Professor Malfoy?

Chapter 15

It was the middle of the night when Y/N woke up, her heart heavy with guilt. There had been a shift in their dynamic— she was sure of it. Especially when she felt Professor Malfoy's chin on top of her head and his arms around her waist.

She couldn't even remember falling asleep in his embrace. Not that it mattered anyways. They were pressed up against each other now whether they'd fallen asleep like that or not.

Y/N slowly took her hand away from his shoulder in hopes to move, but Malfoy groaned. She froze. His eyes remained shut, so she assumed he was still asleep. Slowly but surely, she tried to move back— only for Malfoy's hand to tighten around her waist.

Fuck, she cursed to herself.

Malfoy cracked an eye open and sighed. "Mm' come back to bed," he murmured sleepily.

"I-I really think I should go." Y/N whispered softly. Malfoy stiffened and both of his eyes snapped open. He looked a lot more alert than he had only seconds ago.

"No," he said, his voice low. "You're staying."

"But sir—,"

"It's too late for you to wander around. You're staying here."

Malfoy grabbed the hand resting near her head and laced his fingers between hers. Y/N gazed softly into his stormy eyes. "Sir..." she whispered, making him hum. She hesitated massively before asking— "This is wrong... isn't it?"

"What is?" He asked, acting clueless. Y/N looked down at their laced fingers and took her lip between her teeth. "I dunno... this."

Malfoy groaned under his breath and pulled her closer into him. "What makes you think that?"

Y/N sighed. "You're twice my age sir... and you're my teacher— and you're close friends with my dad."

"You're eighteen, sweetheart. Means you're a big girl now." Malfoy whispered, placing a sweet kiss against her hair. Y/N's stomach did at least a thousand flips. "Not to mention you're my favourite student."

When Y/N reopened her eyes, she stared anxiously at him. "But no one can find out about any of this?"

"Not until you graduate." Malfoy whispered, briefly glancing at her lips. "And even then— what is there to find out? We're just having another little... study sleepover." There was a sharp edge to his lips as he gently dragged his thumb across Y/N's cheek. "After all, our recent lessons have been quite... exhausting."

Y/N sighed deeply. Her face flushed fifty different shades of red at the mention of their more... private lessons.

"You're right."

Malfoy smiled. He continued to stroke her hair out of her face. "I know I am..."

Y/N adored him. She was so comfortable and in love with the feeling of Malfoy running his fingers through her hair. It just made her feel so... cared for. "I won't be able to sleep if you keep doing that..." She eventually murmured.

"Doing what?" Malfoy asked, pretending to be clueless despite the grin on his face. He stroked his fingers further through her hair, and bunched it in his strong fists when he got to the back of her head

Y/N gasped softly and looked up at him. Malfoy smirked through the dark and moved closer to her. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her face. "You look so pretty with my hands in your hair..."

"How?" Y/N asked gently.

"Just reminds me of something," Malfoy said, his lip curling further in on itself. The events from earlier that night flashed through Y/N's mind and she suddenly understood why he liked it so much. She flushed at the realization.