Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Slughorn's Party || chapter one-hundred and three

Draco slung the door to Professor Snape's office wide open and came storming out, leaving me startled.

It was first thing the next morning, and as expected, Draco was called out for questioning after the events that took place the night before. Montague was quick to go whimpering to Madam Pomfrey when he was brought to the infirmary after the fight, so it was just a matter of time until he got into trouble.

'How'd it go?' I ask cautiously, carefully stepping out from the shadows amidst the darkened hallway. Draco stopped to look at me, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. A dim trace of light shone against his pale face, tiny flames from the torches mounted on the dungeon walls reflecting against the orbs of his deadly blue eyes.

'Great.' Draco said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Just great. Detention every night Monday to Friday for the rest of term.'

'I'm sorry...' I step a little closer to him, noticing the way his whole body tensed. Draco tightened his jaw and kept his eyes straight ahead, not once looking at me. I furrow my eyebrows in slight confusion, gently touching his upper arm; my fingers wrapping around the ruffled sleeve of his shirt. 'Draco...?'

Draco couldn't resist. He took one look at me and groaned angrily under his breath, catching me by surprise when he fully turned around to face me. His bruised fingers wrapped themselves around my neck and he shoved me hard against the wall, knocking the air straight out of my lungs. A small gasp of surprise escaped my lips, his knee placed right in between my legs as he pressed the rest of his body up against mine. He pressed his forehead against my own, leaving me no choice but to look into his icy feral eyes— warmth spreading across my face every time angry little huffs escaped his flared nostrils.

'Do you see what you do to me, Y/N?'

Draco shows his bruised knuckles, giving me a devilish grin. 'You drive me insane.' He whispers darkly, pressing the side of his face against my own; leaving me no choice but to lay my upright head against his shoulder— helpless pants escaping my lips.

'I'm a madman because of you— don't you see? You make me weak.' Draco whispers softly into my ear, his warm minty breath travelling down my sensitive neck. 'You may see the soft side of me but everyone else isn't so lucky. I will literally fight, lie, and kill for you. Montague's guts would've been ripped right out of his system if you weren't standing there.'

A small shiver rippled down my spine, and I tried to downplay the mental image that tried to enter my mind. Montague's severed body, blood, screams— Draco's manic face enjoying the sight of his pain. Such a pretty man admiring such a horrific sight.

'Draco...' I whisper softly, holding weakly onto his strong shoulders; lightly clutching his shirt beneath my fists. 'You're scaring me.'

Draco carefully takes one of my hands off his shoulder and presses it up against the wall besides my head, gently lacing his fingers in between my own. 'Don't be...' he whispers quietly, pressing a soft reassuring kiss against my ear. 'It's not you that should be scared. It's the world that should be scared.'

A tiny whimper escaped my lips when he pressed his knee a little harder in between my legs, his lips slowly yet surely dragging themselves teasingly along my earlobe. 'Hogwarts isn't safe anymore. Their inside the castle. Therefore I don't trust anyone— no one is going to go anywhere near you alone. Not Montague, Not Parkinson, Not even Zabini, Crabbe or Goyle. No one. '