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Draco drummed his fingers against the desk, rereading the same line he had been reading for the past twenty minutes. The others had only left less than a few hours before, but he already felt sick with boredom, the words of his textbook seemed as foreign to him as Parseltongue as he tried to get the information to sink into his brain.

His decision to stay at Hogwarts over winter break was, truth be told, not his decision. All packed up and ready to go, his eagle owl had flown in through the window not more than an hour before the Hogwarts Express was due to take him home, with a letter from home telling him that his father had sudden urgent business and his mother was also rather busy with 'something' so it was best for him to just stay behind.

He had shrugged it off casually, Blaise and Pansy eyeing him up for a reaction, but admittedly he was disappointed not to be home over winter break. They didn't celebrate Christmas, so there was no loss there, but he did miss his mother even if he would never say it aloud because wouldn't that be embarrassing?

There was only one other Slytherin that was staying behind over the holidays, and that was you. He had overheard you mentioning having the common room to yourself and made some remark that earned him the finger, and then Blaise had implied that maybe your 'stupid blood traitor brain' could be fixed if you just had a good wank and Draco had laughed half-heartedly because, as much as he liked to pretend he was a suave womaniser, the reality was that he had grown up in a conservative household and the idea of sex and women were actually quite baffling to him.

Draco wondered, frowning at his pillow, whether or not you were in the common room now. He doubted you knew about his change of plans and he was sure you would be annoyed to discover your alone time was ruined. Yes, pestering you would be more fun than sitting there, alone and lonely. He picked up his books to create the illusion he wanted to study in the common room, not just to talk to you. Irritate you, that is.

He was halfway down the steps when he heard a noise, muffled through the wall, but unmistakable. Crying? Screaming? His hand hovered over his wand as he considered turning on his heel and bolting up to his dormitory. Then there was another sound.

"Fuck," you cried out.

He knew it was you because no one else was there and he recognised your voice now, sort of. You sounded different. You voice was raspier, lower, and it sounded as if you were panting.

Slowly, he crept down the last few steps and peered his face out from the wall to see. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, naked bar a pair of black lace-trimmed panties which you had your hand in and seemed to be touching yourself under.

Draco watched, fascinated as your other hand moved to your breasts, squeezing playfully. Your moans got louder.

An uncomfortable bulge formed beneath his trousers and he realised how much he was aching, watching your body in the flickering light of the Slytherin fireplace. He palmed himself through his trousers, but it wasn't enough. Quickly and quietly, he undid his black belt and pulled himself free from his restricting pants.

Slowly at first, he rubbed himself to the sight of you, your back arched, and chest rising and falling with every deep breath. He watched as your hand increased speed and he copied, going faster on himself. He put one palm to the wall to brace himself.

He pressed his lips together, not letting himself moan in case you noticed him and, Merlin, this was so wrong of him...

He watched your body convulse as you let out one final cry, and your body went limp. He couldn't make out your face very well, but you threw your head back in pleasure. Seconds later, as he bit down hard on his own lips to prevent himself making any noise, he came hard, his hot cum spraying the Slytherin walls.

Draco looked at it for a moment, trying to remember the spell he used to clean such things, but his mind felt foggy and he just wanted to collapse. With a moment of relief, he remembered the charm and pulled out his wand to whisper the incantation.

"Hello," you called, your voice high with panic. "Is someone there?"

You wrapped your robe around yourself hurriedly and poked your head up the staircase, but Draco was already gone, back sliding against the door and asking himself if he imagined the whole thing.

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Draco went for breakfast early the next morning, hoping to miss you. When he got to the hall, however, you were already there. He missed you at first glance because you were sitting at Ravenclaw table instead of your own. Granted, that was common for students when most of the class were away, but something didn't feel right to him about sitting anywhere but the designated Slytherin table. It felt like a betrayal.

He paused and watched you laughing at something your friend had said, your head thrown back in a fit of giggles. It made him think of how you had thrown your head back the night before, but you had made another noise then.

The sound of your moans rang through his ears. He thought about how you looked, how you sounded... He hadn't stopped thinking about it in all honesty. Even just afterwards, when he was back in his dormitory, he had felt himself get more and more turned on by the thought of what he had seen and he touched himself again, wishing it was your hand on his-

No, no, no. You were a blood traitor and you disgusted him completely. Right? Definitely.

You looked up and his eyes widened in alarm. There was a moment where you didn't seem to think anything of it, but then your brows furrowed in thought. You gasped, slapping a hand over your mouth. That was it, he was done for.

Deciding he would rather starve, he quickly escaped the hall and headed for the library.

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It was dark before he dared go back to his dormitory, knowing you could be there in the common room waiting for him. His mind wandered to the last time he had seen you in the common room, all sweaty and naked and-

Blood traitor. Blood traitor. Blood traitor.

