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Malfoy was in a bad mood. He had gotten another boner with Granger on his lap as she had grinded on him like some sort of seductress. And then he'd marked her as his. That fucking Potter wouldn't be putting his arm around her again now that she was walking around with a large love bite on her neck.
That was all good. What had put him in a bad mood was Granger knowing about that stupid argument with Pansy. She was an annoying bitch- he liked her enough for the past six years to get on with her, but he found out that was only because she fancied him and doted on him like a prince.
But as soon as he had so much as mentioned an attraction to Granger to Blaise, the manipulating girl had found out and nagged at Malfoy non-stop about it.
"Oh Draco, I didn't realise you had a fetish for dirty blood!" she would cackle. Daphne, always the peacemaker, had assured Malfoy that Pansy was only so utterly annoying because she fancied Draco hopelessly and was upset to see him desire another woman. Well it wasn't his fault she'd never told him in the SIX years they'd known each other. Draco had said so to Daphne, and she simply smiled at him.
"It's PANSY, Draco. Can you actually imagine her telling you she fancied you?"
Malfoy had a disturbing image of Pansy standing infront of him, unable to meet his eyes, muttering how she fancied him, her cheeks flaming. Malfoy shuddered. Ghastly.
Anyway, after a particularly unneeded remark about Granger's sexual performances (not that Pansy would actually know anything about that, not did Draco, but he was confident she would be phenomenal), Draco had snapped, calling her a rather explicit stream of curse words, leaving her trembling with tears in her eyes. Well it wasn't his fault she was a bloody idiot.
And now his other friends wouldn't even talk to him because of that cow. He would've been more than happy to tutor Daphne- he knew her much better than Granger and would happily pocket the money himself. But it was rather nice to see Granger so happy, bouncing about the room with that silly check in her hand. He would much rather her be bouncing on his co-
No, no, no. Draco shifted uncomfortably in bed as his cock hardened.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered, trying to distract himself. Blaise's balls. Blaise's big hairy balls...
He sighed as he finally relaxed again. He desperately wanted release- he'd been holding off wanking in hope that his little Griffindoor would finish the job for him, but he'd surprised himself by wanting to take it slow- he was the one telling her to slow down. He had little doubt she would suck him off if he went an asked, but he wanted to show he respected her more than that.
She was more than just a way for him to get off, although he had no doubt she would be skilled in that category too. He could just imagine her large brown eyes widening as he shot his cum into her little rosebud mouth.
He almost felt shameful thinking such dirty thoughts about such a pure, good girl.
His girl. His heart quickened at the thought. Could she be his girl? Would she let him? He wondered if he had convinced her he truly liked her. What did that even mean- fancy? He would shag her senseless, no two ways about it, but he felt more than lust for her. It had only been two weeks, what on earth was wrong with him?
He turned over, stating at the ceiling. He would have to ask Granger to do that charm to his ceiling, so he could at least pretend he was in her bed.
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