"Dissapointed you didn't get to see the real show, Snape?" Malfoy snaps. "Fucking pervert."
"Stop," I hiss to him.
We're sitting in Snape's office, awaiting his decision on our punishment.
Usually, we'd probably just recieve detention then be sent off to bed. But to Snape, this shit seems personal.
"Watch your next words very carefully, Malfoy," Snape growls, leaning over on his desk and glaring at Draco.
"Just give us detention so we can go," I say, being the only calm one in the room, really.
Snape turns his back to us and paces his desk. I give Malfoy a look that says, 'please shut up and let me do the talking' but Malfoy just quirks an eyebrow, and his look says, 'over my dead body.'
"I think. . ." Snape starts, continuing his pacing. He's trying to torture us, I'm sure of it. "This may warrant a letter home if you can't learn to hold your tongue, Malfoy."
To my utter dismay, Malfoy fuckin' laughs.
"Draco, shut the fuck-!" I start.
"This is bullshit," Malfoy says. "Clearly you tried very hard to get up there, Professor. I would know, I enchanted the door myself."
"I was informed of your plans of meeting just before I arrived, Mister Malfoy," Snape replies.
"Yeah? By who?" Malfoy asks, crossing his arms.
"You should really be more careful with the notes you leave lying around," Snape says, a devious smile making his face look even more sadistic.
"That's mine," I say in shock, because he's holding up the note Malfoy gave me. "How the fuck did you-"
"Clearly, it's yours, Miss Blackwood. I have eyes," Snape snaps.
I wrap my arms tighter around myself. Even with my shirt back on, I feel exposed, knowing that Snape walked in while I was in only my bra. Thank god I wore one, this time.
"What a fall from grace," Snape continues, resuming his pacing. "Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy won't be too pleased, will they? Their son. . . and a muggleborn."
Malfoy fucking explodes.
"GO AHEAD AND TELL THEM, ASSHOLE!" he erupts, jumping up from his chair.
"Draco, for fuck's sake!" I exclaim, pulling him back down by his collar. He crashes into his seat, not willing to look at me. He's too busy murdering Snape in his head, probably.
Snape just smiles at us.
"Very well," he says slowly. "Off to bed, both of you. And don't make any stops along the way, or I'll know."
I can't hold in my anger towards Malfoy as we retreat to Slytherin dungeon, and although he's rushing speedily down the corridor, I keep up with him.
"Why would you do that, Draco, have you gone mad!?" I hiss, staring at the side of his face.
"Oh, I'm definitely mad," Malfoy replies, staring straight ahead.
"Draco, he's going to tell your parents-"
"Let him."
I place my hand on his chest and shove him towards a wall, pinning him there. He scoffs, looking down at my hand.
"Oh how the tables have turned."
"Draco, for fuck's sake, your father is gonna-"
"Freak out? Disown me? Okay," Draco says, nodding, and I can feel his chest heaving under my palm. "Fucking let him," he seethes.
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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...