"Anguis," he muttered the password and stepped into the common room.

A sigh of relief escaped him when he saw the room was empty and he laughed to himself, feeling a little foolish about being so anxious to come in. He headed towards the dormitories.

As he went to round the corners, you flew out in surprise attack and pushed him backwards into the wall. You held your fingers firmly around his pale neck, pinning him against the wall. The tip of your wand jabbed his ribs.

"What did you see?"

"What?" spluttered Draco. "I didn't-"

"Cut the shit," you demanded. "I heard a voice last night. Thought I imagined it, but it was you, wasn't it?"

Draco tried to think of something else: Snape's hair, the giant squid, Dobby's sock... Boy, you were close? Did you not notice how you were practically against him? Your hand gripped his throat and he found that he strangely enjoyed the feeling.

Snape. Squid. Dobby.

He composed himself and grinned. "Well, there wasn't much to see."

Your face grew hot with anger. "So what? I suppose you're going to tell everyone?"

It had never occurred to him before. He considered it, but decided it would probably be more hassle. After all, then he would have to lie about himself, too, and how he had watched you and touched himself and how he wanted you.

Merlin, you were close.

"Maybe I will," he dared. "Reckon everyone'd have a good laugh about it."

You paused. "Maybe I'll change the story. Tell everyone that I caught you wanking off in the common room."

Your words weren't explicit, but the fact you were talking about him touching himself when you were so close. He pushed himself back even further into the wall, worried you might feel him against your stomach but also sort of hoping that you would.

"As if anyone would believe that," he scoffed. "No one trusts you as is, little blood traitor."

You let out a small gasp and Draco's cheeks went pink. You were against him or, rather, he was against you. His hard cock was poking into you and you looked down to see the tent that had formed in his trousers.

Draco's mouth gaped like a codfish, he looked startled. Your wand was digging deeper into him. You didn't pull away.

"Last night," you muttered. "You watched me, didn't you?"

"As if I'd want to see that," sneered Draco. "Disgusting."

"You think I'm disgusting?" you cocked an eyebrow. "Your dick doesn't seem to think so."

Draco swallowed. She was making fun of him. He hated that. If there was one thing he was, it was proud, but for some reason the teasing didn't make him feel angry. It made him feel something else entirely.

"I was just thinking about someone else," he said stupidly. "Not you. It's not because of you."

"Really, Draco?" you said and he almost jumped at the sound of his name on your lips because you only called him by his surname. "Because I think you saw me touching myself and you liked it, didn't you?"

"No," his voice came out weak.

"Liked watching me cum," you continued. "Did you touch yourself, too?"

Your wand returned to your pocket and your hand lowered from his neck. If he wanted to, there was nothing stopping him from leaving now. He was certainly stronger than you.

"I-" he breathed. "No. I would never."

You traced your finger down his neck and collarbone, all the way down to his belt. He didn't stop you. Looking at his face, you pushed your palm gently against his groin and he let out an involuntary whimper.

He looked at you, his stormy eyes had lost their smug appearance and instead he looked pleading. He was at your mercy and you liked that very much.

"Did you," your voice is low as you repeat yourself. "touch yourself?"

"Yes," he blurted then pressed his lips together as if to silence himself too late.

"When you were watching me?"

You felt warmth spread between your thighs when he nodded feebly.

"And after," he admitted quietly. "In my room."

"Did you cum for me, Draco?"

"Yes," he answered. "Twice."

You grinned devilishly at the idea that he had made himself cum, not just once, but twice in one night just thinking of you. You pulled away from him and, for a powerful moment, he looked disappointed, but then you took his hand and led him up the staircase towards the boys' dormitories.

He followed behind you obediently, watching your hips sway ahead of him with every step. Did you always wear this skirt on non-uniform days? He felt he would noticed how short it was, if you had, because from his angle behind you on the steps, he could just about catch a glimpse of pink panties through the black nylon tights stretched around your thighs. He licked his lips.

You scanned the silver plaques across the doors, looking for the engraving you were looking for. You found it.

Malfoy, Draco

It was sandwiched between Zabini, Blaise and Goyle, Gregory. She pushed him into the door and it flew open, Draco stumbling behind. He looked at you, unmoving, waiting.

"Where did you cum for me?" you asked and he gestured towards the bed nearest the window. "Is that your bed?"

"Yes," he breathed.

"Get on it."

Draco scrambled backwards so quickly that you couldn't help but let out a cruel laugh. This was Draco Malfoy? Gobby, snobby, arrogant Malfoy who hated to be looked down on or pushed around.

Without taking your gaze from the bulge in his trousers, you hooked your fingers into the hem of your grey jumper and pulled it over your head. Draco's jaw slacked, his eyes shamelessly taking you in.

