Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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He didn't show up for the next two days, until this evening but didn't utter a word to me didn't tell me to practice, didn't even come inside the cabin, he's been outside, checking around? And to keep my thoughts at bay I am baking.

But none of it seems to help because I want to go out, talk to him about whatever happened.

As I stir the batter, I glance over at him, watching as he moves around the cabin with a focused expression. The urge to be touched by him again is so strong.

Despite my attempt to distract myself with baking, my mind keeps wandering back to the memory of his touch, the memory of that wild, electric feeling between us. With each passing moment, the urge to be near him grows stronger, until it's almost unbearable.

Finally, I can't stand it any longer. I set the batter aside and walk over to the window, watching him through the glass, the darkness of the night doesn't let me know the look on his face.

Without giving myself a chance to second guess, I walk out of the cabin and approach him. His body straighten, without turning to me.

There were no words that I could say that'll explain whatever the hell was going on, I grabbed onto his arm turning him around and grabbing his neck pulling him closer, finally crashing my lips onto his.

For a moment, his body tenses at the unexpected kiss, but then he responds with a fervor that matches mine. His hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, his fingers digging into my skin as our mouths move together hungrily.

His tongue pushes between my lips, slipping past my teeth, and I respond eagerly, my body arching into his touch. I can feel his breath coming in short, shallow pants, his heart racing in time with my own.

His fingers digging into my waist, then I wince as I felt a sharp pain on my lips, and my waist, his fingers digging as if he actually drawing blood, I feel his teeth graze over my lip, I pull back immediately, not Nicolas

The man in front of me bares his fangs I panicked.

I almost stumble backwards in shock, my heart racing with fear and confusion. There stands a tall, pale figure with piercing red eyes and a sinister grin. His teeth gleam in the moonlight their sharp points seeming to grow even longer as he leers at me.

I have to get away

I turn to run but I'm caught by him pulling me closer, turning my head slightly his lips brushing over mine "I thought we were just having fun" he pressed my chest against him his fingers digging into my flesh making me wince as he tilts my head grazing it teeth over my neck.

"Please," I gasped out, my voice shaking with fear. "Please don't hurt me. Who are you?"

The man's smile widening, his grip tightening on my arm. "Call me Marcel," he said, his voice low and seductive. "And don't worry, my sweet. I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not in any way you won't enjoy..." His lips pressed against mine once more before Marcel sank his teeth into my neck, and I cried out in pain. But almost immediately I see Nicolas appearing back near the cabin. Anger flashing his eyes as he sees me.

"What the fuck" he growled, his fists clenching at his sides. "Let her go, Marcel." Nicolas stepped closer, his eyes narrowed on the man who held me captive.

But Marcel only grinned, his sharp fangs glistening with my blood. "Ah, Nicolas. How nice of you to join us," he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. "You've impeccable timing, as usual."

"Let go of her," Nicolas repeated, ignoring Marcel's taunting tone. "Now."

Marcel chuckled. "Always the hero, aren't you? But you're too late. She's already mine," he said, tightening his grip on my arm, causing me to whimper in pain.