Slytherins with benefits

Malfoy Manor p.5 - Christmas

I must had fallen asleep laying there with Draco, because I woke up to him getting out of bed, I roll towards him, grabbing at him. "I'll be right back." He whispers, I whine and tug his arm back over to me. "I'll be just a minute I promise." He coos, pulling his arm from me. I hear him whisper a spell, his wand lights up and he leaves the room, there was no bathroom in this room, so maybe he just needed to go. Whatever it was, I was awake now, I couldn't find a good way to get comfy without him, I was cold without him there. I laid there for a couple minutes waiting for him to come back, as much as I was a little cold, my finger was freezing. I guess his enchanted ring works, I giggled to myself, wondering if he could feel it. Soon he walks back in, tiptoeing. He gets back into bed and feels for me, I latch onto him. "Where did you go?" I whisper, he chuckles. "I had to pee, sorry for waking you." He whispers, pulling me to his chest.

He's hard

I giggle. "What?" He asks, I pull from his grasp, sitting up. "If you try spooning me with that, there's no way I'm sleeping." I tell him, he sighs. "Sorry, interesting dream." He answers, I smile, I reach over to the bedside table and flick on the lamp, quickly illuminating our space. "What kind of dream?" I ask, he rolls his eyes. "Of course you want to know, you're always so naughty." He mutters, sitting up too, he winces and rubs the side of his head. "You drank a lot more than me."I tell him, he nods. "What time is it anyways?" I ask. "It's almost four." He answers, it was too early to be awake for good. "Feeling hung over?" I ask, he nods. "Just a headache." He answers. "In my dream, we were at the party, I remember you pulling me into the bathroom after we talked to one of my father's friends. But instead of us talking, we ended up getting undressed, and I remember telling you that we could wait, but you were so wet and so eager, I couldn't help myself or even reason with myself enough to wait." He tells me, smiling faintly.

"Of course you have dreams like those, baby." I tease, he just rolls his eyes, clearly not in a great mood, I'm sure the headache wasn't helping. "What did you just call me?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, I smile, he didn't remember talking to me about that. "If you don't like that I could always call you baby boy." I answer, giggling to myself, I could never call him something like that seriously. "Don't do that, it's emasculating." He mutters, I smile, he was always so crusty. "Do you remember all of last night?" I ask, he shakes his head. "There are some grey areas, I don't remember much of what happened after you got into your pjs." He tells me, thinking back. "Well I'm not telling you." I answer daringly, he raises an eyebrow at me. "Why not? What did I do?" He asks, I smile and lay on my back. "Nothing." I answer, trying not to look so smug. "Seriously, what happened?" He asks, scooting over, I close my eyes. "Hey you should know, you were there." I tease, he groans. "You know that irritates me." He tells me, I nod. "I do know that." I answer, he grumbles, I feel his weight move around the bed, soon he's overtop of me. "What happened?" He asks, more stern this time. I open my eyes and lean up, pecking his lips. "I'm serious." He tells me, I just smile, thinking about how cute he was acting earlier, I giggle to myself.

"Why are you laughing so much?" He asks, sounding super annoyed. "You don't have anything to worry about, I promise." I whisper, he shakes his head. "Can't you just tell me?" He asks, I smile. "I could, but what's the fun in that?" I ask, he groans, dropping his head by my neck. "You're exasperating." He mutters, I smile and wrap my arms around him. "Why are you so happy? Did you get lucky or something?" He mutters, I giggle. "No I did not, you were too drunk." I answer, he rolls his eyes. "I'm pretty sober now, why don't you just tell me, so I don't have to get it out of you the hard way?" He asks, I smile, bitting at my lip.

"Don't look at me like that." He groans, rubbing his eyes. "I'm trying to insinuate punishment, and you're all giddy." He murmurs, I try not to smile. "Punishment?" I ask, he nods. "What kind?" I ask, he actually cracks a smile. "What's gotten into you?" He asks, chuckling. "You're excited at the idea of me punishing you, I'm trying to scare you into telling me." He tells me, smiling. "How about you tell me what you had in mind, and we'll see just how scared I am." I whisper, his eyes widen. "Is this what happens when you're up late?" He asks, completely astonished. "I was thinking, I fuck you nice and good until you decide you want to be a good girl and tell me." He whispers, looking me up and down. "Make you ask permission before you cum, if I'm not convinced you want it, I won't let you." He tells me, getting closer and closer to my neck. "And if you cum without my permission, I'll gladly spank you while you take me from behind." He whispers, my face heats up right away.