"Y/N'' Draco's voice echoed bounced of the walls in the tower and hit you in the face, your pace instantly quickened. ''You better be good at hiding, because I am coming for you, and you're going to loose" "You see his bright white hair being swept away by the warm sunlight consuming all colours. The air from the vent is cold and sneaks up on you, sending goosbumps crawling across your skin" ''He gave you everything your soul hungered for, chaos, danger, violence and dominace." ''Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how it feels to loose'' ''Ask'' He said. His breath against your pulsating lips. His face was so close that if you puckered your lips you would touch his. ''I want to hear you say it'' He whispered and looked at your lips. ''I need to hear you beg for it''. ''Tell me what you want Y/N'' You stopped kissing him and opened your eyes to see him look at you with smug anticipation. You hated him trough your eyes but yearned for him in every single other way. You hated feeding in to his narcissisms and competetiveness. 'I want you to put a hand in my hair, and pull it every time you remember how much you hate me'' ''I want you to pleasure me in to submission''