Malfoy trash

Ticklish

It started in Charms. Y/N was practicng a new spell and Draco was reading the instructions aloud to her. He often laid his hand on her thigh when he read, so Y/N didn't mind when a hand slid across their laps to rest low on her left knee. Until the hand slid higher.

"Draco, what are you doing?" she whispered, trying not to attract the attention of Professor Flitwick who was currently cooing over another one of Hermione Granger's perfect spellwork. Draco knew she was ticklish, and having a laughing fit in class was not what she needed.

"Nothing. You're waving your wand wrong." he said. She raised an eyebrow.

"You're lying and—"

"Miss Y/L/N and Mr Malfoy, have you mastered your spell yet?" Professor Flitwick asked. Y/N rolled her eyes before shaking her head.

"No, professor." she muttered.

"Well, keep moving then!" he sighed.

"I cannot get this spell right." she groaned. Draco smirked, his hand slipping higher up her thigh. Y/N squirmed slightly.

"Don't worry, love."

"Alright, class. Practice time is over. If you can manage to answer all the questions on our quiz, there will be no homework except to master the spell we've been working on today. Is that clear?" he waited a few moments before speaking again. "Good, now who can tell me what the current wand movement for the spell, 'Stupefy'?"

Y/N raised her hand.

"Miss Y/L/N? Explain then demonstrate for me."

"The spell 'Stupefy' has a triangular wand movement." Then she tried to demonstrate, but suddenly Draco's hand was dancing gently over her ticklish legs and she choked out a breath. "Um, like this." she stuttered out as she waved her wand in the correct motion.

"Good." he nodded before asking another question that Hermione answered.

"Draco, what are you doing." she hissed, her hand grabbing his wrist to stop him. "We're in class."

"Darling, I know exactly where we are. Did you forget?" he smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and teasing her was too much fun. "It's fun to tease you."

"Draco, please, don't—" she breathed, eyes widening as his fingertips dug into her sensitive skin, tickling her. She gasped, trying not to move, but it was useless.

"And who can tell me the difference between the non-verbal spell we've been practicing and the verbal spell we practiced last week?"

"Answer it and I'll stop." Draco laughed quietly. Y/N glared at him, face bright red from trying not to laugh at the ticklish sensation he kept attacking her with. She cursed the fact that he knew exactly where she was ticklish.

"Fine." she gritted out. His hand was splayed over her thigh, ghosting over the goose flesh that had appeared. She raised her hand.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Professor Flitwick called.

"The verbal spell cannot be used in duels or wand combat, whereas the non-verbal spell can be used in both because your attacker cannot differentiate," she was cut off by Draco's fingers brushing over her kneecap, "between the spells you could possibly cast."

"Good, class dismissed. No homework. But do practice your spell!" Flitwick called as his students pack their bags.

"I swear," Y/N warned, "if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I'll incarcerate you."

"Don't worry, love. Do that and I might seriously enjoy it." Draco smirked, leaving her with a kiss to the cheek and a blush spreading across her face and neck. "Your call."