Draco was debating whether he should tease the smaller boy more or not. He was still on top of the brunette and did not think that Timmy would be able to get free. He couldn't stop the smirk that tugged at his lips when the boy spoke. He likes it. The thought was funny to the Slytherin. He hadn't exactly expected that.
Something clicked in Timmy's head that made him start to wiggle underneath his classmate. This isn't right. He was starting to feel guilty about this. After all, Wanda was right there, on the floor beside the couch. He knew she could hear the moans, even though she was tangled in his pajama shirt at the moment.
As Timmy started to struggle, Draco made his grip on the boy's wrists tighter. A squeak slipped from the brunette's lips, but he refused to calm down. "I-I changed my m-mind!" His voice was still rather soft, as he wasn't sure that he meant those words. "P-p-please --"
The words were cut off by Draco pressing his teeth lightly into the Hufflepuff's neck. This drew a soft whine from Timmy as he tried to resist the other boy, but his body arched hungrily towards him. "Pl-please," he tried again as his head spun with lust and arousal. "S-st-stop!" His voice came out as more of a whine than the command the brunette had hoped for.
"I thought you liked it." Draco said, finally pulling his mouth away from Timmy's flesh. He gave the blue-eyed boy a pout, sticking out his lower lip. "Is it me?" He asked, masking his face with false offense as he loosened his grip the tiniest bit.
Timmy's eyes went wide at this new side of the cold-hearted boy. He was so gullible that he took the offense as the real thing. "N-no," he bit his lip gently. What could he say? There's a fairy in my pocket, but if she wasn't there I'd be all over you? Yeah, he wouldn't sound crazy if he said that.
"Then what is it?" There was a certain demanding tone to Draco's voice that made Timmy a bit nervous.
"I-I just don't l-like it anymore," the brunette stammered as the Slytherin tugged lightly at his cotton pants.
"Are you sure?" he purred seductively, trying to make himself as irresistible as possible. He pressed his lips to the boy's neck once more, smirking at the Hufflepuff's soft gasp.
"Y-yes," Timmy squirmed against Draco. He pulled his wrists free but, as he slid clumsily off the couch, he pajama bottoms slipped partially off. A blush spread across his cheeks once more as he nervously stood, grabbing at the waistband that had fallen around his ankles. "I'm sure." He choked out his words as he pulled his pants up and grabbed his shirt from the floor.
"Aw, where are you going?" Draco faked disappointment as he climbed off the couch.. He knew he could always get the boy to return. "I thought you were going to stay so we could have a little," he tilted his head, making his gray eyes level with the other's frightened sapphire ones, "fun."
Timmy shivered at the Slytherin's face in his. 'Fun' he says. Yeah, maybe for him. The brunette slipped his hands through his sleeves, after unbuttoning the top, as quickly as he could manage. "No…" he was so nervous that the blond would tell the entire school of this if he did not comply. Buttoning up his top he murmured, "Not now."
He believed his breathing was slowing as he tugged lightly at the bottom of the shirt. He almost hoped that Draco hadn't heard that last part as the blonde's voice broke through his mind. "Oh, believe me," he smirked, staring straight into Timmy's baby blue orbs, "If not now, then very soon." A small smile pulled at his lips as he raised his eyebrows slightly. "You won't be able to forget what happened -- and what almost happened -- here."
Timmy averted his gaze anxiously to the ground. His hand flew to his breast pocket for a split second, but only to make sure his fairy was still there. Without another word he made his way out of the common room. He did not stop, nor turn even his head until he had reached the painting in front of the Hufflepuff common room.
The brunette stopped as he leaned his back against the wall. He raised a hand to his neck, rubbing it softly. Still warm? He let out a long, deep breath before muttering the password and stepping into the common room. Timmy let himself collapse in one of the armchairs. What the hell just happened?
"Sweetie," Wanda's voice came from the boy's pocket, "Are you all right?"
Timmy sighed heavily, "Yeah, Wanda." He headed for his dormitory. Maybe I can finally get some sleep. He flopped down on his bed after tossing Wanda onto the end table.
Stupid Malfoy. Timmy curled up into a ball, questions flying through his head. What does he want with me? Am I just a sex toy? He sighed again, closing his eyes tightly, trying to block out the blonde's face and scent. Why won't he just call me Timmy?
