Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter sixty six- i still hate you

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Draco's voice was belligerent, so much so that I felt myself internally cower

"When I ask a question, I expect to receive an answer" he spat with petulant spite as he walked towards me, making me back away further into my bedroom
"Lower your expections, then" I responded dully, "I don't have to tell you a single thing"
"That's a death wish right there, love" he said with a bitter laugh as the door shut behind him
"I'd take dying over having to be in your intolerable presence any day" I responded, steadily holding his glare with one of my own
"So what? You fucked him?" He demanded, nursing his half empty glass and making the chunks of ice swirl against the glass
"Maybe I did, so what, Malfoy?" I said with a incredulous laugh,
"Fucking hell, you can't get up from your knees for more than a couple days, can you?" He said, bringing the dark amber liquid to his mouth and brushing away the excess off his bottom lip with the back of his thumb
"It shouldn't make any difference to you" I said, looking off to the side, "it's not like you give a shit about me"
"I don't" he snarled with a venomous smirk
"So leave me alone" I countered, crossing my arms over my rib cage
"Why'd you do it?" He pressed forcefully, ignoring my last command, "huh? Why'd you fuck him."
"God I didn't fuck him!" I yelled, rubbing my eyes tiredly, "is that what you wanted to hear?"
"So where'd you run off to?" He roared, glass clinking loudly as he set it down on my nightstand
"I went out to the gardens, and he found me" I responded with a heavy sigh
"And?"
"And nothing"
"You're lying" he said, shoving an accusatory finger in my face, "you're a fucking liar, Lestrange, now tell me the truth, what the hell were-"
"I KISSED HIM" I shouted, and he halted, his breathing slowing as he stared at me with a disbelieving look of malice
"Are you mental?" He snarled with narrowed eyes
"Why don't you just go run off to Astoria?" I said scornfully
"Is that what this is about?" He replied with a low chuckle as he cocked him head to one side, walking over to me hooking a finger under my chin, "you got jealous?"

I abbored how implicitly he comprehended me

"Of course not" I said, shaking my head defensively, "you kiss whoever you want, and so will I"
"Mh, actually it's I kiss whoever I want, and you don't" he hummed
"And who decided that?" I said with a scoff
"I did"
"Go to hell" I said with an exhaustive breath, making to leave until he roughly pulled me back by the jaw, caressing the side of my face gingerly with his thumb
"Uh uh, no you don't" he crooned softly, jerking my head back to face him as I tried to look away, "we're not done"
"I think we are" I said, slightly breathless from how close our faces were
"I decide when we're done" he sneered, "just like I decide who you kiss and who you fuck"
"Hm? Were you saying something?" My mock innocence was laced with heated annoyance

He closed his mouth slowly, letting out an unamused laugh through his nose. I was sure he was going to kill me by the way his free hand curled into a shaking fist and his grip on my jaw tightened unbearably

Instead he kissed me

What Draco Malfoy has taught me is that when you allow detestation to fester and provoke it to its most daring chagrin, it will develop into a disoriented dependency on release. Common sense blurred like fog during spring, moderation was no longer in existence. To me, there was only him. To him, there was only me.

He walked back against my body, and I let myself fall onto the bed when I felt the back of my knees hit the side of the mattress. His mouth blended into mine, heavy breathing in flawless tandem with my own. Hands sauntering from my face to my neck, to my shoulders and down my stomach. His touch incinerated rapture wherever it ventured, his tongue was creating marks below my ear. His hand gliding underneath my back, fumbling with the ribbons of my dress, making us laugh quietly as he failed in untying the intricate knots. Lifting himself off my body, he brushed his hands under my forearms and I gripped his as he pulled me up with him

"Turn around" when I obliged, I felt a series of gentle tugs at the corset built into my ballgown before the tight fabric fell loosely at my feet, and I turned around to smile as he motionlessly stared at me in my undergarments, "lie back down. Now"

I observed as he shrugged off his black suit coat, letting it fall at his feet before leaning down to rejoin our lips. My fingers twisted against the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling it off him with his help. The buckle of my bra unclasped with a soft click, and soon we were entangled in each other, both bare chested and breathing in erratic patterns. I shuddered as I felt a cold wash of skin against my thin underwear, kneading in gradual circles. He yanked them off with ease, shooting me a sly look before descending onto his knees and draping both my legs over his shoulders. I let out a breathy moan as I felt his breath fan against my clit torturously

"Draco..." I groaned, propping myself up by the elbows to scowl at his teasing expression
"What do you say?" He asked with both brows raised
"Shut up-ohh" he cut me off by brushing a finger subtly against my clit
"Aw, look at you" he lulled with a smirk as he applied a slight amount of pressure, "aren't you pathetic?"
"Mhm" I murmured through tightly closed lips
"oh yeah, you want me to eat you out so fucking bad, don't you, you pretty little slut?" He jeered
"Yes" I gasped, shutting my eyes against the pressure in my stomach, "please"

That's all he needed, immediately delving his face in between my legs and sliding his tongue up and down as his hands caressed the sides of thighs to steady himself. I clasped a hand over my mouth to minimise the sound of my moans as he accelerated his motions, prodding deeper inside me and making my ankles visibly tremble with pressure. And all at once, the tension in my stomach dwindled as he pulled his mouth away from my clit and stood up, wiping cream white liquid off his mouth with the back of his arm

"What..." I trailed off, speechless as I watched from the bed as he made his way to the nightstand, picking up his glass. With his eyes fixed purposefully on me, he dipped his fingers into the drink, swirling the ice around them before picking up a singular cube and slipping it into his smirking mouth. My eyes widened with anticipation as he set the glass back down, resuming his previous position with my ankles dangling over his shoulders. The tension returned in tenfold, this time even the flesh of my hand did scarcely anything to muffle my moans as the stinging frigidity of the ice numbed my clit, spreading euphoric pleasure throughout my entire body. He manoeuvred it with his tongue to glide through the ripples in my clit, leaving behind a biting chill through ever intertwinement. When the first ice cube melted against his tongue, he promptly placed another one onto it and against me, the sensation driving me to the brink of unhinged exhilaration. After the last cube of ice had thawed to a shard, I came directly into his mouth with a outcry of elation. As I sat up with a groan, he stood up with white dripping down his neck, which protruded with veins from the exertion of energy. Without a word, he walked around to the other side of the bed,

"You're not going to leave?" I asked, craning my head to the side in uncertainty, making him press his hands on the edge of the mattress, looking up at me with cold eyes
"Do you want me to?" His voice was strangely earnest, as if my answer genuinely meant something to him
"...no" he smirked at what I said, lifting up the covers and sliding in before holding out a hand at me
"Come here, then" I hesitated, and he noticed, "It's okay, (y/n)"

So I took his hand, and he gently pulled me into him. I couldn't recall the numerous reasons I should kick him out, my mind was busy marvelling at how seamlessly my body fit into him.

"Draco" I whispered as the darkness of the sky began its pigmentation of morning hues
"Hm?" He hummed back a response with his arm resting over the side of my stomach and his chest against my back
"I still hate you" I mumbled with a soft smile that he didn't catch
"As do I" he muttered into my hair
"No like I really really hate you-"
"Go to sleep you fucking dungbrain" he chuckled lightly

I fell asleep to the calming breeze of his breaths against my neck