Meant to be (Draco x reader)

Chapter 15: 'or ill show you what'

Slight smut:)

"Sticking with lying I see" he leans to your ear and says, "lying only gets you punished"
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Your face turns bright red at this and you gasp softly as he puts his soft lips under your ear, sucking softly. He moves down to your bruise that you still didn't know you had and starts going over that. He nips at it making it sting so you push him off of you, but he doesn't budge. He removes his lips from your neck looking at you

"What? Don't want me to ruin potters sloppy work?" You start to get frustrated.

"Okay I'm being serious now I have literally no clue what you're talking about." He scoffs and is getting more mad by the second.

"Don't play stupid y/n. The hickey he left on your neck" he says mad. You give him a look and then can't help but laugh. He looks at you confused as you snort from laughing so hard.

"Jeez Malfoy I thought something was really wrong, and he didn't give me a hickey." He rolls his eyes and says,

"So what's that thing on your neck?" You look at him confused and he pulls out his wand making a small mirror appear. You grab it and look at your neck, seeing in fact a bruise on your neck. You turn a shade paler not wanting to tell him about your night.

"Oh that..." you say softly looking down, wanting nothing to do with this situation anymore.

"Yeah, 'oh that'. What is it then if it's not a hickey?" You bring your eyes to his and you say

"We'll I have a bad habit of pinching my neck when I get anxious so I guess I made that last night and I didn't know I did." You say honestly, wondering why none of your friends said anything. He studied your face before he decided you're not lying. His face turns softer, his eyes gazing from the bruise to your eyes.

"Well what were you anxious about?" He ask blankly. You take a sharp breath and shake your head looking down.

"I'd rather not talk about that, thanks though" you slide out from under his arm but right before you could get to the door he grabs your waist, bringing your back to him. Except this time he doesn't turn you around, he backs you up until you run into his strong chest. His hands tighten his grip on your hips as he sinks his head to your ear.

"I said what made you anxious?" He says softly but sternly. You bite your lip debating on telling him or not. Then you remember the prick he is and how long you've been away from your friends. He brings his hand moving your hair to one side before repeating his question.

"Huh princess? What made you anxious?" Your eyes water, tears are threading to spill over as you remember the dream and flashbacks are coming back to you. You try to walk but of course he doesn't let you, his hand still wrapped around your waist.

"Please" you say softly, the tears finally spilling over. You quickly try to whipe them not wanting to seem weak. He turns you to look at him and sees your crying even though you're trying to hide it. His soft expression turns somewhat hard again as he studies the possibility it could be. His mind goes to one thing and he gets mad.

"Did potter do something to you?" You bring your eyes to his in disbelief but don't say anything. He speaks again in a low, husky, growl,

"Did potter do something to you? Do I need to kill him?" He says causing you to lightly giggle before saying,

"No Harry didn't do anything, he actually helped me" you speak softly, with that his soft look completely vanished as it turns hard.

"What could potter possibly help you with that I couldn't?" Your eyes brim up against tears as you really don't like to cry in front of people. You pull your eyes away from his and you start to walk away before Malfoy says, roughly and harsh,

"Don't walk away from my y/l/n! What did potter help you with." You start to get mad, you turn around and look at him dead in the eye.

"It's none of your fucking business" you snark at him, only causing him to get more angry. He walks up to you stopping a foot in front of you

"It is my business if I say it is" he says slowly trying to remain calm. That's when you absolutely snap,

"No it's not, it's literally none of your fucking business. Stop acting like and entitled dick head and drop it." You say as you try to once again leave the room. Tears are now for sure falling down your face, not because your sad but because you're so angry.

"Oh I'm the entitled dick head?" He says his voice rising as he gets more mad. You turn to look at him, his hair is now messy from running his hands through it.

"Yes you are." He steps closer to you and speaks between his clenched jaw,

"You better be careful of what you say to me y/l/n" you roll your eyes and scoff,

"Or what" you step closer to him, closing the gap between you two.

"Or I'll show you what" he growls looking down at you, putting his hands on your waist. You look up at him and decide that it's okay if he's your first kiss. You just wanted to get it over with so you put your hands in his chest. He leans down, putting his head down to yours, lightly brushing his lips against yours. A spark of electricity shoots through your body as you lean in to connect your lips with his. Bringing your hands to wrap around his neck, lightly pulling on his hair. He lets out a low growl as you pull on it. He brings his hand to your neck, chocking you lightly. You let out a low moan, with this he smirks against your lips. He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss as he brings your waist closer to him. He lightly bites at your bottom lip asking for entrance. You decide to tease him and not open your mouth, that is until he squeezes his hand on your throat and you let out a small gasp. As soon as you open your mouth he deepens the kiss, his tongue grazing yours. Going around every inch in your mouth as you did the same.
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GUYS IM SCREAMING

COULD YOU BELIEVE IVE NEVER HAD MY FIRST KISS. IF ITS NOT LIKE THIS I SWEAR