The Minster's Daughter- Draco Malfoy

on my knees.

MATURE SHIT AHEAD. I mean it, this is fucking filthy. Daddy kink warning.

"Oh, apologies. Must have got my days mixed up."

She stopped, mid-dance. He'd done this four times. 'Got his days mixed up.' Realistically, it was an excuse to be around her, but he'd never admit it.

"It's okay, do you have a free too?" she asked.

"Yeah, I have this and the next lesson free. Was just gonna write in my book, but if you feel disturbed, I can always come another time." He didn't even look sorry, which amused her.

"No, not at all. Come in." she laughed.

He recollected himself, moving to sit on the bay window.

"What shitty muggle music are you flouncing around at today?"

He very much liked to poke fun at her for dancing to 'muggle music' and for being friends with Potter and his minions. Most of the time, she brushed it off with a sneer. He did have a tendency to change his demeanour when talking to her around her friends, but Potter genuinely boiled his blood. They agreed not to tell anybody about where they go in their free time. She was very dramatic about it, as if they were Romeo and Juliet. He honestly couldn't care any less. But that's just him.

"I'm stretching. In silence."

Now though, he seemed remotely in a good, jokey mood. She rolled her eyes at his sneer, turning to her notes.

He watched as she looked through them, then stood up and put her hands in front of her, and putting them on the ground so that her behind was in the air. Her legs bent, and he could feel himself going light-headed at the sight of her on all-fours.

She continued it for a while, every so often resting on her forearms, and stretching her legs. He paid special attention to the sighs she let slip while she stretched, his cock clearly doing the same. If he hadn't of been wearing robes, it would've been spotted by now, considering the way her leggings shaped her rear end. When she got up, pulling her arms over her head and groaning when she stretched upwards, his resolve snapped.

---------------------------------------------------

She heard rustling, followed by his footsteps coming closer to her, which confused her. Her wrist was grabbed, and he turned her around with ease, his face mere centimetres from hers. His breath was cold against her face, strongly smelling of mint. His eyes bore into her hooded, tired ones and his hand was still tightly around her wrist.

"Do you moan and groan like that in front of all of your little boyfriends, or was that a treat for me?" He seethed. He looked angry, lustful and angry. Not like she should've been, but she became wet between her legs. His hand trailed from her hip to her waist, back down, back up, sending shivers climbing up her spine. Her eyes were wide, she had no idea what to say. What was he doing? Getting closer, that's what he was doing. she only knew that because she felt something that wasn't his leg on her leg. "Answer me, now!" He shouted, gripping her wrist tighter.

She stuttered.

"I- I don't know. Erm-"

"What did I say just now? It seems to me like you didn't hear me. I said ANSWER ME NOW!" He shouted through gritted teeth, grabbing her neck with his free hand. There was a vein coming out of his head, near his temple that trailed to his hungry grey eyes.

"NO I DON'T" she shouted back, getting up in his face. Now she was basically sat backward on the sofa arm, his hand on her throat and his other tightly around her wrist.