Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

prefect's bathroom || chapter fifty-four

Draco was the first to wake the following morning. He glanced down at me and was relieved to see me in a peaceful slumber. Slowly but surely, he pulled me further into himself and nuzzled his head into my neck.

We stayed like that for a while, but time was ticking and the clock was about to strike eleven. So, he turned his head slightly and pressed a tiny kiss against my neck, followed by another, and another, until he slowly worked his way up towards my face.

"Come on, sweetheart." Draco whispered, gently kissing the corner of my mouth. "Wake up."

My eyes fluttered. At first, everything was a blur, but after a fair few blinks, I could make out the porcelain face staring down at me. "There she is," Draco grinned like a lovesick puppy. He took the hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear.

"Good morning," I whispered, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. Draco peeled the sheets from our bodies and sat up. "Tea or coffee?" He asked, looking back at me. "Tea, please." I yawned, rolling over so I could see him get up.

Draco dipped his head and slid down from the side of the bed. He turned on the kettle and pulled out a mug. I watched him drop in a teabag and two teaspoons of sugar before he poured the boiling water in.

"Perfect for a hangover," he said, stirring the tea. "Thank you." I smiled gratefully as he walked over. I sat up on the edge of the bed, ready to take it from him, but before I could; he set down the mug and grabbed both of my thighs. I gasped as he spread them apart and moved in between them.

Draco picked the mug back up and took a sip, checking that the tea wasn't too hot; that way I wouldn't burnt my tongue. "Good?" I asked. He dipped his head and placed a finger under my chin. The next thing I knew, he was pressing the rim of the mug against my parted lips; and the tea's sweet flavour was exploring my tongue.

"Alright?" Draco double checked. "More sugar? Too much sugar? More milk?"

I shook my head. "Perfect, as usual." I reassured him, so he allowed me to take the warm mug in my hands. Draco dropped onto the bed beside me and slung an arm around my shoulder.

Oh, how helpless love made you feel

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"Morning, Y/N. Moorning, Draco." Blaise greeted as we slid into our seats. He poured pumpkin juice into his goblet and stared curiously at Draco. "Why are you smiling so much?"

"Oh, no reason." Draco said, smirking to himself.

Blaise looked from me, to Draco, then back to me. He dipped his head and slowly raised his goblet to his lips. "Yep... yep..."

"So, how did you do it?" Pansy asked, slipping into the seat beside Blaise. She playfully slung an arm around his shoulder and smushed him into her side. "I've been trying to break him for years!"

"Oh, he's always been a bit disturbed Pansy." I looked up from my plate, smiling. "Doesn't take much to top him off."

"Excuse me, women. I'm just trying to eat my breakfast."

"It's okay, sweetie." Pansy clapped him on his shoulder. "Just eat your beans."

"Gladly..." Blaise muffled.