Merely Misunderstood

Chapter Sixty-Six

EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND DISTURBING OR UNCOMFORTABLE!

How did we get here?

I was lying across Draco's bare chest, the green blanket of his four-poster bed stretched across the both of us. From the way his chest slowly rose and fell beneath me, I assumed he was asleep. It would make sense — we were both rather exhausted.

My face suddenly burned. It had all happened so fast. I couldn't believe the confidence I'd had at first... but of course, when Draco reciprocated, I couldn't help but get all flustered. I think that's what caused Draco's restraint to snap....

My lower half ached at the memory, and I grimaced. I wondered if I'd be able to walk tomorrow morning.

It had all been way different from last time. The first time we'd done it, it seemed to be over fairly quickly, and I didn't do much except lay there with my legs spread apart.

But this time....

I buried my face in Draco's chest, somewhat mortified by my actions. After I'd asked that famous line between the two of us — "Do I make you nervous?" — Draco's breathing became rather ragged as his face flushed bright red, so I knew I had done something right.

I stepped up to him until our bodies were touching, and I'd been planning on taunting him some more, but a bulging pressure against my abdomen caused me to hesitate.

He was already at that point....

I smirked, looking up at Draco innocently. "Already? God, Draco, learn to contain yourself a bit."

"How can I?" Draco asked, his voice rough as he raised his hand and closed his fingers around my neck, pulling me gently closer. "It's your own fault I'm like this. So," he brought our faces inches apart, his lips brushing against mine as he whispered, "will you take responsibility, Locousa?"

Instantly, my entire body felt unbearably warm. My knees were shaking.

Draco met my lips in an open-mouthed kiss, and my knees suddenly gave out. Draco wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against him, his left hand still cupped around my neck.

When he pulled away, my mouth felt unusually wet.

Draco took one look at my face and snorted. "Where's all that confidence gone, Brianna?"

I tried to glare, but I was sure I just looked impatient to him, because he suddenly wrapped both his arms around me and lifted me up, staring down the corridor toward the Slytherin common room.

"Wh-where are we going?"

"My dormitory."

My heart stuttered. "What?!"

Draco smirked. "It's no fun if I take care of that" — he glanced pointedly downward at his bulge — "by myself. Besides," he met my eyes unblinkingly, that beautiful silver gaze practically dripping with lust, "it's been a while, hasn't it?"

Tingles shot down from my stomach and into my lower regions, and it must have shown on my face, because Draco chuckled softly.

"I knew you'd feel the same, you dirty little snake."

"Excuse me, but who's the one carrying me to their dormitory?" I reciprocated snarkily, and Draco nodded.

"True. But that just makes us both dirty."

By now, we'd reached the common room, and it seemed to take a painfully long time for Draco to climb the stairs to the dormitories. Maybe I was more eager than I knew.