Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

11. confessions of a fuckboy.

I wake up to the smell of cologne and the taste of vomit in my mouth.

"Unnnnngh," I groan, rolling over. I see the Black Lake out the window, an empty fourposter beside the one that I currently occupy, green bed sheets underneath my hand, and none of this strikes me as strange.

Until the motherfucker speaks.

"About time," he says.

I jump and fall right off the edge of the bed in my fright, landing on my ass on the floor.

"Wha-?"

"Save the dramatics," Malfoy snaps, barely even looking over. He's sitting up in the bed, reading a book. He had been there when I woke up. . .

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!" I shriek, crawling backwards and staring up at him.

He shuts the book.

"Me?" he asks, turning to face me. He's glowering down at me, on the floor of what I have discovered to be the boys dormitories, and he looks like a grenade with the pin taken out, his chest heaving and with an angry sneer. "You're fucking kidding me, right?"

"You. . . you. . . why am I in your dormitory, Malfoy?!"

I look around at the boys dormitory and the room is deserted. The beds are unslept in. By a clock on the bedside table above me, I see that it's around breakfast time.

"WHERE IS EVERYONE!? WHAT IF SOMEONE HAD COME IN-!"

"I locked everyone out, your reputation is safe," he spits out.

I scramble up, already raging at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?!" I scream. Malfoy doesn't even bother to stand up. He just sits back against his headboard, legs crossed, hands behind his head.

"What do you remember?" he asks casually, and I know he doesn't give a shit about my anger.

"We. . . we went to Ravenclaw," I sputter in outrage. "Oh my god," I gasp, looking at the bed that we both occupied the previous night, "Did we. . .? We didn't. . ."

"Thanks for the confidence, Blackwood," Malfoy snaps. "You really think I'd fuck you when you were barely conscious?"

"Is that a no?"

"FUCK YOU!" Malfoy rages, sitting up, back erect. "I TOOK CARE OF YOUR BITCH ASS ALL NIGHT!"

"TOOK CARE OF ME? I DON'T NEED YOU TAKING CARE OF ME!" I yell.

"NO?!" Malfoy yells, standing up. He stomps towards me and I take a step back when he approaches. "YOU WERE POPPING PILLS AND GETTING MOLESTED BY MICHAEL CORNER, DAMN RIGHT YOU NEEDED TO BE TAKEN CARE OF!"

"W-What?" I stutter, dropping my volume and staring up at his red face in shock.

"Oh yeah," he threatens. "You're in deep shit, Blackwood." He raises his eyebrows, continuing on his rampage. "You were a goddamn idiot last night. You put yourself in danger."

I remember the pills, vaguely. And I remember Corner, but he was only dancing.

"I don't. . . I don't remember," I say, rubbing my forehead.

"Clearly," Malfoy snaps. Then his eyebrows drop back down and he glares at me. "And you assume I raped you in your sleep or something!? Fucking cunt!"

"No no no," I say, getting angry again. "No, wait a damn minute. I remember you in the corridor, you were touching all up on me and you had a boner and-

"That was Corner," Malfoy spits out, and I see his fists clench. He grits his teeth, seething. "You were easy prey to him, fucked up as you were."