Babygirl (SEQUEL to Fuckboy - Draco Malfoy)

23. divine.

Draco smiled lazily at the ceiling, sighing and rubbing Evan's hair between his fingertips.

"We're going to have to leave the dungeon sometime today, we're starting to look suspicious."

Draco looked over at her, tucked into his side, stark naked on top of his mattress. He released a slow breath, pretending to consider it.

"No."

Evan laughed, cuddling up closer to his side. "Christmas dinner is a sacred tradition."

"Ughhhh," Draco groaned. He rolled over, trying desperately to stay in bed. He stuffed his face into his pillow as Evan protested, gripping onto his shoulder and trying to yank him back.

"Come on, D. Please?" she cooed, muffled by the pillow that he just shoved over his entire head.

"Nuh-uh. Staying here," Draco complained. He did not not want to be around anyone else but her.

"Come have Christmas dinner with me, pretty please?"

Why did she have to ask so nicely? She had discovered his secret—that he could not deny her. She used it against him, leaning down and walking her fingers up his lower back.

"You must be hungry," Evan tempted him, pressing her cheek into the back of his bare shoulder.

"Starving," he complained into the mattress, holding the pillow firmly to the back of his head. "Not for food, though."

Evan chuckled at his flirtation. Then she sighed theatrically. "Fine. I'll just go on my own, then. I'll eat roasted duck and Christmas trifle . . . all the treacle tart. And you won't get any."

Draco got up reluctantly, pulling on his clothes.

"Good boy, come along," Evan cooed the second he was dressed, grabbing onto his hand and yanking him out of the door.

They walked side by side to the Great Hall. Draco was blushing at the sight of her. She displayed the dark hickies on her neck shamelessly, and she had a slight swell on her lips for having kissed his over and over again.

Soon, Draco was laughing as Evan grimaced, struggling to ascend the staircase. She was sore, as he knew she would be. He had literally fucked her until she couldn't walk.

"That's what you get, insatiable ass," he chuckled at her. Evan was walking up the stairs comically slow. Draco was at the top already, and she was only about halfway up them.

"Oh, I'm not nearly finished with you yet," Evan huffed as she finally reached the top step. Draco's eyes widened in lust at the carnal look on her face, the promise of more. "Don't consider this a tap-out, Malfoy."

At this, Draco took her hand and whirled them both around, dragging her back down the stairs. Fuck treacle tart, he wanted to eat her instead.

"No! Draco!" Evan protested, then started giggling, pulling back on his grip. She managed to wrench her hand out of his, then took off down the corridor in a powerwalk, wincing as she went. Draco caught up with her as they reached the entrance to the Great Hall. Evan chuckled when he appeared by her side, staring at her cheek longingly as they stepped inside.

The Great Hall looked even more festive than it had the night before. There were crackers on every table, tinsel and magical ornaments floating in the air, train tracks with real moving trains around the base of every tree, and a giant feast displayed on the tops of every table. There were several people at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, a few Gryffindors, and there were soon two Slytherins at the Slytherin table.

"Fucking asshole," Evan grumbled as Draco took his seat across from her.

"What?" he chuckled defensively, because Evan was fuming and using her torture voice.