His Hidden Side - Draco Malfoy

27- Merlin Roswell

I turn, snuggling further into the most luxuriously soft bed I had ever slept in. A scent of pure delight flowed through me as I breathed in. Only when I exhale, do my eyes snap open. There's a chest against my back, an arm wrapped possessively around my waist and a sharp jaw pressed on top of my head.

Before I can comprehend my unfamiliar surroundings, my entire body jolts, breaking away from the warmth. The bed shifts abruptly in sequence and I shake once again.

Draco wretches back as if he's just been burned. His mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, as he almost falls off the bed. His arm flies out, stretching as he grasps the headboard, stopping his fall. My body goes rigid as my eyes fixate on the veins trailing down his arm - inches from my head.

I don't know how long we stare at each other for. But it's long enough for his gaze to get softer. "You alright?" He whispers, taking his arm away. Finding I can move again, I nod. I give out a low struggling laugh and instantly regret it. "...I think the Calming Draught was a little too strong."

"You're probably right... Shit, I'm sorry." His hand flays, motioning at the bed and a blush rises on his cheekbones. "I- shouldn't have."

"If I remember correctly, I'm the one that threw my arms around you."

"I shouldn't have-" He scrunches up his face.

"Draco, it's not like I was drunk..."

"But last time-"

"Hey, I liked it, the best sleep I've had in ages." I know I've reassured him when a smile tugs at his lips. He nods in agreement. His fingers stroke my cheek before brushing away a stray lock of hair.

"DRAY GET THE HELL UP OR YOU'LL MISS CHARMS!" Pansy's yell shatters our moment, shoving us both back to the reality that we are inches away on Draco's bed, in the Slytherin dorm room, and I'm a Ravenclaw.

"We gotta get you out of here." Draco sniggers before hopping out of bed. He rolls down his shirt sleeves as I roughly tread my fingers through my messed up hair. In this circumstance, sleeping in our clothes was an advantage.

The dorm room is empty, with just untidied beds to show signs of life. Turning around, I take note of the vision before me. Draco fluffs up his pillows and strokes his covers until they're as straight as they would be with an iron.

"You're staring." My breath hitches and I notice he's staring back, from the corner of his eyes. I turn away. "No, no. Continue staring. It's flattering me."

I arch a brow. "I never expected someone like you to make you're bed, manually. Don't you have servants or I don't know... magic?"

He mutters in between gritted teeth. "Don't laugh. I find it... comforting. Doing something useful-"

I try to stifle my amazement but instead I give out a laugh which gets caught in my lungs when a pair of arms lunge towards me. My waist is trapped as I'm lifted off my feet and plunged once again onto the soft covers. His arms are on either side of my head. His warm breath flutters against my ear.
"We can make this bed be messy again, but then we'll surely be late for Charms."

"I think Professor Flitwick won't mind us missing his revision. After all, I'm the best at-"

Draco begins caressing carefully down my jaw, planting soft kisses, without missing a single spot.

"Charms-"

A groan escaped from his lips and a hand came up to my chin, holding me steady. He takes control. His lips close over mine working skilfully while his hands roam over my hips. With just the perfect movement, an embarrassing moan arises from my throat into his mouth, before I can stop it.
His lips once soft, go passionate and hard. His tongue twists with mine like we're dancing-