"You want to touch me, Draco?" you purred and he nodded. "Use your words, Draco, like a good boy."

"I want to," he iterated.

"Want to what?" you frowned. "You'll have to ask me nicely."

"I want to touch you," he said desperately, kneading his cock through the fabric. "Let me touch you."

"What's the magic word?" you pressed, sitting at the edge of his bed.

He regained some form of normalcy and spat out, "Please."

"Now was that so hard?" you chuckled as you undid the shoelaces on your sneakers.

Draco was now staring at your shoes. Converse. He didn't know many non-Wizarding companies, but he knew that they were a muggle corporation. It seemed to dawn on him that you were a muggle sympathiser, a blood traitor. That was bad. What was he doing? What if his father heard about this?

But then you were on top of him and the thought disapparated. Your knees were on either side of his hips as you straddled him, your body pressed against his. He ogled your chest from the new angle, his chest so close to yours that your breasts were pushing out from your black lace bra.

"Waiting for an invitation?" you teased.

"May I?" whispered Draco.

You laughed at the politeness of it all. You really did double take because surely this was not the Draco you knew? This was some creep with polyjuice potion or something. Honestly, though, you didn't particularly care in that moment.

"Touch me."

He didn't hesitate like you thought he would, his hands shot up fast and he was grabbing at you greedily and you realised with glee, despite all his talk, this was definitely the first time he had been with a girl in this way because his fumbling was the work of an amateur who had never touched a woman.

"Aw," you cooed condescendingly. "Never touched a girl's tits before?"

He reddened. "Of course I have."

"No, you haven't," you called his bluff, pulling his hands away. "Admit it, Draco. You've never touched a woman before, not like this."

"I have," he insisted but he looked saddened by the loss of your touch.

"You don't get more until you tell me the truth," you leaned until your lips brushed his ear. "Have you ever touched a woman like this before?"

He shuddered, your breath sending a shiver down his spine. "No, I haven't."

You released his hands and they immediately resumed their work. You lowered your lips to the nape of his neck, trailing kisses down to his shoulder. He groaned and you smiled proudly into his skin. You pushed your hips against him, rubbing yourself against his cock.

"Fuck," he moaned, his hands roaming more of your body, groping at your arse and hips.

"What was that, Draco?" you said, stopping abruptly and he let out another whisper. "You want to stop?"

"No," he whined needily. "Don't."

You could feel yourself get wetter. Seeing him that way, it made you feel euphoric, desirable. He wanted you. He needed you.

"Don't what?" you poked.

"Don't stop," he faltered before adding, "please."

"Good boy," you said and you resumed what you had been doing before, your hands now dropping to undo the buttons on his shirt.

He lowered his arms to allow you to slip it off of him before jumping back to you as soon as possible.

"Take my bra off." You demanded and he looked up at you, eyes wide and nodded.

He fumbled with the clasp behind your back awkwardly until it clicked. The straps fell from your shoulder and he cast it aside, looking down at your exposed chest, mouth gaping.

"Tell me you've at least seen a pair of tits," you teased.

"Yeah, actually," he smirked. "Yours. Last night."

"I thought there was nothing to see?" You said, reminding him of his remark. "Did you lie?"

"I saw everything," he ran a thumb over your hardened nipples and you moaned. "I saw you with just those black panties and your tits bounced when you moaned."

"How did I look?"

"Perfect," he breathed and now he was the one kissing your neck, his hand back to your breast while his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

Your heart sped up a little. Odd choice of adjective for a fling. Perfect. Not 'sexy' or 'hot.'

Draco cursed himself inwardly as he nipped at your flesh, but didn't let it show. You moaned and his kisses became deeper.

"Do you like making me moan for you, Draco?" You asked, feeling yourself throb desperately as you jerked against him.

"Yes, [Y/N]," he growled between kisses and the sound of him saying your name like that while doing what he was doing was enough to elicit another moan.

"Touch me."

"I'm already-" he smiled slightly. "Oh."

"Hurry up about before I change my mind," you spat.

He unzipped the side of your skirt and moved his hand into the waistband of it, then your tights and finally your panties.

Draco paused, accessing the situation. So far, you hadn't really done anything too much, had you? Sure, you dry humped a little and he had seen your tits, but nothing you couldn't come back from.

"Fuck's sake." You rolled your eyes. "Do you think I've got teeth down there or something?"

"Merlin, you're impatient," he mocked. "Who's needy now?"

You took a fistful of his white blonde hair, yanking his head back. "You say one more thing like that, and I go back to my dorm and you can take care of yourself. Understand?"

"Yes," he grunted as you released him. "I'm sorry. Please can I touch you."

And his compliance would have been startling if it hadn't been so fucking hot. There was no edge to his voice now, just a pleading whisper.

