𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒽 | 𝒟.𝑀.

66 | ﴾ JEEP ﴿

Draco looked down at the mesmerizing, beautiful girl in his lap and then away in a huff. She smelled so sweet, her little body was preciously curled up in his arms, and her eyes were glued to his face, large and glittering in the firelight.

The cigarettes helped distract but only in small spurts given that they weren't even real. He'd gone out of his way to replace his normal smokes with stimulating fakes so that he wouldn't harm his own children when in her presence.

It took everything he had to avoid looking down at her, knowing that he finally had her back and was in full control. He needed answers about what she had been up to with Nott before he caved to her demands for physical affection.

His heart ached painfully at the thought of what she had done in their time apart while being forced to entertain Nott. Her invitation to be friends had not only been insulting but excruciating, considering all that they had been through.

She kept tangling her nails in his sweater strings and pulling them to uneven lengths, biting her lip up at him to draw his eyes, and though it was one of his biggest pet peeves he allowed it knowing it was her way of flirting.

Several times he accidentally looked down to glare at her responsively only to catch sight of her cleavage under her loose dress and it made his heart leap. He wanted more than anything to get into her bed with her later and ravage her naked body, but if he didn't set boundaries before clarifying everything that had happened then he would simply feel pathetic about himself.

The fire crackled angrily, now having increased to a roaring blaze, and he felt trapped and sweaty under her, not to mention drunk and horny, and somewhat bleeding under his gauze. She had laid her head back on his shoulder and he breathed out through a tight wince, praying she would stop shifting around so much.

"Will you teach me to drive, Draco?" she asked, her fingers had come up to dance delicately on his jawline, and he sat with his head back against the chair panting and focusing on the fire. He wanted to follow the allure of her encouraging movements and kiss her passionately, and he was already mentally kicking himself for allowing her to sit in his lap.

"Right now? We're wasted. I can see the euphoria in your crazy eyes," he bickered, darting his vision up to the bright stars above. "Besides, you'll probably crash right through the cathedral before we even get out of the Manor. Those cars aren't toys, Madeleine."

At this she shifted and hung her head back to pout up at him and he lightly exhaled, bringing his fingers up to his head to cover his eyes. He was too turned on, it was far too much. He wouldn't be able to stop the inevitable boner from forming under her firm ass and then she would use it against him.

"Alright, alright!" he suddenly pushed her off of him in a panic, pacing away from her and trying to cool down the erotic pulsing in his veins, "But I'm driving, and if I feel like it's safe I'll let you try. Out in the field." He pointed his finger out into the darkness beyond the building and his rings glinted in the lantern light.

Nibbles smacked her miniature hands together in excitement and he shook his head in disbelief. Never in his wildest dreams would he think he'd be in the backyard of the Manor having a bonfire with an elf in a ballet tutu. Many of his ancestors would simply leap from their paintings if they knew what was occurring on their property.

He looked back at Madeleine who was straightening out her white dress, her eyes burning at him with avid entertainment. She was obviously enjoying toying with his sexual frustration and he felt lines forming on his nose in aggravation.

The Moonstone sat between her breasts where she was cleverly not wearing a bra, and it was at that moment he knew some of her confidence must have been a show.