Draco shoved Harry against the wall, his wand cold tip pressing against Harry's chin, a smirk playing on his lips, his eyes burning with intensity.
"You look so delicious " he whispered, his voice low and dangerous.
Harry smiled faintly, challenging. "Wanna kill me, Malfoy?"
"Maybe," Draco replied, tightening his grip on the wand.
"Why not just kill me already?" Harry said,
"It's not like i wanna continue living anyway"
his voice bitter, eyes holding back tears.
Draco paused, then smirked. "Not yet,"
He said and lowered his wand and slowly walked away, only to come back
And Without hesitation, Draco leaned in and kissed Harry fiercely. The kiss was urgent, almost desperate, as if neither could wait another second. Harry's hands grabbed Draco's hair, pulling him closer, as Draco's other hand slid to Harry's waist, pressing their bodies together. The kiss deepened, hot and possessive...
I do Not own the characters, they all belong to j.k Rowling 👌🏻
⚠️ this fanfic contains:
Smut
Self harm
Also this fic is in the 8th year
~top draco~
Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up for grabs and there's no way she's letting that slip through her fingers. But then she's goes and makes one impulsive mistake that changes everything.
Wesley Reed has it all.
As the golden boy of the Charlotte Colts football team, he's got the talent, the looks, and a future so bright it's practically blinding. Girls throw themselves at him, professors let things slide, and the world bends to his will.
But when a required freshmen paper threatens his eligibility, the two are brought together in a sick twist of academic fate. Cameron can't get him out of her head and Wesley isn't making it any easier with his cocky smirk and insistent charm. Their arrangement teeters on the edge of disaster as unresolved tension and late-night study sessions give way to a steamy, no-strings-attached deal.
But in the game of love and lust, someone always has to loose-and the stakes have never been higher.