⚓︎ 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 ⚓︎

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I never intended for Draco to actually agree with me, in fact, I was hoping he wouldn't. Now that I was actually processing my thoughts, I had no idea how this was going to happen.

"Wait," I said quietly to Draco. He looked down at me, pale face reflecting the orange fire than gleamed beside us.

"Blaise, actually, can you just wait outside and make sure no one comes in?" I asked. He seemed to draw out his face a bit- almost like he was upset- but he nodded, nevertheless, and walked out of the common room.

I sighed and looked back to Draco, who stared at me with daring eyes. "I didn't want to share you anyways." He smirked, continuing to kiss me.

Though Draco didn't seem to mind, I was still terribly uncomfortable. I didn't expect him to agree, for one, and I didn't expect Blaise to except. I didn't want to share myself anyway— or my time with Draco.

He pushed back inside me again, holding the knife to my throat. I bit my tongue in suspense. I would not be able to make a single sound, I didn't even want to imagine what he'd do if I did— all I knew is that he would definitely punish me.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders as a stream of pleasure, pain, and the fear of being caught boiled into of me. I clenched my jaw and gritted my teeth. Draco threw his head back, mouth open as he inhaled air.

He continued to push, back and forth, rhythmically. Like a race leading to the finish line, we had finally reached the end. Both of us managed to choke out a distraught nose, a noise neither of us knew.

But he didn't seem to notice, thankfully, because my noise was drowned out by his. I allowed him to continue, curling my toes as the sensation of finishing cradled my body.

I couldn't picture a more perfect moment.

He looked back down at me, blond hair stringing across his forehead. His back was warm and moving beautifully, and his eyes stared into mine, innocence was erased in his, but remained visible in mine.

My fingers slid from his shoulders to his neck, where my fingers grasped a heap of blond hair.

We continued like that for what seemed like forever, until, eventually, he stopped and bent down into my ear, warm breath trailing into my ear. "We have to stop now, doll, the quidditch game is over."

I nodded and allowed him to climb off the sofa and pull on his clothes. I did the same, my face red and my body sore. Last time we had done this I had a lot more difficult time moving, so I was pleased I could at least use my legs.

I pulled my sweater over my head, then my pants. I turned to see Draco looking straight at me. "What?" I asked, cocking my head at him. He shook his head and smiled slightly.

"You always look so adorable after I steal your innocence." He smirked, voice smooth. I rolled my eyes and tossed the knife that he had left on the couch at him.

"Watch it, doll." He caught the knife between his fingers, then began twirling it as he looked at me, standing idly. I sighed and walked to the door, allowing him to follow behind.

His footsteps sounded behind me, and I opened the door for him to leave. "Goodbye, doll." I smiled, using his own word against him. He shook his head playfully, slipping the knife back into his pocket.

He grasped my hand for a few moments, then placed a kiss onto the top of my forehead. My cheeks grew dark red, blushing as his lips touched my skin. He then turned back toward the door and walked out, disappearing into the hallway.

I heard Blaise say something to Draco, but I had already shut the door too early to head his words. I walked away with a smile on my face. Draco Malfoy is so unbelievably charming.

I clambered up the stairs to the dormitories and slipped into my sleep clothes, stomach still churning as I relieved from evening with Malfoy. Everything about him just makes me so fluttery; something like butterflies in my stomach.

I headed down to the bathroom just as the Gryffindor students burst in, cheering and yelling. We had won.

I smiled with them and said hi to Hermione, who wore red paint on her face and a sparkle in her eyes. She had a beaming smile. "It was such a close game, but in the end we won!" She exclaimed, following me into the bathroom.

I nodded with a smile, holding the door open for her. She followed me inside and stood at one of the sinks, washing the paint off her face. I stood at the sink next to it, splashing the cool liquid onto my face.

"And Ron was so amazing." She blushed, her voice dreamy and angelic. I looked at her through the mirror. I could see the absolute love in her face. It looked as if she was so madly in love she was about to fall for him even more.

"You guys are so absolutely amazing together." I said with a grin, turning off the facet. She turned off hers as well, then turned toward me, her hands still holding onto the sink.

"And how are you and Malfoy?" She asked with a head tilt, those brunette curls of hers falling so perfectly along her shoulder.

"We're, hm... Growing closer, that's for sure." I smiled mysteriously, as if leaving everything else to her imagination. She raised her eyebrows with a smirk, the mystery of my sentence clinging to the air.

I walked out of the bathroom with Hermione on my hills. We walked up the stairs side-by-side up to the dormitories. Hermione got changed and slid into bed.

I pulled a book from my nightstand and began flipping through the pages, the soft light of my lamp producing just enough light for me to read the words on the pages.

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