"Listen, I like the ring. But I still fucking hate her."
Draco chuckled, walking side by side with Evan back up to the castle.
"That's fair," he said, because she was talking about Pansy.
"Well, I don't know if I hate her."
"I fucking hate her."
It was their last day alone together, and Draco was pissed.
Not pissed, exactly. But he was dreading tomorrow, because all of their friends wouldn't be returning to the castle. He would have to pretend to hate Evan, he would have to explain what happened with Lucius Malfoy to Theo and Blaise, and he wouldn't be able to sleep next to her anymore.
Evan had made him quite spoiled, that Christmas.
They stepped in through the portrait hole, having just taken a walk around the grounds. They went back inside when it started to get dark out, and now Draco was looking to take her straight to bed.
Evan walked down the stairs to the girls' dorms. Draco followed her in, sitting down on the edge of her bed. For a moment, they were still talking, soon kissing and, Draco thought, about to cuddle up underneath her blanket.
"Draco . . ." she said cautiously, leaning back.
"Hm?" Draco asked in confusion, kissing her forehead. He kissed her cheek, the corner of her mouth. He started to lift her blanket, ready to settle underneath it.
"Don't . . . be . . . mad . . ." she said slowly, and Draco caught on.
"Oh dear god," he said, leaning back in horror.
"With everyone coming back tomorrow—"
He stood up off of the bed and looked down at her in open outrage.
"You're kicking me out of your bed?"
Evan gave him a frown. "They're going to be back first thing in the morning, D," she said.
Draco scowled at Evan as she stood, walking o ee to him and laying her hands to rest on the back of his neck. Then she was chuckling at him.
"Draco, your anger is fucking cute."
"Oh, come off it," Draco snapped, but he was pursing his lips.
"Don't pout," she said with a smirk.
"I'll pout if I wanna pout."
Evan was not backing down, unfortunately. Draco looked at her bed, and old habits returned. Suddenly, he was stealing pillows again.
He lunged and swiped it from her bed, holding it to his chest. "Fine. But I'm taking your pillow."
"What?" Evan asked, giving Draco that face she made when she was making fun of him in her head. "Why?"
"Smells like you," Draco said, narrowing his eyes at her. "Fuck off."
Evan smirked at this, then gave him a sweet kiss.
"Go to bed."
Draco obeyed, grumbling the entire way back to his dormitory, her pillow still pressed to his chest.
- - -
"Wha'?" Crabbe asked in confusion. Draco fumed, as the motherfucker's head was filled with sawdust.
"I was here," Draco said again.
"But why weren't you on the train?"
"For the love of—! Because I was here, Crabbe," he said heatedly.
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Babygirl (SEQUEL to Fuckboy - Draco Malfoy)
Fanfiction"Fuck, Evan," Draco groaned, tilting his head back. He looked back down at her, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips to her fingers. She was playing with herself with renewed enthusiasm, her face screwed up as she laid, splayed before him, on...