You nodded, not finding your words.

He pushed two fingers inside of you experimentally, bringing out a hum from your throat. His eyes flicked between your face and his fingers like he couldn't decide which he enjoyed to watch more. He chose your face.

"My clit," you said. "Use your thumb."

He frowned at you and you realised with equal amounts of amusement and dismay that he had no idea what that was, but there was something sexy about it. Like you were teaching him, moulding him into the perfect toy who knew what you liked and how to do it.

You reached down, enveloping his hand in yours, guiding him. Your eyes locked as you moved him in and out of you, and you moved his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing.

"Just like that," you told him, slipping your hand away. "Just like that, Draco."

It felt good, really good. A little clumsy, but it didn't seem to matter because the fact it wasn't your hand, it was someone else's hand, that made you enjoy it more. The fact it was Draco's hand? Well, it made it all the more wrong which made it feel all the better.

"Faster," you began grinding into him more urgently, desperate for his fingers to reach deeper inside of you.

"Fuck," grunted Draco. "[Y/N], Merlin, fuck... This is so wrong."

"Why is it wrong, Draco?" You asked and you didn't know why, but you wanted him to say it so badly. "Tell me."

"Because you're-" he shuddered beneath you, trying not to lose his pace. "You're a- a filthy-"

"Say it, Draco." You sounded desperate.

"-fucking blood traitor!" growled Draco.

"Oh, fuck, Draco!" You cried out, feeling the release pool in your panties and around Draco's fingers.

You dug your trimmed fingernails into the warm flesh of his shoulders and dragged down. He pushed his fingers in you a few more times as you rode out the orgasm before pulling out entirely.

When you opened your eyes, his eyes were stuck to you. You could feel him squirm beneath you, desperate for his own release.

"Did you like watching me cum for you, Draco?" you asked, brushing his hair from his grey eyes. "How did I look?"

"You looked amazing," he grunted. "Saying my name... You're so hot."

"How do I taste?" You gestured to his fingers and he followed your gaze, his eyes widening. "Don't be shy, Draco. Suck your fingers clean and tell me how I taste."

He started with one finger, sucking on it slowly, his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment but the throbbing of his cock told you he enjoyed it.

"Look at me, Draco," you ordered. "Look at me while you suck my filthy blood traitor cum off your fingers."

His gaze lifted and something seemed to spark behind his eyes. He shoved all three fingers in his mouth and sucked faster, looking into your eyes as he swallowed your cum.

Draco felt like he was on fire because this went against everything he had been told and he knew his family would kill him if they found out about this and that it was terrible and he should stop, but it was so brilliant that he couldn't give a flying snitch.

The back of his throat made a gagging noise before he pulled his fingers out, mostly clean.

"You taste sweet like crazyberry," he answered finally.

You leaned into his ear. "You like the taste of my dirty cum, Draco?"

"Yes," he agreed hastily. "I wish there was more."

"Let me see," you took his hand again, this time bringing it to your own mouth. You traced your tongue gently between his fingers and he watched you, mouth open in fascination, as you took his fingers in your mouth to suck the remainder of your cum from.

You regained your speed, grinding into his bulge in time with your sucking.

"Holy fuck," he groaned, his hips moving with yours. "Merlin, fuck, [Y/N]..."

"Does someone want to cum for the blood traitor?" You asked, leaning back and supporting yourself on his knees.

"Yes," he gasped. "Merlin, yes, please. I want to cum."

"Say it," you sneered. "You know what."

"Please," he whimpered, desperately pushing himself towards you. "Please, [Y/N], I want to cum for you. Please let me cum. I want to cum for a blood traitor. I'll do anything. Please."

"Such a good boy." You said as you increased the speed of your movements. "You can cum."

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice echoing throughout the common room. "Ah! Oh, fuck, [Y/N]! I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me, Draco."

"Ah!" Draco's body convulsed, and you felt the heat pool below you beneath the fabric of his pyjamas trousers. "Fuck. That was... amazing."

His face flushed and dazed, he slumped backwards into the oak headboard.

You smiled mischievously. "You tell anyone anything, and I'll let all of Slytherin know I made you cream your pants without even touching your cock. Got it?"

His mouth opened to protest, but you held a finger to his plump lips.

"I wonder," you faked a gasp. "What would your dear mummy and daddy say if they found out their precious, perfect pure blood spoiled himself cumming for a disgusting blood traitor like myself. It would be awful if someone sent them an owl, informing them of this."

Draco was silent a moment. A rare thing. He nodded. "I won't tell if you won't."

"Good boy," you said a final time, planting a kiss of dominance on his blushing cheek.

Lifting yourself from his lap, you took a moment to admire the dark circle of his trousers where the cum had seeped through and smiled triumphantly. You bent over him, picking up his shirt.

