Potions dragged on annoyingly.
Your thoughts circled like vultures between plucking up the courage to ask Draco to the party and envisioning yourself in your secret hideout.
You hardly noticed when Slughorn dismissed the class. It wasn't until you heard the packing of items and shuffling of feet that you realized class was over. Half the class had already scurried out, but among the few stragglers, you noticed Draco moving particularly slow.
You smiled to yourself as you finished packing up your things.
Draco slowly crept up to you once the rest of the students left.
"So, about that room," said Draco impatiently.
Chuckling to yourself, you replied, "Hold your horses. I still have two classes."
"What, Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology? You'll be fine."
"I really like Hagrid's class, and need I remind you that I can't fall further behind in Herbology?"
The two of you finally started your way out of the room, and you waved a quick goodbye to Professor Slughorn. Contemplating your options, you came to a decision. "Okay, I'll skip classes and go with you on TWO conditions."
Draco grinned like he had already won. "Name your price."
"One, you have to go to Slughorn's not-Christmas Christmas party with me in a couple of weeks. Two, you can't ask me to ditch classes at any point for any reason for the rest of term. Give me a chance to not royally fuck up my professors' trust."
Draco moved from your side to stand in front of you. "Deal. But first you have to tell me what this 'not-Christmas Christmas party' is."
"I will...after you tell me how we get to the Room of Requirement without being stopped by Prefects or Professors."
Draco scanned the corridor, and you followed suit. There were only a few students lingering. Most had probably already made it to their next class.
"There's one perk I have to being Prefect. If anyone catches us, I'll pretend I've just busted you for something and that I'm taking you back to your common room. The Gryffindor house and the Room of Requirement are on the same floor. "
"I love a good plan." All settled, you and Draco cautiously roamed the halls until you reached the grand staircase. There were no patrols around, and you easily made your way up to the seventh floor.
"So this party..." Draco began to inquire.
"Right. Slughorn asked me to be in his club. He calls it 'The Slug Club.' I guess it's all his favorite and brightest students coming together to meet and hang out. He said he throws a Christmas party every year, but he's doing it just after Halloween since the Yule ball is after Christmas break."
You paused for a moment in wonder. If Draco planned on going to Slughorn's party with you, would he go to the Yule Ball? You thought of the other prospects that your friends told you about. Some of them seemed really nice, but you didn't really know them, and none of them had even asked you yet.
"So, anyways," you continued, "he said we can bring dates. Anyone. They don't have to be in the club." The word "date" brought crimson skies to your cheeks.
Draco hung his head towards the floor, and smiled slightly. "And you want to go with me? Of all people of Hogwarts. Honestly, you could do better."
You shoved a playful arm into his, and he staggered to the side dramatically. "Shut up. You'd be a great date."
"I know. And I can dance."
"Dance off?" you teased.
"Hoo hoo hoo. Does my little babe have a competitive side?"
Babe. You took a staggering breath in. But what did it mean to him? Was it just a word? Or was it truly a term of endearment?
"Maybe a bit," you taunted while biting the corner of your lip.
Just like that, the two of you were there. On the outside, it was quite literally just an enormous stone wall. No indications whatsoever that there were any doors or hidden rooms. It was quite astonishing.
You looked at Draco expectantly. This was all his idea, so you figured he should do the honors. Ensure that you ended up in the right room.
As if reading your mind, he looked down at you and nodded. Facing forward, he closed his eyes and concentrated.
In just a moment's time, the wall began to change. A small pair of double wooden doors started to appear. They were dark walnut, no taller than ordinary doors, and they were unassuming. No fancy embellishments or decoration. The doorknobs were oval in shape-silver and small.
Draco promptly stepped up to the doors, twisted one of the knobs, and said, "After you."
Playing up to the suspense, you dipped into a low curtsey and thanked him before stepping inside.
Nothing could prepare you for the beauty that lied within.
