𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 (READ DISC)

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Everything is prepared for the party. I got plenty of drinks, made lots of food, and now all I have to get is my dress from Draco.

Knowing Draco it'll probably be the sluttiest dress I've ever laid my eyes on. I'm not too happy about that because Draco invited everyone from Slytherin house that was in our year. Which includes my friends. I guess it's like a little reunion after two years out of school.

I walk upstairs to his bedroom and knock on the door before heading in. His back is turned away from me.

"You said you had a dress for me?" I question.

He turns around to face me, and I hate to admit that he looks good. A black long sleeve button down shirt, with black dress pants and a belt. His hair has gel in it, I can tell. But not too much, it's almost perfectly messy.

He opens his wardrobe and pulls out the dress for me on a hanger. Looks slutty. Typical.

He shoves it towards me and I take it from him. "Go put it on." He points to his bathroom.

I proceed to his bathroom, closing the door behind me. The smell of his cologne hitting me strongly. He must've put it on in here.

I take another long glance at the dress in my hands, then throw my head back in agony.

There's one thing I notice immediately after putting it on. My cleavage.

And once again, I know he did that on purpose.

It's a short and tight black dress, my back is pretty exposed, and so is my chest. Very obviously.

I emerge from the bathroom shyly as his eyes scan my body. They stop right at my cleavage. Not surprised in the slightest.

He keeps his eyes on me for as long as I can while he grabs something else from the wardrobe.

He places a pair of black stilettos on the floor in front of me. I step into them and they fit perfectly.

I stand in front of him waiting for any critiques. Of course he has something to say.

"Do something with your hair, why don't you?"

He yanks the hair tie out of my hair and tosses it onto the floor. My hair falls over my shoulders.

I curl my hair everyday for work, but it ends up getting pulled back anyways. But now I guess it's coming in handy.

I guess you could be call my hair a dark dirty blonde. It's long and thick and it feels so good to let it down.

He looks at it. "That looks fine." He says impassively. "You look fine."

He rolls his eyes for whatever reason. I never understand him. I just decide to be done with this.

I leave his room, feeling just a little foolish.

I don't know what it is, but it might be the fact that I'm dressed all slutty and my friends are going to know I'm dressing this way for him.

People will be here any minute. I should probably prepare for this whole house to be full.