-1I stayed. I had to. Draco Malfoy had to be in front of me for my plan to take action. And just like I'd knew they would be, Ron, Hermionie, and a group of slytherins were standing right outside Snapes classroom. I had to hope Malfoy would do it… I had to hope he'd be the bastard that he was, just this once, and, he was.
"Oh look, the weasel and the mud blood are here!" he snickered, so predictable, so mean, so… Malfoy.
"What did you say, Malfoy?" Ron's teeth were showing and he was almost growling.
"I'll handle this, Ron" I said and stepped forward holding one arm across Ron's chest.
"Oh great, Scar-head's here… run boys, run!"
"Draco Malfoy, you've insulted two individuals in the presence of a prefect and the Head Girl" I motioned to Hermionie, who bowed her head in acknowledgement "For this offence you will serve two hours detention with me in my private room" I thrust a small yellow slip into his hand and turned away, he was speechless, and I was grinning inwardly!
As we walked back to the gryffindor common room Ron congratulated me on finally doing the thing no teacher would do - giving Draco Malfoy, son and heir of Lucius Malfoy detention. But they didn't know that I had hidden motives. They didn't know my plan was not to torture draco, but rather to pleasure him.
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I had an hour until he arrived, here, in my private room. My emotions were but a tornado in the middle of a hurricane, none of my thoughts added up and I couldn't work out what to do. I figured Draco wasn't gay - but up until just last month, I figured I wasn't either! Then what if Draco hit me… or hexed me… or what if he just told the whole school I lured him here just to try to be with him? It was too late for that now. One knock. Two knock. It's now or never.
"Hello, who is it?" I'm trying desperately to keep my voice from breaking, not easy when I'm talking to a door, a door I know that a certain blonde slytherin stands behind.
"It's Draco Malfoy, Potter!" the voice behind the door snapped back.
He was early, surely that was a good sign? Did that mean he actuelly wanted to spend time with me? I froze on the spot and stared at the door "Come on in, Draco"
The door flew open abruptly, and Draco was standing in the doorway smirking "Well, Potter, I'm here. Now what do you want me to do?"
I felt the warm rise to my cheeks, I could think of many things I wanted him to do, kiss me here… lick me there… touc- "Well, I didn't really plan that far ahead" I said grinning "So I guess you'll just be stuck here with nothing to do for two hours"
"Very well, Potter" Draco sneered taking a seat on my bed without an invite, I hadn't moved my stuff back into this room yet, and I knew that it would be months before I finaly did, I hadn't expected the position of prefect - it was only when I arrived at school that Dumbledore told me I would be taking the position if I wished. A grin crept over Dracos pale, smooth lips.
I looked around the room, glancing in the mirror, and turning back to face him "What?" - I was blushing now and he knew it.
"Just…" he looked as though he was going to start laughing "Your hair… it's… messier than usual"
I glanced back and his smile, he was laughing now and felt the hatred well up inside me - I'd spent all night spelling this room just so he'd be comfortable and now he's sneering at me… now he's making fun of me, I stood up out of my chair abruptly and glared at him deeply "I'll have you know, Malfoy, that I actually like my hair like this!"
Draco stood up and walked closer, we were almost touching, I wouldn't even have Ron this close, and I felt the warmth rise to my cheeks again as Draco smiled "Oh… so do I, Potter… so do I…" I wasn't sure if it was the look in his eyes, or the smile on his lips or just the words he had said to me, but I suddenly found my knees going weak, I knew I was going to fall… and I didn't know what was causing it then again, maybe it was the kiss he had just given me? I didn't know what was supporting me - maybe his embrace, the way he pulled me close to his chest, his heartbeat racing against my own, maybe it was the way his fingers tangled themselves in my unruly hair, or maybe it was the way he was trying to lead me backwards.
I followed without objection, a slender hand removed my glasses, and placed them on the table just beside my bed, another slender hand traced my jaw line and down my chest - and oh-so-gently pushed me down onto my own bed. I was thinking twice about this - maybe I was dreaming, maybe I had fallen asleep whilst waiting for him to arive, his body fell over mine, his heart racing against my own once again, one hand caressing my thigh the other tangled in my hair whilst his hips thrust against my own as we moaned into each others mouths and I realised quite quickly in fact, this was no dream.
His hand crept up from my thigh and shot up my tshirt, fingers spiralling over my hairless chest and his tongue darted over my lips, before dueling with my own. I can't belive I'd had wizard duels with Mal- Draco so often, dueling with our mouths seemed so much more… appropriate. His hand was creeping back down from my chest now, back over my tummy, and lingering over the button to my jeans. With one clear flick, my jeans were open, and Dracos hand began to explore all that could be found.
We've been together for a month now. Kissing every time we got the chance between every class, done everything imaginable, in every room you can think of… and I'd not change any of it for the world.