Dracotok Story

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"Good morning, beautiful." Draco leans over to kiss your forehead. "Ready for classes?"

"No." You grab his face and kiss him on the lips. You trace a finger down his perfect jawline. You still give him butterflies.

"Baby, we've gotta get to breakfast."

You hum against his lips. "Can we just make out for a couple more minutes?"

"You know I can't say no to that." You sit up in bed and attach your lips once more. His cold hands slither behind your neck and draw you in closer. You know each other so well, your bodies move in sync. You run your hands through his hair, messing it up as if it wasn't already messed up from just waking up.

Draco pulls away for a quick second so he can pull your shirt off over your head.

You lock your lips back together, but you're feeling bold, so you move your lips to his chest and kiss all the way up his neck. When you get to right below his ear, he lets out a soft moan. You pull away, holing on tight to his shoulders. "Draco Malfoy!" You exclaim. "I didn't think you had a sweet spot!" You whisper, brushing your lips against his.

"Neither did I."

You connect your lips back under his ear, and he tilts his head to make it easier for you. You kiss and nip at his skin, causing more sweet moans to roll off his tongue.

"That enough making out for one morning?" You say, detaching yourself from him.

He looks slightly offended. "No, you have to finish what you've started." He then pushes you down against the mattress. "My turn now," he whispers all seductively in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine.

He pins your hands above your head with one of his hands. He sucks on your neck and chest, painting your skin with red and purple marks, definitely earning some moans from you in the process. He moves down to your stomach, giving you gentle kisses. Once he gets to the waistband of your pants, he looks up at you for consent which you give before he continues.

***

"Leave them," Draco says, walking into the bathroom where you were about to put makeup over your hickeys like you always do.

You're about to leave for breakfast (though there's only ten minutes left of breakfast after all that).

You give him a confused look.

"Look," he starts, sitting on the counter in front of you and holding one of your hands in both of his. "It's the start of the year, and other guys are going to be looking for their next victim. I don't want you mistaken for single," he says, patting your hand.

"But..." You look in the mirror and trace your fingers over the marks on your skin. "It'll be quite embarrassing."

"Hey, you aren't embarrassed to be my girlfriend, are you?"

"No! I- I just don't want people to think I'm one of... those girls."

"I'm sorry, y/n, but can you just do this for me today?"

You nod.

"That's my girl."