Malfoy's servant

"fine, if you want me to shut up so bad, then make me." I shove him, jokingly. He stared at me without saying a word, and his eyes went dark. I knew the words in which I had just spoke, would be the death of me.

"Repeat it, and I just might Riddle." He said.

I looked at him and laughed. He pushed me on the wall, slamming his hands on each side of my head. "Did I say something funny, love?" He said through his teeth. "No Malfoy. You sure as hell look funny though." I smirked.

He scoffed and said, "I'm just gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you." I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "Sure Malfoy." I declared. His hand went up my shirt and to the back of my bra. "You're cute aren't you, you think that you can do and say whatever you want just because you're his daughter." He muttered.

"That's right." I claimed. He started laughing hysterically. "You're a piece of work!" Remarked Draco. "I know." I mumbled. He chuckled and unsnapped my bra with one hand and used the other to lift my shirt. "So darling, you wanna keep being a brat?" He whispered. I looked at him smirked. "Yes." I boldly replied.

"You brought this on yourself, love." He insisted.