I'm his | Draco Malfoy

Is he your boyfriend?

The Hogwarts Express is about to arrive at the King's Cross Station, and Draco and I are already changed in our normal clothes. He's wearing a black suit which makes his light skin, hair and eyes stand out, and I'm wearing a short skirt, a jumper and a shirt under. I just want his parents to like me and my outfit. He for sure does, given the looks he's sent me.

When the train stops and we go down, I see the Golden and the Silver Trios and I wave at them, smiling brightly under my warm hat and inside my jacket.

"You're so pretty" Draco whispers inside my ear, making me blush and I don't think for the cold. I smile. "You're not so bad yourself" I smile. We hold each other's hands while, taking out luggage, we pass through the 9 3/4 Platform's Wall.

Draco's decided we're going to take another train to arrive in the Wiltshire, where his house is.

While we're sitting inside the wagon, both of us reading and holding hands at the same time, I smile at the thought of how normal we must seem to the Muggles. A little girl even comes up at me and smiles, some teeth of her mouth missing.

"Is he your boyfriend?" she asks, awed. I nod. "He is." "He looks very strong and big" the girl widens her little arms to show how strong and big Draco is. I chuckle, and he stops reading, giving his attention to us.

"Do you like her?" the little kid asks him. He half smiles. "Yes, I do" he answers. "I want a boyfriend too" she pouts. I laugh lowly. "Wait till you grow up and you will have one." "For real?" she asks. I nod, elbowing Draco to agree with me, but he's looking outside the window.

"Bella, come here!" I hear a woman and immediately freeze. "Isabella, what were you thinking?" Of course. Isabella. "I'm sorry. Did she disturb you?" her mom asks. I shake my head, forcing myself to smile.

Draco is still looking at the English countryside and seems lost in his thoughts, as I am now. The only think keeping me anchored to reality is his touch on my hand, and I believe it's the same for him.

"They can't do anything" I murmur inside his ear. He sighs. "I wish that was true" he says. "What about your mom? How do you feel about seeing her?" I know one of the reasons he's asked me this is not to talk about his problems, but I answer honestly. "I haven't seen her since my birthday." "Isn't that on... the 25th August?" he asks. "You remember" I smile. I told him this in a quick moment. He nods. "Of course." "It is, but she's seen me on my last year birthday. I was 14." "Oh, I see." He squeezes my hand, kissing it gently.

"I won't let her hurt you in any way" he promises. The ends of my mouth turn slightly up. "I wish that was true" I mock, and he laughs. His laugh is my favourite sound. "You've got a point there, Black." "I always do, Malfoy."

When we arrive, Draco tells me we have to walk for a bit before arriving at the Manor. It's clear he didn't want his parents coming to get us. "Tell me what the plan is in the meantime" I ask, grabbing my luggage from the train.

"Today we're having dinner with my parents alone, then tomorrow your mom and her, uh, husband are arriving. On Christmas, your father and some other family friends will come too." I nod. Sounds a good plan.

"I can't imagine my father and Bella together after all this time." "Always these two, huh?" he shrugs. "What about Bella's husband, what do you-" "He's nothing to me" I say coldly. "Here, let me help you with those" Draco takes my luggage together with his, probably to change topic.

We're completely alone on this natural pathway, and the atmosphere is magical.

"Don't worry, though- he's not gonna talk to you if you don't want him to." "Ooh, are you threatening him by any chance?" I ask, smiling. He smirks. "Would you like that?" "I like that already" I respond, slightly trembling.

"Are you cold?" he notices immediately. I sigh. "A bit, yes. But I've already got my jacket-" I can't even finish the sentence, that he's put down all our luggage and is pulling off his coat. He puts it on my shoulders, caressing them delicately.

I grab it and put it on our shoulders both, so we kind of seem like a big ghost. I take the luggage and hand him his, then beam at him. "Here. This way, you're not going to be cold either."

He looks at me, our faces two inches away from each other, our noses practically touching.

"I never thought I could feel like this" he whispers. "Like what?" "Like when I'm with you. I had... I had a void inside my chest, where my heart should have been. Ever since we started talking... you filled that hole." My heart jumps and my expression is suddenly softened.

"You're adorable" I smile at him, kissing his nose. "Stop it" he mutters, his cheeks flushing. I laugh. "Never." "And I like you for this." "I know you do" I chant. "Oh shut up now." "Make me" I smirk at him, looking at his face from where I am, without turning my face up. I know what this seems and I'm making it exactly for this.

"Stop. I can't concentrate if you-" I kiss his neck, putting down the luggage and his coat.

"Via-" I shush him kissing his lips and hugging my arms around his neck, while he places his on my waist, getting closer to me. I can hear his shattered breath and his length pushing against me, and I at once know what I'm going to do. He deserves it, he's done it for me after all.

I kneel down, turning my eyes to him from under. He freezes for a moment, his breath becoming faster when he realises what I'm about to do.

"Olivia, are you sure?" he suddenly seems serious, his eyes liquid. I nod, and he quickly lowers his trousers, revealing his length forced to his boxers. I grab them slowly and pull them down, taking his member inside my hands. He groans lowly, arousing me too. I lick the top slowly, waiting for his reaction. He moans, unable to control himself, and the thought of controlling him makes warmth grow inside me.

As he just read my mind, he grabs my hair, and my cheeks flush. "I dominate" he makes clear, looking at me from his almost 6 feet, and I suddenly feel the urge to give him pleasure. I'm his.

"Olivia-" I stop him from talking taking his member inside my warm mouth, pumping it with my tongue and feeling every turgid of it. All I can think about is Draco over me, his completely abandoned to pleasure expression, and his length in my mouth.

I draw circles on the top of it, and then take it inside, taking turns for him to make louder sounds. His low voice may definitely be capable of getting me to the apex.

"I think I'm about to-" A warm liquid fills my mouth, and I gulp it all down, tasting what Draco's pleasure feels like. I lick his member one last time, before standing up and looking at him.

He puts his boxers and elegant trousers on again, and breathes deeply, before kissing me with momentum. "Was I good?" I ask. He inhales. "Yes, you were, babe" he murmurs, and I smile at his bewilderment.

The rush of what we just did comes through me, and I kiss him again. "I love your voice" I confess, suddenly. He raises an eyebrow. "Your accent. The names you call me." "I'll remember it" he smirks, and kisses me again, before starting to walk home again.