I want you to keep it (DracoXreader) 18+ smut

Chapter 29- currency

"Draco" I stated casually, lifting the dress from the bed not making eye contact. I could feel her gaze on me and I could have sworn I heard her jaw drop "you and Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? Again?" So many questions slipped out her mouth. I sighed hanging my dress on the bathroom door hooks, brushing the fabric down delicately with my hand.

She hopped off the bed and appeared at my side view next to me "since when" that wasn't even a question more of a demand "since forever let's be honest" I still couldn't meet her eyes. That's when I sat at my vanity and started brushing out my hair she caught my glance. She just stared at me "you have a point, I just wish you'd told me" I sighed turning back to look at her properly "I know I'm sorry it only actually happened last night and obviously I haven't seen you since then really"

"Plus aren't you going with that older Slytherin boy, the one who you think is friends with Conner" she nodded at me but I think she noticed how I flinched slightly when Conners name slipped past my lips "yes well I am but not the point. I kind of assumed you'd be going with Conner in all honesty" she admitted "no I'm actually avoiding Conner at the moment, everything is so fresh and complex with Draco that I don't want him to get in the way of that" she slid down onto her knees next to me clearly tiring of standing leaning one hand on the top of my vanity and one on my thigh.

"And why would Conner come in the way of that, I heard you were just friends" the eyebrow she raised at me and the knowing smile dragged it out of me "because we slept together" I spat the sentence out so fast I had to take a second to breath after.

She didn't react at first. Then her hand flew to her mouth, she started chuckling, then it stopped and she made a gasp sound "does Draco know?" I nodded "that's kind of how we got together, he got jealous and possessive..." I couldn't help but bite the skin around my thumb thinking about it. I was going to try to lie to her as little as possible, and technically speaking that part was true.

"Fuck" she let slip as she walked to the bed and slid down into the cushions "that's kind of fucking hot" her eyes were glazed over like she was imagining it "you're telling me" I poured out a small glass of fire whisky. Silence fell as we both thought about it, romanticised it. Swirling the bronze liquid around in the bottom of the glass I threw it to the back of my throat. How the fuck was I going to pull this off.

We spent hours getting ready. It was quite therapeutic to spend 10x the amount of time I normally would. Just taking time to breath while shaping my brows, or dusting my blush on more gentle because I had the time to go over it a few times.

The last thing I did before getting dressed was take out my rollers. Delicately placing each curl into place, they were soft and bouncy, a little too curly to be beachy waves but not curly enough to be curls. They fell perfectly against each other, like expensive strands of silk, effortless.

Pansy helped lace up the corset of my dress, I looked perfect, like always. So why did I feel so empty, like I wasn't complete. Slipping on my silver shoes and delicate diamond necklace, I also slid my hands into long black silk gloves that went just past my elbow. You couldn't find a single insult to throw at me if you tried, but I had to admit defeat in the fact that there was nothing else I could do.

Pansy left to go meet her date and I just sat on the bed, Draco was waiting for me in the common room but I couldn't convince my legs to walk, I felt like such a fraud. So perfect and put together on the outside yet nothing like that on the inside. I heard the door crack open, then fully open. Looking up from the dark lonely room that surrounded me, streams of golden candle light flooded my face from the now open door. Draco stood there in entirely black, black trousers, black shirt, black suit jacket, he was perfect looking too.

"Are you ready?" He asked, I nodded dragging my eyes up to meet his, unable to hold back the circle puppy dog look that was painted across my face "you look miserable, I didn't realise being my date would make you so sad" he scoffed but he seemed to take it personally "no no sorry" I stood dusting off my dress and grabbing his hand lacing our fingers together "I just hate lying to Pansy, makes me feel like shit" he seemed to give me an understanding look. I couldn't imagine it was easy for him to lie to Blaze, or maybe it was, he managed to keep all this hidden from me long enough and I'm in his bed every other night. Admitting that to myself made my spine straighten.