Author's Note: Smut warning. Yes, this chapter contains smut. I hope it's less awkward for you guys to read it than it was for me to write it. This is only my second attempt at writing smut so don't hate me if it's awful. And if you don't like smut, skip the last part of this chapter. You'll be able to guess what happened, I'm sure.
"So, are you finally going to tell us who your mystery date is?" Bianca called from her seat in front of the mirror. I was pulling on my dress and Veronica was putting on her shoes. It was the day of the ball and the three of us agreed to get ready together in mine and Veronica's dorm.
"You'll find out when we get down to the common room," I teased, slipping on my shoes and approaching the mirror to begin my hair and makeup. Bianca only scowled at me. "Hmm," I continued, ignoring Bianca and scrutinizing myself in the mirror. "What do you guys think I should do with my hair and makeup? I'm not sure."
"Your hair is gorgeous," Bianca spoke, shifting from angry to excited immediately. "Plus, the brown color really complements the red dress. I say leave it down, maybe add some light curl to it."
"I agree," Veronica spoke, walking over to look at me. "And wear a lighter shade of eye shadow. Maybe gold? That would complement the dress and make your green eyes pop. On top of that, I say dark lashes: mascara and eye liner is a must. And some bright red lipstick to finish it all off."
I nodded, smiling. "That's actually perfect, guys. Thanks," I agreed as I began to execute the plan the two girls had made for me. "Sorry, I haven't been to many formal events like this so I'm not really sure how to look, you know?"
"It's fine," Bianca reassured. "We can be your formal event gurus. Whoever this mystery guy is, he's going to be knocked off his feet."
We continued getting ready, giving each other pointers here and there. Bianca ended up curling her hair in tight curls and letting it fall down her back, along with dark eyes and bright lips. Veronica put her hair into an elegant bun and had really dark eyes with a lighter shade of lipstick.
"So, where are we meeting your guys' dates?" I asked as we made our way to the door and began descending the stairs toward the common room.
"We'll meet them in the Entrance Hall," Veronica answered and I nodded. It was seven on the dot, and I knew Draco would be waiting for me. He turned when he heard us walking down the stairs and I was quite surprised by what I saw.
Draco was in a black tux, a green tie around his neck. I had been expecting plain dress robes, honestly. His hair was mussed a bit instead of being slicked perfectly back like normal; I thought of how ironic it was that he would mess up his hair for a formal even when it was perfect on normal days, but I wasn't about to complain. It actually looked a lot better this way. He gave me a genuine smile when he saw me and that by itself made me smile back; Draco never smiled.
"Hey," he greeted once we reached the bottom of the stairs. "You look amazing," he complimented and I tried my hardest not to blush.
"You look pretty good yourself, Malfoy. You clean up well," I countered.
"Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm.
"Sure," I agreed, linking my arm through his and walking with him toward the exit to the common room. I turned over my shoulder and saw Bianca and Veronica gaping at me and I winked at them before we proceeded toward the Entrance Hall. We met Jacob and the Durmstrang boy whose name I didn't care enough to learn in the Entrance Hall. They were both dressed up nicely, and I was proud of Jacob when he greeted Veronica like a proper gentleman. He looked good, his sandy blonde hair immaculate and his green eyes shining. He sent me a smile, which I returned, before we made our way into the Great Hall where the ball was being held.
There were people everywhere. The band was playing music up on the stage and the dance floor was packed. Draco walked me over to an empty table before setting me down.
"Would you like anything to drink?" He asked, motioning toward the table where various snacks and drinks were.
"Sure, but I can get it myself," I said, beginning to stand up.
"No," Draco argued, placing his hand on my shoulder and applying pressure until I was sitting again. "I insist. It is my duty as your date," he winked at me before walking over toward the table. I chuckled, shaking my head as I watched him go.
"So, you and Malfoy, huh?" I turned to see Jake smirking down at me.
"We're not together; he just asked me as a friend," I informed him, smiling.
"Has he at least been nice?" He asked, a worried tone in his voice.
"He has been a proper gentleman, actually," I reassured. "He's been great."
"Okay. Just be careful. You know I worry about you, Chloe, and he doesn't have the best reputation."
"I am well aware, Jacob, but I am also capable of taking care of myself. Now stop wasting time with me and go dance with your date. I'm sure she's missing you," I chuckled and he nodded with a smile before leaving to find Veronica. I observed the dance floor while I waited for Draco, smiling when I saw Derek with his date. He was with a cute Ravenclaw girl, her light brown hair was curled and she was wearing a nice dress. His brown eyes were sparkling as they talked, and I could tell he really liked her.
Draco returned after a couple minutes with two drinks and handed me one.
"Thank you, Kind Sir," I teased, accepting the drink and taking a sip.
"You are welcome, Milady," he joked in return. We sat in silence for a few minutes, finishing our drinks, before a slow song came on.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked, offering his hand.
"That would be lovely," I agreed, taking his hand and letting him lead me onto the floor. I was surprised; Draco was an amazing dancer. He led me around that dance floor like a damn expert and I laughed at how smug he seemed. After that first dance, all bets were off. We danced to every song that came on, and Draco seemed to know the perfect dance for every genre and beat and tempo and, no matter what, he was leading me around the dance floor like he had spent every day of his life doing this. It occurred to me that his rich parents had probably paid for him to have dancing lessons, but at the time it didn't really matter to me. I was surprised. I was actually enjoying myself. Draco would occasionally lean in while we were dancing and whisper in my ear about the people who were surrounding us, and we would laugh to ourselves as he twirled me around.
