Chapter ninety two- light blue

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MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

"We should be getting back" I said with a reluctant huff as I watched Draco levitate the used dishes from the balcony into the kitchen
"Are you that eager to get away from me?" He joked lightly, setting the dished to clean themselves with a flick of his wand as I hopped up onto the wooden dining table
"People are going to start noticing we're not in school" I reprimanded with an annoyed smile
"We'll be back before they do" he assured confidently, stepping towards where I sat and perching his hands on the table at either side of me
"And whatever will we do till then?" I baited slyly, tensing as he leaned forward until his breath merged with mine
"Not sure, any ideas?" he muttered simply, pushing his hips forward, my legs widening effortlessly to allow his closeness
"I might have one" I said, unable to fully compute his words as his hands left the table to glide down my thighs
"Yeah?" he hummed, his voice low and coarse as he gazed down at me with shadows darkening his silver eyes
"Yeah" I breathed, holding back a laugh as I added, "homework"
"You think you're funny, sweetheart?" he muttered with a light scoff, fingers dragging shapes into my skin
"I wasn't joking, sweetheart" I said with a coy smile, "I'm not content with failing Transfiguration, are you?"
"It would disgrace my entire bloodline" he drawled with heavy sarcasm as his hands inched upwards to caress my ass
"I'm sure it would" I hummed, hooking my ankle around his leg to pull him into me in one swift movement

Once he was in, his mouth sealed onto mine like second nature, like all his self restraint perished at a certain degree of close proximity. I draped my arms over his shoulders, craning one to wrap in his hair. With a gentle tug, he let out a groan infested with desperation and pressed his mouth back in deeper. With a grip on my lower back, he slid me forward on the table so he could roll his hips against mine with ease, the pressure incited by the bulge in is pants causing me to let out a groan of my own. I could feel every inch of the smirk that bloomed on his mouth, growing wider as he pulled away slightly to gaze at me. His eyes were brimming with unapologetic awe as he struggled to regain his breath.

"Alright then, let's fucking study" he said decidedly, sifting a hand feverishly through his hair before dipping his head back down, this time focusing onto the nape of my neck

I cocked my head farther to one side, allowing him an unobstructed territory. In the fever of the moment, it seemed as though the walls around us were melting down, blurring out so that the only vision of importance was the beautiful boy right in front of me. Two of the buttons on his shirt were already undone, my fingers were working away at the third. His groans were echoing across my throat, his hands raking through my hair.

"Since you want to be such a little smartass," he grumbled, finding the rim of my nightdress and bunching the silk up to my stomach, "you can tell me what colour light the bird-conjuring charm gives off when cast"
"If you needed a tutor, you could've just asked" I mused brazenly, though faltering as he traced the inner areas of my thighs with a lazy smirk, "I'm always happy to aide those of lesser intelligence"
"You're fucking pushing it, (y/n)" he warned, his next sentence cut off by his own groan as I sunk my mouth into the skin of his neck right below his ear
"Am I?" I asked innocently, savouring the guttural noises I was earning from him
"Don't play dumb" he whispered, chest heaving as I began rubbing circles into his clothed dick, fully hardening at my touch, "you know exactly what you're fucking doing"
"Aw, have I upset you?" I crooned with a pout that curved into a smug grin, "why don't you do something about that?"
"Believe me" he groaned out, lips parted and eyes rolling as I brought my mouth back onto his neck, "I will"

In a flash of movement, he had curled his hands tightly around my wrist and tore my hands off of him.

"But first I need these-" he muttered, bunching my wrists in one wand and using his other to grab his wand, "out of my way"

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