'Tell Me Pretty Lies,' by moongirlel

Chapter 74: Whispering Sweet Nothings

[i love you - Billie Eilish]

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Fri. 1st September 1995 - 8:01pm...

The scent of lemon water and mint filled my lungs. I always enjoyed the smell of my common room, it was linked to home.

This is home.

Well, my second home now.

After waiting for our friends to quickly disappear to find their new dormitories, Draco slowly lead me down the hallway towards his.

"I'm glad we had the option to pick how many people we were sharing our dormitories with this year." I smile, squeezing his hand.

"Yeah..." A smirk broke out on his face, and he opened the door to his room. It was smaller than last year, and only had one bed. "I picked a single room. I knew you'd be begging to sleep with me this year more than the last."

I scoff, taking my shoes and robe off. "Likewise... Unfortunately, Dumbledore doesn't like me, so I had to room with Pansy again."

Draco kicked the door closed behind himself, locking it too. He took out his wand, tossing it onto his bed. "How terrible." He chuckled, licking his lips.

"Mhm... I know. How terrible that you'll have your girlfriend sleeping in your room more than her own." I laugh, watching him close the short distance between us.

"I don't think you'll cope, you'll end up in the hospital wing." He said, removing his shoes and robe as well.

"For what? The headaches you give me?" I tilt my head.

"Oh yeah. But, so much more than just a bloody headache." He leans down, reaching for my hips. "You won't be able to walk once I'm finished with you."

My breath catches in my throat, and he takes a step forwards.

"Don't tell me you've lost your voice already, Jane. I haven't even started yet."

"No, I—" My heart leaps, as he grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder. "Draco!"

Tossing me down onto the mattress, my curls bounce around my shoulders, fanning out across the sheets.

"Arsehole," I mutter.

He ran his hand through his fringe, before pulling his jumper off. He crawled over me.

"We've been so deprived of this," He cooed, his lips peppering kisses down my neck.

I hum in response, running my hands up his shirt, popping open the buttons.

He slid his tie off, replacing my hands on the buttons with his own.

"Nearly three months is far too long to be apart." He said, his shirt being tugged off followed after.

Fuck, I love it whenever he blabbers romantic nonsense to me.

He leaned back on his ankles, unzipping my skirt. It joined the pile of clothes on the floor.

I watch his hands fumble around with his belt, sitting up on my elbows. I reach back, taking out my hair clip and set it on the pillows.