Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

Slytherin vs Hufflepuff || chapter one-hundred and thirteen

Countless nights of staying up till after midnight has passed and the amounts of books and old records in our room were piling by the days, but to no avail. After the discovery of Eileen Prince, neither of us had been able to find much more after that.

Draco had a hand on my stomach, spooning me against him while I stared thoughtfully ahead of me, breathing heavily and shaking slightly. "You okay?" Draco whispers against my hair, feeling his warm breath against the back of my head.

"Mhm..." I murmur back, my mind starting to clear up a bit. The past few nights have resulted in a lot of sleepy, stressed sex in hopes that our minds could drift from our research, but the thirst for knowledge came back the next day and ended up turning it into a constant cycle.

Earlier

"I feel like I'm so close— like the answer is right there." I exclaim, stressfully running my fingers through my hair while looking down at all of the textbooks sprawled across the libraries table. "But its like I keep overlooking something that should be so obvious."

"Y/N, just come to bed. It's getting late." Draco said, slowly taking the book I was looking at away from me. "You've gone over the same three books for the past week. You'll start getting yourself all confused and worked up."

"I already am confused and worked up." I frowned.

Draco sighed and pressed a kiss against my temple before slipping out another book from underneath my hands. "Take a break. I'll look over everything when we get to our room. I'll see if I can pick up on anything you might've missed."

"Thank you..." I mumble tiredly, tilting my head back to press a gentle kiss against his jawline. Draco smiled a little and stroked through my hair. "No problem, my love..."

Needless to say, not even half an hour had passed by when the pair of us ended up in bed together, Draco inside of me and my hands wrapped helplessly around his throat. At some points his hands were in my hair with a necklace laced through his teeth, and at others mine were over his mouth, feeling the vibration of his aggressive moans and pants against my palms.

It was a long night.

And now here we are, in the present, laying on our sides against each other. "Turn around..." Draco mumbled against the inside of my neck. A small, pained sigh escaped my lips when I rolled over onto my opposite side to face him, his lips now centimetres away from my own.

"Pretty girl..." he murmured, stroking his hand over my cheek. I press myself further against his palm, enjoying the feeling of the heat from his skin. "Pretty boy," I murmur in return, gently tracing a few of my fingers over the outline of his scars. Draco's lips twisted into a drowsy smile, his eyes screwed into tired, near-slits.

Just as I thought his eyes were about to close— "It's quidditch tomorrow..." he suddenly murmured, reaching around my back to grab a handful of my arse through the shirt he'd put on me. "Did you know...?"

"Of course I know." I laugh softly, gently brushing the tip of my nose against his what made him chuckle quietly. "You've been talking about it all week."

"You're gonna come, right?" Draco asks quietly, nestling his head further inside of my neck. I collect a handful of his fluffy, white tufts at the back of his head and gently scratch my fingernails through his scalp.

"Mhm..." I whisper reassuringly. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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Chants could be heard roaring all throughout the quidditch stadiums, a distinct "Slytherin!" Coming from the left and a "Hufflepuff!" coming from the right.