"We're going to have to leave the dungeon sometime today, we're starting to look suspicious," I reason, laying sprawled out with him on his fourposter. We're both laying completely naked and on our backs, looking up at the ceiling, and he's got his arm around my shoulder.
"No," Draco says simply, playing with a wet tendril of my hair.
I laugh. "Christmas dinner is a sacred tradition."
"Ughhhh," he groans, rolling over.
I grip his shoulder and try to yank him back, but he's already stuffed his face into his pillow.
Eventually, I am able to coax him out of his pillow sanctuary with promises of roasted duck, treacle tart, and Christmas trifle.
And the only thing we've eaten today is chocolate frogs and. . . well. . . each other. So the hunger wins out and he leaves the bed rather reluctantly.
We walk down to the Great Hall side by side. He doesn't hold my hand, but I think he wants to. He keeps looking over at me and with every other step, his hand brushes against mine.
I try not to wince as I walk, but it's clear as we walk up the stairs, and I have to take it rather slowly, that he did in fact destroy my pussy.
He fuckin' laughs at me. "That's what you get, insatiable ass."
"Oh, I'm not nearly finished with you yet," I say as I finally reach the top stair. "Don't consider this a tap-out, Malfoy."
This causes him to go silent, and then he tries to drag me back down the stairs, back to the dungeons, but I protest and keep walking.
The feast hasn't yet started by the time we arrive, but the rest of the students who stayed home for the holidays are sitting and chatting at their house tables, yanking on crackers or playing with new toys.
The staff table is filled, the professors and the head mistress laughing and talking together. Hagrid is drinking mead, Mcgonagall has a glass of sherry, and they all look rather festive.
Except Snape. I catch his eye as I walk in with Draco, and I can see his eyes widen even from this distance.
"Asshole," I scoff as I sit down at the vacant Slytherin table.
"What?" Draco asks with a laugh, sitting across from me.
"Not you. This time," I say with a smirk. I nod over to Snape, murdering us with his gaze from the staff table.
Draco grimaces in disgust, letting out insults under his breath.
"Goddamn pathetic little cocksucker-"
The food appears before us and Draco is derailed on his rampage.
Twenty minutes later, Draco has a paper crown from one of the crackers on his head, tilted a bit to the side, and he's grinning stupidly at me, picking at a nearly finished piece of treacle tart.
"What's it going to be like? When the others get back?" he asks, smiling at me as I eat.
I pause, thinking. I give him a shy smile. "Like this. But maybe a little more discreet."
"Let's tell them all," he says as a retort. Then he takes a bite of treacle tart as if he said something completely mundane.
I chuckle. "You don't want to do that."
"You don't know shit, Blackwood," he says, but he's smirking at me, probably very entertained.
"Well maybe I want to keep you all to myself," I say, crossing my arms on the table top. He quirks an eyebrow at me and I sigh. "I'll think about it."
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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...
