His Eyes (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Chapter 10

I sit in the library with Hermione and Draco. I have to study for my upcoming herbology test, and they had both offered to help me. Much to my surprise, the two of them had been getting along quite well since our encounter in the hallway two days earlier. A fact I found shocking considering Hermione is, as Draco has said, a "mudblood", because as much as he has grown up quite well despite the awful parenting he has endured, old habits do die hard. Harry and Ron are civil enough with him, but they still aren't exactly the best of friends. Understandable, of course. Draco is currently looking for something in his herbology notes, shuffling through the pages in his notebook. I study him carefully. His face looks firm and concentrated, his eyebrows furrowed. His beautiful, icy blue eyes scan each page carefully. Everything about him is absolutely perfect, to me anyway. My eyes trail down his neck and land on his torso. I can see how toned he is even through his robes, but god does he look about a thousand times better without it on. My memory kicks in and flicks back to the other night and our highly intimate moment we shared amongst the trees. My face heats up and my knees feel weak and tremble slightly as I recall the feeling he had given me. I try to focus on something else so keep myself from getting too... "excited" about it. Sadly my mind immediately takes me to what had also happened that night. When I found out about what he is now. About what he has to do. I feel so sad for him. I really feel helpless. I can't do anything to make it go away and that's all I want to do. How is he even going to manage accomplishing his task? The only thing I can do is be there for him, no matter what. With that thought, I reach across the table and pull one of his hands away from his notebook, lacing my finger through his. His look of concentration fades as he looks up at me and smirks, and I return to him an innocent smile. We stay like that and just look into each other's eyes. His eyes are the only thing that make me forget. Forget everything bad. They make me feel so warm, like we're the only two people on earth. They make me melt. They are really just absolutely mesmerizing. I could sit here just like this for hours and never get bored. "Shall we call it a night? We should be in the dining hall for dinner in about 5 minutes anyway." Hermione says, snapping me back to reality. Draco and I exchange a look and we nod to Hermione. I'm not entirely sure what that look meant. She grabs her book and walks away, waving goodbye. I wave back with a smile and then return my attention back to Draco. "I've got something for you." He says to me and reaches into his robe, pulling out a small box. He hands it to me and releases my hand from his. I give him a quizzical look and then turn my attention to the box. I untie the ribbon holding it closed and toss it aside, then open the box. In it I find a necklace with an adorable little snake charm and his initials written beautifully in cursive.
DLM
I gasp slightly and look up at him, then practically dive across the table to throw myself into his arms. "So, you like it?" He asks with a soft chuckle. I pull away from the hug and kiss him softly. "I love it." I say smiling largely. "Put it on me?" I ask, handing it to him. He takes it from my hand and spins me around. He slowly brushes the hair away from my neck, hanging it over my right shoulder. He hesitates for a moment, and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. Then he pulls the necklace over my head and clips it around my neck. I turn around to face him and look down at it. "It's beautiful." I say somewhat breathlessly as I look back up to meet his eyes. His eyes look different than usual. They seem darker, almost lustful. "You're beautiful," He breathes out, taking a step closer so my back hit the table and places his hand on my hips. "And you're mine." He whispers in a new tone I've never heard from him as he pulls my hips toward him, pressing his body agaisnt mine. I let out a small, surprised, whimper unintentionally. He licks his lips. He leans in and kisses me very passionately. His tongue dipping into my mouth exploring mine as I explore his. His kissing becomes more desperate and hungry as he lifts me up and set me on the table, settling himself between my thighs. He slowly begins kissing and sucking at my neck, causing my breathing to quicken. Where is this going? How far is this going? This feels different than it did the other night somehow. What if someone walks back here? My frantic thoughts, however, are abruptly interrupted when he presses himself against me and feel something rock solid poking at my thigh. I know what that is. I did that? My brain feels cloudy as he begins unbuttoning my shirt. When he pulls it off my shoulders I immediately pull his shirt off aswell. I want this. I want him. Badly. I reach for his belt to undo it, wasting no