Domination | Ron X Draco

Chapter 3

Draco's P.O.V

I shook slightly and froze, my feet curled up beside me, firmly planted on the seat of a toilet, my hands gripping the sides slightly in anticipation. I instantly recognized who had just stepped in. Through the little space at the top of the stall, I spotted the bright red messy mop of hair that stood right outside the door. "You know..". A cool voice rung in my ears. "I was looking for you". They finished. At this point the tears had stopped flowing and and I'm sure if I could see myself I would see the pure expression of confusion glued to the pale skin of my face. "You have nothing to lose at this point. Come out...Draco.". I could almost feel the smirk on his voice. It gave me the sharp and sudden urge to vomit, but also delivered the warm sense of affection as he cooed my name out. I could tell by the way he was tapping his foot on the ground rapidly that he was getting incredibly and increasingly impatient. "You heard me. Come out.". He said in a more demanding voice. I slowly crawled off the seat and shuffled to the door and unlocked it, swinging it open lightly. I had my eyes glued to the ground, head hung in shame, until a certain someone's freckled hand gently caressed my chin and brought it up, so I had no choice but to stare into those ever familiar cold blue-gray eyes. I was met with the freckled face of Ron, looking at me with a sense of sympathy. I shifted my eyes to look away from him and focused on the mirror behind him, taking in my appearance. Light red lines streaked down my porcelain cheeks, my winter white-blonde usually kept blonde hair now stuck up in all the wrong directions and frizzed in every place. My tie was slightly angled to the right, completing my look of unprofessionalism. I looked down yet again, feeling the same burning sensation in my eyes before I was once more forced back up, only this time, I felt a certain soft fleshy weight pressed against my lips.