Draco walked up beside you and placed a gentle arm around your waist and clenched your hip. "What do you think?"
You were too stunned to speak. It was a perfectly square room with lilac walls and gold crown and base molding. To the left against the wall was a king size bed in a four poster base, much like the ones in the dormitories. It was decorated with tons of black pillows, black silky sheets, and a dark purple duvet. Two bedside tables were on either side of the bed.
Directly across from the bed was a small fireplace. It was made out of dark grey, oval shaped stones and a light grey filling in between. It was currently lit and crackling. The warmth radiated all the way to your position.
Against the wall straight in front of you was a very large, cream colored, claw-footed bathtub. About a dozen floating candles hung in the air giving a soft amber glow to the room.
Draco was now grinning from ear to ear. "There's more," he said excitedly.
Draco whipped out his wand and sauntered over to the bed. "Orchideous," he chanted. A dark pink light seeped out of his wand, and a bundle of vines, leaves, and sky blue Crysanthemums began to form and wrap around the posts of the bed.
Your eyes gleamed at the beautiful magic he produced. It was soft, kind, and thoughtful.
When he finished, he looked over at you, almost as if seeking approval.
"Draco, I'm at a loss for words. It's perfect." And it was perfect. Quaint, cozy, and secluded. But most of all, it was yours and his in perfect secrecy.
Draco's head dropped down as he hid a small smile and shoved his hands in his pockets. He did that a lot, you realized. Tried to hide his face and his emotions. Not wanting to ruin the moment, you decided to store that piece of knowledge deep in your brain. You just wanted to live right now with nothing to ruin the peace.
Draco took a few slow steps towards you, leaned down into your right ear, and whispered, "You're perfect."
Butterflies twirled around your insides and migrated together into your chest. The soft flapping of their wings quickly turned into razor blades that tore you apart from the inside out. You took a page from Draco's playbook and lowered your head in hiding.
As if second nature, he unsheathed his hand from his pocket and cupped your face. He brought your head up to look at him. He seemed to be searching for some answers. "Talk to me."
You exhaled shakily. You still hadn't told Draco about your parents. All he knew was that something big happened to land you in the hospital wing. As if reading your mind, he continued on.
"Does it have to do with whatever sent you to the hospital wing? You've been different since you got out. Talk to me."
A small part of you still wasn't sure about Draco. You wanted to trust him. While he had opened to you some and stopped running away, he was still secretive and enigmatic. How could you justify giving all of you if he wouldn't give you all of him? A longing pooled thicker in his eyes.
You weren't quite ready to take the leap.
You scraped up what you could offer. "I just don't feel like I deserve this, Draco. I don't." Your gut twisted and bunched together in pain.
"That's rubbish, and you know it. Look at me. I used to think that no one would ever care about me dead or alive. That I would never be truly seen. And you came in and changed all of that. It's terrifying as hell, and some days I'm still not sure about it. But you proved to me that I'm worthy of change and forgiveness. I don't know what happened to you. But you are worthy of change and forgiveness."
At this point, Draco was grasping both sides of your face in his hands. There was a ferocity but a tenderness to it.
"Okay," you whispered.
Still holding your face, Draco planted a delicate kiss on your forehead before wrapping both arms around you in an embrace.
"Let's take your mind off it, yeah?" said Draco as he led you over to the bed.
You sat on the edge and fell backwards onto the cushiony mattress.
"Okay, Miss Grumbles. You can't just pout," teased Draco.
Without moving your head, you flicked your eyes over in Draco's direction.
"That's funny coming from you," you retorted with a giggle.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You ALWAYS have a frown on your face."
"Not when I'm with you."
You rolled your eyes. "Smooth talker."
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
A smile crept up on your face. "Or what?"
Draco's eyebrows raised in disbelief. His jaw unclenched a bit, leaving his mouth agape. "Are you trying to banter with me right now?"
"What if I am?" Methodically, you gave a piercing stare into his eyes while slowly licking your lips. Tension bubbled thick and hot around you.