"You don't mind if I borrow this, do you?" you asked. "Green's my colour."

Without waiting for an answer, you slipped your arms into the shirt and pulled it around yourself before picking up your own top and making your way to the landing. You refused to look back, preferring to imagine Draco's dumbfounded expression as he watched you disappear through the door.

You had no idea he could be so submissive. It was a side to him you never imagined he had, but it was one you liked and, if there was one thing you knew, it was that you wanted to see more.

With a feeling of pride, you remembered that Draco was now covered in his own cum in his bed because of you for the second time in two days.

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You weren't sure why you had done it. It had been a few days since the incident with Draco and, okay, you couldn't stop thinking about the way it had felt to have him look at you that way, to be totally insatiable and desperate for you. How he had begged, pleaded and whined for you to touch him was something you had never considered before, but suddenly couldn't find yourself to stop thinking about.

You hadn't been alone since. At breakfast, you stay far apart, and he was never in the common room. He was avoiding you for obvious reasons: shame, guilt, disgust... You felt it, too, and yet there was something about his shame that made you feel exhilarated. There was something hot and exciting about it, it made you feel powerful. You wanted to do something to make him feel that way again.

A couple of mornings after the incident, Draco was already at the Slytherin breakfast table when you walked in. Every morning since, he had quickly glanced in your direction when you entered and immediately looked away... Not this morning.

He watched you with an intense gaze, his pale face turning pink and his nostrils flaring ever so slightly. Perfect.

You sat on the same side of the table as him, away from him while still close enough for him to talk to you without being overheard.

"What are you doing?" Draco spat, glancing around in fear of any eavesdroppers. "What are you wearing that for?"

"You don't like it?" You asked innocently. "It's new."

"It's not new! It's-" he faltered, then lowered his voice. "It's my shirt."

"Is it?" You feigned surprise, looking down at the green shirt cascading down to your mid-thighs. You wore it like a nightgown with a pair of shorts underneath. "I just threw it on."

He looked down at your exposed legs for a few moments too long to be innocent. He seemed to notice himself and quickly looked up to your face, noting the knowing smirk tugging your lips.

"What are you playing at?"

"I'm not doing anything." You shrug, grabbing a slice of toast. "I think I'll take this to go. See you around, Malfoy."

Checking briefly that no one was looking in your direction, you chanced it. You winked at him as you passed, and his face had been utterly priceless. You could feel his eyes on you as you left the Great Hall, eating your toast on the way.

Now you were back in the Slytherin common room. You had been to your dormitory first and taken off those pyjama shorts. Now, under Draco's shirt, you wore nothing but a pair of simple white panties.

You sat on the leather sofa of the common room, half-lying down with a Muggle book in your hands, rested on your thighs. It had been about ten minutes when Draco stepped through into the common room. You didn't acknowledge him, even when he stormed straight over to you.

He waited several seconds before bursting with annoyance. "What's the matter with you?!"

You looked up finally, raising your brow slightly to signify you had not realised his presence. "Something wrong, Malfoy?"

He glared at you. "You. You are what's wrong! What if someone recognised my shirt?"

You rolled your eyes, closing your book. You stood up, about a foot away from him. "Because a plain green shirt is so rare for one of us Slytherins to wear."

"It's like you want people to find out that we-" Draco stopped abruptly, shutting his mouth.

"That we what?" You asked, stepping closer to him. He didn't move away. "What did we do, Draco?"

His eyes widened ever so slightly. You called him 'Draco' as you had that evening. Before and after the incident, it was always 'Malfoy.'

"We-" His eyes flicked down to your mouth and he licked his lips subconsciously. His gaze lowered back down to your thighs with more freedom than the had in the Hall. "We- I- You-"

"Spit it out." Your sudden harsh tone shocked him into looking back to your face. "What is it?"

"I sucked your cum off my fingers and you made me cum without touching my dick," he said in a sudden breathless rush.

"You're worried people will find out about how badly you wanted a blood traitor?" You cooed, closer again so that now there was a width of a thick book between you.

His mouth opened, but he faltered as he tried to respond. "Nobody can know that we- we did that."

You nodded. "You think I want people to know I let an arrogant, bigoted wanker touch me? It's embarrassing."

His face flashed with anger. "Well, I don't want anyone to know I lowered myself to a filthy, disgusting blood traitor. It's disgusting."

"You think I'm disgusting?" You cocked an eyebrow.

"Revolting." Draco replied firmly.

You closed the remaining gap between you and his breath hitched. You raised one hand and ran your fingers through his white blonde hair. You lifted yourself onto your toes, just a little off the ground.

He tried to kiss you, but you pushed him down onto the chair behind him, standing over him with a sense of triumph.

"Revolting, hmm?" You said as you lowered yourself to straddle his lap. "Because I can stop if you'd like."

