'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 55: Muffled Moans

[Into it - Chase Atlantic]

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4th Year
Sun. 20th November 1994 - 7:18pm...

Adjusting the strap of my bra, the door to my dormitory flung open. I call out in surprise, grabbing the nearest item to cover my body, which was my towel.

Draco strolled in, closing the door behind him.

Lowering my arms, I groan. "Does being my boyfriend also entail you won't knock anymore?"

"Yeah," His eyes drift over to the outfit I had picked out, sprawled across my bed.

He sat on the edge of the mattress, "Besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before, Love."

I scoff, tossing the towel towards his face.

He caught it, throwing it down into the laundry basket.

Looking in the mirror, I return to fixing the position of my chest. Occasionally, I spot his eyes wander over me, soften every so often.

"Why aren't you ready yet anyways?" He asked, chewing on his lip.

"...every bra I've tried on feels uncomfortable now. This one's alright, I suppose." I spun around on my heels, "Be honest, do they-"

"Oh yeah."

"Draco, I didn't even ask the question-"

"You didn't have to. I've noticed." His tongue ran along his teeth, and he chuckled. "I'll take you shopping for some new bras. I don't want you feeling uncomfortable during the Yule."

Walking over to him, he guides me to stand between his legs. "Maybe we should just stay in your dormitory for the night?" His fingers snap the material of my panties against my skin. "Hm?"

He peppered light kisses over my thighs, his lips stopped by the dips of my hips.

"No. You promised me we'd do some stargazing, and that's exactly what we're going to do." I reach for my top, and he tossed me down onto the sheets.

Giggling, I feel his lips leaving a trail of kisses in his wake down my neck. "Draco."

He didn't answer me, groaning against my shoulder. The cold temperature of his rings sent a chill through my body, his hands tightening on my thighs.

His hand slipped under my back, fiddling with the thin clasp of my bra.

I take ahold of his arm, pushing it away. "Control yourself," I say with a soft smile.

"Fuck, Jane. You know I can't do that." He smirked, his teeth grazing along my pulse. He reluctantly withdrew his hands from me, and placed them either side of me. "Just a quick fuck?"

"We both know it won't be quick."

"No, it won't be. Still..." He pushed my hair behind my ear. "You sure?"

"Perhaps later, if you behave."

"We mightn't get a chance later. Your dorm's empty now."