In an instant, Draco rolled and swung his leg over you, straddling you. He brought his face close to yours and whispered, "I don't think you want to do that."
"Why's that?" Your smile grew wider as more parts of you started to prickle. You wanted to test the limits the two of you set the last time you were alone.
A loud exhale left Draco's mouth. His tongue ran over his top row of teeth, and he shook his head slightly. You fantasized about the thoughts running through his head.
You decided to take it a step further. "Awh, is poor baby frustrated?"
The absolute moment you finished your sentence, Draco grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. "Oh, I can show you frustrated." With his free hand, he pulled his wand back out from his pocket. He placed the tip of it at your temple and lightly moved it down to your chin. With his wand, he moved your chin so your sight was locked onto him.
"Obscuro," he chanted firmly.
Your vision went black immediately. You felt a cool and soft fabric over your eyes.
Fascinated by the magic he just produced, you asked, "What is this?"
"A conjuration spell. It blindfolds you."
"Obviously." The darkness was like a prickling electric cloud around you, threatening to shock and light up every inch of your body.
"Don't get smart with me." You could hear the thrill in his voice. He was enjoying this.
"Make me."
You felt Draco move from on top of you. "Sit up," he commanded.
You did as you were told. For now.
"Lay face down across my lap."
Even though his voice was still demanding, he situated his arm on your back to help guide you. When you were adjusted, his left hand reached over and firmly gripped your ass cheek before slamming his hand down.
Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your pleasure, you amped up your taunts.
"Is that the best you got?"
With his free hand, he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head up slightly. "We're just getting started, darling."
Releasing your hair, he went for the hem of your skirt and lifted it to expose you. He ripped your now half soaked panties down and off. The soft heat from the fireplace spread like honey over your bottom.
The warmth didn't last long as Draco deliberately dragged his wand across both cheeks. A harsh crack rang through the air as he thwacked the wand on your ass. Your body rocked upwards from the pain. Your hands balled up around the sheets to brace yourself for the next blow.
Another stinging hit landed on your other cheek. A suppressed moan departed from your throat and into the bed.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying your punishment."
"Maybe you should try harder." You knew you shouldn't have goaded him on, but the complete control he had over you stimulated parts of you mind and body that you never knew could light up.
Draco dished out two more back to back hits. Your pelvis instinctively pushed hard into his thigh. He put his wand to the side and began to rub his hand soothingly over both cheeks. His hands were a bit cold. It was the perfect thing to assuage the burning sensation.
His hands thoughtfully moved and spread your legs apart. You were aching for him to touch you. But it wasn't just his physical touch you craved. You wanted him to take you fully, slowly, fast, and rough. You wanted him to take you any way that you could get. You had hoped, for just a little while, you could forget all of the harrowing and insidious grief that was scorching inside of you.
Two fingers glided over the wetness that was dripping out of you now. While you couldn't see it, you heard him take those same two fingers and put them in his mouth. He sucked long and hard. He made sure you could hear every moment of it.
"I bet you're dying for me to taste some more."
Truthfully, you were, and it was becoming increasingly fatiguing to pretend otherwise.
"Yes, please," you begged.
Playing back on the words you threw at him earlier, he quipped with, "Is that the best you got?" At this point, you could feel his cock throbbing against your belly.
Feeling audacious, you found a plea you thought would slash right through him. "Please, daddy."
His breath shuddered, and he let out a low moan. "Daddy, huh?" He stewed in that for a moment. "Well daddy will give you whatever you want. As long as you're a good princess."
"Anything for you."
Draco tapped you on the shoulder for your attention and helped to hoist you off his lap and back onto the bed. This time, your head sunk into one of the fluffy pillows, and you felt totally and utterly relaxed, even amidst all the excitement.
You were still blindfolded from the Obscuro charm.
