It started as a joke DracoxReader

The Questions

"My sweet" he whispered as he tugged aw3ay at the little clothes that remained on you.

"Have you missed me?" you smiled as his fingers worked quickly at the buttons of your shirt.

"You have no idea" he leaned in to kiss your neck again, begging for you with his lips.

"I do, actually" you assured him as your own hands worked on his clothes. A small laugh escaped his throat as you pulled away his shirt.

"Good" he seemed to groan, suddenly leaning down to wrap his arms around your body, picking you up quickly and turning to set you on the desk behind him. You gasped a little as your back hit the wood, his hands set themselves to your thighs running up them taking your skirt up with them. He made little work of your underwear, hitching his fingers into the seams and ripping them from your body.

"Hey" you complained as the fabric shards fell to the ground.

"Shut up" he growled, making your heart skip.

"Yes daddy" you nodded. You let your head hit the desk as he lowered himself to his knees. His mouth met you fast, his tongue rolling perfectly as it always did. You let your fingers find their way to his hand, moaning again and again as he worked his magic on you. Your body heats up to the point where you worried you may melt. As noises started rolling from you they were met with a chorus of his own, making your body shudder under him as they did.

"Fuck" you moaned as he pushed a finger into you, his tongue not relieving its rolling pattern on your clit. His free hand lifting to steady your already shaking legs, his fingers digging into the blushed flesh. Just as you felt your body start to tease its end, he pulled away letting his hands fall completely. You let out a whimper as he did, your body quickly rolling away from you.

"You are so fucking beautiful" he spoke as he leaned over you now, his hand pressing into the desk.

"I love you" you barely made the words leave you before he kissed you. You hadn't even noticed he had taken off his pants until he was inside of you. A moan seeping into your mouth as he did, matched only by your own fever-pitched moan in return.

"I am never letting you leave my side again," he said even as his voice rattled. His body meetings yours with every thrust. His fingers gripped hard onto the edge of the desk, using it to steady both of you. His other hand snaking up your side stopping only once it met your neck. His fingers were your absolute favorite necklace, and they fit you so perfectly as if they were made for you. You felt that high whispering to you again, this time is caved without warning. Making you moan his name as you collapsed around him.

You were thankful he had you laying on your back because you had lost track of the time. He was relentless, making up for two weeks of this,  two weeks of you. You dug your fingers into his back as he started losing his rhythm. He moved you suddenly, flipping your body so your were chest down on the desk. His motions got harder, rougher, pushing you again towards another climax. He leaned in as he pounded, the desk now free to hit into the wall behind it. He lent his lips to your shoulders, leaving deep purple marks as they worked their way over you leaving his final mark on your neck before he came.

"Fuck yes baby" the words were the greatest music you'd ever heard, your body returning the favor once again. Leaving you panting into the wood, his hand raising to smack your ass, stinging as it did. Two weeks was definitely too long.

You fell back into the swing of things easy, spending most of Saturday morning running between teachers to find the work you needed to finish for Monday. It was lunchtime by the time you had managed to track everyone down. It was odd how many of them asked you the same question,

Are you okay? You knew whispers took over Hogwarts easy but you never thought professors were privy to idle adolescent gossip.

---

It was surprisingly hot in the hall even as the snow took over the world outside, a blizzard had all put pushed away any hope you had of enjoying Hogsmeade next weekend in the sun.

"Y/N" you heard a voice behind you as you occupied your usual seat in the great hall. Draco tapping his spoon on his cup impatiently.

"Hey" you nodded as you turned, seeing Neville standing behind you. He had seemed to have gotten braver, the last time he walked over to your table he nearly trembled in his shoes. The rest of the Slytherin table stared at him, surprised by his bravery.

"Can I..." he looked to Draco, then back to you "talk to you?"

"Hmm mhm" you quickly chewed away at what you had left on your plate. Looking at Draco you asked, "I will see you in charms?"

"Sweet" Draco spoke, giving you his normal jealous look. Though it didn't match the looks the rest of the table gave you.

"Darling" you shook your head at him, smiling. He glanced over at Neville, who just watched his feet. You leaned down to Draco, still smiling as you touched his face softly whispering, "I love you" he sighed at your words, nodding to you.

"Keep your hands to yourself Longbottom" Draco teased as you started walking away.

"You're not scary Malfoy" Theodore rolled his eyes at Draco. Who scoffed.

"I am not the one he should be worried about"

"Whats up Neville?" you asked as you stood alone in the hallway.

"Are you... okay?" he asked

"uh.. yeah? Why?"

"There are rumors" he took a second to seemingly pep himself up "That you were at the Malfoy Manor during your suspension?"

You didn't know what you were expecting him to say, maybe something about Herbology, but not this.

"Uh..." you weren't very often left without words, but you weren't sure how to respond to this.

"People whisper" He kept talking "I just wanted to make sure you were really okay"

"Neville... I'm fine. The Malfoy's would never hurt me" you assured him.

"We all know who they work for," he said suddenly.

"Neville" you stopped him "I am going to pretend I didn't hear that. And if you know what's good for you, you will never talk about it again." you turned to walk away when he spoke again.

"We just wanted to make sure you weren't one of them" who is we?

"Neville," you walked back to him, standing close enough that you could whisper. "I don't know why you think you can just talk to me like this, but you need to move on. Don't be daft. And tell whoever we is, that I am just another student. Like you. "

"So are you saying you're not one of them?" Why all of a sudden was he so brave?

"The Malfoy's aren't your enemy, Longbottom" you pulled away from him "I think it's best if you don't speak to me anymore."

"Okay..." he looked saddened but nodded. "I just had to know you were okay"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you for... asking" you let yourself leave him standing there, if it had gotten to the point where they sent Neville to question you, then you had to wonder what people were really saying.