Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

say my name || chapter thirty-five

When we got back to our room, moonlight was shining through the slightly parted curtains. Snow continued to visibly fall to the ground from outside the window and Malfoy closed the bedroom door behind us. He locked it while I peeled my overcoat from my shoulders.

"That was fun," I said while I draped my coat over the back of a nearby chair. "Mhm.." Malfoy hummed. I felt his fingers tickle my waist as he approached me from behind, and the simple gesture made me laugh.

"Hands off, Malfoy. You're freezing." I giggled, while Malfoy's hands only moved up further. He peeled my robes from my shoulder and placed it separate from my damp overcoat. 

"Help me warm up then." Malfoy said, and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him. He'd already removed his own robe as well.

"How?" I asked, tilting my head.

Malfoy grinned. He lifted a hand and tapped his lips with his index finger.

"You are unbelievable." I shook my head, laughing.

"I'm completely reasonable."

I rolled my eyes, but nonetheless, stood on the tips of my toes. Malfoy bent his head a little so I could reach, though I still struggled a little bit. I placed a hand on his shoulder for support and pressed a quick, little kiss onto his lips.

"You can do better than that." Malfoy grabbed my waist before I could slink away. I clutched his shoulder tighter and forced a pout. "Can't reach, Mr Malfoy." I said, my voice teasing. "Good thing I have a solution." He grinned.

Before I could ask, Malfoy lifted me into the air and pulled my thighs around his waist. My other arm instinctively came around his neck and I dug my heels into his back for extra support.

"Ta-da," he said before playfully puckering his lips. "Now, you know what to do."

"Un-be-lievable," I emphasised, my forehead pressed against his. Malfoy simply grinned at me. I wanted to roll my eyes— but I couldn't. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips against his, this time with care and love.

Malfoy sighed into my mouth and started to walk us towards our bed, his cologne consuming my senses. He laid onto the mattress with me beneath him and our lips still attached.

I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. My lips moved against his with delicacy, though it was Malfoy who decided to deepen the kiss. He slid his tongue into my mouth slow and with passion.

Everything started to escalate. I don't know how or why— but it did. Malfoy's hand moved up from my waist to my throat; and he gently wrapped every one of his fingers around it. The gesture made my stomach flip and cheeks sear. I even gasped a little, so Malfoy took over the kiss and moved his lips, even when mine were stoic.

"Come on..." he whispered against my lips, so I started to kiss him back. He breathed heavily into my mouth when one of my hands slid over the back of his head and into his hair. The noises between our mouths started to grow wet and slightly sloppy. Fervent almost.

Malfoy's left hand slid the opposite direction from the other. This one travelled from my waist, all the way down into my skirt. I gasped when I felt him brush two fingers over my knickers, across my sensitive bud. The kiss only lasted a second more, because I pulled my lips away from his and gazed up into his silver eyes.