pureblood.

t h i r t y - e i g h t

"I'm Ivy. Nice to meet you." I say holding my hand out for him to shake it.

"What are you doing?" He says with a confused look on his face.

"Starting over."

He sighs and shakes my hand. "Draco Malfoy. It's a pleasure to meet you too." He says sarcastically with a smirk. "What's your family name?"

"Snape." I reply rolling my eyes knowing exactly where the conversation is going.

"Ivy Snape. That's a strange name." He says with a smile on the verge of laughing slightly.

"My real name is even stranger." I say realising that he doesn't know my real name.

"Go on then."

"Ivy Avery." I say shyly looking down at my lap.

"Merlin. Your right. Stick with Snape." He laughs.

I reach over my bag and push him teasingly. We both laugh. It's nice seeing him laugh. He should smile more often, it brightens his face. Makes him look alive.

"So Miss Snape. Where are you from?" He asks after we calm down from laughing.

"Originally Surrey but my family moved around a lot so I spent the last couple of years in York." I explain again knowing that he already knows this about me. "What about you?"

"Wiltshire." He says with a smile. "My family own a Manor in the middle of nowhere." He boasts.

"So your a posh git then?" I say mockingly.

"You could say that. My father comes from old money so he inherited most of our fortune." He explains. "Git is a bit harsh though isn't it?"

"I could describe you in worse words." I say with a smirk.

"I thought we were staring over?"

"We are."

"Go on then." He says.

"What?" I say looking at him.

He is leaning over my bag and looking at me. He wants me to tell him the words I've used. He's curious. "Tell me what words you would use to describe me. I won't be offended."

"Arrogant. Selfish. Rude. Nosey." I ramble. "Captivating. Beautiful..." I stop myself before I give too much away.

He takes his hand and rubs the right side of his neck. "Wow all that and we've only known each other five minutes." He says cockily. Why did he have to joke. He always turned everything into something to mock. He breaks the moment of silence between us. "Impulsive. Ruthless. Fearless. Emotional. Fascinating. Gorgeous. Do you want me to go on?"

All the blood rushes to my cheeks making them rosey and flushed. His words are charming and unexpected. Merlin, I want to kiss him to bad. He has put a spell on me and I don't want it to wear off.

"Are you going soft on me, Malfoy?" I tease as I lean closer to him.

"Don't push it." He snaps back at me.

"And what are you going to do if I don't?"

"I'll take you in the back of this car." He says calmly. His so sexy when he threatens me.

"Will you now? And how do you expect your Father not to notice?" I tease. I can't stop myself. "Or do you like being watched?" I can't control my tongue. It's poisoness like the venom of a snake.

"Behave yourself my darling and maybe you will find out." He says putting his hand on my naked thigh. Goosebumps form on my skin as his cold hands press against it.

I bite my lip in anticipation of what might happen later that night. I can feel myself getting wet between my legs. He enjoys making me speechless. Because that's what I am. I can't think of anything to say.

"Yeah. I thought that would shut you up." He smirks while looking me up and down. I can feel him slowly undressing me with his eyes.

I can't stop looking at his lips. They are so plump and juicy. I want to kiss him again.

He looks over to the front seat again to see if his father had noticed our closeness. He didn't. Draco slowly moved his hands further up my thigh, getting closer to my cunt.

"What are you doing? You father is right there!" I say wide eyed.

"And." He says with a careless smirk on his lips. His hand is right between my thighs, slowly making its way to my pussy. I open my legs a little so that his hand can reach it underneath my skirt. "You wanted to take things slow. You get what you ask for." He says as his fingers touch my little clit making me moan. He moves his fingers slowly, round and round on my clit through my knickers. "Fuck." He says under his breath.

"What?" I say through a light moan.

"I didn't even need to do anything and you're already soaking." He says leaning in to kiss me.

His lips meet mine as passion takes control over us. The taste of his toothpaste still on his tongue. The cold pressure against my lips like an ice cube, but his tongue is warm.

He suddenly stops and pulls way from me. Sitting back at the window. Lucius must have looked over at us. Did he catch us?