He didn't say anything, just stared at you disbelieving, lips parted. Slowly, you unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt down to this abs. You caressed his shoulder and chest softly and briefly. You looked back to his face, taking a moment to appreciate the look of awe on his features.

You pushed his chin slightly aside and he let you, keeping his head turned upwards as you had positioned it. You lowered your face, kissing his jawline softly. He whimpered. Your kisses trailed down, becoming firmer and longer each time, as you went over his neck. He was moaning softly now and his hands were gripping at your waist. At the crook of his neck, you began to suck and he gasped in surprise. Draco started to grind upwards into you as you sucked hard, his hard cock pushing against his trousers just as they had before. After twenty seconds, you pulled away. There was a fresh red mark on his milky skin and you smiled with swollen lips.

Draco was staring at your chest now, your nipples poking obviously through the fabric of his shirt. He was looking at them and you could tell he was thinking about the last time he held them.

"Do you want me to stop?" You asked. "Just say the words."

You expected more resistance but he only slightly hesitated before saying, "Please stay." There it was, that pleading tone you hadn't been able to get out of your mind.

"Have you been thinking about me since I made you cum, Draco?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck.

He simply nodded.

"Don't be shy." You said. "Tell me what you've been thinking about."

"How you tasted," he said uncharacteristically shyly. "How you looked when you came on my fingers..." Draco took a breath. "How it would feel to kiss your body."

You squirmed at his words, more than happy to let him play out this fantasy. "You want to kiss my body? Where?"

"Everywhere," he breathed. "I want to taste your pussy and kiss your breasts and your thighs and your neck."

"Have you been touching yourself to me again?" You asked. "Did you imagine tasting my pussy and touch yourself?"

He nodded again. "It's all I can think about. I don't want to. I hate it. I want to stop, but I can't. I want you. I want you so badly even if you are a… filthy blood traitor."

You grinned. It was wonderful how quickly he could slide to this simpering subservience. "Anything else?"

"I want to..." he trailed away. "I want you on my- on my cock. Mouth, hand, cunt. I don't care how. I just need you to touch me. Please."

The magic word.

"Be patient," you ordered. "Unbutton my shirt now."

His fingers darted quickly to the buttons on your - or, technically his - shirt. He made fast work of getting them undone and the fabric parted to reveal your exposed chest, stomach and the white panties you wore that you supposed were now entirely soaked through.

He reached for you tits and you grabbed his wrist suddenly. "Ask nicely."

"Can I please kiss your tits, Miss?" He pleaded.

The name made your breath hitch involuntarily. The way he had whimpered it, the way his eyes widened, the way his lips looked as the words escaped him. You liked it.

"Yes."

He didn't hesitate. He began to press short, firm kisses on your breast, gradually turning into sloppy, careless kisses across your flesh. You watched him, his eyes closed as you sucked and licked hungrily. He paused, making you frown.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Am I allowed to kiss your- your nipples?" He muttered sheepishly.

You couldn't help but laugh. "You may."

He used one hand to knead your right breast as he had the last time, gently teasing your nipple. You moaned at the touch. He brought his mouth to your left and grazed his softly against your nipple as if to test the response. Your head fell back which he took as a positive sign, kissing and sucking the nipple softly. You moaned louder, your pussy soaked even more. You began to grind harder against him and he groaned needily. He swapped to your other breast and repeated his actions methodically with one hand on your hip to guide your thrusts against him.

Suddenly, without giving any warning, you pushed him away from you and he whimpered as his mouth parted from your warm skin. You got to your feet and dropped his shirt to the floor entirely so that you were entirely naked with the exception of your panties.

"Get out of my seat." You said. "Now."

He jumped up so quickly it was comical.

"You're such a good boy today." You praised before taking his place on the armchair. He was looking at you expectantly for instructions. You crossed one leg over the other, leaning back. "Get naked now."

He paused. You understood why. You hadn't seen his dick yet. You had had him clothed last time and he was feeling suddenly more self-conscious.

"I showed you mine, you show me yours," you told him sternly. "Fair is fair. Take your clothes off."

Draco finished the last few buttons of his shirt, dropping it to floor beside the other. He unhooked his dark grey trousers and they dropped to the floor. You couldn't help yourself from letting out a small involuntary groan at the way he looked. His body was admittedly gorgeous. He had strong shoulder s and flat, firm abs. A true seeker's build. He had a v-shape at his hips and there was pale blonde hair trailing down from his bellybutton. He was wearing simple grey briefs, the form of his cock clear through the stretch of thin fabric. You wanted to touch him, but you stopped yourself from getting ahead.

"Drop them." You told him when he was yet to do so. "I told you I wanted you naked."

