His Eyes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter 6

I stand in the same spot we had been at the night before, waiting for him. He seems to be a bit late, but I know he'll show. Suddenly, I feel 2 hands grip my hips and spin me around, and I'm met with those breathtaking eyes. Without saying a word, he kisses me softly yet passionately. This kiss continues on longer than any of our previous ones have. He licks across my lips and I open my mouth allowing his tongue to explore. He begins kissing down my neck and my breath hitches as I tangle my fingers through his icy blonde locks. He pushes me against the tree next to us and continues working at my neck, finding a soft spot, earning a small noise from me as he nibbles, marking me as his. I smile at the though of this, him marking me as his. Only his. His hands dip under my sweater, brushing his cold fingers against me, and he disconnects his lips from my neck. "Is this ok?" He asks hesitantly, staring deep into my eyes. I nod vigorously and he slips his hands under my sweater, lifting it over my head and throwing it to the ground beside us. He continues licking and sucking on my neck, then he leaves a trail of sloppy, wet kisses down my chest. As he licks along my chest he begins massaging one of my boobs through my bra. I rest my hand on his chest and push him back and be looks at me confused. I reach my hands up my back and unclasp my bra, slowly letting the straps come off my arms before finally letting it fall. His face looks shocked, but then quickly changes to lust again. I slide my hands up his shirt and he takes it off, exposing his toned torso. He wraps his arms back around me and latches onto one of my nipples as I tangle my hands into his hair once again. Soft, barley audible moans escape my lips as I watch him trail his way down my stomach. I feel my face heat up and he works at the zipper on my skirt. He slides them down my legs, leaving me in only my panties. He teases me, licking my thighs, getting dangerously close to the throbbing area I needed him the most, but doesn't quite reach there. I tangle my fingers through his hair once again and almost involuntarily attempt to push him closer to where my body was crying out to his delightfully skilled tongue. He grabs my arms and pins them down on either side of me and then begins slowly pulling my panties down with his teeth. My mind tries to make sense of what is happening and I know my face is so red. What can I say? I'm nervous. I'm new at this. I try to ignore all of my thoughts and focus on what Draco is doing as he finally pulls my panties off of my legs and licks a stripe up my thigh. As his tongue finally flicks at my clit I let out a cry of pleasure and involuntarily struggle against his grasp but his strong arms hold me down. I try to focus on something else to avoid moaning uncontrollably and embarrassing myself further. I study all of his muscles, starting at his back and trailing down his arms. He's slim, yet toned. He's perfect. His arms are so toned and muscular. I study them carefully as they convulge as he uses the muscle to hold me down. However, as I study his body I notice something; a strange, black, tattoo-like marking on his forearm. "Draco." I say, trying to get his attention but accidentally sounding sexual, struggling against him. "Wait Draco stop." I say a little more convincingly this time and he quickly lets go and pulls away, looking up at me concerned. "What? Did I hurt you?" He asks almost panicked and places his hand lightly on my cheek. I ignore his question and sit up, reaching for his arm, pulling at it to get a better look. He looks down and his eyes widen with fear when he realizes what it is that I'm looking at. He pulls away swiftly and covers his arm, looking away. "Draco, what is that?" I say, clearly concerned but speaking softly. "Uh. I-It's nothing. I-I have to go." He says getting up and throwing his shirt back on. "What? Why are you leaving?" I ask him sadly, standing up with him and throwing my sweater on. "I just have to go." He says, still sounding quite panicked as he begins walking away. "Wait Draco! Just tell me what it is!" I yell after him, but he doesn't stop or turn around. I get up, quickly putting my skirt on as well, and run after him. "Draco. Draco please!" I yell after him, begging him to stay with me. He still doesn't slow down, but I eventually catch up and jump in front of him. He stops. "Draco?" I can't get a good look at his face because it's dark and his head is down, so I slowly bring my hand up and lightly place it under his chin, lifting his head. When the moonlight hits his face I see the tears streaming down his cheeks, and he is clutching his arm in the place of that mysterious mark. I cling to him, hugging him with every bit of strength in me. He hesitates for a moment, then hugs me back, quietly weeping. The sound of his soft sobs sends a few of my own tears gliding down my cheeks. He pulls away and looks at me, wiping my tears away. "Draco. Please tell me what it is." I whisper to him, softly brushing my finger tips along the area. He lets out a very heavy sigh. "It's-it's a symbol." He says sadly. My heart drops. I know exactly what he is talking about. Harry was right all along. Draco is a...
a Death Eater...
I hope with everything in me that I'm wrong. "A s-symbol for what?" I ask, not entirely sure that I want to hear his answer. "My parents, my aunt, th-they are all Death Eaters too." He says slowly, and when he says those words I feel the tears falling faster down my cheeks. "Th-there was nothing else I could do. He was going to kill me." He says, hanging his head down once again, letting a few more tears fall. Much to his surprise, I cling to him once again and he immediately hugs me back. When I release him from my grip I look deeply into his eyes. "What are you going to do?" I manage to choke out. "I-I really don't know." He states rather blankly. "C-can I see it?" I ask him. He nods slowly and looks down. I carefully and gently grab his arm and lift his sleeve. I study it and find is both mesmerizing and revolting. I lightly brush my finger tips over it before giving it a tight squeeze. A few of my own tears fall onto it. I look into his eyes and rub him forearm softly. "This doesn't change a thing, okay? I still know who you are. I still love you." I whisper to him confidently, almost as if I'm trying to convince him my words are true because I know he doubts them. He gives me a weak smile before choking out a voice barley above a whisper;
"I love you too."