Fan Fiction - Oneshot Smuts

Draco Malfoy - Rivals

(WARNING: READ BEFORE CONTINUING.
This chapter contains graphic language and themes.
Degradation, slight bondage, slight knife play and edging are featured once or more times throughout the following passage. If any of these topics concern you please skip this chapter. Otherwise, enjoy!)

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~~~Y/N POV~~~

I sat in my alchemy class, staring forward at the green-shaded stained glass windows, that shown out to the murky green water.

I was jolted out of my daze as I felt something hit my back.

Quiet laughter erupted behind me as I peered back at the table behind me.

"Draco.. I swear to fucking," "Y/n!" I was cut off, my attention turning back to the front of the class.

"Care to repeat that to the class?" The professor asked me.

I began to argue back reasoning for the outburst. "But Draco just threw something at me!"  

"She's full of shit, professor. I did nothing of the sort," he retorted.

"Silence, both of you. I'll see you both in detention after class."

I fell back in my seat, crossing my arms, as Draco scoffed.

~~~TIME SKIP~~~

The bell finally rang to escape this hell hole and I quickly stood up and grabbed my books before I heard the professor clear her throat.

"Damn it," I said under my breath.

I sat my books on the desk and plopped back into my seat as I waited for instructions.

"Draco, sit beside Y/n," she demanded.

He slowly walked to the seat next to me before planting himself in it.

"We're top of the class, there's no work for us to catch up on," I blurted out, clearly annoyed.

"Well then you'll sit here until you two can get along," she replied.

With that she left and locked the door from the outside.

I tapped my fingers on my desk and sighed, preparing for the next hour and a half to be dead silent.

Draco put his hand on top of mine, causing me to look up at him.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"You're being annoying," he replied.

"How?" I asked once again.

"Tapping your fingers, it's annoying," he stated.

"Deal with it," I said snatching my hand away and tapping my fingers again.

He grabbed my hand once again, so I began tapping my foot.

He grabbed my thigh harshly, forcing me to stop in awe.

"Excuse you," I said, attempting to push his hand off of my leg, but to no avail.

"Or what?" He asked.

"Or I'll tell the profess-," I was cut off by him grabbing my throat harshly, "You're such a little brat," he said before forcefully kissing me.

My eyes widened before I ultimately gave into the kiss.

He pulled me onto his lap and pressed me into him.

I gasped slightly feeling his already-erect dick through his clothes.