"Sorry, Miss." He hooked his fingers into the band of his underwear and dragged them down his thighs.

When he arose, you could see it for the first time, sprung free. You didn't try to hide your gaze, taking in how it looked. It wasn't the first time you had seen someone's cock, but it was the first time you had seen Draco Malfoy's. It was incredibly unfair that every part of his body was inarguably perfect. You looked up and saw he was blushing more furiously than ever, his hands fidgeting behind his back as he looked to you for some sign or reaction.

"Get in front of me," you told him. "On your knees."

He did so wordlessly, getting immediately into position. He looked up at you as you gazed down at his exposed body. You uncrossed your legs and spread your thighs in front of his face, lifting your feet up onto the chair.

"You're so fucking hot," he said, staring at the wet white fabric covering your pussy. "Please can I touch you again?"

"Touch me, Draco."

He ran his thumb over the fabric, and you could feel him graze over your cunt. You hummed contentedly. He slid the fabric aside and his jaw dropped slightly as he took in the sight of your swollen, pink pussy. He touched you before under your skirt. He hadn't seen you, let alone like this. He watched his fingers pump in and out of you, the slick sound of it mixing with the sound of your moans.

Then, without asking, he brought his mouth over your clit and licked hungrily as he continued to push his fingers in and out of you. You wanted to tell him off, to push him away and tell him to ask for it, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop it.

"Fuck!" You whined, gripping his hair and pulling him closer. You looked down at his face between your legs, and he was watching you. "You look so pretty with your mouth on my cunt, sweetheart."

There was a flash behind his eyes as pumped his fingers deeper into you. Huh, you thought. So he's got a praise kink, too.

"You're making me feel so good," you continued. "You're going to make me cum."

His eyes were bright with excitement, eager to please you. He followed your guidance, taking every moan as a confirmation he was doing something right.

"Fuck," you said. "I'm gonna-" and you came suddenly. Your cum covered Draco's mouth and dripped down you. "Use that pretty little mouth of yours and clean my pussy."

Draco didn't need to be told twice. He licked enthusiastically, making your body shake. He lapped the cum off your skin. He looked so good between your thighs, panting, covered in your cum; you couldn't stop yourself. With your hand still tangled in his hair, you pulled hard so that he rose to face you. Then, to both your surprise, you pulled him down and crashed your lips into his. After everything, you supposed this was the least taboo thing you had done, but a kiss on the lips was somehow more intimate than everything else put together. The kiss was like fire, it made your whole body burn with increased desire. Your hand loosened in the tangles of his hair while your other arm went around his shoulder. He responded with equal eagerness, snaking his arms around you, pulling you as close to his body as he could manage. One hand was firm against your upper back while the other arm wrapped so far around your back that he gripped your waist. He tasted like the bacon he had been eating for breakfast. His lips were thin but soft.

You weren't sure how long you were kissing for but, when you parted, his lips were swollen and you were sure yours were, too. For a while, you just stared at each other, panting.

"That was..." he breathed, looking at your mouth again.

"Lie on the settee," you said, your own voice hoarse.

He moved over and propped his body up onto the leather sofa. He slid a cushion beneath his head. He had one leg draped over the edge. You stood up, willing your legs not too shake too much, and laid on your front in between his legs. Your ponytail had loosened slightly, but was enough to keep your hair from blocking your face. You looked at his cock again, able to see it more clearly so close. He had a thick shaft, some blueish green veins streaked were visible, and he was approximately seven inches at first glance. His blonde hair was trimmed neatly and you couldn't help but be amused. Of course the perfectly groomed Draco Malfoy would have to be trimmed precisely.

You looked up at him now. He was looking at you, too, his desperation and excitement clear on his face.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you to suck my cock," he said, his tone conveying more need than want. "Please, [Y/N]."

You wrapped your hand around the shaft of his cock and lowered your mouth to suck on his balls as you wanked him. He threw his head back, a moan of relief and ecstasy escaping his lips as you - or anyone other than himself - touched his cock for the first time. You felt encouraged and continued to do so. You dropped your hand and gave a long licked from the base of his cock to the tip. Draco had raised his head to see you better now as you placed gentle kisses all over his cock, watching you with some fascination.

You moved as if you were about to take him in your mouth before stopping abruptly. "You know what I want you to say, Draco."

He gritted his teeth. "I need the filthy fucking blood traitor to help me cum. Please."

You wrapped your lips around his cock and his hand grabbed at your ponytail as he moaned your name. He was thrusting, trying desperately to fuck your face until he was pounding into the back of your throat. You moaned around him, using your own hand to touch yourself, sliding your fingers in and out in time with each suck.

"[Y/N]," he gasped. "You're going to make me cu- cum, [Y/N]. I'm- Oh, f- fuck!"

