Although I did not get to see Malfoy's immediate reaction, I see plenty of it the next day and throughout the following week.
The next morning, at breakfast, he's very quiet, snippy with everyone and hardly eating. I don't think I can attribute his mood solely to my acceptance of his proposition, and it honestly makes no sense. Shouldn't he be happy? Excited?
I sure am happy, because I can see the bruise I left on his neck the night before.
I should be angry at this, that he chose not to cover it up with glamours or wear a scarf. But honestly, he's a fuckboy. No one will think it's weird or even ask questions when they see a hickey on his neck.
"Whoever she is, she got you good," Theo says, looking at the mark as we all sit in the common room that night.
"In more ways than one, I assure you," Malfoy replies with an evil grin. Theo lets out an 'ooo!' Usually, this kind of comment would be repulsive to me. But since he's talking about me, I just blush.
Even as we sit around the common room with our friends that night, talking and smoking and doing homework, Malfoy keeps staring at me, as if he's trying to telepathically convince me to go fuck him in the bathroom. I don't oblige this silent request. He gives me a longing look as I turn in for the night, retreating to my dormitory with Onyx in tow.
The day after, he keeps staring at me, meeting my eye and giving me a look that makes my pussy throb. As the end of the week nears, he hasn't actually sought me out to fullfill the bet. But that Friday, he seems to break.
I'm walking back to the common room from my last class of the day, Care of Magical Creatures. I'm covered in dirt from basically working as Hagrid's assistant all class, and I'm in desperate need of a shower and a night of frivolity.
The corridors are filled with sparse little groups of people. Onyx, Pansy, Blaise, and Theo are already at dinner and I'm planning to meet them there. But when I round a corner, a hand clamps over my mouth and I'm pulled into the abandoned girl's bathroom, home of Moaning Myrtle.
"Shhh," Malfoy hisses when I'm inside the lavatory, pinned up against a wall with his hand still clamped around my mouth. I swat his hand away.
"What?" I hiss, hearing footsteps out in the corridor.
Malfoy takes one look at me, then immediately starts kissing and grabbing at every surface available to him, probably wishing he could kiss my lips or bend me over on the sink.
"Not. . . here. . ." I say breathlessly.
"Driving me fucking crazy," he grumbles on my neck. "Can't. . . wait. . . anymore. . ."
"I'm not fucking you in the girl's bathroom, Malfoy, for fuck's sake," I say, pushing him back.
"Oooh!" comes a voice from above. I look up and see Moaning Myrtle, swirling above and watching the show.
Malfoy grabs my chin harshly and yanks my gaze back down.
"Oh, she's not gonna help you," Malfoy threatens with a maniacal smile, leaning in to kiss my neck again.
"I don't know what you're expecting from me," I say breathlessly, a tease to my voice.
"You said yes," he whispers on my neck.
"Yes, I did, but. . ." I say, trying to no avail to unhook his lips from my jaw. I sigh and give in, tangling my fingers in his hair. He seems to like this, practically purring on my skin.
He leans up and looks into my eyes, planting his palms on the wall next to each side of my face.
"But what?" Malfoy asks, smiling stupidly at me.
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Fanfiction"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have som...
