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— UM. i need to change my underwear. —
Draco turns around right as the door to the boys' hall swings shut behind me. He looks at me with mild confusion—eyebrow quirked, lips slightly parted, and his hand inches away from the door to his dorm.
"Celeste?" he questions, a slight frown on his face.
I smirk slightly as I stalk towards him, pull my hand away from behind my back to brandish his wand. "You left something kind of important out in the common room," I tease as I stop across from him, leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the hall.
He rolls his eyes with a slight huff, stepping towards me with his hand outreached. "I'm exhausted—thanks, Cel—" He frowns when I pull my hand away right as he reaches for his wand. "What are you doing?"
I bite back a grin. "Take it from me."
"Yeah, I'm fucking trying to," he rolls his eyes, making another fruitless swipe for his wand.
I tut softly, shaking my head with a devious look on my face while Draco dons one of confusion. And then I reach forward with my free hand—my own wand tucked safely in the waistband of my skirt—to grab him by his belt loop and pull him towards me. He stumbles slightly, catching himself by pressing his palms flat against the wall on either side of my head, his face inches from mine. He glares at me for a moment, lips flush and panting softly, and then he slowly smirks.
"Take it from me, Draco."
We both stand there, me leaning against the wall while Draco looms over me bent down to look at me. My neck is craned nearly all the way up, our lips inches away.
And then suddenly one of his hands is in my hair, tangling with my roots before clenching into a fist and tugging harshly on my curly locks. I gasp as he pull my head to the side a little and instantly latches his lips to my neck. I let out a breathy laugh, my eyes fluttering shut while my pulse jumps up exponentially in response to his feverish lips. They kiss down the side of my throat, nipping at my collarbones and licking stripes of hot spit. One of his hands goes down to my hips, gripping it tightly and pulling me flush against his body.
"Don't break my curls," I gasp out in warning, and in response, he drags his hand through my hair, effectively breaking at least half my curls. "Oh, fuck you."
He chuckles darkly in response, now both of his hands on my hips. His fingers are rough on me, sliding up and down my sides to slip under my tank top and feel my waist. His hands slip behind my back to grab my ass, cupping tightly and making me groan softly.
My own arms wrap around his neck while he kisses down my jawline, occasionally sucking on my skin or scraping his teeth against me. I switch his wand from my right hand to my left before sneaking my hand down a little, feeling at his muscles through his black shirt. The muscles in his biceps ripple as he moves his arms up and down to grope at my body, and the muscles in his torso are hard, defined, and flexed.