He thrusted once more until you could feel the hot liquid shoot into your mouth, and you swallowed it happily. You came a second time, this time over your own fingers, and let out a whimpering, "Shit." You licked the last of the cum from Draco's tip before sitting up.

Shortly after, Draco sat up, too, so that you were side-by-side on the sofa. You both looked forward, catching your breath. The taste of his cum still in your mouth and the memory of his kiss on your lips.

"That was..." you said.

"Yeah," he said. "It was."

You looked at each other, both mildly startled as if just realising who was next you.

"Well," you both say. "Shit."

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After the last time, you had avoided Draco. You were so embarrassed. The first time it had happened, it was spontaneous and completely unplanned. The second time, you had meant for it to happen - you seduced him! You seduced him, Draco fucking Malfoy, that absolute bigot. It was humiliating. How had you let yourself be so stupid? Nobody else would know, but Malfoy would. He would always know that you had wanted him once and how could you look him in the eye now? Why couldn’t you stop thinking about how he looked between your thighs or how he tasted in your mouth? You were going mad, it was all you could think about no matter how hard you tried to occupy your thoughts with anything else.

You were spending Christmas Day in the library. There was a feast happening in the Great Hall, but you were hoping to avoid Malfoy and simply sneak into the kitchens for leftovers later on. Browsing through the shelves of the Muggle Fiction section, you considered your choices. Typically, students used the library to study, so this collection of literature was almost entirely untouched. You slipped an interesting book from the shelf.

"Of course you'd be here," drawled a familiar voice behind you.

You startled, turning swiftly to face him. "Problem, Malfoy?"

He whipped the book from your hand and turned to the blurb. "'The turbulent relationship between Elizabeth Bennet, the daughter of a country gentleman, and Fitzwilliam Darcy, a rich aristocratic landowner.'" He snickered. "You honestly read this sort of thing?"

"Yes," you said, taking the book from him. "I do.”

"What sort of name is Fitzwilliam Darcy?" He mused.

"Interesting question," you smiled. "Draco Lucius Malfoy."

His nose twitched. "How did you know my middle name was my father’s?"

“Because you all have your father’s names,” you said, focusing on his forehead. “Is there a reason you're bothering me instead of attending the feast?"

You turned to face the shelf again, not wanting the temptation to step forward and get closer to him again.

"Actually, I was going to ask you that same question," he said. "Why are you not at the feast?"

"Not that it's any of your business," you said casually, scanning the shelves. "But I'm not hungry."

"Really?" You heard him take a step towards you. "I was under the impression that you were avoiding me."

Your body tensed. "It may surprise you, but I don't care enough about you to avoid you. When I see you, you're a disturbance, but when you're not around, I practically forget you exist-" You gasped.

He was closer again. You could feel his breath tickle your neck and he placed his hand softly on your waist.

"What are you doing?" You asked, your body entirely rigid.

He lowered his voice. "I can't stop thinking about it, about you. I had a thought-"

"That's new," you said out of habit.

"We are the only Slytherins here until next week," he continued as if there had been no interruption. "What if we made an… arrangement?"

You tried to turn, but his grip tightened on your waist. You had the thought that perhaps he couldn't get the courage to say it to your face.

"What arrangement?"

"Neither of us want it to get out," he hesitated to continue and the slight change in his tone betrayed his nerves. "We've already done so much... Until the holidays end next week, we- we have Slytherin dungeon to ourselves."

"And?" You prompted when he fell silent again.

"What if - until Christmas holidays are over, of course - we-" Draco cleared his throat. "-continue what we've been doing. What you've been doing... to me."

"What do you mean, Draco?" Your voice came out lower than you realised. "What have I been doing to you?"

Draco leant towards you slightly and you felt his hard cock poke into you. "You- You make it so I can't think straight." He swept your hair aside and lowered his mouth beside your ear. "I hate you, I hate you so much, but I can't stop thinking about you."

His lips descended upon your neck and you moaned softly, feeling him wrap his arms around you. Pulling your collar further across, his kisses spread to your shoulders we're getting left a fresh hickey where the last one was fading.

You turned again, but this time, he did not stop you. He was so close, you were pressed together, your faces mere inches apart. You felt like you had to kiss him immediately, but you stopped yourself despite temptation. You had to handle this right.

"One condition."

"Yes," he said before asking what it was. "Anything."

"Beg for it." You said, your expression hard and unreadable.

"Please-"

"You beg on your knees," you interrupted, nodding to the ground.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. After looking quickly left and right, he lowered himself to his knees in front of you.

"Please, [Y/N]. I'll do... anything to touch you and taste you again," he said, just loud enough for you to hear. "You felt so amazing, I need you. Please. I'm begging. Please let me make you feel good, too."

You took his chin and tilted his face further upwards. A smirk spread across your lips. "Good boy."