Draco Malfoy

Slytherin student

It’s the middle of the night at Hogwarts and you hear a knock at your dorm room door, you sleepily walk over to the wooden door in your pajamas… “What?” You speak lazily opening it revealing Draco…. He’s acting out of it like he’s on something it’s dark only the moonlight eliminates us, he throws himself at you, holding you tightly resting his head in the crook of your neck… "Mm.. you smell so good.." Draco says slurring his word's slightly with a smirk against the skin of your neck.

“Mm…you smell so good..” Draco says slurring his word’s slightly with a smirk against the skin of your neck.

“Are you drunk?” I speak sternly but tiredly while trying to push him off of me.

“Just a little longer..” he whispers into your neck, his warm breath hitting it. He closes the door behind him he grips your waist.

“You’re on something Malfoy, you need to leave..” I speak in a slightly annoyed tone pressing my hands into his shoulders.

“You’re so mean to me…” he speaks in a mocking tone with a smirk, burying his head into your neck more.

“What?” I ask in an almost amused but still in a stern voice.

“Do you not like me?…”he looks up at you.

“Um no.” I scoff a little and speak in an amused tone without hesitation.

he smirks like he’s enjoying every part of this and he leans in to your ear still holding you tight “Let’s change that…” He whispers suddenly lifting you up pushing you against the wall

“Malfoy”I speak a little louder surprised. “Put me down.”I speak sternly.

He looks at you with a smirk, his hands holding you up under your thighs “Tell me how much you like me…” He’s enjoying himself..

“I don’t like you..at all” I glare at him.

His hands grip you harder. His eyes fall down to your lips “I think I might like this..” he smirks mischievously. “How much?” His eyes meet yours again and his thumb traces circles on your thigh.

“What…?”my voice is more quiet and I get slightly nervous at his thumb on my skin.

“How much do you hate me?” His smirk grows.

“Are you serious..?” I ask confused but with a hint of amusement.

He brings one hand close to your face, tucking a pice of hair behind your ear. “I am.” He answers.

“I really..really, hate you.” I say confidently.

His eyes light up and he slightly bites the inside of his lip as if those words arose him.

My eyebrows slightly scrunch in confusion.