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Study Date | Draco Malfoy

Summary: Draco helps you study for your potions test with some… unconventional methods
Warnings/tags: mdom, oral, semi-public
Disclaimer: everyone in this story is 18+! (even though it's not cannon)

"Shh!" You order the annoying Weasley in the library. God, they're always so loud. They look at you in fear as you go back to studying. You try to focus on the words, mandrake root, essence of toad, werewolf tears and- BAM! someone set off one of Weasley's fireworks.

You curse loudly and pack up your books. You rush out of the library and find an abandoned stairwell to read in. Finally, some peace and quiet. You're so caught up in your studies that you don't notice the sun going down, or the clock tolling midnight.

"Miss Y/N," you hear a cool voice behind you, "what are you doing out of your dormitories?"

Your blood runs cold at Snape's voice. Despite being a Slytherin, you know he'll still punish you. You swallow your fear and attempt to speak. "Uhm, studying." You whisper weakly, holding up your potions book.

"That's no excuse-" He starts but is quickly interrupted by a much younger voice.

"Y/N! There you are! I've been searching the entire castle!" Draco comes up behind you, grabbing your rucksack. "Oh, professor, is there a problem?" He raises a blonde eyebrow in challenge.

Snape grudgingly backs away from the two of you. "Back to your dormitory." He sneers before slinking away.

Draco grabs your hand and helps you up, leading the way back to the Slytherin common room. "What the hell were you thinking?" Draco scolds. "What if another professor had found you? You'd be in detention for weeks."

You sigh and plop down on a couch, pulling out your potions book. "I'm trying to memorize the potions that'll be on the exams. Snape said we'll have to do them from memory. No notes allowed." You keep your voice to a whisper as to not wake your sleeping classmates upstairs, but there's an edge of hysteria in your voice.

Draco takes notice and softens slightly. "You need to relax. You can't process information while you're so wound up."

You shake your head. "No, I need to study. One more chapter. Then I can sleep." You insist.

He sighs, knowing it's impossible to change your mind once it's made up. "Fine." He opens your book and sits down next to you. "Study."

You dive back into the book, oblivious of the glint in his eyes. By now you know the ingredients, but you're still stuck on the steps. Was it eye of newt first or mandrake root? Do you stir clockwise or counterclockwise? Your breath hitches as Draco places a hand on your thigh, rubbing in circles from your knee, closer and closer to where you craved him the most.

"Draco." You try to protest but it comes out as a moan.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, his hand pausing at your inner thigh.

"No, don't stop!" You shake your head a little too quickly and set down the book.

He grins mischievously. "Uh-uh." He grabs the book and places it back in your hands. "Read. If you stop, so will I."

You whine but do as you're told. He continues rubbing his way up, now planting kisses on your cheek, across your jaw, down to your neck. You let out a moan, bucking your hips up, eager for his hand to finally reach you.

"Shh." He whispers in your ear. "We're in the commonroom, out where anyone can catch us." His hand finally rubs your heat, even on the outside of your robes it makes your body quiver. "You like that, don't you? The idea of being caught." He removes his hand and smiles at your disappointment. "You want my fingers on you?"

You nod, lifting your skirt. "Please."

He licks his lips. "Please what? Use your words." He wraps his fingers around your underwear, preparing to remove them.

You whine, but grudgingly speak. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Please, Draco." You beg at the end, knowing that's exactly what he wants.

He swiftly removes the barrier and touches his fingers to your clitoris. He rubs in circles, slowly at first to tease you. You grind your hips onto him and try to keep quiet as he increases his speed. He stops for a split second, only to insert a finger inside of you. He uses his free thumb to rub your clitoris at the same time.

You place a hand over your mouth to quell your moan. He's going as fast as he can, curling his fingers to fuck your g-spot. The dual stimulation inside and out builds a familiar heat inside of you. Your legs shake and your breath quickens. You close your eyes and throw your head back, overcome with pleasure. He pulls away, removing his fingers from you. You groan at the ruined orgasm.

He points smugly at the book discarded at your side. "I thought you wanted to study."

"Screw the potions test, I want you." You completely remove your skirt and tug at his belt.

"Tell me how much you want me. Be a good little slut and beg."

"Draco!" You cry out, no longer afraid of getting caught, desperate for release. "Please, you know you're the only person that can make me feel this good. Help me relax, make me come."

He drops to his knees in front of you and inserts his fingers once again. But this time his thumb is replaced with his tongue. He licks and sucks at your clitoris while pumping his fingers inside of you. You were already close before, but now the intensity is groundbreaking. You pull at his blonde hair as you moan his name, useless begging, and uncontrehensible gibberish. Your toes curl, your thighs lock him in and warmth rushes through your body. Your orgasm is prolonged by his continued licks, not as fast now, but still driving you mad. Finally you push his head away and bring his lips to yours. You smile at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

"Are you relaxed now?" He teases lightly.

You nod. "Thank you."

He smiles, rubbing your thighs once more. "No need to thank me when you taste so good. Although, I think you could relax further. What do you say continue the study date?"