Realization - Pansy & Draco

10.Again?

A/N: So Sorry For Being MIA for like 2 mouths . I'll be posting more often
Love Andrea 🖤
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Weeks had gone by Since the twins' party. The party that brought together once rivals, Now friends.

That night, Draco knew he would faint when his stomach gave out. It felt like his innards were being replaced by some kind of black hole. Then nausea crept from his abdomen to his head and the world went black.

As his eyes fluttered open to the morning sun , his eyes were met with wine red canopies for Harry had found him laying on the stone floor and brought Draco back to Gryffindor tower .

After that night Pansy and Hermione seemed to become friends. Walking to class together and studying.

Draco and Harry have been more Cordial with one another.

Every student was more than astonished .
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Draco sat up in his bed reading his great grandfather's journal as Pansy slept by his side.

When he heard peeking at the window. There stood the Malfoy family owl and it had a letter. He hurriedly got to his feet, zooming in the direction of the owl .

He grabbed the envelope from the owl's talons. Giving her a treat to watch it fly away, he wished more than anything it would take forever to disappear so he wouldn't have to look at the Contents that the envelope held, at last it vanished between the clouds. And with a breath his eyes averted to the front of the envelope, elegantly written

From Mother

Relief washed over him for it was his mother who wrote him.

My dear child
How are you my darling? I hope you are doing your very best. How's Miss Parkinson? Good I hope . As you also know , Hallows eve is near and I will be hosting the Annual ball. Invite all your friends.

Love Mother

He missed his mother terribly but she wished for him to finish his studies in Hogwarts and make something of himself.

"What are you reading?" Pansy's sleepy voice echoed through his room.

"My Mother sent me an owl, she asked about our well-being. I'll write to her back in the morning. She'll also be hosting the halloween ball" he answered her while reaching for her hand , Pulling her to in embrace

" And you'll be my date right?" He asked Softly

"Only if you ask nicely love" she teased

He cupped her face in his hands, made her meet his gaze. Gently he said, " I Would be honored to have you by my side at the ball. Would you like to attend with me?"

"I'd very much like to Mr. Malfoy."

Warmth blossomed in Pansy's chest, sparks igniting as Draco leaned in close, lips brushing together, tentatively. and her mouth was already waiting like a question. Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his . He could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through her hair as they breathed each other in.

He bent down, his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made her whole body tremble.

"If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered.

When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of her temple.

"Or now."

He traced the line of her cheekbone.

"Or now."

His lips were against hers.

"Or—"

But she had reached up and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth. He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him.

She reached out, touched his cock, and it all but leapt into her hand. She stroked him in firm smooth motions, then licked her lips.

She scoots back on the bed as He moves over her, her legs spreading as He settles between them. She is panting now. Yet, so is he.

he's been fantasizing about this since the summer of his 15 birthday , because he never wanted anyone, or anything, this badly.

His hands are placed on either side of her, her hands are on his waist, and he pauses as long as He could, drawing out the moment.

He slid forward, and oh she was perfect to him. Tight and wet and ready. He gasps a little as He slides further into her, her nails digging into his back pulling him forward as she moans something that might be please.

He was all the way inside her, He paused.

He savored it.

He linger just for a moment, feeling her, watching her face, learning her breathing.

And then she says it again,

"Draco Please."

He leaned down, his lips finding hers as He pulled out—all the way out and then sank back in, all the way, our moans mingling together.

He keeps the pace slow and steady, at least as slow as He's able, wanting to make it good for.

her breathing quickens in no time, her hips urging him on at a faster pace.

He knows she's close and his hand slides down, and that's all it takes; one brush of his finger against her, and she's arching, crying out, and clenching around him all at the same time.

The sight and sound of her coming apart destroyed him.

He managed only two more strokes before He too , went over the edge, pulling the soft skin of her neck between his teeth, softly, as he shuddered inside her.

He collapsed.

her arms fell from his back to lay limply out at her side, as He pant into her neck.

He didn't know how much time passes. Seconds? Minutes?

Days?

She turned her head so her mouth was near his ear.

"So, again?"