I open my eyes and sigh happily, curling the comforter tighter around myself. Even in the very first moments of my return to consciousness, I'm smiling. I'm sore, I'm destroyed, I'm exhausted, but I'm naked in Draco's bed and this causes me immense joy.
But he's not laying beside me but rather sitting up. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I see, to my utter astonishment, that there's a light at the tip of his wand and he's holding it over Pride and Prejudice, reading it in the dark.
"D?" I ask, my voice hoarse.
When he looks over, it seems I have disrupted his concentration. He searches dazedly through the low light. His gaze soon finds my face and his lips erupt into a smile.
"Well if it isn't my Christmas present," he murmurs with a happy smirk.
I laugh softly, shifting closer. His words make me blush, and so does his appearance. He has bed head, he's naked with the comforter covering his lap, and I can see several hickies on his neck, my own handiwork.
"What time is it?" I ask, sighing and letting my eyes close.
He leans over, humming softly, and looks at the clock.
"5:03."
I open my eyes in shock. "In the morning?"
"No, Evangeline. It's five pm. You missed Santa Claus and he's pissed," he answers, dripping in sarcasm.
"Have you not been to bed yet?" I ask, propping up onto my elbow.
He doesn't answer. His face falls, and he looks over at me sheepishly.
"Come sleep with me," I mumble, reaching out for his arm.
"I think I already did," Draco teases. He sets the book aside, letting it fall between us as he lays down next to me. He lays his head on his hand on top of the pillow and scooches closer, tracing the back of his pointer finger on my jaw.
Now that he's closer, I can see how droopy and bloodshot his eyes are. I narrow my eyes at him.
"Just sleep with me. I know you're tired," I say in accusation.
"Aw, are you concerned about my well-being?" he teases, gripping my chin and pressing his thumb underneath my bottom lip.
"Only a little," I say with a chuckle. He looks down shyly, dropping his hand from my chin. I follow his line of sight and see that he's looking at Pride and Prejudice. "You're actually reading my book," I say in surprise.
"I think you're trying to hint something to me with this," he says, touching the cover of the book gingerly with his finger.
Ah yes. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. The original enemies to lovers, two people divided by class differences. If I were trying to hint at him to break barriers and be with me against all odds, that would not have been a very subtle way to do it.
"Not really," I say honestly, because I hadn't thought of it that way. "But I'm glad you're understanding the themes."
He smiles shyly at me. I can see how he's fighting sleep. His eyes keep drooping, but he keeps forcing them open, continuing to look at me through a haze of exhaustion.
"Come here," I murmur, concern in my voice. He blinks at me, eyebrows raised at the center, and shuffles closer, wrapping a lazy arm around my waist. "Why won't you sleep?" I whisper.
"Can't," he whispers back, and tries to derail my inquisition by pressing his lips into my jaw.
I sigh and let my eyes roll back, but then stop myself from melting in order to focus on the mission at hand. I lean back, giving him a teasing glare. "Fuck you, what's wrong?"
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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...
