Written for Ring of Fire/King's Cup Challenge (Prompt: CrabbeGoyle)
When Draco Isn't Around
Hands begin the wander over his body when you find yourself alone. The dormitory is empty apart from the two of you; it's how you both like it. Draco is somewhere else (probably sulking because Granger beat him in a test again) and Blaise is nowhere in sight.
When he responds in the way you hope, you kiss his lips. He may look big and strong and mean, but when you're alone (when Draco isn't there) he melts. He's different. When you're alone you realise how much he loves you; how much he's always loved you.
He kisses you back with such passion your heart skips a beat. Why can't it be like this forever? Why can't it just be the two of you forever?
It's never this good when Draco's around. Draco is always wanting you to do things you don't want. Sure, picking on first years is fun, but it's not the most important. He's what's important; he's the most important.
His lips trail to your neck and you groan, pleasure coursing through you. Your hands tug at his clothes, wanting to feel what is underneath. You've never been all the way before, but now… now you want to. And he wants to, too.
No words need to be spoken to know what you both want. Words are never needed between the two of you; but when there's three of you….
You hear the door open and you both spring to your respective beds. You've become skilled at this manoeuvre, it occurring almost every day.
"Crabbe, Goyle!"
Draco's whiny voice is like an unwanted wart on your toe, always there to ruin the moment.
"Crabbe, Goyle, I have some news!" He sits on his own bed, and without making a sound, you know that he is inwardly sighing, too.
It's always much better when Draco isn't around.
I have a rule that I will try everything at least once... but probably never again.