"What the fuck?" I stare at the book, realizing I wrote the wrong potion throughout the assignment, before groaning in frustration.
"Izabella-"
"I can't do this, Draco. It's fucking with my head, it's either I go back there and finish my education, or I end this right here." A faint smile occurs on his lips before walking up to me, leaning over me, staring at the papers.
"Izabella-"
"I already know; you won't have to tell me I fucked it all up; I know," he smiles, forcing me to look at him.
"It's correct; you just wrote down the wrong potion; Other than that, it's right. You need to focus," I groan, focus? Is that what he is telling me to do right now? Easy to say that when he is around me, waiting for me to complete this assignment, when his hair is a hot mess, and he wears a half-naked shirt, it's distracting.
"No, dont you dare give up. You have everything up here. You are just not focused." I look away from him, I can't give him another glance, or it will end badly for both of us.
"Izabella look at me," he grabs my hand, and I follow his movement.
"What is distracting you? Are you worried about your parents?" Fuck, I haven't even thought about my parents, which is embarrassing, knowing they could be dead. My eyes fall to his lips, damn it. A smirk takes place on them, and I know he noticed it.
"Darling?" I meet his eyes, and the air leaves my lungs.
"Am I distracting you?" His voice is seductive, and it's messing with my head. He knows the answer to that question. He follows my list, for goddamn sake. How does he expect me to focus when I can only think about how to stay away from him?
"I have an idea," I suck in my lips, staring at him.
"For every completed assignment, you get a reward." My lips fall wide open; reward?
"What is that supposed to mean?" He points at the book, and I feel shivers over my body as he moves closer.
"Focus, darling; we both know you like rewards." I'm almost shaking, but I try to focus, writing down the right potion and feeling his breath close to me.
"How does it look?" I give him the papers, knowing I have only changed the name of the potions. He reads through it, a smile on his lips, and my eyes fall to his hands holding the papers.
"Looks like a perfect grade," his eyes meet mine, and I can't help but smile.
"What is my reward?"
"What do you want?" He smirks, and goddamn, he knows exactly what I want.
"Draco... We are not supposed to," He leans closer,
"We aren't supposed to? Or you dont want to?" My air stops in my lungs again, eyes fall to his lips.
"You already know-"
"Then why are we spending time staying away from something we both fucking want?" I stay quiet.
"Do you trust me, Izabella?" He asks, more serious in his tone.
"I asked you a question,"
"Yes." I meet his eyes, and he smiles at me.
"If I kissed you, would you push me away?" I shake my head, feeling my heart in my throat.
"No,"
"Live in the moment with me, will you?" I stare at him, feeling the moment stop before I nod.
"Perfect," his lips meet mine; god, he is not gentle. It's like he has been waiting forever for this, like getting fed after ages of hunger. He holds me, pulling me down on his lap, his hands on my back, slightly over my ass. My hand is around his neck, where they belong; as he kisses me with so much passion, I think I forget how to breathe. He is hard, and I moan, grinding against him to feel more,
"Izabella," he groans, and I smirk proudly before kissing him again. I'm back in heaven and not planning to leave again. He is holding me tightly, his hands on my ass now. as he catches my breath with every kiss.
"So." He leaves a kiss on my neck,
"fucking," on my cheek.
"Perfect." And then reunites our lips again, I smile through it, feeling like the world fucking stopped again, and I'm only with him.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," a woman's voice says from behind, and I jump, seeing Narcissa standing at the kitchen entrance where we are studying. I lick my lips, staying on Draco as Narcissa shakes her head.
"I told you you could stay home if you helped her study, not snog her in our kitchen, you dirty bastard." She hits Draco with a kitchen towel before smirking at me.
"Izabella dear, go to your room so I can deal with my son for a second." I smile faintly, feeling embarrassed, before jumping off Draco and running upstairs. Oh my fucking god.
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Bella
Hey so
Uhm
Just one question
How long did you guess me and Draco would stay away from each other for?
Mattheo
Depends on the counting
After he stayed at home with you - Half a day
Bella
Fuck... you're smart
Mattheo
You owe me 50
Bella
Nah ask Draco
He's the dirty fucker
Mattheo
Was it good
Bella
yes
Now piss off and stop making bets about me
Mattheo
thanks for making him smile again Bella
Bella
mhmmmm
Mattheo
🥰
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FanfictionHaving a reason or not, Bella and Draco can't stand each other. They are Hogwart's best students, yet they won't stop their war for the first-place title. Even though their families are best friends, they won't talk, text or even look at each other...
