Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader

Magical

"Draco ...", you sighed softly when his lips wandered down your neck. "We'll be late ..."

"Hmm," the tone vibrated against your skin and his hot breath caused a shiver to run down your spine.

"We should really go," you whispered.

"In a minute," he replied, his eyes closed as his lips searched for yours. They met and his hands found your hips, pressing his body up against yours. You gasped but the sound was drowned by him. The kiss became faster, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your head was spinning and you felt light-headed as if you were high up on the clouds and not in an empty classroom in the dungeons of Hogwarts. The Slytherin seemed to have that effect on you and you already knew that the moment he pulled away, your body would be trembling, aching for more for him.

Draco's fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it out of your skirt until you felt his hands on your bare skin. This was the moment where your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss. Turning back, he looked at you confused and out of breath. His usually perfect hair was messy, his lips red and puffy. The green and silver tie around hung loosely around his neck and the first buttons of his shirt were already opened, barely covering up the red lines of a hickey you'd given him.

You had done it to tease him, knowing how much he despised marks or blemishes on his body but it had only ended with him, pulling you in here and pressing you up against the cold stone wall. "Seems like I need to teach you a lesson," he had grumbled, his eyes suddenly black as the night and your melted right then and there, trembling with excitement.

Now, he stared at you with a hunger in his eyes that made it clear to you, he wasn't ready to leave yet. You, however, didn't want to miss the announcement the Headmistress so mysteriously wanted to give tonight at supper.

"We only have around five or ten minutes to get there," you repeated yourself. "Let's go!"

He rolled his eyes and leaned forward, his forehead resting against yours. "Why do you want to go so badly?", he asked. "The others can tell us later –"

"But I want to hear it. It sounded important."

"Speaking from experience, most things our headmasters or headmistresses announce is less important than they think."

You chuckled. "That's your opinion. I'm also hungry."

"Yeah, me too," he replied and tilted his head again. Before he could press his lips against yours, he was stopped by your finger on his mouth.

You chuckled. "Draco."

"Ugh," he sighed dramatically and let go of you. "Fine..."

"Stop whining," you laughed and reached down to grab the robe that he had pulled down your shoulders just minutes earlier. He only smirked at you.

The last two weeks were a blurr. You were drawn to one another, addicted, starving for each other. Lighting struck in your hearts with every whisper, every kiss, every touch. He never left your mind, all your thoughts circled around him. Around being close to him. Being with him. It was ridiculous how much your body longed to feel him against yours. He made you feel things you didn't know existed. In conclusion, it wasn't possible to describe the time with him adequately. Magical was a word the muggles would probably use.

Sometimes, in the quiet moments, when you watched him work in the library or nod off in the Room of Requirements, a thought entered your mind. It crept up like a monster behind his prey, careful and silent but just as dangerous: This isn't friendship.

You shut it out but it kept coming back. Waking you in the middle of the night, distracting you when you studied, made you forget your homework. Until now, you were successful in ignoring it. However, along with the thought came the fear that it wouldn't leave you.