The Boy Next Dorm (drako x reader

Quite a mouthful

It is a little later. It is clear we should possibly be leaving asap. I begin to gather the valuables we have scattered around. Like my hairband. 

"so.. can I have my shirt back? I don't want to prance around shirtless like those crazy guys on the st."

oh yeah fs i tell him. But, I gasp in uttter astonishment immediately. "If you wear this, I actually have nothing to wear."

He smiles as if he was waiting for me to notices. "Draco this actually is not funy. What am I supposed to do I can't wear my dress and i sure as hell cant wear nothing."

"wdym its really flattering on you."

i groan as i look around for something to do. maybe steal the bedsheets and make a dress out of it. I am not happy at this very specific time of my life. the age of 18 is not treating me well. (a/n they aren't minors). 

he looks around as well, "hmm nothing seems to work, does it? what a shame."

i sit on the bed, resigned to my fate. I am stuck in this inn for eternity. I don't ave enough cash to stay here for many many years. 

he goes to under the bed and pulls out a brown bag. my eyebrow quirks up.

"well, I wonder whats in here." draco says, slyly. He looks in the bag. "oh how did this get in here?"

he pulls out something black from the bag, acting surpirsed. "oh wow that is rather promiscuous."

gimme.

i reach over for it, not caring what it is as long as it covers me.

he pulls it out of my reach, "don't you want to see what it is first? i for one am curious." he unfolds it and it is a black lacy tank. it will not be covering me up very much but at least the basics will be covered. 

"so you were out last night."

"i did a little shopping. however, it was dark and all the stores were closed. So i just randomly picked stuff out. I hope its your size."

"the stores were closed?"

"no comment."

I roll my eyes. "what else is there?" i ask very eager to learn. 

"hmm let us learn."

he takes out a denim skirt. very short.

"you are aware it is the middle of winter."

he shrugs "i couldnt see what i was 'buying'. I hope it fits you. i had to eyeball it."

"i thought you couldn't 'see.'"

"i also took the liberty of 'buying' you this.." he holds up a finger and reaches into the bag again. He pulls out a thick dark red velvet cloak. I melt in relief. I am so grateful. glory be.

i snatch it and run to the bathroom. I change and inspect myself. Still pantiless. 

I look very whoreish without the cloak. He managed to pick out the sluttiest outfit he could find. SOmehoe, the skirt is exactly my size. So is the tanktop. I am very surpirsed. 

He knocks on the door. I yell out hastily "dont come in i am changing."

the door swings open and he looks me over. "aw i thought you were changing."

"somehow these cothes are exactly my size."

"wow that's crazy. c'est un monde fou."

I decide to not comment. The french is getting me hot and bothered.