time. I unbutton and unzip his pants and he lets them fall around his ankles, exposing his tented boxers. I look up into his eyes and bite my lip, trailing my fingers down his v-line and letting them settle at the hem of his boxers. He reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, slowly sliding the straps down my shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the ground. I loop my fingers back into the hem of his boxers. I finally swiftly tug them down, exposing everything he has to my eyes. My face turns pink when I see his throbbing erection. He's huge. At least a good 9 inches. He's going to split me in half. I think I'm okay with that. I reach my hand out and grip it tightly, looking up at him. He gives me a devilish smirk. Yeah, I'm definitely okay with that. He throws his head back as I stroke him slowly. His fingers dig into my sides. I stroke him a little faster, rubbing my thumb over his tip a few times. His eyebrows furrow and I see sweat forming on his forehead. God he's gorgeous. I need him. I pull my hand away from his throbbing member and he looks down at me confused. He quickly understands when he sees me working at the zipper on my skirt. He grabs my wrists and lays me down on the table swiftly, pinning my wrist above my head. "No baby, let me." He whispers into my ear in a deep and hungry tone as his hands trail down my body antagonizingly slow. He unzips my skirt and slowly pulls it down my legs. I squirm, clearly needy for him. Why is he moving so slow? He sinks down and grips my thighs. He spreads them swiftly and slowly licks up my thigh. "Draco... please." I beg him, looping my fingers through his nearly white hair. He stands above me, raising an eyebrow. "Please what, babygirl? Tell me." He whispers demandingly. I let out a flustered groan. "Come on Draco. You know what." I beg him again, feeling completely helpless, and honestly enjoying it. "Say it." He demands, in a deep, possessive tone. I stare deep into his eyes, my face heating up. I'm so nervous, but I want him so badly. I work up all the confidence in my body and look him dead in the eyes and say "fuck me." With that he lets out a noise that sounds almost like a growl and quite literally tears my panties off. I let out a surprised squeal when he roughly grips me and pulls me towards him. He grabs his length and aligns himself at my entrace. Almost as if he instantly remembers this is my first time, his aggressive manor ceases. He looks at me and slowly presses his tip into me. He then leans foward and laces his fingers through mine. He pushes a little further in and I feel a burning sensation. I knit my eyes shut and let out a small cry. "Look at me." Draco whispers softly and strokes my cheeks. I open my eyes and am greeted with his. He pushes in a little further and I let out another cry. Draco shushes me softly and kisses me slowly yet passionately to distract me while pushing the rest of the way in. He pulls away from the kiss and squeezes my hands in reassurance. We stay this way for a moment, as he allows me to adjust to his size, giving me as much time as I need. "Okay, move." I say to him when I feel more comfortable as the pain goes away. He pulls out and pushes back in, causing me to let out a noise I hardly recognize as my own. "Good?" He asks with a smirk, before pulling out most of the way and slamming back in again. Again. Again. Again. After a while he manages to find that special spot with each and every thrust. His hand reaches down and he begins rubbing circles on my clit with his thumb, causing me to cry out even louder. I moan and mumble all sorts of profanities along with his name and beg him to go faster as I claw at his back, without a doubt leaving marks. I feel an unfamiliar feeling boiling up inside of my stomach. His groans get louder and louder. "Oh God Draco, I-I think I'm close." I manage to moan out between his inhumane thrusting. "Me too baby." he grunts out and then shoves his face into my neck and spreads my thighs farther apart, allowing himself to be completely devoured by me. I'm surprised the table beneath hasn't completely crumbled under the pressure as Draco pounds me into it. My vision begins to cloud over and I suddenly feel release and scream his name and appearently he does too as I feel his hot liquid fill me up inside with a loud groan of my name. He collapses on top of me momentarily, nearly crushing me, needing a moment to catch his breath and regain his strength. He then pulls out and collapses next to me. We lay there for a while, attempting to catch our breaths and stop shaking as he wraps his strong arms around me. That was the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. I nuzzle into his chest and hear him whisper "I love you." Before kissing me on the forhead. "I love you too." I whisper back with a soft smile. "We missed dinner." He says after a long pause. I shrug "worth it." I have never felt safer and more loved in anyone else's arms.

I love this boy so much.