Friends to lovers •D.MALFOY•

"𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗕𝗲 𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝗲"

Draco walked over to Grace. They were in the room of requirement. He turned her to him lifting her up by the back of her thighs when her arms wrapped around his neck and set her on the counter.

His lips found hers as she settled back on her elbows, traveling to her neck as his fingers bunched the scrap of material she'd donned as a shirt above her breast.

She felt his tongue tease her puckered peaks, lightly trailing over them enticing small hitches in her breathing.

His hand ventured lower, slowly circling her clit with each pass he made along her slit. His mouth engulfed her nipple, softly sucking as two fingers slid into her.

Grace's hand instinctively nestled in his hair, watching both his mouth and fingers at work.

The visual along with his ministrations had her breathing labored and her hips grinding against his hand long before his thumb pressed against her clit.

His eyes shifting to meet hers sent her over the edge, her moan stifled by his lips covering hers again.

Her hand tugged at his hair when his fingers curled inside her, coaxing everything he could from her climax before gently easing her back down.

Grace's chest was still heaving when he pulled her to her feet, spinning her so she faced away from him.

"Bend over the bed," he said.

Her lip twitched at the fact that he hadn't asked, merely maneuvered her where he'd wanted her.

She knew the outfit consisting of his shirt and her black lace panties would lead to sex, his domineering side was a pleasant little bonus.

His thighs tickled the back of hers as she rested her elbows on the granite surface.

A hand quickly pushed her so her chest was flat against the counter, the other moving to lift his shirt she was wearing high enough to grant him access.

Grace moaned as he filled her, lifting her slightly with each thrust.

"Fuck, Dray..." She grunted, her palms flat on the counter.

Draco pressed his lips to the area of her neck where it met her shoulder as his hands gripping over her shoulder, pulling her back to him with each thrust.

"Jesus." Grace panted. Her hands where white knuckling the edge of the counter as she gripped it to prevent her torso from sliding forward...

Her toes barely touched the ground as it was and his thrust only served to lift her higher.

He'd pull almost all of him out of her, then slam back inside, one hand pushing her ass down ensuring he bottomed out.

Her breath was staggered but she could still hear his grunts behind her.

"Fuck..." She groaned as her body jerked against his, giving into her release.

Draco's arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he pulled her away from the counter, forcing her to brace herself with one arm around the back of his neck.

"Jesus. Fuck... Draco... I can't..." She panted, her free hand digging into one of his arms.

"You can." He purred, failing to relent in the force with which he was shoving into her.

He was stronger than a first glance made him appear, though she knew this, and relaxed into his vigorous pace.

There wasn't any reason to tire herself more than necessary and he was right, she could keep going.

At this point, other than the slightly uncomfortable position and how sore she knew she'd feel the next day, he was doing all the work.

"I can stop if you need," he said. His hips continued to thrust, but his statement was prompted by how limp Bella had become in his arms.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Draco smirked at how strained her voice sounded, somehow managing to increase his pace.

"Fuck..." Grace hissed when her body shuddered against him again. She would have doubled over if it hadn't been for his arms holding her in place.

Draco thrust a few more times before succumbing to his own release, grunting against the back of her neck.

He gently leaned her over the counter again, chuckling when her body sag against it. "Lift up darling." Her hips rose slightly allowing him to slip out of her.

Grace attempted to stand, but her legs shook with her weight, dropping her into his arms again.

"Are you okay?"

She chuckled, but let him support her. "Yeah, my legs are just a little wobbly."

"Here..." Draco scooped her into his arms and carried her to the couch, settling in next to her once he'd pulled his trousers up. "Better?"

"At least until the soreness kicks in," Grace mumbled over her shoulder at him and he chuckled.

Draco smiled. "I know you think my father doesn't like you. But my mother does. And her opinion matters most to me," he told her.

Grace nodded and smiled. She knew all too well how her dad was against her being with Draco. Especially as he thought Draco was dangerous. But Grace knew all too well that Draco was nothing like his father. And she wanted to prove that to her dad.

"We're gonna be okay Gracie. I promise."

"I know."

***
Grace walked through the corridors to her class. She saw Brielle who looked to her. "You weren't in the common room this morning. Where were you?"

Grace smiled to her. "I was with Draco. Please don't tell dad. He's already on my case saying Draco is just like Lucius Malfoy. He's not. And it's driving me mad," she told her.

Brielle nodded and winked. "I won't say a thing. Your dad isn't my biggest fan. You're being careful aren't you? He's not pressuring you into anything?" She asked.

Grace shook her head. "No. Not at all. I'm happy to do it. I really like him mum. And he's been my rock throughout everything that's happened," she told her.

"You don't have to explain to me. As long as you're happy, that's the only thing I care about," Brielle said as she hugged her. She smiled. "Go on. Go and find Mr Lover."

***
Grace smiled as she saw Draco. He walked over to her and smiled. "You okay? I haven't seen you much today."

"Yeah I'm okay. Just been trying to finish my potions essay for my father. I don't wanna give him any opportunity to go on at me. The more he leaves me alone, the more time I can spend with you," she told him.

"Well I won't argue with that."

Draco pulled her close and kissed her lips gently. Unaware of how their fathers were about to pull them both apart.