blurred lines [draco x reader]

9 ౨ৎ | aftermath

He grazed up and down your thighs, softly chuckling at the way it made your body shudder. Draco pulled away from the kiss momentarily, "feeling a bit angsty are we?". He leaned in again, but this time focusing his kisses along your neck, and eventually your collar bone. His fingers continued to tease you under your skirt.

Draco pried himself from you, and forced you on your knees. You met his silver eyes briefly as he began unbuckling his pants. He cupped your face forcefully, and rested his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling it down ever-so slightly. "Open," he said calmly. He forced himself in, his length slamming into the back of your throat. The tears as a result from your gagging, edged him on; his thrusts becoming more sporadic and arrhythmic. Without warning, he pulled away and forced you to your feet by your collar. He unbuttoned it your top with haste and examined your chest with desire on his face.

Guilt flooded over you as you pressed your hands against his chest, making him stop. He tilted his head and smirked. "Playing hard to get now?"

"Draco... there's something I need to tell you."

"Can it wait?" he asked, a mix of eagerness and annoyance in his voice.

"Trust me, you'll thank me tomorrow," you said, grabbing his arm and leading him out of your dorm.

"Where are we going?" he questioned, but you didn't answer, hurrying through the corridors toward the Potions classroom. Draco groaned when you forced him inside. "Can we go back to your dorm already?" he smirked, his hand finding its way to your waist again. Rolling your eyes, you focused on preparing the antidote, quickly mixing licorice root and castor oil. The sharp scent made Draco scrunch his face as he peered over your shoulder.

"Drink it" you said flatly.

"What is it?" he asked, eyeing the concoction warily.

"Just drink it please".

Reluctantly, he grabbed the vial and took a swig. A moment passed before his expression shifted, and you could tell the fog of the potion was lifting.

"In my defense, I did warn you not to drink that pumpkin juice," you said nervously.

He shot you a single, cold glance before turning and storming out of the room without another word. You felt your stomach drop as you cupped your face in frustration. As you turned to leave, a strange disappointment settled in—you hadn't expected to feel so let down that he didn't stay. You shook the feeling off as you collapsed into bed, hoping that by tomorrow, this would all blow over.