Rival texting D.M

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I close the door into the summerhouse, dressed in the same outfit as before but now a warm jacket and shoes, holding a big bottle of vodka in my hands. The bottle was unopened until I read the note, and I had to take at least four shots to freak out less. I watch the beach; it's fucking cold outside, so wearing this jacket is the best decision I have ever made. Walking down to the beach? Probably my worst.

"Well, well, you came." He holds up his bottle, not even close to being full, which meant he already had a few shots too. Looking at him, I can tell he has.

"I'm only here because I want to see the fireworks, and I had already planned to-"

"Just sit down and enjoy the show, will you?" He inspects me with his gaze again, like he has the whole night. Beginning by my legs, then up... God damn, I haven't had sex in so long. Am I a sex addict? I sit down beside him, looking out of the ocean, not meeting his gaze.

"You know... I'm trying to be a bit nice. Only for a night."

"Yeah, you already told me about your deal with Theo. But I won't be a part of it. I'm not doing anything I wouldn't usually do." He smiles, nodding slowly before taking a sip.

"You know, it's your fault we are here, right? If you weren't a bitch, we could have been out having fun right now."

"Aww, I'm sorry you aren't out whoring around fucking up girls' lives the way you are best at." He stares at me, glaring. That's the Draco I want, not the nice fake one he has been the whole night. I want the fire, the cold one.

"You are a bitch, Violet," I take a big shot, seeing him do the same.

"And whoring around? Aren't you the one fucking your best friend like a fucking slut? Or cant you find someone else who wants you?" I almost spit out the drink in my mouth; I see fucking fire. He did not just say that.

"Excuse me, Mr I need to fuck every single walking thing in this world."

"I didn't fuck you? But you aren't human, so-"

"Well, I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last thing in the world."

"I'm not a thing; I'm brilliant." I roll my eyes.

"I'm so fucking done with you. I can't wait to go home and-"

"And continue being a bitch and whore around a while-"

"Shut the fuck up."

"You can shut the fuck up? You cant even try being nice around our parents. Oh, mafia here, mafia there, you aren't dead? I dont see a fucking problem? You know what? I should leave you alone that night; let you see what would have happened when you opened your legs for a stranger who-"

"Oh, so now I'm a whore who opens my leg for everyone? Talk to me when you stop putting your dick into every girl at school. Did daddy teach you that?" Something in his gaze changes, and he glares at me from top to toe.

"Shut the fuck up." I smirk, knowing that got to him. Never compare Draco to his father, well, oops.

"Make me," he turns quiet, inspecting me with his eyes, them being glued to my face and then my lips.

"Fuck this," he grabs my arms, almost like he would throw me away. Make into the water and leave me to die, but instead, he brings them together, holding me tight and kissing me. His lips meet mine in a second I can't even think about what's going on, but he doesn't stop there. He brings me closer to him, close enough for me to sit on his lap. I feel my heart beat faster, not reacting to the kiss in a single way. I dont kiss him back; I dont push him away. My body's reaction is something I never thought I would feel for him. My core aches, my stomach feels like ugly butterflies, and I like it. Maybe I am addicted to the feeling of another man's touch; at this point, I would rather be a sex addict than be attracted to Malfoy. He pushes away, staring down at me nervously.