This story is about y/n who joins Hogwarts in year 4 and struggles to find her identity and become more then her traumatic past.
WARNING- this is a smut fan fiction so it does contain very graphic sexual scenes and also a lot of possibly triggering...
45 minutes had past and we'd heard people arriving for the past 15 minutes. I convinced him that being fashionably late was for the best, pulled some bullshit about making a statement. In reality I was just enjoying the conversation, we'd been laying on the bed chatting shit about the most random stuff, slightly intoxicated from the tense dinner and the car ride maybe but it was nice. He was in the middle of telling me about how when he was a kid he'd spend his summers in the garden learning about plants from Narcissa at Lucius's disgust but he knew how much it meant to Narcissa so he allowed it. The same small skeleton Elf knocked against the door then waddled in when Draco replied with a grumbly "yes?"
She seemed ashamed like she'd just been scolded for something, her rags of clothing that barely covered her body made her look more sickly with how they drowned her "sir has requested master Draco and miss y/ns presence at the party" her head hung lower then before when she first saw Draco "alright Penelope thank you for letting us know, go keep yourself busy" he winked at her then she smiled and scuttled out the room with pricked ears.
Draco stood from the bed straightening his clothes then landed me a hand. As I took it I asked "what does keeping her busy mean? Because I doubt it means loads of work like I'm sure you intend it to sound" he didn't let go of my hand when they lowered "she spends the evening how ever she likes and says that I asked her to do it wether it's gardening, organising the library, whatever she wants really. She knows I'll go along with whatever she says" he smirked then rolled his eyes "what really? That's kind of sweet you know" I giggled leaning in a little closer to him "oh shut the fuck up" he laughed trying to look away from me.
"No I mean it. You have a real soft spot for her. She seems old, has she served your family your whole life?" I batted my lashes hoping he'd continue to crack open and answer me "enough with the questions can we just go get drunk already, I can't stand the majority of people in this house don't make me add you to the list" I accepted defeat as I stepped back into my shoes that I'd kicked off while in the throes of conversation.
"Actually you know what" I yanked his hand back and his eyes landed on me seeming confused "I'd like to change" I strutted over to his wardrobe and flung it open sliding each hanged dress along individually "that's really not necessary" he complained "no no you go on and on about this visiting being one big 'show and tell' well let's show them something to run back and tell on us about" I smirked admittedly I was quite tipsy but when I pulled back this one blue dress it only encountered me "plus this is boring let me at least have fun by dressing up in the beautiful expensive dresses you've bought me" It was casual compared to the others but it was casual in a magnificent way. The kind of dress only a rich princess would call casual, and that exactly what I intended to act like. Harmless and completely under Dracos control but a prissy rich princess. The kind that pisses you off but In a way you can't explain so you can't say anything.
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"It's a bit risky" Dracos eyes landed at my chest when I slipped it on "exactly you can't be afraid to show me off, that makes it seem like I'd be easily turned to another" I laughed then turned inviting him to vip up my dress. He slid his cold hands along my vip pulling it up. It fit like a glove tailored to me. "Plus why would you buy such a risky dress if you never intended on me wearing it" he huffed then yanked me back into him as the zip reached the top "I'll admit I got carried away with the idea of seeing you in some of them. That's why there is way more then you could ever wear in one week, so I can choose how much of your body others can see" all air left my lungs and a dry laugh pushed it's way out my mouth making me clear my throat "well if it was up to me I'd get absolutely slaughtered, strip off and jump into the fountain you no doubtably have" I span round and skipped to the other side of the room messing around in my new dress but also to admire his reaction, to see that image of me race through his mind.
