Dracotok Story

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The Monday following the party, Draco doesn't see you in second block. "Pst. 'Mione."

She turns around.

"Where's y/n?"

"She wasn't feeling well this morning. She's probably gone back to bed."

Like any good boyfriend, Draco slips out of class to check on you. He was expecting to see you sleeping, so he was surprised to see you hunched over in your bed with your hands on your stomach. "Darling-" He runs over, sitting next to you.

You're in so much pain, you can barely make out the words "it hurts."

"What hurts?" He asks frantically. "Should I get Pomfrey?"

You shake your head as the cramp stops. "Just go back to class, okay?"

"What!? I literally walked in on you dying! I'm not-"

"Babe," you say, holding the side of his face with your hand. "It's just period cramps."

His eyes go wide with realization. "Just period cramps. Darling, is it always this bad?"

"Sometimes. Hasn't been this bad in a while though."

"Can I get you anything?" He says, rubbing your back.

You shake your head.

"Want to lay down?"

You nod. Then Draco sits against the headboard, and you lay against him. He holds you tight, as you try to find comfortable positions to lay in. When you get cramps, he knows by the way you tighten up your torso and hold your stomach. When that happens, he holds you tighter and rubs your arms, letting you know that he's there for you.

"Thank you," you almost whisper.

"No need to thank me, darling." He kisses your cheek. "You planning on starting school eventually?"

You laugh. "Eventually."

•••

The first month of school has come and gone. The leaves are turning warm colors and the air is getting colder as the days pass. This also means quidditch season, and Draco has started having lots of practice. He's still seeker for Slytherin, and every year, he only gets better. This also means his competition (mostly just Harry Potter) keeps getting better.

Since Draco's always at practice, you've found yourself bored a lot lately. It's around 7:30 in the evening, and you're waiting in the common room by the crackling fire for your friends to get off practice. When quidditch season gets busy like this, teams will book the grounds and the quidditch pitch both so different houses can practice at the same time.

You're wearing Draco's hoodie. It smells like him, which is comforting. You can just about feel the warmth of the fire from where you're sitting.

You and Hermione made small conversation, until the boys (and Ginny) got back from practice all exhausted and sweaty. Hermione stands up to greet Ron as Ginny mumbles something about feeling disgusting and needing a shower before running up the stairs to the girls dormitories. As Hermione starts conversation with Ron and Harry, you decide to see if your boyfriend is back from practice yet.

You haven't seen Draco the whole day, so you're excited to see him now. You leave your common room and head to the Slytherin dungeons. You knock on Draco's door, and he opens up, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

His face is red from practice, and his hair is messy. A couple sweat beads drip down his face. He isn't wearing a shirt, and a towel is handing around his shoulders.

"Just get back from practice, I assume?"

"Yup. We got the pitch today."

"That's good. Is the team doing alright this season?"

"Better than alright. I'll be surprised if we lose the first game," he says, wiping his face with the towel.

You pull him in for a kiss. You can taste the sweat on his lips. "I've missed you today."

He puts his hands on your shoulders and pulls away, but his face is still close to yours. "You stay here," he says "I'm gonna go take a shower, then I'll spend the rest of the evening with you, kay?"

"M'kay," you smile, going to lay down on his bed as he goes in the bathroom.

•••

You hear the shower water stop. Draco opens the bathroom door, letting you come in.

A towel hangs low around his waist. His abs gleam as you see water droplets rolling down. Draco's looking in the mirror, drying his hair with a towel. He's so hot.

You touch his back as you slide past him, giving both of you butterflies. You continue to sit in the counter.

He catches you staring at his abs and smirks.

You reach your arms out and make puppy dog eyes.

"You're so cute," he says, quickly pressing his lips against yours. He stands in between your legs, having to bend over to kiss you. Your arms are over his shoulders, and your neck is basically against the mirror. Draco's hands rub your thighs as your heart rate goes up.

You rip your shirt off. His hands get closer to your heat under your skirt, making you arch your back and moan.

He kisses your jawline and down your neck. Water from the tips of his hair drips down your chest.

"Let's take this the bed," he says, your noses practically touching. You grin, exchanging a lustful look.