The following week is spent in mutual bliss.
We spend the days in bed, on the Quidditch pitch, taking walks around the castle, or reading in the common room.
Draco finishes Pride and Prejudice alarmingly quickly.
"That's it!?" he exclaims, snapping the book shut in outrage, one night as we sit by the fire.
"What do you mean?" I ask, already laughing at him. I pause from reading through The Dragons of Romania, raising an eyebrow at his sulky expression.
"All of that build up and they just end up getting married and living happily ever after?" Draco asks with a huff.
"Of course you hate happy endings," I say with an eye-roll. "What were you expecting at the end of it all, D? Pain and confusion? It's a bloody romance novel."
"Maybe a little bit of action, something," he says, setting the book down. He crawls over to my end of the couch and collapses onto my chest, still brooding over Jane Austen's writing choices. I struggle to continue with my own book, setting it on his back and reading over his head.
Honestly, I keep waiting for something to go wrong. After a week and half of romance, snogging, and making love to the farthest reaches of our imaginations, I keep expecting for us to get pissed or tired of each other and completely blow up.
But maybe our history of hatred and fighting has given us both extremely thick skins. We torture each other with jokes and make fun of each other often, but neither of us seems to mind. In fact, I like it better this way, rather than walking on eggshells and trying not to offend each other. And the romance and kisses and erotica definitely outweighs everything else.
Still, it's a surprise when New Year's Eve rolls around, only two days before the rest of the school returns, and Draco still wants to spend every second with me.
I roll over on the morning of December 31st and let out a groggy groan.
"Wake up," Draco whispers deviously, slipping his hands onto my hips. We fell asleep naked, after a particularly intense night, and I'm feeling too exhausted to even open my eyes.
"Shush. . . tired. . ." I grumble crankily.
"Sleep deprivation getting to you?" he murmurs, his tone amused.
"Yes. Damn you," I say, but I'm smiling lightly, just barely managing to open my eyes.
Draco ignores my exhaustion and leans into my neck, planting these silky little kisses across my skin.
"Mmmm," I sigh, tangling my fingers lazily in his hair. "What time is it?" It's dark outside, the light from the Black Lake out of the window giving zero indication that the sun has even risen.
"Early," he answers, pulling me into him. I slide across the bedsheets, pressing my bare body flush against his. He slips his leg between mine, biting lightly on my neck.
"Mmmm. . . did you want something?" I ask teasingly as he runs his hands down my body.
"Well. . . I keep finding these new ways in which I'd like to fuck you," Draco says, whispering in my ear.
"What is it this time?" I ask with a smirk, not even opening my eyes.
Over the past week, we've fucked in every position in his bed, my bed, on the couch, in the shower, against walls and on top of tables. We fucked in the Room of Requirement, I sucked him off in the Astronomy Tower. He even dragged me to the boathouse one evening, in the middle of the night. . .
Those canoes have seen some shit.
And Draco is nothing if not creative.
He sighs with contentment, gripping my thigh and pulling it up and around his waist. Then he kisses smoothly down my neck, caressing my thigh and grabbing onto the crease of my hip.
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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...
