Draco x Y/N One Shots

Fucking Weasley (Smut)

It all started in the Slytherin common room.

Maybe it was the shorts you were wearing, or the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. Either way, the way your body moved to set off a tick in Draco.

You were surrounded by Hermione, Ginny, and Angelina. All three hyped you up as the music played and suddenly the beat dropped. You had requested that the twins play some of your favorite muggle music, and they all but happily obliged. Seeing that Fred was entranced by you before Draco quickly made you his, he wanted nothing more than to see you dance.

You knew from the beat drop; that you would be in trouble.

'Cash Money Records takin' over for the '99 and 2000'

Before the rest of the song could play, you hiked up your shorts and bent over slightly. Placing your hands on your knees, you began to move in rhythm with the beat.

Both Ginny and Angelina began throwing their hands in the air. However, Hermione knew that what you were doing was dangerous. Hermione glanced over nervously at the couch that both Draco and Blaise occupied, noticing that they were too busy trying to keep Pansy away from them as she struggled to find the beat.

"Hey, maybe you should stop." Hermione pleaded as she tried to get your attention, as Draco's face was fuming at the sight.

You were far too gone into the music to hear her. Then there was a presence behind you. It was Fred Weasley himself.

The both of you knew about his obvious crush on you, however, he respected your relationship. Even if he didn't understand it, he would never try anything to separate the two of you.

What Draco saw next made him push himself off the couch with the force of an absolutely pissed-off boyfriend.

You were throwing it back on Fred, as he playfully laughed behind you.

Your hips were moving faster and swirling to the song and there was suddenly a swift silence from the cheering and laughter of your friends. A cold, pale hand had wrapped itself around your arm and yanked you towards it.

"We're leaving. Now." Draco growled.

Keeping true to his statement, he pulled you away from your friends whose faces had fear written all over them. Surprisingly, even though he was upset, he never squeezed too hard to hurt you.

As soon as he made it to his dorm, he slammed the door and placed a wandless spell over the door to make it sealed shut from the outside.

"Why the FUCK did you do that?" You yelled at him, yanking yourself free from his grasp.

However, you immediately regretted your actions as he pushed you up against the door and trapped your head in between his arms. The expensive fabric from his black suit rubbed up against your exposed cleavage from the low-cut black shirt you were wearing.

"Why I did that?" Draco retorted. "You wear those shorts; with half of the ass I own hanging out."

You shivered as you felt him lean in closer to your ear, his breath tickling your neck.

"You danced out there in public in a way you should only be dancing for me. With a Weasley at that." He snarled.

In a moment of tenderness, he pushed your curls out of your face and kissed the space right below your ear.

"You forgot who owns your ass."

He pulled away ever so slightly and dropped his hands from either side of you.

"I'm going to remind you."

Without a second thought, he grabbed your waist and legs slamming you onto the bed, you laid down on your back, and your breathing escalated with anticipation. Draco climbed on top of you, kissing you with pure lust. This was not a time for lovemaking, but a time to be completely ravished. He yanked down your black spandex shorts and found that you weren't wearing any panties underneath.