The Blood Traitor

The Empty Broom Closet

On your way to the Griffindor common room you felt an arm wrap around your waist, pulling you into a broom closet.

You were pressed against the door. Malfoy holding his wand to you neck. "UGH give it a rest, Ferret." You groaned.

"No. I wasn't finished with you y/l/n"

"Well I'm finished with you Malfoy"

He pressed his wand further into you neck with one hand, and pinned your wrist against the wooden door with the other.

"Can't even think of anything to say, can you?" You sneered. "what did Professor Snape say after I left." He asked, ignoring your statement.

"He told me to go to bed, so if you don't mind I'd like to honor his wishes"

"You're lying, Traitor" he whispered in your ear.
"I don't lie, ferret." You hissed back.

He looked down at the tip of his wand pressing into your neck, as if debating whether or not to hex you. "You don't want to do that Malfoy."

"Why don't I, y/l/n?" He chuckled.

"because someone'll find me, and then you'd get months of detention put on that spotless record of yours."

"You wouldn't dare" he said lowering his wand nonetheless.

"Try me"

He pushed you harder against the door.

"Tell me what Snape said."

You'd never realised how strong Malfoy was. It was kind of hot. No- absolutely not. You pushed those thoughts away. Little did you know, Draco was thinking something similar.

"Make me"

You mentally cringed at yourself. It was meant to sound threatening but he was clearly in power, and he easily could make you talk, he didn't seem to see how stupid you sounded. His lips got dangerously close to yours. You could feel his abs pushing into your body through his shirt.  "How to you suggest I do that y/n?"

You were taken aback by his use of your first name. You lowered your head.

"Haven't got any ideas?" He said darkly.

"I'm not going to tell you anything Draco."

You felt his hot breath on your neck. "You know, I never did understand why that stupid hat put you in gryffindor."

"And why is that?"

"You're far to cunning." He slid his wand into his back pocket and pinned your free wrist down aswell.

"I think you're more like your Slytherin parents than you care to admit, y/n" he smirked.

"I'm nothing like them." You spat.

He laughed "it's a shame you turned out the way you did. Otherwise you might've looked very nice on my shoulder."

"What, better than Parkinson." You laughed humorlessly in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Maybe" his lips grased your ear. "I think you would've liked that."

"I'd just as soon pitch myself of the astronomy tower Malfoy" you tried to brush off his comment. He wasn't flirting, he wouldn't.

"I think you're enjoying this quite a bit. More than you care to admit" He was right, you couldn't let him know that though.

"I don't enjoy anything when I'm around you Draco."

"I can change that" he said, before molding his lips into yours.