Dirty Little Slytherin

2.

She took a deep breath in, inhaling his expensive cologne. He smelt so fucking good all the fucking time. The cool breeze from the window pushed his scent towards her. She could feel her pussy pulsating, even his scent was enough to get her wet. She squeezed her thighs together, hoping to get some relief from the feeling that was overwhelming her.

This was her second time in detention this week, she had tried everything to get there just so she could be close to him. And he knew it. Ten minutes went by in silence before Professor Sprout excused herself from the room to attend to some urgent Hufflepuff business.

"When I get back in thirty minutes, both of you have better not moved from your seats. If I find out that you have, you will be in here every day of the week until I'm satisfied you've learnt your lesson." The heavy door slammed behind Sprout. He stood up moving towards the door while muttering something under his breath.

He walked past her, eyes glaring at her as he made his way back to his seat.

"Why don't you come over here, sweetheart." He spoke softly, gesturing at the desk in front of him.

She nodded, lifting herself from the seat glancing back, noticing the wet mark she had left on the hard plastic chair. He noticed at the same time as her, reaching forward and roughly grabbing her wrist. He pulled her towards him.

"Daddy hasn't even touched you yet, and you're already dripping." His words were dark, and she could hear the smirk in his voice.

She blushed, looking down at her feet. Avoiding the dark grey eyes that were burning into her. His hand reached up, grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him. Before she knew it, his hands were at her ass scooping her up and dropping her down on to the cool surface in front of him. He got down on his knees, roughly pushing her legs apart. She wasn't wearing any panties, his cock twitched at the thought of her walking round the castle all day so exposed.

"Look how ready you are for me, sweetheart." Kisses were dotted along her thighs and she could feel his hot breath getting closer and closer to her heat. She couldn't take the teasing, she needed his tongue on her pussy now. Her hands flew to his head, gripping on to his soft hair encouraging him to finally give her what she so desperately needed.

She threw her head back when his tongue finally started dancing over her clit, as the sound of pleasure fell from her mouth.

~

My eyes sprung open, my breathing was erratic and I was sweating again. Another fucking sex dream had woken me up. My heart began to race as I turned over looking to my right where Milly's bed usually was.

Much to my relief, Milly was not in her bed. Matter of a fact she wasn't in the room, I took a few deep breaths trying to compose myself. It took me many moments to come down from the dream I was having.

It had made sense now, Milly wasn't in the room with me because this wasn't our dormitory. I had fallen asleep in my father's living quarters.

I sat up from my childhood bed, thinking back to the second sex dream I had in one night. Why did they feel so fucking real? I could imagine exactly how his tongue felt on me, I could feel his grip on my wrist, I could feel his hands on my ass scooping me up.

"I need mental help." I grumbled to myself, before shuffling towards the bathroom I had used for the first 10 years of my life. It was still early, possibly around five am. I stripped off, my robe, oversized tee, pyjama shorts and lacy underwear all fell to the floor in a pile. I flicked the water on in the shower, stretching my arms above my head before bending down to touch my toes.

I brought myself back up, before taking a glance at myself in the mirror. Except I wasn't the only one staring back at me in the mirror anymore.

Draco had wandered into Snape's old living quarters, he had liked to come in here to get some down time from his loud and obnoxious roommates. Well, that's what he told himself anyway. In reality, he came in here to grieve for Snape. He had saved Draco from killing dumbledore, and ended up getting killed in the process. He had blamed himself for the death of his Professor. He spent a lot of time in here, thinking about her too. Reminiscing on their past relationship, the many early hours they had spent together in his bed, fleeting moments in the bathroom, the secret relationship they had shared over the war.

He hated looking at her now, all he could see was a girl he loved, but couldn't be with anymore. And when she looked back her eyes were empty, with no idea of what had happened between them.

After finding out who Lilian's mother was, who her sibling was, Draco had no choice but to obliviate her memory of him. He knew her family connections would definitely get her killed, and there was no way he was letting the Dark Lord take her from him. Not after her father had died as well.

Post war was confusing, he wanted to give her memories back and he wanted to carry on with her like they had been before everything happened. But something internally was stopping him, so for now he admired her from afar. Keeping a watchful eye over her at all times.

Fuck. Why was Draco in here? I bent down quickly, grabbing the fluffy towel from the towel rack wrapping it around me. Draco's eyes didn't move from her once, watching her as she frantically moved to cover herself from his longing stare.

"Draco, what are you doing here? Why are you in my father's living quarters?"

I could tell Draco was stuck for words, not sure what he was wanting to say next. He stared at me, the features on his face giving away how he was feeling. He looked empty.

"I... I. I'm not sure, what are you doing here?" His voice was soft, less intimidating than it was a few hours before.

I decided I had nothing to lose, could things really get any worse from opening up to Draco? I had no one else to talk to and he was here.

"I... I don't know either really. After my father disappeared last year I've been avoiding coming here. Somethings wrong I know it, he wouldn't have just abandoned me for no reason..." I trailed off, looking around the room. There were still parts of him here, scattered around the room. His robes, his wand. It was all still here. Draco stiffened, disappeared? Did she not realise that he was dead?

"I guess what I don't understand is why he would take off, and leave everything behind. He left his wand! Why would he do that? Why would he just leave me, without saying anything?" I could feel the tears beginning to form in my green eyes, before one single tear fell to my cheek. My hand was at my face instantly, quickly wiping the tear away in the hope that Draco hadn't seen it. I felt defeated, alone and confused, and I didn't need his harsh words making me feel worse then I already did.

A wave of realisation rushed over Draco, his memory charm hadn't worked. He had taken her dad's death from her memories. He hadn't meant to, he just wanted her to forget their relationship and he had fucked up big time. How the hell was he going to tell her? How could he be sure that she didn't remember what they had between them?

"Lilian... " Draco started, walking towards me. Reaching his hand out.

I stepped backwards avoiding his touch, adjusting the towel that was around my body. I did not need Draco touching me right now, the thought of my dreams still lingering in my mind.

"Look Draco, I'm sorry for putting that on you. I know you don't care about my problems. Just ignore me. I'm just so lonely without him here. We weren't that close, but it was nice knowing that he was around if I needed him. I wish he would come home."

"Lilian, there's something you should know." Draco's voice was so quiet, it almost seemed like he cared about my feelings. I scoffed, who am I kidding? This was Draco Malfoy I was talking about, he didn't care about anyone except himself and his death eater parents.

"Draco, can you just leave? I don't even know why you are here. You have no right to be here, this is my father's room." I said with hints of anger in my tone, trying to stifle the flood of tears that were threatening to fall.

He nodded, stepping backwards turning towards the door. His head was hanging low. Lilian heard him mumble something under his breath, but she couldn't be sure of what he had said.

"I'm so sorry for everything Lilian, you deserved so much more than me."