Ink / Draco Malfoy (18+)

"Moths"

"Moths"
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Draco glanced down on my shivering body, smiling to himself as the fear in his eyes slowly faded away,

"You okay?", he muttered quietly, as if he wanted me to be the only person in the world hearing it. I tilted my head to the side, admiring the perfect shape of the moon one last time, before facing him again,

"Yeah, I'm just cold."

"And I'm drunk.", he giggled softly, and the moment our eyes met he seemed to lose his balance for second, causing me to quickly grab his arm,

"Ookay, you brought me up here, I will bring you down.", I mumbled into the side of his shoulder, inhaling deeply right after- embracing the smell of apples, cigarettes, and my favorite out of all: peppermint.

Everytime he came close enough for me to feel his breath on my face I would smell it. When he pressed his delicate lips on mine so softly, I could nearly taste it. It smelled so clean and fresh- sort of cold and soulless- but it smelled like love.

"Yes, ma'am.", an embarassed giggle escaped his lips right after while I was struggling to carry him down the stairs,

When we arrived at his dorm he pulled his wand out and unlocked the door with a quiet whisper before dragging me into his room. The door was not even closed when his hands pushed me back against the wall for him to kiss me hungrily.

His cold hand slowly wandered up to my throat, squeezing it roughly, while his other hand collided with the door to close it. I felt his hands all over my body, as if he was trying to take everything from me- as if he couldn't get enough of me.

He grunted into the kiss and bit my bottom lip, then he pulled away and leaned over to level my ear with his lips,

"I will make you feel so good.", I could hear his voice shaking, I knew he was struggling to stand straight. I wanted him so bad and I couldn't wait to feel him again, but when I looked into his eyes,

they were red and tired- completely wasted. And this didn't feel right.

I let his arm rest on my shoulder and walked him to his bed. He pushed me down, laying on top of me now, making it even harder to resist. He pressed his lips on mine passionately, until I used both hands to push him away,

"Draco-", he blinked at me in confusion, "I don't think we should do that. Not that I wouldn't want to, but you are drunk,", I cupped his face with my hand and placed a kiss on his lips before pulling away again,

"and I think you should get some sleep."

He let out a sigh as the corners of his mouth started twitching, then he pushed himself off me,

"Can you at least stay here?"

I noticed some hairs resting on his forehead as he looked at me through his red eyes. He pulled me closer with one hand before burying his face in my chest,

"I don't want you to leave."

I looked through the room and noticed the candle flickering on his desk, just like the first time I entered his room. I tilted my head to the side again, realizing how close his face was to mine. I inhaled the scent from his sheets, it was slowly making its way up to my nose, to my heart.

I watched his eyes close slowly and I just couldn't help but admire how damn beautiful he was.

Right when I thought he was asleep, his lips parted again,

"Promise you won't leave."

There he was. The boy I've always hated, resting his head on my chest, drifting off into a world of his own,