Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}

12. quidditch sweater.

"Oi! Malfoy!"

They're pounding fiercely on the door and by the sound of it, there's multiple Slytherins, trying to infiltrate on our very intimate moment.

Malfoy freezes, and I look at him in horror. But he just groans, simply annoyed at the interruption and not scared that several of our peers are right outside the door while I lay, skirt raised, on his bed.

"Come on, Draco!" calls Theo's voice. "We gotta go to breakfast, match starts in an hour!"

"Yeah!" Malfoy calls, springing up out of bed and pulling me up by my hand.

"Dr-!"

"Sh!" Malfoy hisses, leading me over to his wardrobe. He opens the door and I quirk an eyebrow at it. There's just barely enough space in here for me to hide.

Malfoy smirks at me and I raise my eyebrows, but at another hard knock on the door, I slip into the wardrobe and close it.

It smells of laundry detergent and Draco's cologne. I hide behind cloaks and robes, peeking out through a crack in the door.

"Come on, let's go," Theo says, and I see that Malfoy has let them inside of the room.

"I'll meet you down there," Malfoy says.

Theo grabs a Chocolate Frog out of his trunk. He's already dressed in his quidditch robes, ready for the incoming match against Gryffindor. "You missed the pregame."

Malfoy steps in front of my limited view, his back to the wardrobe.

"So did you, Nott. Come off it," Malfoy snaps. I cover my mouth to keep from laughing at Theo's face.

"You heard me and Pan-"

"Get the fuck out of here so I can get ready," Malfoy interrupts. "You too, Goyle."

"What, you need to jerk off before the match, Malfoy?" Crabbe asks, who must have just entered the room. Goyle laughs. "Get all relaxed n' shit."

I hear Malfoy snicker. "If you'd like to watch, Crabbe-"

"Oi, alright!" Crabbe says.

I listen with bated breath as the three boys make their leave, not even daring to exhale until I hear the bedroom door close.

Malfoy immediately opens the doors to my hiding space and steps inside the wardrobe with me. I gasp and he closes the door, pulling me into him in the dark.

"Well just look at what I found in my wardrobe," Malfoy teases, kissing down my neck. He's not wasting any time, immediately reaching to lift my skirt.

I smirk to myself, getting a fabulously sexy idea.

I lash out at Malfoy, shoving him back by his shoulders and pinning him to the wall of the wardrobe. I can't even see him in the complete darkness, but I'm sure he's shocked.

"What?" he asks, panting a little.

"Do you need to relax, Draco?" I ask provocatively, and he sighs when I say his name. "It is a big match, after all."

"What are you-?"

I reach down in the darkness and find the waistband of his pants. They're those damn linen ones, the ones that he wore when he cummed in front of me in the common room.

"Evan. . ." Malfoy gasps as I start to pull them down. "Evan, you don't have to. . ."

"I want to," I whisper in the darkness. And I truly do, I want to touch him and feel him and kiss him. I can't deny it, his virginity is turning me on. I want to be the first.