"You w-w-what?" Draco whispered as his face went pale.
"I- I- love you Draco Malfoy. And I always have! And I can't help it! I've tried and tried to hate you but it doesn't block the feelings I have for you. And ever since you have been hanging out...
⚠️sexual content⚠️ Again this is my first Time writing smut so I'm kinda scared. Please give me an honest opinion on it!
AN Y/n/n = your nick name
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I like listening to your jokes, And hearing the things you say, And every time you smile it takes my breath away.
I like you silver eyes, Especially when they sparkle, And they way the light up when you chuckle.
You don't know I like these things about you and it's true.
I wonder...if you think these things about her.
If you like her jokes Her smile Her eyes If... you like her.
Do you like her? Because you laugh with her, you smile with her and your eyes, those damn eyes, sparkle when you're with her.
I don't wanna know. I don't think I'd like the answer.
-k9
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Amidst the games, laughter, and the intoxicating haze of the Slytherin common room, we found ourselves embroiled in a spirited game of truth or dare. Blaise, ever the maestro of mischief, took another swig of his concoction, setting the tone for the next daring question.
"Ok.... Y/n, your turn," Blaise declared, his words a bit slurred from the delightful amalgamation of drinks. I swayed slightly, grappling with the complexities of the game, my thoughts dancing in the inebriated fog.
"Ok, umm... Draco! Dra- Draco! Umm truth or drae, dacar, dare!" I huffed out, struggling with the pronunciation, prompting chuckles from our tipsy assembly.
Draco, seemingly less inebriated but still caught in the playful embrace of the evening, nonchalantly replied, "Truth, I guess," leaning back into his chair with a smirk.
"Umm, if there was someone in here you would totally have a one night stand with, who would it be?" I posed the question, preparing his drink, fully expecting him to sidestep the inquiry.
"That's a hard one. Either you... or Theo," he responded with a smirk, sending an unexpected rush of warmth to my face. Confused by the blush that surfaced, I busied myself making his drink, contemplating the curious impact of his answer.
Downing the concoction meant for Draco and a few more for good measure, I found myself halted by an unexpected intervention. The little white ferret, Blaise, intervened with a concerned look, urging me to reconsider my alcohol intake.
"Maybe it's time you head to bed, y/n. You're gonna be sick tomorrow already, don't make it worse," he advised, guiding me back to my room and directing me to the bathroom.
Nausea struck with the subtlety of an avalanche, and I found myself surrendering to the porcelain altar, offering my libations repeatedly. Amidst the turbulent aftermath of my overindulgence, Draco held my hair back and rubbed my back in soothing circles.
