Draco Malfoy and the Girl Who Hid

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There was a soft knock at the door. Yn looked up from the trance she had been in staring out the window. It was 3 am. She precariously tip toed towards the door but the creaky floor gave her away.

"Yn," Draco's voice echoed through the door.

Yn pressed up against the solid oak of the door, her hand resting on the handle. She waited for him to say something.

"I can't sleep." Then he cleared his throat and whispered. "I can't sleep without you."

But she heard.

Yn turned the door handle, opening the door and sliver and peering out the door through the crack. She may have more trust in Draco but she didn't like where she was. She did not trust the others.

Draco's icy grey eyes silently plead to her.

He pushed open the door enough to slip in, firmly closing it over Yn shoulder and pressing back against the door. She didn't realise how cold it was until she felt a shiver down her spine.

Draco stared down into her eyes, brushing her cheek with his thumb. Yn looked up at him though her eyelashes, her breath catching as she felt Draco press up against her. She didn't realise how exposed she felt in the night gown that Narcissa had given her until now. She was painfully aware of teh how sheer it was even in the darkness.

"Are you sure you don't just miss your room," She quipped back trying to cut through the tension.

Draco chortled with laughter into Yn's shoulder.

"Maybe you are right." He glanced around at his room. "I think i should move back in here. It is my room after all."

Yn knew that. How could she forget. His scent was everywhere.

"I can sleep somewhere else. I don't mind," Draco caught he hand and pulled her into him again.

"No," he pressed his nose into her hair. "Stay with me."

Yn was surprised. She blinked in shock.

"I want to be with you all the time Yn. In every way. You don't know how hard it has been for me to not to stay with you. To touch you. To just kiss you when I want." Draco dragged his fingertips of yn's bare arms.

Her skin tingles under his touch. She hadn't realised that she craved that feeling. Something niggled inside her and she learned up on her tip toes and hover her lips of Draco's, breathing in his breaths.

Draco froze in anticipation, but not for long. He smashed his lips into her making her stagger backwards into the wall. Yn's hand travelled up Draco back and then thread through his hair, making him grunt against her lips.

Using her other hand she began to unbutton the shirt the was separating her and Draco, will Draco kisses trailed from Yn's lips, to her cheek and down her neck.

The room was dark, but the moonlight that spilled though the window was enough to illuminate the contours in Draco's chest and know bare torso.

Draco's hooked around the thin straps that were holding Yn's nightdress up. The silk quickly began slipping down.

Draco paused, pressing his head to Yn's to catch their breaths. Yn's breathing was shallow and her eyes squeezed tight. "Yn," Draco whispered into her ear.

Yn's fist grabbed his shoulder tighter in response.

"Open your eyes. I want to see them."

Yn was reluctant she had spent years hiding. Was she ready to give it all up. It was too heard for her to hide form Draco.

As he eyes fluttered open, the purple swirls grew more prominent.

The fire inside Draco ignited as Yn's eyes speckled more and more.

Spinning them both around, Draco swept Yn into his arms and placed her gently onto the bed, before lowering himself over her.

Draco's hands trembled slightly as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from Yn's face. The room felt charged, an electric hum crackling between them as their eyes met, the unspoken understanding thick in the air. He traced his fingertips down her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin, as though committing every detail to memory.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, yet carrying the weight of his sincerity. Yn nodded, a gentle smile touching her lips, reassuring him in ways words never could. She stepped closer, resting her hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. There was something so vulnerable, so utterly raw, in the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered in this world, in any world.

Their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, deepening as they both surrendered to the pull of each other. His hands traveled down her sides, exploring cautiously, reverently, as though she were something precious he'd only dreamed of. She gasped softly against his lips as his fingers found the bare skin at her waist, and he paused, his eyes searching hers one last time for any sign of hesitation. Instead, he found only warmth and trust, and a soft murmur of his name, a sound that made his pulse quicken.

They moved together, a gentle, languid rhythm as they explored each other with a quiet, sweet intensity, savoring every touch, every whispered breath. Yn felt the world fade away, lost in the warmth of his embrace and the way he made her feel—cherished, adored, seen. As their bodies intertwined, it was as if time itself held its breath, wrapping them in a moment that felt endless, just the two of them, wrapped in a sweetness she knew she would carry with her always.