This is just an abstract bit I had floating around in my head one day. I decided not to settle on a character pairing;; interpret it however you please. As for timeline...eh, you can figure her out. Fun fun, please review, no flames though skips.
Draco Malfoy is the prince of Slytherin. Draco Malfoy is the cold, unbreakable son of a Death Eater. Draco Malfoy does not relent, nor does he crumble.
Until she touches him, that is.
The first brush of her fingertips begins it. They gently flutter across his chest...his neck…his cheek…his lips. She laughs at him, toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes and attempts to breathe normally.
The pressure of her body against his nearly does him in. When she coyly slips her fingers into his belt loops and tugs him close, her curves perfectly fitting his lean figure. She's tiny; the top of her head fits neatly under his chin and when he reaches for her hand, his completely engulfs hers. She frowns and calls herself a midget. He smiles and replies that he thinks she's utterly adorable.
The warmth of her arms wrapped around him comes next. She is constantly warm, sharply contrasting his normally icy skin. She's his personal heating pad, she jokes and he can feel her smile through his shirt. He slides his arms around her as well, though he does not pull her any closer as he normally does. She smirks, knowing his hesitation is to keep himself from coming completely undone, and also knowing he won't be able to keep up the ruse for long.
"Draco…" she half whined, half whispered, biting down on her bottom lip in the way she knows he can't resist, "Baby…"
Her breathy whisper fans across his neck and he shivers, closing his eyes half heartedly against the sensation. He opens them and looks down at her. Her eyes are half lidded, the brilliant hue visible through her fringe of thick lashes, and her lips are set in a pout…until she giggles and sticks her tongue out at him. He rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless, her childishness not surprising.
"Draco Malfoy…so serious are we?" She teases, sliding her hands up and down his back before pressing her face into the crook of his neck to whisper against his skin, "We can fix that."
He shakes his head, and reluctantly steps out of her embrace. Not tonight…tonight he needed to focus. He needed to complete his task. She looks confused as he takes another step backwards before turning and walking down the hall away from her. He's almost at the end when her voice makes him pause.
"Draco!" She calls and he turns.
She smiles wickedly before running towards him and jumping on him. The minute he closes his arms around her, her legs wrap around his waist and her lips are on his and he's gone.
Draco Malfoy is the prince of Slytherin. Draco Malfoy is the cold, unbreakable son of a Death Eater. Draco Malfoy does not relent, nor does he crumble. But Draco Malfoy is putty in her hands.