AROUSED; {Draco Malfoy 18+}

𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘

"I'm simply saying that as soon as we walk into that compartment, they're going to ask questions about who gave you that hickey." Hemera points out once again, laughing and poking my neck where the hickey is. "Or you can tell me who it was, and I'll tell them to shove off, being the good friend that I am."

"They won't care," I snort as I push her arm away from my neck. "And oh gee, thank you Hemera, you're always so charming."

I roll my eyes sarcastically because she wouldn't tell them to shove off, even if I did tell her. Hemera wants to know the name as much as they will.

We turn the corner and enter the compartment and Blaise immediately begins to laugh when he sees the huge hickey on my neck. Glad I can always count on Blaise to be subtle.

"Curling iron burn you this morning?" He laughs a little too much at his joke, slapping his knee as we throw our trunks on the top plates. "Or let me guess, a mosquito bite?"

Hemera laughs with him as she sits across from him by the window, both of them turning anxiously toward me. They have those wide eyes on their faces, waiting for an answer, but they would do too much when and if I tell them.

I ignore them and laugh sarcastically at Blaise's stupid joke as I throw myself tired between Pansy and Hemera. I've always hated getting up so early to catch the train, especially living in a Muggle area, it's harder to get to the platform. It's tiring, to say the least.

Still ignoring the looks, I open the book on my knees raised to my chest, taking a deep sigh as I start to read so I can get through the long train journey; which always results in Draco giving me crap or annoying Hemera with his disgusting talks about sex with girls.

Speaking of the devil, I wonder where he is. He's never late.

"So, are you going to tell us who it was?" Blaise asks, pushing my book down with his finger and smiling at me. "Please!"

I suppose I should say it now, or I will never hear the end of their begging and snarky comments.

"Fred Weasley." I smile as I slam the book shut. "Very good in bed I must say."

"You shouldn't brag about being such a slut." Interrupts a deep, emotionless voice, I need not identify.

I know who it is.

I turn around with anger on my face and see Draco standing at the entrance of the compartment, dressed in his black suit as usual. He tosses his trunk on the wooden slab above Blaise's head before he casually throws himself on the seat next to Blaise. I feel uncomfortable as he's scolding me with a look of disgust on his face.

Of course, some things never change.

"Fine." I give him a sarcastic smile and lean back in my seat without breaking eye contact. "It does take one to know after all."

He rolls his eyes and ignores me, reaching into his school bag and taking out a medium-sized, glass bottle of Fire Whiskey. He gives the bottle a swirl, mixing the liquid inside to make the taste stronger, before taking a sip and handing it to Blaise.

I can't say I'm worried, but it's eleven o'clock in the morning and he's got half a finished bottle of liqueur with him and he looks awful. Does this mean he's been drinking since before he even got here?

"Say Malfoy, who in this compartment would you want to shag?" asks Blaise, handing Hemera an almost empty bottle.

Draco smiles at Pansy and slides his hand on her thigh, but she pushes his hand away with a scoff. She's too busy practicing spells in her seat to pay attention to Draco's idiocy, let alone flame his ego.