"Jesus, who pissed in your porridge this morning?" Theo asks as I lay out on the common room couch, scowling at him and Blaise as they play wizard's chess.
"I'm fine," I growl.
"Well, you sound fine" Blaise says sarcastically. He seems irritated by my irritation, that I'm being so snippy with everyone.
"Let the girl live, Blaise" Onyx says in a chastising voice, walking to the couch, lifting my feet, and sitting down underneath them. I let her lay my feet in her lap.
"Is it that time of the month, E?" Theo asks with a stupid fucking smile.
"THEODORE NOTT!!!" Onyx yells, hurrendiously peeved.
"Ughhhh," I say, turning into the couch and groaning into the cushion.
"For the love for Merlin, what's wrong?" Onyx asks me, resting her hands on my calf.
"Nothing!"
Draco Malfoy is what's wrong.
It's been a whole blasted week since our little excursion in the boy's lavatory. Or, I should say, his excursion.
And I haven't talked to him since. We agreed during the holidays to not be friendly towards each other in public, and we've stuck to this pact. But now, we aren't even getting any private moments, not at all.
And I don't know if he just can't find an opportunity, or if he's ignoring the opportunities.
"Come on, E. Let's play a game or something, cheer you up," Onyx suggests.
"I'm plenty cheery," I say, shooting her a glare.
"Exploding Snap?" Theo asks, mostly because he's losing at wizard's chess.
"No."
"You can play winner, Evangeline," Blaise mumbles as he smites another one of Theo's pieces. To be honest, Blaise seems even crankier than I feel, but maybe he's just mad at me because I've been a raging bitch all week. I groan, tossing my arm over my eyes.
"Fucking Crabbe stole my firewhiskey," grumbles Draco's voice, and it's clear he's returned to his chair, that stupid fucking armchair. I stay hidden underneath my arm.
"How ever will you survive?" Onyx asks teasingly, playing with the hem of my leggings. I rip my leg out of her touch, because it tickles. And I'm fucking cranky.
It would be fine, not shagging Draco for a week, if he hadn't left me how he did. He used my pussy as a cum rag, because I talked to my fucking friend, and then he just left. And he hasn't tried to say sorry or to repair my sexual frustration, or anything. He hasn't even fucking talked to me. So I'm downright nasty today, because it was an entire week ago and I don't see an end in sight.
I've considered just breaking and telling him I won't talk to Fred anymore. And not just because I'm horny. I'd be willing to completely ignore Fred Weasley if it meant I'd get to kiss Draco, or talk to him, or do something involving him. Because when we're with our friends, we completely ignore each other. And we're never not with them.
And besides, I haven't talked to Fred anyway, all week. He hasn't tried to talk to me either, because we don't generally make small talk, but even if he did, I'd probably blow him off.
So Draco's manipulation is working, clearly. And I'm pissed.
But damn, I just miss him.
"You're up, Blackwood," Blaise says, rousing me from my brooding after he secures his victory against Theodore. I emerge from my arm reluctantly, and I immediately look at Draco.
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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...
