"You're kicking me out of your bed?" Draco asks in outrage, staring down at me menacingly.
I frown. Because I don't want him to leave.
"They're gonna be back first thing in the morning, D," I say gently.
Draco scowls at me, seething. I raise my eyebrows and stand up, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Draco, your anger is fucking cute," I say with a laugh.
"Oh, come off it," he snaps, but he's having to hold in a smile.
"Don't pout," I say.
"I'll pout if I wanna pout."
In the morning, the Hogwarts Express will be pulling into Hogsmede. Our friends will return to the dungeon. And this entire thing will become far more difficult.
But we've already planned how we're going to handle it. Even though he told me he wants to tell everyone, we've agreed to keep it a secret. At least for now.
In fact, we're planning to be mean to each other in public. I reasoned that it might look weird, that he's been here alone with me for the entire holiday. So we're gonna throw them off the rythmn, acting like we used to.
I personally think it'll be fun.
"Fine. But I'm taking your pillow," Draco says childishly, lunging for one of my pillows and swiping it from my bed.
"What? Why?" I ask, watching him in amusement as he holds the pillow close to his chest.
"Smells like you. Fuck off," he snaps defensively.
I smirk and lean up, kissing him sweetly.
"Go to bed."
He obeys and makes his leave, but he grumbles under his breath and groans in protest the entire way out.
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Just like I told myself on Christmas morning, I hug Onyx the very next time I see her.
"Evan!" she shrieks, dropping her trunk in the middle of the common room. I fucking sprint to her and throw my arms around her neck, giggling in excitement.
"Thank you thank you thank you for the gift," I say in her ear.
"Aw. I love you," Onyx says, leaning back and placing her hands on my shoulders. "How was your Christmas?"
I smirk inwardly. It was fucking life changing, but I just say, "Fine." Onyx gives me a look, offering me sympathy that I don't need.
The second I see Zabini, he raises his braceleted wrist, cocking an eyebrow and smirking.
I raise my indentical bracelet and we both laugh, and he hugs me as a hello. I hear Draco scoff behind me, where's he's sitting by the fireplace with Goyle. From what I can hear, Draco is trying to explain to Goyle, and soon Crabbe, why he wasn't on the train this morning and why he spent the holidays at the castle.
It's always strange when everyone returns for the holidays. But this time, it's even stranger.
Because when Onyx sits on the couch with Blaise, I'm thinking about how Draco tied me down onto the velvet. And when Astoria and Daphne sit down at the table, I think about how Draco bent me over on its surface. And if I so much as look at the spot on the floor in front of the fireplace. . .
Draco seems to know what I'm thinking as I sit down between Blaise and Onyx on the couch, because he catches my eye often from his seat in the armchair. And he doesn't smile or smirk, in fact he looks rather irritated, but his eyes sparkle and dart down my body.
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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...
