One shots-Draco Malfoy

A dirty dance

I sway my hips to the music, keeping my eyes locked on his. He takes a sip from his drink while his gaze falls to my body. He licks his lip, fixing his position on the couch. I turn around and face Daphne, who has her tongue down Pansy's throat. They always make out while drunk.

I turn back around to look at the blond who has been eye-fucking me the whole night. He isn't seated on the couch anymore instead he's talking to Theodore. I rip my gaze from them, letting my body move to the music.

I lost track of time and people around me but I'm brought back to earth when hands land on my waist. I don't have time to turn around since I'm being pulled to their chest. I feel their breath on my ear before it turns into a whisper.

"I liked those pretty eyes staring into mine," he says while his crotch presses to my behind. I hum to him, pressing against him as well.

"And you still chose to look at Nott's," I say only so loud that he hears while I guide his hands lower.

"Was just being polite and answering my friend, only to find out I've lost your attention," he moves his hands back up my body. His touch can be more possessive and I want that. I hum to him and feel it. Feel what I wanted, his touch tightening on me.

"I don't like not having my girl's attention," now I hear it in his voice, in his words. My girl.

"Shouldn't be calling me yours, Malfoy," as soon as those words leave my mouth he scoffs at me.

"Now, what did you say last night? Was it "I'm yours Draco, please"? Because If I remember correct, that's what my girl said right before I stuck my cock in her," he says, my head filling with memories from last night. 

"I was desperate then," I say while my eyes scan the room.

"Just a bitch in heat, huh?" Incredibly rude and yet my thighs are pressing together. I try to turn around but his hold is too strong.

"Prick," I mutter, not caring that he most likely heard me.

"You're being bad tonight. Should know by now, that I love it," he says, lips lingering so close to my skin. Damn it. It's so easy for him to turn me on.

"Just matching your rudeness," now he hums at me.

"So have I gotten wrong that you don't like to be degraded?" I don't even have time to answer him before he speaks again. "So why does that pussy always tighten when I call you a dirty whore, hmm?" Now I don't have the right words to answer him. 

He spins me around and I have to tilt my head back a little to look at him. His hands are on my arse and I wrap mine around his neck. He brings his lips so close to mine that we are almost kissing.

"Cat got your tongue?" I feel his breath on my lips when he speaks. I nod.

"Why don't you give me yours," I say as I lean closer to him but he pulls away. My brows furrow as I study his eyes.

"You won't kiss me?" It sounds less like a question and more like a realization.

"I don't think you're desperate enough," he says, letting go of me as he walks towards his room. He makes sure to turn and wink at me, so that I follow him. 

I do. I keep our dirty dance going. I take the crumbs that he allows me to have and ask no more.

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AN: Don't even remember the last time I wrote. I'm so happy from seeing more reads and votes pop up, even when I haven't uploaded for a while. Haven't had the motivation for it but I hope it will come back. Anyways this was just something quick but I hope you guys liked it.