An Open Secret (+18 Draco Malfoy)

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So... this is my first ever +18 smut book. I've never written smut before, so please keep that in mind while reading.

I've thought about uploading an audiostory like I do with my other books, but I'm afraid of what YouTube would do to it. Leave a comment below if you'd like one!

All the characters are +18.

BY THE WAY! This was originally written in 2nd person, so if you read something and it suddenly turns into 2nd person let me know! 

WORD COUNT: 5.035

Malfoy and I had never gotten along, not since the day we first locked eyes and exchanged words. I despised his arrogant tone, the way he boasted about his wealth, and how he ran to his father whenever things didn't go his way. In return, he loathed my voice, my style, and how easily my face flushed with anger. We were full-blown enemies, reveling in the mutual disdain.

Recently, a new rumor had been circulating around the school. Some students thought Malfoy and I were a thing. The mere idea of exchanging kind words with him made my blood boil. How could anyone believe that nonsense?

Luckily, it was my final year at Hogwarts. In just one more month, I'd be off to start my life elsewhere, never having to lay eyes on his smug face again.

"You really walk around looking like that, Fiona?" he sneered, a cruel smirk curling his lips. "I'm offended that people think I'd stoop so low as to date you."

I rolled my eyes, clutching my books tightly to my chest as I walked away, refusing to give his words a second thought. I was so used to his biting comments that I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me react angrily.

"Oh wow, original. Let me know when you come up with something actually funny," I muttered under my breath.

"I'm not trying to be original, just honest," he snapped back.

I knew the best way to handle him was to disengage, so I simply replied, "Okay, then."

He stared at me, genuinely surprised. "You're... agreeing with me? I don't think I've ever seen you do that. What's wrong with you?!"

"I don't care what anyone thinks of me anymore," I said calmly. "I'll be out of here soon, anyway."

His surprise was evident. He clearly hadn't expected that kind of response from me, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something other than contempt in his eyes. Though that disappeared quickly, his shit-eating grin came back.

I wanted to snap back at him, to put him in his place as I usually did, but something was different that day. I was tired—mentally exhausted from dealing with someone who seemed to take pleasure in putting me down. I simply couldn't do it that day; I couldn't play his stupid game.

So, I continued walking through the buzzing hallways of Hogwarts, clutching my book tightly to my chest. Malfoy seemed taken aback by my decision to ignore his comment. The rivalry that entertained him so much suddenly felt hollow.

"Slut!" He yelled out, desperately trying to get me to snap back at him. "You're the biggest slut I've ever met!"

It'll be over soon, I reminded myself as I ignored his comment. It was the first time he'd gone so far as to directly curse me out.

"Hey, Fiona," my best friend Abigail called out, catching up to me. "How did class go?"

"It was... fine," I replied, though my voice lacked its usual energy.

"You look a bit... down," she observed.

"It's..." I let out a heavy sigh. "Malfoy."

"That fucker," she groaned. "You know... You're always the bigger person, but he really deserves a taste of his own medicine."