It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it. "Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine. "Shut up", I whisper. "McGonagall's class starts in ten minutes, I guess you'll be stuck in here until then", he says smirking. "I can leave at any moment", I say, glaring at him. "And then I'd follow you, and what would people think when they see us leaving a tiny closet like this, together", he whispers and God his voice makes me shiver. "You're such an arrogant git". "And you're a sad nerd". "Stupid sod!" "Pathetic halfblood" "Useless, stuck-up brat!" And then his lips collide with mine, all of the sudden, filled with passion. And I kiss him back. - This was my first HP fanfiction EVER. It's not great, but it's a quick, fun read I guess. If you want something a little more in depth and less ... cringy, I recommend checking out my other works haha All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life. #1 in malfoyxreader #1 in dracoxreader #1 in Malfoy #1 in Pureblood #1 in Potter

K.W **PART 1 UNDER EDITING** °•°•° PART 1 Started: 09/10/20 Finished: 03/12/20 PART 2 Started: 04/12/20 Finished: --/--/-- °•°•° Under the pink and orange hues of the sky he looked eathereal- somewhere between sinfully demonic and what could only be described as godly, he was heaven, hell and all that lies in-between. The split of the heavens, as it were. So beautifully broken right before my eyes, and all mine. "Do you mind?" He snapped, his expression marred. "What?'' I chuckled. He ran his hand through the halo of blond hair, I wanted to touch it again, to feel my hands grasp onto it as we gave into the feral hunger that periled inside of us. I knew he felt it too. Even after all these years everything about the man fascinated me and drowned my senses as though it were the very first time. "You know I hate being stared at." He grunted, tucking his hands into his grey pant pockets and continuing to stroll along the cobbled foot bridge. °•°•

"You're just a filthy little Slut" He said as he had you pinned against the cold stone wall. "No i'm not" you said as you glared at him, looking into his cold grey eyes. "No? Well how about I show you how much of a filthy slut you are then" he stated coldly as he began to take off his button up shirt. • This story is very toxic and if you don't like that get lost, don't leave hate on my story or you will be blocked :) • There is 18+ scenes as well, if you don't like it, leave, there are smut and drama scenes as well.