'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 34: Contraception Charm

[High School Sweethearts - Melanie Martinez]

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Sat. 30th October 1993 -  12:51am...

Taking Draco's hand, and him leading me up to his bedroom, felt more sensual than I thought it would of been.

"Father's away for the holiday, something to do with the Ministry. And mother will keep her distance now she knows you're here." He said, opening the door to his bedroom.

His room was double the size of the Slytherin dormitories in Hogwarts. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, a soft forest green rug lay upon the ebony wooden floor panels. His bed, a four poster, with a curtain to match the colour of the dark wallpaper.

His bed was bigger than the cupboard me and Harry had to share while growing up - His whole room could of housed nearly three rooms from the Dursley's, easily.

A warm fireplace sat opposite his bed, already lit. Beside it, a lounge drawing room sofa, and a small coffee table.

His whole room smelt wonderful too - An inviting rich cologne, with a hint of mint water.

I practically stare in awe. No - I am staring in awe.

He let my hand go, and I hear him roll my case over to his dresser. Walking up behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist. His lips press against my ear, "Like what you see?"

I nod, unable to stop myself from looking around his room. "Yes... It's so big-"

"Yeah?"

"Your bedroom," I quickly add, already hearing the cogs turning inside of his head, as he pressed himself up against me.

"Just my bedroom?" He teased, pressing his smirk against my skin.

Before I could reply, he spun me around; kissing me deeply. He acted like a starved man. One of his hands grasped at my hip, the other at the back of my thigh.

"Won't-" I say between hot kisses, "Your mother hear us?"

"No." He reached back, locking his bedroom door. He manoeuvred me around, and my back hit the door with a thud.

Breaking our kisses, he paused, discarding his top fast. He tossed it away somewhere in his room, picking me up against the wooden door.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, slinging my legs over his waist.

"I want to fuck you so badly. We've barely got a moments peace," He whispered to me. His hand pulled my jumper up to my chest, "Can I?"

"Yes," My own voice betrayed me, slipping out of my lips as a desperate whine rather than a simple response.

He leans back, taking my jumper off my body. He carried me over to his bed, and dropped me onto it. The mattress practically engulfed me in a gentle hug.

He stood between my legs, pushing his pyjamas bottoms down. His boxers soon followed after.

It all started to become a little fast - But I couldn't blame him, all the chaos that's occurred these past couple of weeks has pushed and pulled at us. We both deserved this, even if it was just for the night. And, I think he knew that too.