Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

his need for trouble || chapter forty-one

Draco avoided Pansy for the next couple of days.

He apologised relentlessly over what had happened, no matter how many times I tried to assure him that all was well. Not only did I drag him into the game, but I also got him back ten times harder. It was safe to say we were even.

So, when I woke up one morning, surprisingly earlier than Draco; I took the time to admire just how peaceful he looked when he was asleep. His soft, pink lips were slightly ajar and his white-blond curtains rested messily across his eyes. I followed the gentle movements of his chest as it fell. In that moment, I almost mistaken him for angelic.

Though that would change the second that feral gaze of his opens to a new day of trouble.

Whether it was his constant thirst to have a bit of banter; which almost always landed him in trouble after pushing a joke a tad bit too far. Or perhaps it was simply his teenage angst that resulted in him reacting in an aggressive or snappy manner to anyone he deemed deserved it. His moodiness easily allowed him to insult a person to the point they cry.

So no, Draco Malfoy is certainly not angelic; despite how enchanting that pure and innocent complexion may make him seem.

On that note, Draco's strong arms still had me wrapped into his embrace. I had to get up, though no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn't stir without waking him. We were too close, and the slightest movement made him groan and pull me back into his body.

When I looked over my shoulder, he remained in the same peaceful position; his porcelain face just as it had been when he was asleep.

I placed two hands on his upper arm and tried to squirm out of his grip, and again, another low groan emitted from his lips. Except this time, his raspy voice followed. "Trying to slip away from me already, are you?"

I turned my head. Draco had made no effort to open his eyes, though the signature smirk he often held had inevitably set upon his face.

"I need to pee." I murmured softly. Draco slowly opened his eyes and placed his head on my shoulder. "You can wait..." he said, looking up at me with a grin. Oh no.

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We raced through the castles corridors, our robes billowing out behind us. The grand oak door which led to Professor McGonagall's classroom was finally in sight.

Draco didn't even think twice about knocking or apologising for being late. He obnoxiously barged into the classroom; what startled everyone inside. Blaise and Pansy both sat by the front and grinned when they saw me sheepishly stand to the side of Draco; a visible lovebite on my neck.

"Mr Malfoy, Miss L/N. Pleased to see you two join us so late today." Professor McGonagall's tone was sour. "Perhaps you would like to inform us as to why you have decided to join the rest of your classmates so late on this fine morning?

I didn't even have the chance to answer.

Draco blurted, "I dunno, Professor." He wiped the hair from the side of my neck to reveal the lovebite he left. Gasps rippled across the classroom and he grinned. "Y/N had a bit of trouble getting ready, so I took it upon myself to add the finishing touch. Beautiful, isn't she?"

Professor McGonagall sucked in a deep breath and uttered a dangerous— "Ten points from Slytherin, each."

"Each?" I retorted, this time with fire in my voice. "But Professor, I didn't do anything— I didn't even say anything!"

"Perhaps if you hadn't been sucking Mr Malfoy's face off before my class, then you would've arrived on time." Professor McGonagall gestured to our seats with the sharp tilt of her head. "Now, I expect you two will be able to grab your seats without getting tangled up like a pair of animals, yes?"

"Of course, Professor." Draco smirked devilishly. "We'll resume our extra curricular activities after we've taken a seat."

Draco grabbed my hand and pulled me towards our usual table. McGonagall's eyes followed us the whole way.

"An extra ten points from Slytherin for Mr Malfoy's cheek."

Draco rolled his eyes and kicked his feet up onto the table. He leaned back into his seat as though he owned the place. Once McGonagall looked away, I reached into my robes for a quill, but it seems I'd forgotten to bring one.

"Shit..." I muttered, feeling the pit of my stomach shrink.

"What was that, Miss L/N?" Professor McGonagall looked over her shoulder.

"I forgot my quill."

From the table in front, Neville Longbottom swivelled around and passed me a spare quill; a sweet smile on his face.

"Thank you, Neville." I whispered gratefully.

"Thank you for that kind gesture, Mr Longbottom." said Professor McGonagall,
"Five points to Gryffindor."

All of the Gryffindors beamed at one another.

Draco scowled. "Five points to Gryffindor," He mocked McGonagall in a high-pitched voice. "What's next? One hundred and fifty points to Gryffindor because Harry Potter FUCKING exists!'

All of the Slytherins across the room started to snicker in agreement.

McGonagall, however, wasn't impressed with his taunt nor his use of language. "If you step one more foot out of line, Mr Malfoy, you will be in here until after dinner."

Draco leaned back into his seat. He crossed his arms around his chest and huffed in annoyance; blowing a loose strand of hair out of his eyes. I placed gentle a hand on top of his thigh and gave it reassuring squeeze.

Draco looked up. He simply smirked.

"What?" I whispered, wondering why he looked as though he was up to no good. "Nothing." Draco shrugged, twirling his wand between his fingers. I narrowed my eyes and watched as his flicked his wrist.

"Locomotor Wibbly,"

A stream of light sunk into Neville from behind. His legs completely gave up on him as they turned to jelly. He tried to hold onto his desk, but simply ended up dragging it to the ground with him. Everyone turned their heads and started to laugh; Draco included.

"Draco!" I gasped, looking over our table at the boy who laid fed up on the floor. "That was horrible!" I snapped at him over my shoulder. Professor McGonagall rushed over to Neville and too glared at Draco.

His boyish laughter only grew harder.

"Mr Malfoy, detention." McGonagall said, using that deadly whisper.

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