Royalty at Hogwarts- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 92

A/N- Mature sexual content ahead. Sorry this one is so long. :) 

Madeline knocked on Draco's dorm room door later that night, he had been released from the hospital wing after her last class had ended, and she had rushed over to see him. Draco opened the door, a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was still dripping wet, water was sliding down his body, Madeline felt a blush creeping up her face.

"Come in," Draco said, opening the door wider. Madeline walked in and she sat down on his bed.

"I needed to take a shower, I felt disgusting. It took forever to get all the blood off my body." Draco said, shutting the door behind her. 

"Yeah, I took a long shower too." She whispered, Draco went to his dresser, and pulled out a pair of black pajama trousers, and a white T-shirt. He changed into his clothes as Madeline stare shamelessly. She noticed that Draco now had several scars across his torso from where Potter's curse had cut him.

"You have scars." 

"Madam Pomfrey said since I didn't get to take dittany, until after I woke up this morning. So, I get more scars. I'm lucky there not on my face, plus there not as bad as the ones of my back." Draco shrugged.

"Draco, I have a question for you," Madeline said,

"You want to borrow another shirt to sleep in?" Draco asked, 

"Well...yes but not just that. I have another question." She said, Draco took out a spare shirt for her. She took it from him, but she didn't change just yet, she laid it on the bed, her eyes on Draco the whole time.

"What is it?" Draco sat down on the bed, resting against his bed's headboard. 

"When...when we were in the bathroom...you said," Madeline pursed her lips, she was struggling to ask the question that had been on her mind all day.

"You said that someone was going to kill you...you said that someone was never going to forgive you, that they were going to hate you forever. That you couldn't do something. Can you just...explain to me what you were talking about? It's been on my mind all day. All I can think about is if you're okay." She breathed, Draco ran his tongue across his teeth, trying to think of what to say.

"I was talking about...my dad."

"Your dad?" Draco nodded, looking at his hands, he looked at his left arm, rubbing his thumb over where his scar was. The scar that he was hiding with a simple vanishing spell before Madeline came, and just so he could pretend for a little bit at least, that he wasn't a death eater, and had the task to kill Dumbledore.

"He sent a letter that day, asking me to find and join you know who or he'd try and kill me." Draco said, Madeline tilted her head at him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"But...isn't your dad in Azkaban?" She asked, Draco tried not to smack himself over the head.

"Yeah...I'm not sure how he got it to me." 

"Oh well, what are you going to do?"

"Ignore him, he's in Azkaban, and I'm in Hogwarts. There's no way he'll get me." Draco said, but he cleared his throat, and grabbed Madeline's hand.

"But I don't want to talk about this anymore." I don't want to lie anymore. 

"I've missed you." 

"I'm right here." Madeline said, but Draco shook his head.

"That's not what I mean." He leaned in, giving Madeline a slow sweet kiss. It made Madeline melt, there conversation starting to slip from her mind, as his hand creased her cheek. Her arm went around his neck, and Draco scooted closer to her until chest was touching his, he grabbed her waist, and put her on his lap, her thighs on each side of him.