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draco malfoy: with them while you're drunk

you whine a bit as you look at him.

after hearing your whine, he chuckles and asks, "what's wrong?" with a small smirk, almost finding your drunken whining slightly adorable.

"i'm broke," you say.

at your sudden, random statement, he doesn't know exactly how to respond but can't help but chuckle at the unexpectedness. "broke? in what sense?" he asks curiously, looking at you with a small smirk.

"no money..." you say.

now, he begins to understand a bit more about your statement and chuckles again. "well, i'm certainly not short on that..." he says.

"yeah, but i am..." you say.

his smirk grows a bit wider at this comment as he proceeds to speak to you. "maybe i could... help you out with your issue..." he suggests in a slightly teasing manner.

"no," you say.

he laughs softly at your rejection, finding your refusal adorable and wanting to mess with you a bit. "no? why not?" he asks teasingly.

"because you're my boyfriend, not my provider or whatever..." you say.

he chuckles quietly again, finding it endearing that even in your drunken state, you refuse to take money from him. "and what's wrong with being both?" he asks with a mischievous smirk.

"no, because i want your love, not your money," you say.

he can't help but chuckle softly at your statement as he then proceeds to speak. "and who said i couldn't give you both?" he asks with a smirk.

you shake your head.

this causes him to chuckle once more at your denial of his offer. "no?" he asks.

"noo..." you say.

he laughs quietly again, always admiring how stubborn you are, even when drunk. "fine... so, you want my love, huh?" he asks with a slight smirk.

"yes," you say.

as you confirm his question, he can't help but chuckle a bit as he leans down closer to you, getting in closer before speaking. "and how do i provide this love for my drunken beauty?" he asks, leaning in closely, speaking gently, still smirking slightly.

"make love to me- wait no, i mean just love me..." you say.

he laughs along with you, amused at your giggling, before feeling your arms wrap around him. he chuckles a bit, then wraps his own arms around you gently. "i love you..." he says gently as he pulls you close to himself.

"no you don't..." you slur.

as you make your drunken denial, he chuckles softly and responds as he holds you close. "and why's that?" he asks softly with a small smirk, not offended by your comment. "you sure about that?" he asks with an amused smirk as he pulls you closer to himself gently.