The Boy Next Dorm (drako x reader

sweet

Lying on the bed, I have signed my soul away to skip class. I nuzzle into his shoulder and look up at him, "sooooo..... what are we gonna doooo?"

he stoicly takes a drag of his cigarette. 

"i DID agree to skip with u and it better be worth it. what do u usually do, besides praying."

"besides praying" he raises an eyebrow.. "not much, I'm afraid. Wake up, pray, smoke, repeat."

"aw man!"

a mischievous smile lights up his face. "how about you get dressed and we go out."

"out? out where? ughhh you nvr tell me nuffink."

"have you not learned to just trust me? when have i ever took you out and disappointed you?"

i scratch my head, then my chin. he brings up a good point. 

"what shud i wear."

"surprise me."

"okie, i'll be 'right' back."

i head on over to my dorm. i want to look good for mah man. i want him to see me and drop his jaw and his pants. 

first, i put on some music to get ready with. then, i go to pansy's closet. i loove her 'fits. i pick out a mini skirt of denim ilk. i pair it with some sheer thigh highs with lace at the top. The lace is covered by my skirt, but just knowing they are there gives me a sense of slut.  then, from my own closet, i pick out a lace tank top. 

i brush my long and silky hair and apply some makeup, a little smoky eye the way pansy taught me, and dark red lipstick. 

i think abt grabbing a jacket, but think "nah," the weather had been not that bad lately and if we are going somewhere indoors, i do not want to sport a jacket around. 

i pack a little leather purse for my lipstick, a pen (you never know when you need a pen), an embroidered handkerchief with my inititals (YIMED), perfume, my little digital camera that i have not yet used this year, and a pocket knife (for the bullies).

I swing the purse over my shoulder and feel good. I put on my worn mary jane shoes that have block heels. They were my mother's. She's a bitch, but a stylish one. 

I have a pep in my step as i walk to his dorm. When I get there, i find he is also stylish. He is wearing a black button up with a few of the buttons unbuttoned. It is a little loose on him and he has tucked it into black trousers. 

He is rolling up his sleeves when i clear my throat to let him know of my arrival. he looks up from his work and i do a little twirl. I feel satisfied with my look and i an imagine that he will be too. He whistles appreciatively and walks toward me. He grazes his hands over my sides, coming to a rest on my hips and snaking to my waist. 

"Looking sharp, Darkwater."

"Did I surprise you?"

"Aghast."

"Terror or amazement?"

"A bit of both."

"Ok perf." I walk around his room a little again, too adrenaline fueled. I walk to the bathroom mirror and fix my hair, like a vain little bitch. 

I look back and see Draco put on some cologne. "Not dressed for the weather, I see?"

i scoff and roll my eyes. "I won't be cold."

"Whatever you say," he says shaking his head and smiling a little. Before we leave, he goes to his closet and pulls out two jackets. he holds one out to me. It is a worn and big, black leather jacket.