scenarios -Draco Malfoy Oneshots

the common room (smut)

TW: smut, very fast paced

My fist meets the wood as I knock on the door Snape sent me to. I hear footsteps and the door opens, revealing a tall blonde boy. Malfoy. I don't know much about him, this is my first year being a prefect, but from what I've seen, he's quite annoying.

"What do you want?" His eyes scan my figure and he raises an eyebrow in annoyance.

"Snape sent me. Half the prefects are in the infirmary, sick. We have to watch the common room for them." He groans and grabs something before exiting his room. I follow behind him, entering the empty common room.

"We only have to stay down here until 11..." I peer up at the clock on the wall, "it's 9:30 now." Shit.

I have to spend an hour and a half alone with this guy and the only thing I know about him is that he's annoying. Not how I wanted to spend my evening, to say the least.

"Great." he mumbles "How is it possible that everyone is sick now?"

"I suppose it's spreading around the dormitories," I sigh and sit on the sofa, pulling my legs up on the cushion. I set my book in my lap then look up at the tall boy in front of me, "Not our problem..."

He sits on the other end of the couch. I do my best to ignore his presence. If I read it'll go by faster. I just hope he isn't one for small talk.

"So... What's your name?"

Great. Here we go.

"Why do you want to know?" I raise an eyebrow, teasingly, "Don't tell me you fancy me, Malfoy." He rolls his eyes, and I know my attempt to annoy him worked. I try my best to hide my smirk, but I'm sure he can see it. My poker face could definitely use some work.

"Oh, don't let it go to your head now, it's only a question. If we're stuck down here, I'd like to know who you are rather than sitting in silence. I reckon it won't be too quiet after long based on your attitude." He smirks as if he's won, only pushing me further.

"It's ophelia ..." I pause and give him a seductive smile, "Don't let it go to your head, I prefer the silence."

His whole demeanor seems to change, something darkens, different but I can't quite figure out what it is. "That's a shame ophelia," He scoots closer to me, grabbing my chin so I have nowhere to look but his gray eyes. Butterflies immediately fill my stomach and before I can speak he adds, "We could've had so much fun"

He's close enough now that he's speaking into the crook of my neck, his hand holding my chin. His breath on my neck sends shivers through my body that cause a familiar throbbing to grow between my legs. I place my hand on his chest and push him away from me, trying my best to hide the blush that's spreading across my face.

"Ah-ah," I keep my tone flirty, holding what he wants just out of reach. Something about teasing him makes me feel powerful. The way his jaw clenches as I create distance between us shows how much he wants it. He just has to wait until I decide whether I should give it to him or not. "That's not silence."