You felt Draco move on top of you, and you opened your legs wide enough for him to nestle his body in between. His face leaned in mere particles away from yours. You craned your neck up to kiss him, but just as your lips faintly brushed onto his, he moved away.
"I'm still not convinced you've been good enough."
Your back arched and your hips drove up into his. A paltry grumble left your mouth.
You felt Draco's head dip down and his lips near your ear. "See, you're so impatient. "
His voice liquified your core, and you were drowning in a puddle of longing. Explosions of desire pricked in the depths of your stomach and your clitoris. The sensation swam fast laps back and forth between the two.
You bit down hard on your lip. You wanted to stifle any restlessness that was digging its way up from your throat. You wanted to be the good girl Draco asked you to be.
Your mind couldn't fight the matter any longer, and the restraints you had on your eagerness were relinquished.
"Draco, please," you huffed out.
"How's it feel to beg like a little slut?"
"Please. I'll be a good girl. I won't smart mouth you. I just want you, all of you, only you."
Draco let out a few short chuckles. You felt his head dip down and plant a long and winding garden of kisses from your collarbone to your navel. Slower and slower with each until he finally started to make his way to your throbbing clit. When his lips were a hair of a distance away, your hips buckled upwards to close the gap. To your dismay, his mouth had moved.
You let out a frustrated breath. "Daddy," you emphasized. "Please. Make me forget."
There was a pause. Then Draco granted your request. His tongue dipped into your sticky arousal and moved it up to embrace the entire surface of your yearning.
His entire mouth closed around it like a sealed dome. Nothing else to go in except pleasure. He shattered that enclosure immediately and moved his mouth back down to your opening, which was now expanding even more in anticipation. His tongue slid in between the curves of your outer lips like an icy, winding road. Your clit was frantic for attention. Pulsing quicker and quicker, sending brazen embers that grew hotter and higher.
Draco continued to only regard every single area other than your clit. You knew he was doing it on purpose. His words repeated in your head, "Oh, I can show you frustrated." That he could.
You felt a singular digit gently swipe over the entrance of your cunt. Like twins in sync, his finger followed suit of his tongue in only teasing you just enough to drive you mad.
He made several short attempts at going full force, but it was like giving drops of water to a man who'd spent days in the desert. It was never going to be enough to quench your thirst. You needed the full jug.
Wanting to take control, you ensnared clumps of his hair on the sides of his head and pulled his head further in.
But he was stronger than you and broke your grip on him. "One second, pet."
A moment passed, and your mind was buzzing. "Finite," recited Draco. Immediately, the blindfold was off of you. You looked down at Draco with questions burning through your mind.
"I want you to look at me when you cum."
That phrase alone tossed your head back deeper into the pillow and your back further into the air.
When Draco repositioned himself between you, you coiled your legs around his back. One hand returned to the side of his head, tugging at both his hair and ear. The other hand dug trenches into the bedsheets in anticipation.
Draco slid two fingers inside of you, curling them upwards. As he found his rhythm, his lips returned to your cunt. His movements insatiable, like he would never be satisfied.
Your hips flung upwards and then around in circles and his tongue grew more feverish along your clit.
His mouth refused to move from its spot like an addict guzzling down liquor.
Your vision began to blur as satisfaction coursed through your veins. Your brain filled with storm clouds. It was dark, thunderous, and electric.
"Please. Don't stop," you begged.
He somehow pushed himself deeper into you, but you weren't questioning it. Ecstasy ruptured blazing lava all over his fingers, and you let out quaking moans. Your knuckles had turned white from grasping the bed. Beads of sweat formed along your hairline. Exhausted and elated, you sunk into the silky comfort beneath you.
Draco collapsed beside you and laid on his side to face you. "Come here," he whispered. He opened his arms, and you curled up into a ball and scooted into him.
"You don't want to keep going?" you implored.
"No, no. Right now is about you. I wanted to make you feel better."
Feeling contented, you nuzzled your head even closer to his chest.
"Besides," he continued. "We can stay in here all day."