Seven Minutes in Heaven (with the Harry Potter Boys)

Draco Malfoy

You reached into the bag, feeling around for an object. The bag was filled with an assortment of items, each one a clue to who you might be paired with. Your fingers brushed against something soft, then something round, and finally, something cold and metallic. Curiosity piqued, you wrapped your fingers around the object and pulled it out, holding it up to the light.

It was a sleek, silver Slytherin pin, polished to a high shine, with the serpent emblem intricately detailed. The pin felt heavy in your hand, a stark contrast to the light fabric of the bag. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized who it belonged to: Draco Malfoy. Known for his cool demeanor and sharp tongue, Draco was as notorious as he was captivating. His presence always seemed to command the room, and tonight was no exception.

Draco's eyes gleamed with amusement as he sauntered over, every step exuding confidence. His platinum blond hair was impeccably styled, and his robes, perfectly tailored, accentuated his lean, athletic build. The subtle smirk on his lips grew wider as he approached, his signature arrogance on full display. He looked every bit the Slytherin prince he was known to be.

"Looks like it's you and me this time," he drawled, his voice low and seductive. His tone held a mixture of mockery and genuine interest, making your heart beat faster. His piercing grey eyes locked onto yours, and you felt a shiver run down your spine, not entirely unpleasant.

Draco's gaze dropped momentarily to the pin in your hand before returning to your eyes, a knowing look passing between you. He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours as he took the pin from your grasp. The brief contact sent a jolt of electricity through you, heightening the anticipation of what was to come.

With a graceful motion, Draco pinned the Slytherin emblem back onto his robes, the silver catching the light and adding to his already magnetic presence. He leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Shall we?"

His voice, a smooth blend of silk and steel, sent another shiver down your spine. You nodded, swallowing hard as you tried to compose yourself. As you both stepped into the closet, the door clicked shut behind you, plunging you into a dim, intimate darkness.

Draco leaned against the wall, his piercing grey eyes fixed on you. "So, what shall we do with our seven minutes?" he asked, his tone suggestive.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you tried to maintain your composure. "We could talk," you suggested, though your voice wavered slightly.

Draco chuckled, the sound deep and throaty. "Talking's overrated," he said, taking a step closer to you. "I can think of much better ways to spend our time."

Before you could respond, Draco closed the distance between you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer. His lips hovered just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin. "Unless, of course, you have any objections?" he whispered, his voice sending another shiver through you.

You shook your head, your pulse quickening as Draco's lips finally met yours. The kiss was intense, his lips moving with a hunger that took your breath away. His hands roamed your body, exploring the curves and contours with a confidence that left you dizzy.

Draco deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing your lips before slipping inside to tangle with yours. You couldn't help but respond, your own hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt. The heat between you was undeniable, and the small space of the closet only added to the intensity of the moment.

As his hands slid lower, skimming the hem of your skirt, you let out a soft moan, lost in the sensation. Draco pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "You're something else," he murmured, his voice husky. "I've wanted to do this for a while."

You couldn't help but smile, your own desire mirrored in his gaze. "Me too," you admitted breathlessly.

Draco's lips were on yours again in an instant, the kiss even more passionate than before. His hands continued their exploration, pushing boundaries but always careful, always watching for your response.

Just as things were heating up, the timer rang, signaling the end of your seven minutes. You both pulled back, breathing hard and looking at each other with a mixture of frustration and satisfaction.

"Guess our time's up," Draco said, his voice tinged with regret. "But we don't have to stop here."

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "I'd like that."

As you both stepped out of the closet, the other students greeted you with knowing looks and whispers, but you didn't care. Draco stayed close to you, his hand lingering on your back as you rejoined the group. The buzz of the party continued around you, but your attention was solely focused on the boy by your side.

Draco leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice low and inviting. "I know a place where we can have some privacy."

A thrill of excitement coursed through you as you nodded in agreement. Without wasting a moment, Draco took your hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and led you out of the Room of Requirement. The two of you navigated the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts with ease, Draco clearly knowing the castle's secret paths and hidden corners well.

You followed him up a narrow staircase and down a winding hallway until you reached a secluded alcove behind a tapestry of a rather eccentric-looking wizard. Draco pulled the tapestry aside, revealing a small door. He opened it and guided you into a cozy, hidden room you had never seen before.

The room was dimly lit by a few flickering candles, casting a warm, inviting glow. It was furnished with a plush, oversized armchair and a small, ornate table. The air was filled with the faint scent of vanilla and sandalwood, creating an intimate atmosphere.

Draco closed the door behind you, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. He turned to you, his eyes smoldering with intensity. "I've wanted to be alone with you for a while," he confessed, his voice a seductive whisper.

You felt your cheeks flush at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. "Me too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Draco stepped closer, his hands finding their way to your waist once more. He pulled you gently against him, his lips seeking yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. The world outside ceased to exist as you melted into his embrace, the sensation of his touch sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that mirrored your own. Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. Draco's hands roamed your back, pulling you even closer as the intensity of the kiss grew.

Breaking the kiss, Draco's lips trailed down your neck, planting soft, tantalizing kisses along your skin. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his exploration.

His hands slid lower, finding the hem of your skirt and lifting it slightly as he teased the sensitive skin of your thighs. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat. "Yes," you whispered, your voice filled with anticipation.

Draco's hands moved with confidence, caressing and exploring as he pushed the boundaries further, always attentive to your reactions. The sensations he elicited were intoxicating, leaving you craving more.

As the moments passed, you lost yourself in the pleasure of his touch, the world outside fading into oblivion. Draco's intensity, his passion, and his desire were overwhelming, yet you couldn't get enough. The connection between you was electric, each touch, each kiss igniting a fire within you.

Eventually, the need for air became too great, and Draco pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath. His eyes, dark with desire, locked onto yours. "I don't want this to end," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and determination.

You smiled, your heart full of the same emotions. "It doesn't have to," you replied softly, knowing that this was just the beginning of something incredible.