We Belong Together || Draco Malfoy X Reader

86| Uncontrollable

Y/N POV

Weeks passed and Draco did keep his words. He always came to dinner with me now and we got to spend more time together although it was still not as much as we used to have. As for shagging, we didn't do it in our room anymore; didn't know the clear reason why but he told me that we needed more privacy and the room of requirement had it. I almost missed my monthly potion this month, luckily, he always reminded me about that before we shagged.

November marked the start of Hogwarts' Quidditch season. This also meant I had a constant worry as panic attack always got me whenever Draco mentioned how thrilled he was about the Quidditch match. He was so sure Slytherin would win this year. Frankly, I didn't care about who the winner would be. If I could take my family role in the ministry right now, my first official act was going to be banning Quidditch for people under the age of 18.

Anyway, the dickhead from the Slug Club turned out to be in the Gryffindor's team. Draco picked a fight with him the other day when they passed by each other after his long Quidditch practice. Blaise informed me about everything that happened between those two. Draco hit the boy first and punches were exchanged between the two of them. The dickhead was said to have swollen eyes and some bruises on his face while my lovely boyfriend only got a little scratch on his lips.

"Why can't I just use magic to heal this?" He groaned as I smeared the healing ointment on his cut for the fifth time after the accident days ago.

"Because magic can't heal everything perfectly. This may take times but the result will be better," I smiled.

"Keep smiling like that to me."

"Smiling is tiring, so no," I said before stepping away to put the ointment back inside the tallboy.

"That sucks. By the way, I have my Quidditch robe cleaned earlier today. Would you like to maybe try wearing it?" He asked.

"Why? Aren't you going to wear it for the match later?"

"I called in sick. You can wear it and yes, you don't have to worry much about me getting hurt from chasing the snitch," he replied casually.

A smirk crept upon my face as I walked closer to him. He had already smiled smugly, opening his arms widely for me. "What's your plan, Mr Malfoy?"

"Actually, I want to show off what's mine to everyone but unfortunately, I'm not gonna play," he chuckled darkly, "I just want to see you in my clothes Y/N, you'll look hot as always."

"I know," I giggled as I walked away from him, about to go to the wardrobe room. "But why are you suddenly faking sick?" I asked.

"To see you in my Quidditch robe? What else?"

I mentally rolled my eyes and proceeded to get his Quidditch robe in the wardrobe room. What was the best thing about wearing Draco's clothes? The redolence. It surrounded me as if he was embracing me tightly. Even when it just got washed this morning, it still had Draco's scent on it. I didn't know much about other boys but Draco's clothes were definitely way bigger than mine. It covered my whole body without leaving even a tiny area to be revealed.

"Well well, how do I look?" I asked, coming out from the wardrobe room.

"Oh, I wish I could fuck you right now."

I giggled in response and he joined in after saying, "No, seriously. You're tempting."

"Thank you, lecherous boy."

"We have one whole day off, let's make a baby," he bluntly suggested. He must be insane to think that I would say yes to that. Then I sent him a look that demanded an explanation of what he just said.