ONE LAST CHANCE | Draco Malfoy

chapter 22

Mature content ahead...

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Later at night I sneak out of my room and go upstairs to the boys dormitories, quietly knocking at Draco's door. We didn't talk at all after dinner and he has been so absent that I want to know what's wrong.

When he doesn't open the door I open it myself and peek inside. "Draco?" It's dark in his room and I suppose he is already sleeping but then I hear the door to his bathroom open up and he steps outside. I walk in and close the door behind myself, turning on the light in his room. "Why is it that dark here?" But when I finally can see, an opened bottle of fire whiskey, which rests at Draco's night stand, catches my eye.

I look over at Draco who has nothing on but a white towel around his torso. His hair is wet and his cheeks are reddish. He just got out of the shower. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I disturbing you?"

"Not at all," Draco's words come out foggy while he walks over to his bed, sitting down. "Stay." I watch him reach over to the bottle of whiskey and a glass next to it, to pour himself some of the alcohol.

"Are you drunk?"

Draco's motions are slow as he places the bottle back onto the nightstand and starts to swallow the liquid in his glass rapidly, ignoring my question.

"Draco, are you okay?" I question him again, stepping closer to him. He looks up at me and there's nothing in his eyes but emptiness. Miles and miles of absolutely nothing.

He starts smiling up at me, reaching for me. His hands land on my hips and he pulls me closer to him, what makes me fall over a little with a gasp because I didn't expect him to do that. I steady myself with my hands on his shoulders as he leans his forehead onto my belly. "You are so beautiful, you know that?"

It's so quiet in the room for some seconds before Draco's fingers slowly lift up my shirt, exposing my thighs, which the oversized shirt was covering. I am not wearing any shorts as Draco keeps pulling on my shirt until it reaches right above my stomach. He suddenly pulls me even closer to him, pressing his lips onto the skin of the lower part of my stomach, right above my panties. A gentle moan leaves my mouth as I grip onto his hair tightly. "Draco.. what are you—"

Quickly I am being thrown over by him, as he gets on top of me. He is too heavy for me to push him off. Pinning my wrists to both sides of my head, Draco lowers his lips to mine but I turn my head away, trying to get out of his hold. "Draco, you are drunk."

"I am?" He chuckles out and I can smell the alcohol right away. I look over to the bottle of whiskey which is already half empty.

"Did you drink all this by yourself?" The worry on my face doesn't hold back as I look back at him, trying to scan his face for any helpful signals.

Draco's head slowly turns back to the bottle behind us before he starts nodding and then he looks back at me. "I think I did."

"Please get off me."

"Oh why's that— we haven't even started yet." Draco's words come out blurred because of how drunk he is.

"Draco," I try to get my arms free but he's holding way too tight onto them. "Please, I just wanted to talk to you about earlier. You just seemed so stressed at dinner. Just wanted to make sure you're alright."

Draco leans his forehead onto mine and closes his eyes. "I've missed you so much." He whispers. He's completely out of his mind. I have never seen him this drunk before.

"Draco.. what are you talking about? I was here the whole time." I whisper back, trying to get a look at him but he doesn't let go of me. Instead, he just wraps both of his arms around my neck, pulling me into a tight hug.