𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬: Draco Malfoy

T W E N T Y - F I V E

[ GO READ THE PROLOGUE FOR DEVIOUS OKAY THANK YOU MWAH]

They approached me as Pansy came in-front of me, I went to step back but as I did that, my back collided with Draco's chest. His hand slithering up to my neck.

"So, Nova. Why were you with Potter."

Pansy's hand went to the crease in the middle above my breasts.

I flinched for a second, wondering why her hands were on me.

"Pansy why are you even here—"

"Shh, Nova. Let us take care of you."

I inhaled sharply as Malfoy flicked the back of my neck. "Answer me."

"It had to do with you actually."

"Really—" He whispered slightly into my ear, as I felt his hands move down to my right one, slipping the parchment out of my fingers into his. Placing it in his pants pocket.

"Draco I need—"

"Shh, the only thing you need is Pansy and I right now."

"Correction, I don't need Pansy."

"It was time you figured your true enemies darling." Pansy's small voice sent a shiver up my spine. Draco's cold sharp voice following straight after. Chills slivering right back down.

I swallowed thickly. Pansy handing Draco a hair tie, his hands gathering my hair tossing it into a small lower ponytail.

"Come, follow me Pansy." Draco gripped my waist quickly. Turning me around to throw me up, onto his shoulder.

My hands and legs dangled on the two sides of his body while the ringing of his dress shoes hit the virus floor. Dazing up the steps, with a raise of the two knees.

In the blink of an eye, we went into Draco's room. He strolled me over to the bedposts, throwing me onto his silk sheets.

"I need you to relax." Draco plunged into my ear, murmuring prior to nipping at my lobe. His hands headed out down my body to my lower legs. Slipping my shoes off and hurling them to the ground. Pansy jumped onto the bed, crawling over me, Draco backing up and unfastening his tie. He passed it to Pansy while she changed it behind my head, my vision impeded.

"Take it off, your garments." Her voice cut through me, I arrived at my hand searching for her face while she denied the actual touch. Snatching my wrist firmly, and carrying it to my skirt, managing me as I raised my hips to slide it off simpler. A commotion of a lounge chair sinking, figuring it was Draco.

"Take over briefly Pans, how about we see how well she acts for you."

She let go of my wrist, setting aside no effort to fix a couple of buttons on my shirt.

"She's spilling out of her shirt, how would you manage her."

Draco's tongue clicked, laughing.

Before adequately long, my shirt and skirt was taken off, leaving me mostly stripped. Pansy ripped off the tie, my eyes meandering from her to Draco as he sat back on the sofa. His arms laid on the top, and his legs enlarged out, tongue moving around his mouth, his cheek growing somewhat.