Training for the ballet? (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Chapter 3

Two weeks after the incident in the Great Hall.

The dark sky had lured me outside of the castle after dinner. It wasn't late but it was still a thrill to be outside in the dark. I studied the moon and it felt as if it studied me back. Amused at the thought I waved at it, as if I was expecting it to do the same. Instantly I shook my head. What the fuck, what the hell am I doing? I thought to myself suddenly embarrassed. I was alone outside so no one had seen me but the feeling of being watched was still there. I headed back towards the castle and into the corridor leading to the Gryffindor Common room. Suddenly someone grabbed my right arm, almost violently, and yanked me around. Confused I tried to catch my breath and tried to identify whoever had scared the hell out of me. My eyes widened.

"So I heard you barely passed the Potions test last week" Malfoy said bluntly.

I broke my hand free of his grip and rubbed it gently as if he had hurt it. I scoffed at him and without answering I turned around and started to walk away from him. I didn't need him right now. Him and his problems. I didn't know what I was expecting but I didn't expect him to run after me. I heard him running and before I could react he had pushed me against the wall, making it unable for me to escape his now tighter grip on both my arms. He placed his left hand on my shoulder and pressed it towards the cold grey wall but kept his other hand locked around my arms. A little disoriented I looked at him.

"What the fuck do you want from me? Don't you have others to annoy?" I say pissed.
"Oh, I do, but you're much more fun" he said smirking. His eyes still mysteriously beautiful. "And, it's not what I want from you, it's what you want from me." He said calmly looking directly at me.

I lost my words. I didn't know what he was referring to. Or did I? I tried to escape his grip once again, but there was no way.

"Stop struggling" he said amused.

I felt weak, almost sick. He was teasing me. But, did he know? Did he know I had a thing for him? Was he teasing me as in an enemy kind of way or was he teasing me because he knew I fancied him kind of way? I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I didn't want to see him. I could feel his grip loosen a little as he leaned in closer to me. When he didn't get a reaction he leaned in towards my neck. I could feel his warm breath hit my neck as he whispered to me and it sent chills down my spine. I almost lost all control over my senses and had to focus with all my power on what he was saying to not start to hyperventilate.

"I know what you want or maybe I should say; I know what you need" He whispered and let his bottom lip touch my neck before he let go of me and smirkingly walked away.

I stood absolutely shocked glued against the wall for a couple of minutes. It felt like I had been holding my breath for hours. I took deep breaths and tried to make sense of what just happened. I put my left hand on my neck and closed my eyes, trying to remember the little moment of his lips gently and very lightly touching it. He knew. He knew and he was an asshole about it. I mumbled curse words the whole way towards the common room and as I laid down on my bed I instantly pulled the cover over my head. I let some tears escape and fell asleep in the midst of the conflict that was going on in my head after the encounter with the dick from Slytherin.