'Ophelia suddenly gasped as the book splashed into the water, the water soaking through the pages immediately. Draco watched it float with a smirk on his face, his eyes cold as he adverted them to her.
"Pick it up." He spoke deeply and teasingly, his smirk growing once he saw her clench her fists. He thought she wouldn't hit him or even think about laying a hand on him or anyone, but a sudden slap to his face told him different.
"You pick it up bitch."'
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Ophelia Jones and Draco Malfoy, the complete opposites. Or so they think. Everyone keeps them apart, scared that if they ever meet they will become unstoppable. She lets everyone take advantage of her, and he's cruel to everyone. They are exactly what they need in each others life, they are what make each other 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱. And after he gets a taste of her, there will be no going back to the obsession that will start brewing.
His hands gripped her waist, and his head fit perfectly in the crook of her neck. She leaned back into his chest, a small smile spreading across her face as she tilted her head to one side, allowing him to lean down and plant light kisses down her neck. Her hand reached up and curled around the back of his neck, gently pulling him down because she wanted him even closer.
Her hips began swaying with the music. He tightened his grip on her waist before moving his hips as well, pressing them tight against hers. She moved her hips from side to side, the friction sending a new wave of heat through Draco.
"Fuck, do that again," he muttered against her neck.
│MATURE CONTENT WARNING; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+│
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