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Draco and Y/n lay together in his bed, their bodies close but their minds far apart.
They had fought many times before. Sharp words, cold glares, and bitter arguments that left them both furious. But tonight, none of that mattered. The fire between them, the attraction they couldn't deny, was stronger than their hatred.
Draco's breath was warm against Y/n's neck as he lay on his side, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. He couldn't stop touching her, even though every inch of him told him he shouldn't. Y/n, with her back turned to him, felt the same. She wanted to push him away, to remind herself why she hated him, but her body betrayed her.
After a long silence, Draco spoke, his voice low and curious. „Are you sleeping?" he asked, his tone softer than usual.
Y/n let out a bitter laugh. „No," she replied, staring at the wall. „I am trying to die."
He paused, surprised by her words. „Why?" His hand stopped moving on her skin, waiting for an answer.
„Because you're next to me," she murmured. It wasn't just an insult. It was the truth. Being this close to him made her feel so much, too much. It was overwhelming.
Draco was silent for a moment, then smirked, his usual arrogance shining through. „What?" he asked, his voice teasing. „Would you prefer it more if you were under me?"
Before she could respond, he moved swiftly, his body rolling over hers, pinning her to the mattress. He hovered above her, his eyes dark and full of something she couldn't quite place. Desire, anger, maybe both. „As you wish," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to hers.
Yn's breath hitched. She wanted to push him away, but her hands betrayed her, gripping his shirt instead, pulling him closer. „You think this changes anything?" she spat, her voice wavering between anger and desire.
Draco's lips curled into a smirk. „I don't care if it does," he whispered, his voice rough. „You can hate me all you want, but it doesn't change the fact that you want this just as much as I do."
She hated how he could make her feel so weak, so vulnerable. She hated himand she wanted him all at once.
Malfoy leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, „Tell me to stop, and I will." His voice was low, almost a challenge.
Y/n's heart raced. She knew she should say it, should tell him to stop, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, she pulled him closer, her fingers tangling in his hair as she finally closed the distance between them. Their lips crashing together in a heated, desperate kiss.
The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, their hands roaming over each other as if they couldn't get enough.
Draco pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. „Still trying to die?" he asked, his voice breathless.
Y/n smirked, her fingers tracing his jawline. „No," she whispered, her voice soft but challenging. „Not anymore."
He grinned, capturing her lips in another fierce kiss, and for that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the fights, not the hatred, not the world outside his room. It was just them, tangled together, lost in the heat of the moment.
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Dieses Buch ist nun abgeschlossen und ich werde nicht weiter intensiv daran arbeiten, es sei denn, mir kommt spontan eine gute Idee für einen Oneshot. Vielen, vielen Dank für eure großartige Unterstützung <3 Ich würde mich sehr freuen, wenn ihr auch bei meinen anderen Büchern vorbeischaut und voted.
