Previously:
I could feel the raw weight of his anger. I knew this was his way of accepting me. Testing if I was worthy of being near her. But it didn't ease the ache inside. "I'd rather have myself die than hurt her ever again," I whispered, letting the words carry all the guilt, all the promises I'd failed to keep before.
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(YN POV:)
I flopped onto the chair next to Draco, glancing at Harry across from us. "So... you both talked?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but my eyebrows gave away my suspicion. "Yes," Draco replied, sounding way too calm for my liking.
"And you didn't fight?" I pressed, narrowing my eyes. Both of them shook their heads, smirks spreading across their faces in that all-too-suspicious way that immediately made me wary. "You're telling me you spent... I don't even know how many hours together, and neither of you tried to kill the other?" I exclaimed, leaning back in disbelief.
Harry threw me a mock-offended glance. "Now you're offending us. We can be civil, you know." Draco snorted beside me, and I couldn't help but feel like I'd just stumbled into some weird, impossible truce between sworn enemies.
"I can believe a lion would eat grass before thinking you two could even tolerate each other," I said, smirking. Both of them rolled their eyes, clearly not impressed with my comparison.
"Anyway, I'm getting late for my date with Ginny," Harry said, giving Draco a nod before getting up and leaving the Three Broomsticks. I blinked, shocked and more than a little surprised. I turned to Draco, raising an eyebrow. "Spill. What happened?"
He casually draped an arm around my shoulders, his eyes softening in that way that made my chest warm. "Let it be, darling. You can call it... a bit of our guys' secret," he said with a smirk. I supposed I could let it go. After all, they talked, they were civil and honestly, what more could I ask for?
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Some nights, Draco and I had sleepovers in his room. Tonight was one of those nights. I stirred awake to soft groans and turned to see Draco wincing, holding his arm. I shifted on the bed to sit up. "What's wrong?" I asked gently.
"It's just... hurting," he managed, his voice low.
At that moment, I wished I had my powers, but I couldn't just let him suffer. Carefully, I reached out and took his arm. There it was the Dark Mark. Voldemort was gone, but the mark carried ancient dark magic that didn't simply vanish when he died. I muttered every healing and numbing charm I could think of. They helped a little, but the pain clear from his tense expression was still there.
"Thanks, darling," he said, managing a small, tired smile. "I don't even know what I'd do without you," he added, his voice soft. "You don't have to know," I whispered, holding his face gently between my hands and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'm not going anywhere."
He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me impossibly close without breaking the kiss. "Will you help me... distract me from this pain?" he murmured pulling back a bit, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're the only guy I know who flirts while in pain," I shot back, rolling my eyes.
"Is that a yes?" he asked, tilting his head.
My hands went straight into his hair, gripping and tugging as I pulled him closer. Our lips met again, harder, fiercer. He bit my lower lip and a moan slipped out of me, raw and unthinking. His hands roamed my back, one slipping up to my throat, holding me tightly.
"You're so cute when you try to take control," he whispered, his breath hot against my lips. I could only respond with shuddered moans, the air leaving my lungs as his grip tightened, as if he wanted me to feel everything he was feeling pain, desire, desperation all at once.
He pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me with a deliberate weight that made my heart race. "Tell me, love... what do you want me to do to you?" he murmured, pressing soft kisses along my jaw as one hand slowly lifted the edge of my tank top.
"Fuck me," I breathed out before thinking though maybe I had thought about it all along. I wanted him. I knew he wanted me. "Are you sure? Is that what you want, darling?" he asked again, tilting his head to meet my eyes.
"Yes, I want you Draco." I replied, or maybe it was more a command than an answer. "As my highness wishes," he murmured, his lips finding mine in a fierce, biting kiss. His hands tightened around my waist as he lifted me effortlessly.
I landed on his lap, the heat of him pressing against me, and he broke the kiss just long enough to remove my top. I lifted my arms instinctively, helping him, my pulse hammering in my chest as every nerve seemed to be on fire.
(DRACO POV:)
I'd seen her body countless times, yet every glimpse drove me insane. How could someone be flawless in every way? Our eyes met, and I saw the same burning desire reflected back at me. She slid my T-shirt off, a soft gasp escaping her lips. Beneath her, my dick throbbed painfully, sharper than the ache in my arm.
She must have noticed, because she began to move against me, deliberately, torturously slow. A low groan ripped from me as my hands instinctively found her hips, holding her close, unable to let go. I couldn't hold back anymore. My hands gripped her throat as I crushed my mouth to hers, roaming over her back while her fingers tangled in my hair, clutching at my neck.
Her gasps and moans slid into me, pulling every instinct out of control. I laid her down, peeling off her shorts slowly, savoring the shiver that ran through her. My fingers traced a deliberate path from her stomach to her pussy, and I felt her body tremble under my touch.
I rubbed her clit, then without warning, shoved two fingers deep inside her. She moaned against my mouth, loud and desperate, and I groaned in reflex. I pulled back only to trail kisses along her jaw and neck, sucking and nibbling, leaving a few hickies as evidence. I increased the pace, fingers pumping into her, and then heard it my name on her lips. "Oh god, Draco." The sound of it, trembling and raw, made my blood burn hotter.
Her hand found my trousers, rubbing my dick through the fabric, driving my mind completely insane. Groans escaped me, mingling with her matching moans. With my free hand, I pushed my trousers down, and her hand wrapped perfectly around me.
She stroked me as I increased the pace of my fingers inside her, and we became a tangle of groans and moans in the silent room. With one last thrust, her entire body trembled with pleasure, and I couldn't hold back, coming across her stomach.
She looked down at her body, then, without breaking eye contact, took some of my cum on her fingers and brought them to her mouth, sucking them while gazing at me with a dangerous, fiery intensity.
"Ride me." I didn't even realize how deep and low my voice had gone. Without a word, she pushed me down and lowered herself onto my dick. I threw my head back as a gasp tore from me. Merlin, she fit me so perfectly it was heaven.
It was as if she had been made entirely for me, made for me to hate, love, care for, and fuck. She lifted herself, then slammed back down, and I couldn't get enough.
(YN POV:)
It was a whole new kind of pleasure. Him inside me stretched me to my limits painful, yet unbearably sweet at the same time. His groans matched mine, and as he grew impatient with my slow thrusts, he grabbed my hips, making me move faster.
"Merlin, you're doing so good, darling," he said. I loved the deep, dangerously sexy timbre of his voice when he was driven by desire.
"You're driving me crazy," I moaned, and he responded by pushing me onto the bed, thrusting harder and faster. My toes curled, my body trembling, light blinding my eyes, and all I could do was scream in pleasure. My body shook uncontrollably, and shortly after, he followed.
He collapsed on top of me, our breathing mingling. He kissed my head softly. "You're so perfect," he whispered. I was too exhausted to respond. "Come on, let me help you clean up," he said, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the bathroom connected to his room.
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