I Will Never Love You (draco malfoy x reader)

III

A/N- Hello lovelies! I wanted to say a couple of things.

This chapter, and a few others, will have some spicy actions. If you don't like that, skip. This will also revolve around a slightly toxic relationship between Draco and y/n. If you don't like that, I suggest not reading.

If all of this is good, keep reading!

I would love to hear from you in the comments. Advice, things you want to happen, grammar mistakes I make, anything! I'd love the help, especially this early in the story.

Thank you so much for reading, enjoy!

(p.s. I wrote most of this during class at 7am so if it's a lil wonky just let me know in the comments and I'll fix it haha tysm<3)

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After a long twenty minutes, Snape stands up. "I will be back in five minutes. Don't move."

I nod at him, and he walks out, locking the door behind him.

Draco stands up, and saunters over to my desk, resting his hands on it, and leaning against it, looking down at me.

"What, Malfoy?" I pout.

"We should... talk. About yesterday."

"There's nothing to talk about," I look to the side and frown.

He grabs my chin lightly and pulls it so my eyes look at his. He gazes at my lips for a moment, and I bite them in response. He looks back at my eyes, almost angry, his hand wraps a little tighter around my head, pushing it up a little further. "You're not gonna talk about anything we mentioned to anybody. Understood?"

I nod lightly.

"Good," He begins to walk back to his seat.

"Wait," I stand from my desk. He turns.

"What?"

"I... I don't know." I sit back in my chair, wondering as to why I had to call him back. Maybe to look into his eyes once more.

He smirks and tilts his head before walking over to me again. I sit up straight feeling butterflies in my stomach. 

Why the fuck am I excited?

"You can't stay away from me, can you, slut," he spits.

Heat rushes to my face. "Fuck you," I spit back.

"I know you'd love to," He grabs my chin once more and tilts my head to face him. "But you'll never get that gift."

"I'm not the one impatient for sex. I'm not the one that fucks every girl in the Slytherin house."

"Oh, I'm sure you've had your fair share of Hufflepuffs or mudblood Gryffindor's."

"In fact, I've never had anybody. Unlike someone here, I have a little respect for my body," I realize what I said, and I blush again, and look away.

He grips my chin harder and forces me to look at him, my cheeks slightly being pushed together. "Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll take you," His eyes become dark, filled with lust.

"Maybe, if you're lucky, I'll talk to you again one day," I glare straight into his glooming eyes. "Fuck off."

"You're gonna regret saying that, y/l/n."

"The only thing I regret is ever thinking, maybe you weren't that bad."

His eyes change from lustful, to hurt, then quickly to anger. "Don't ever think anything more about me," He says, and marches to his seat.