At one point, I recall seeing Fred. He was glaring at me and Draco as we danced but, surprisingly, I couldn't bring myself to care. I hadn't done anything wrong and I was having too much fun to let his stupid antics ruin my night. The night passed in a blur of drinks, snacks, and dancing. Draco was by my side the whole time, leading me around the dance floor or standing on the sidelines with me while we subtly made fun of the people around us: their dresses or hair or their complete inability to dance. After one especially showy move where Draco picked me up and spun me around, it seemed like every eye in the Great Hall was on us. I leaned into Draco once my feet were planted firmly on the floor.
"It seems like everyone is looking at us," I whispered, giggling slightly.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Want to get out of here?"
"Definitely," I nodded, and he grabbed my hand. We practically ran from the Great Hall, doubling over with laughter as we stumbled to the Slytherin common room. Draco was laughing so hard he had trouble saying the password when we arrived, but he eventually got it out and we entered into the common room. We both leaned on the couch for support once we entered, our laughs slowly dying down. Our laughter echoed in the silent common room; everyone was still at the ball, so the whole dorm was eerily empty. When I had finally regained my composure and caught my breath, I stood up straight and looked at Draco.
"Thank you. I had a really great time tonight," I smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, so did I," he agreed, looking up and meeting my eyes. Our gazes locked for a few minutes and we stared at each other silently. Before I could register the movement, Draco had closed the gap between us and crashed his lips onto mine. It took a moment for my brain to catch up with my body and when it did I realized I was already kissing him back. I didn't even really care if it was right or wrong; it felt good. He pushed me back against the wall and ran his tongue along my bottom lip. I opened my mouth for him and threaded my hands into his hair. He ran his hands along my sides, resting them on my hips. He pressed closer to me, his body pressed up tightly against mine. I hiked my leg and wrapped it around his, rolling my hips slightly. He groaned into my mouth and ground his hips into mine. I could feel his hardness through his pants and a moan escaped my throat before I could stop it. He lowered his hands to the bottom of my thighs and lifted me up, never breaking the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me up the stairs toward his dorm. He fumbled with the doorknob before finally opening the door, kicking it closed behind him.
He tossed me onto the bed, pulling off my shoes before crawling on top of me and beginning to kiss me again. His hands ran up my legs as he crawled up my body, making me shiver. I kissed him back enthusiastically, bringing my hands up to begin removing his tie and jacket. He brought his hand up and began fondling my breast through my dress and I let out a heady moan, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt before practically tearing it off of him. I ran my hands along his bare back before breaking the kiss to lower my mouth to his neck. I began kissing and biting softly, sucking marks into his pale skin. He groaned, his grip on my breast tightening until he was frantically untying my dress from around my neck and pulling it off me. I gasped when the cool air touched my bare skin. I wasn't wearing a bra since the dress didn't really allow for one, and he quickly began kissing down my neck and chest, leaving dark bruises as he progressed.
My breathing accelerated as he reached my left breast. He kissed a circle around my nipple before slowly taking it into his mouth. I moaned loudly, arching my back to meet his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair and he groaned as he continued to lap at my nipple, pausing to leave a bruise on my breast as well before moving over to my right breast and repeating his actions. My breathing was coming out in short gasps now, my chest rising and falling quickly. I could feel Draco smirk against my skin and I growled, winding my fingers tightly into his hair before tugging him up and reconnecting our mouths. I took control this time, dipping my tongue into his mouth before he had the chance to do it to me. I rolled him over until I was on top and quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, tossing them to the side before continuing to kiss him.
I moaned into the kiss as I could feel his erection more distinctly now that there were fewer layers of clothing between us. I reached down and hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off quickly, dispensing of them the same way I had his pants. I began kissing up his thighs slowly, relishing the breathy moans I could hear escaping his throat. I took a deep breath before taking his cock into my mouth and working him slowly. His fingers twisted in the sheets as he thrust up to meet me. I continued until he was gasping for breath, his muscles tightening. I quickly removed my underwear before suddenly pulling off his cock.
"Wha-" he began in protest, but it was quickly muffled by a loud moan as I climbed up his body and sank on to him. I began moving slowly, a smirk finding its way to my lips as I watched him come undone beneath me: his mouth hanging open with his ragged breathing, his fingers gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white, his eyes half closed. He growled when he noticed my smirk and flipped me over, taking the lead again, a smirk of his own forming when he saw the look of surprise on my face. He began moving at a quicker pace than I had, biting and sucking on my neck hard and fondling my breasts roughly as his pace quickened. I felt the heat begin to coil deep in my stomach, tightening with every quick thrust Draco made.
"Oh, God," I began babbling incoherently as the heat built up in the pit of my stomach.
"Say my name," Draco demanded, pulling away from my neck to look me in the eyes.
"Oh, Draco," I moaned, digging my nails into his back.
"Again," he growled, lowering his forehead to mine. I smirked when I realized hearing me say his name was getting Draco off. I decided to have a little fun, and lifted my lips up to his ear.
"Oh, God, Draco," I moaned huskily. "Fuck me harder, Draco, you feel so good." The deep moan that escaped his throat only increased the heat in my belly and only a few moments later, we were both shaking as I called out his name and he collapsed on top of me, panting.
After our breathing had slowed and we had both relaxed, Draco rolled off of me and surprised me by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him, covering us with the blankets. He kissed my forehead softly, tightening his grip around my waist and resting his chin on top of my head.
"Good night, Chloe," he mumbled, his voice already thick with sleep.
"Good night, Draco," I replied, snuggling my face into his chest and quickly falling asleep.