Although I manage to fall asleep soon after Malfoy left me, a horny mess in desperate need of his body against mine, I am woken up later on by the sound of rushed whispering.
"I just know he's shagging someone."
It's Parkinson, and although the curtains are still drawn around my bed, I know that she's in her own fourposter, presumably sitting up with Daphne Greengrass, who I hear next.
"It's Malfoy, what do you expect?" Daphne replies with a laugh, and I can hear the slur in her voice, the telltale swish of a bottle as she takes a swig.
Pansy is silent for a moment, probably brooding over the fact that Draco has never shagged her, then I hear her take a drink from the bottle.
"I don't know who it is, but she's gonna pay," Pansy whispers.
"Why do you care, Pans?" Daphne replies, and it's clear her patience is wearing thin. "I thought you liked Nott."
"Theodore is fun and all, but. . ." Pansy trails. "Malfoy and I are meant to be. Everyone knows that."
"Theodore Nott has plenty of inheritance," Daphne says, a little heatedly. I stare up at the top of my fourposter, seething. Is this why she's so obsessed with Draco?
"But Draco's parents love me," Pansy says. "I mean, you should have seen his mother when I came to dinner at Malfoy Manor last summer. She practically gave me the family jewels."
There's another stretch of silence, and I'm hoping that they've both decided to stop talking and go to bed. I don't want to hear any more.
"How do you know he's shagging someone, anyway?"
"Didn't you see those hickies on his neck a few weeks ago? And he's always disappearing, going off somewhere. I bet he's meeting the little slut somewhere in the castle."
"Pansy," Daphne says. "A hickey doesn't mean he's fucking someone. And besides, if he hasn't fucked you- "
"I didn't tell you that so you could keep bringing it up," Pansy snaps.
I cheer inwardly. There's the proof, right there. Concrete evidence. Draco truly has never touched her.
"Well, it doesn't even matter. Malfoy won't keep anyone. He made that perfectly clear with my sister."
If only they knew. . . if only they knew the reality of it all.
They go silent again, and I'm careful not to move a muscle. When Pansy speaks again, she sounds threatening. Her voice contains a will to take action, whatever action that may be.
"I'm tired of bitches touching what's mine," Pansy hisses.
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"So Parkinson knows," I whisper, walking down the aisles of the library.
I came over here to get a book but Malfoy followed, most likely adding to Pansy's suspicions since we were studying as a group at one of the library's communal tables when we both got up. Pansy, Blaise, Onyx, and Theo are just around the corner, so we talk in whispers.
"About?" Malfoy asks, and I'm surprised by how unconcerned he sounds.
I reach the end of the aisle, conjure my needed book with a swift flick of my wand, and whirl around to face him.
"Well, she doesn't know it's me. But she knows you're shagging someone," I say, chewing my lip worriedly.
To my surprise, Malfoy smirks at me.
"I'm not shagging anyone," Malfoy says, taking a step towards me. "Not yet."
I widen my eyes at him, confused as to why he's not freaking out. He's acting as normal as ever, and he's currently brushing my waist ever so softly with his fingertips.
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Fuckboy {Draco Malfoy 18+}
Fanfic"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...
