I rip the seventh year boy's dormitory door open, fly through it, then slam it behind me, the sound cracking like gunshot.
Draco jumps, as he had been removing his tie when I came in. Then his eyes widen, taking in my furious expression and threateningly glare.
He recovers from his shock to tease me.
"Did someone not enjoy their classes today?" he asks with a devious smirk, dropping his removed tie on his fourposter.
"You fucking bastard!" I hiss out, stomping towards him.
Theo, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle are all downstairs. I made sure of it. Right before I lunge at Draco and rip his clothes off of his body, I whip my wand and lock the door.
"Shit," Draco breathes out, and he's racing towards me, immediately slamming my back against the wall and engulfing my lips in his.
"You drive me. . . fucking . . . mad!" I exclaim between frantic kisses. I grab the hair at the back of his head and yank him in closer. We're already panting, and I haven't even started yet.
"Mm!" Draco grunts on my lips, and he reaches down for the back of my thighs. I dig my hands into his shoulders and he hoists me up and around his waist, kissing me savagely and whirling us over to the dresser.
When he slams me down ontop of it, an array of shit that was previously displayed on the dresser crashes to the floor. Something shatters, but I'm too busy ripping his shirt open to give a damn.
"I'm fucking furious with you, you know that?" I hiss out, agressively undoing his belt. He takes my panties and rips them off, literally. The fabric tears loudly and he whips them to the floor.
"Oh, I know," he says, panting.
"And you're not sorry?" I ask heatedly, removing his cock. He groans at the contact, slamming his hand against the mirror behind my head. Then he grips my hips like a vice and yanks them forward.
"Nope," he growls, then he thrusts into me with enough force to bruise my fucking cervix.
"AGH!" I roar out. In the motion from this thrust, my hips were sent backwards and something else falls off the edge of the dresser, clamoring onto the floor and rolling away.
"Ugh! Fucking! Hell!" Draco grunts, tearing in and out of me. He's thrusting so hard, I'm afraid he'll actually fucking wound me.
"God! Damn! You!" I scream between each blow, digging my nails into his neck.
"Shh. . . Evan. . . QUIET!" he hisses, grabbing onto the back of my head and fucking me to death. He lifts his hips and angles his cock up, fucking me so fast I can hardly breathe.
When I don't quiet down, not at all, he clamps his hand over my mouth. I grunt and groan, my body lurching across the surface of the dresser, rattling the items that survived our attack. I bite down hard on the space between his thumb and forefinger, hissing into his skin. He digs his thumb and fingers into my jaw and bites down into my neck, stifling his own loud sounds of our hatefucking.
"God I fucking. . . missed you," he grunts in my ear, slamming in and out of me. The dresser rattles against the wall. "My good fucking girl!"
I grunt and bite down harder into his hand, and he hisses at the pain, fucking me like an absolute animal. I meet his thrusts, bucking my hips against his.
"Mine, all fucking mine!" he grunts, taking full possession of me, claiming me and stealing me.
"Mmm! Ugh!" I call out into his hand.
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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...
