Stockholm Syndrome (Draco X Reader)

9. Girlfriend?

The room greeted me with a subdued ambiance, devoid of the usual golden hues that accompanied a sunlit morning. The gentle patter of raindrops against the windowpane serenaded the awakening world, a stark contrast to the tempestuous downpour of the previous night. Each droplet echoed softly, an understated melody that hinted at the rain's diminished fervor.

As I gradually surfaced from the depths of slumber, the remnants of dreams slowly dissipated into the quiet reality of the rainy morning. The subdued rhythm of the rain served as a gentle alarm, pulling me from the embrace of sleep.

Last night's storm had rattled the windows and roof, a symphony of thunder and torrents that now gave way to a more tranquil, intermittent drizzle. The air, though still damp, carried a different tone - a calmer, more tempered cadence in the rainfall that painted a softer backdrop against the windowpane.

The room seemed to hold onto the chill brought in by the rain, despite the protective shield of blankets cocooning me. Yet, it was the warmth of Draco's presence that called out to me at this moment.

With cautious movements, I inched closer to him, drawn irresistibly to the comforting heat emanating from his slumbering form.

Draco lay peacefully, lost in the depths of sleep, unaware of my silent endeavor to seek refuge in his arms. With tender care, I nestled closer, feeling the heat of his body seep into mine, offering respite from the coldness that lingered in the room.

In the quiet sanctuary of Draco's embrace, I admired the serene perfection of his slumbering form. His features, softened by sleep, revealed a captivating beauty that I couldn't help but admire...A symmetrical face, a testament to effortless attractiveness, adorned by flawlessly smooth skin. His nose, a subtle contour that harmonized flawlessly with the rest of his features, added to the allure of his appearance. As his lips parted gently, a subtle invitation for a stolen kiss, I couldn't help but notice the tranquility that radiated from his relaxed expression. His bare chest rose and fell rhythmically, a testament to his undisturbed rest, each breath a silent symphony in the peacefulness of the moment.

"Your lips are so kissable," I murmured, my fingertips grazing his lips tenderly.

With a gentle brush of my fingertips against his lips, a vivid memory of our fiery kiss from the previous night instantly surged into my mind. The image flooded my thoughts, painting my cheeks with a rosy hue as a rush of joy and a delightful tingling sensation swept through me.

The recollection was like a vivid painting, each moment replaying itself with vividly the warmth of his embrace, the softness of his lips, and the electric thrill that lingered long after our lips parted.

I shifted my position, nestling closer to him, my head finding solace on his pillow. A soft smile graced my lips as I stole a gentle kiss from his, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

Draco responded with a subdued murmur, a sound tinged with both sleep-induced irritation and an underlying affection that I couldn't ignore. His slight movement hinted at a subtle annoyance at the disturbance, yet his embrace tightened around me, pulling me closer to his warmth.

My playful chuckle echoed softly in the tranquil room and resonated as I stole yet another kiss from his slumbering lips.

Draco remained peacefully still, prompting me to take the liberty to explore beyond just his lips.

With a mischievous yet affectionate smile, I continued to shower him with gentle kisses. Starting from his mouth, I traced a delicate path along his chin, trailing my lips along the strong line of his jaw. Each tender touch lingered, a testament to my deep affection for him.