Dracotok Story

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It's been a couple weeks since Gryffindor won their game. Tonight is Slytherin vs Ravenclaw, and you're sitting in the Gryffindor common room while it's going on. You guys usually don't go to games that aren't Gryffindor unless it's a big final match.

It's the first time you've ever cared about a Slytherin game, since you're dating Draco. You can't help but be curious as to what's happening in the quidditch pitch right now.

You're just lounging around, chatting. Hermione's reading a book quietly in her big velvet chair.

You're eating Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans with Ron. You pick them with your eyes closed and guess which one it is by the flavor. "Yesss! I got marshmallow!" You taunt Ron who just ate a rotten egg one.

"C'mon mate, this one better be good." He reaches in and grabs another. "Bloody hell." His face scrunches up, implying he just got a bad one. "That's definitely soap."

The next one you get is green apple, which reminds you of something. "Hey guys, I think I'm gonna head down to the game."

They mumble 'okay's, and you grab your jacket before walking out the portrait hole down to the pitch.

You arrive there in just the perfect time- "LOOK'S LIKE MALFOY CAUGHT THE SNITCH," you hear over the loudspeaker. "AND THAT'S A WIN FOR SLYTHERIN! IF THEY WIN AGAINST GRYFFINDOR, THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY TO WINNING THE HOUSE CUP!" The Slytherins roar.

Once Draco spots you, his smile grows wider.

You meet him by the locker room. He pulls you inside. His breath is still heavy from playing the sport. "They've all gone to the party," he says, almost immediately pushing you against a locker to start kissing your neck.

You pry him off of you and hold his face in your hands. "Don't let me keep you away if there's a party."

"I didn't want to go anyways." His hair is messy, and he looks really hot. "I got to the game right before you caught the snitch."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you did really amazing... I'm very proud of you."

Then, his lips crash against yours. You run your fingers through his hair, and he pushes you against a locker. "You sure no one's gonna come in?"

"Who cares?" He replies with ginger in his eyes. "Let them," he whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine.

"Fuck it," you say, pulling out a hair tie.

His eyes go wide with realization. "Y/n, no."

"I want to though."

"Are you sure?"

You've told him before that you never wanted to, but something about tonight made you want to try it. "I'm sure," you say.

And with that, you give him the hair tie, letting him tie your hair up once you're on your knees.

•••

"Damn, y/n, I didn't know you could do that."

You stand up to meet his eyes. "To be quite honest, neither did I."

You've never seen him breathing that heavy before. "You sure you've never done that?"

You laugh with a slight smirk. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"Okay, your turn now."

"Wait, what?"

"Your turn. I'm gonna make you feel what I just felt." Once again, Draco pushes you against the lockers.

You like where this is going. He starts making out with you. He pins your arms above your head. Then he kisses down your neck and chest. Actually, it'a more biting than kissing. Either way, you're gonna leave here with bruises.

At one point, one of Draco's teammates came into the locker room, behind many rows of lockers, so he didn't see you. "Aye Malfoy, you in h-" He quickly left when he heard your moans and banging on the locker. That made you laugh.