Wand Hopping ; D.M.

𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑃𝑎𝑦

Smut and cringe warning for this chapter

Elsie Granger

I know he's toxic and I should stay away from him, but so am I. I'm nearly as bad as he is.

At this moment, I don't think either of us are using our heads, or at least not yet.

Our make out ended and the heat was still present. I wanted to be closer to him and the look in his eyes showed that he felt similarly.

"Follow me," he took my hand and began walking down the hall.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Where are we going?" my questions were persistent.

"Has anybody ever taught you to shut your bloody mouth?"

"No," I spat.

"Then I will."

Malfoy pulled me by my wrist into the abandoned boys bathroom and closed the door behind us.

"Nobody'll find us here."

My throat began to tighten and my palms began to sweat. Was this actually happening to me right now?

He pulled me to the sinks where he pushed me against the counter and we began to make out again. This time was more vigorous and full of energy which made it ten times better than when we did it in the corridor.

The way his lips met with mine and how our bodies began to intertwine was like no other. I hated that I wanted more of him, all of him.

As our kissing turned from sensually passionate to passionately aggressive, I began to enjoy it more than ever. All the times I had hooked up with other guys wasn't even close to being comparable to this.

Draco's so irresistibly toxic.

He began to kiss my neck slowly and worked on taking my skirt off. My thoughts danced throughout my head, and with every kiss and touch, my mind went back to Malfoy.

He slipped my skirt off and it fell to the ground shortly before my underwear did. I was left exposed to my partial enemy.

Draco's lips continued kissing my neck before working back up to my lips again. He unbuttoned his trousers and they fell to his ankles, similarly to how my skirt fell.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

As much as I cherished my dignity, I couldn't say no to his request. I knelt down to where my mouth lined up with his shaft.

I opened my mouth, and let him do the work. His thrusts seemed angry, as if he still had anger built up from the incident that occurred yesterday.

With every thrust of his hips, his tip was pushed to the back of my throat where I struggled to not gag.

"Good girl," he moaned as I went to work. He stopped thrusting which allowed me to take control.

I felt like such a bottom right now, and normally I would hate it, but this time was different. I didn't feel like fighting to be in control, I let him do as he pleased.

After about a minute or so of being on my knees, he grabbed onto my shoulder and pulled me to my feet. My first instinct was to begin kissing him again.

He pulled his lips away from mine, "Turn around."

I glared at him before following his instructions. We were now both facing the mirrors so I could see his facial expressions in the reflection.