His Savior

Chapter 9. Year 4. Draco

"FIVE FOOT! FUCKING FIVE FOOR! THAT'S HOW SHORT I AM!" I hear from the other end of the table. I look over and see a frustrated Amely. Well before everything stopped and everyones attention turned to her. I hated it. 

She gets up and awkwardly leaves with everyone staring at her. I get up to follow and glare at everyone I make eye contact with. 

When I get out I try to look around for her but I can't find her. 

'Bloody girl got herself lost' I think with an eyeroll. I turn a corner and see her looking around puzzled. 

"Five foot, eh? Didn't know the Potter's where half goblin? Now it all makes sense! The height and the ugly faces" I say. I don't mean any of it obviously, but it's all true for her brother. I love how short she is. Makes me feel very protective of her. 

She turns towards me with her cheeks pink. 

"Shut it. At least i'm no giant. I mean how do you even fit through door ways?" she asks. It surprises me. Usually Potter will say shut up and then leave. His sister is more of a challenge. And ,I for one, love challenges. 

"Psh! You and your bloody brother are just jealous. All the ladies love tall guys" I say proudly, hoping to bait her in. She rolls her eyes. 

"Well good thing i'm straight then buddy" she says, even though I didn't mean that. She starts to turn around but i'm not done with her yet. I grab her chin forcing her back and making her look at me. She angles her eyes up that way she can see me. I love her eyes, green. It's always been a weakness of mine. 

Every time i'd have Parkinson suck me off she'd make sure to wear green. It turns me on more than I can comprehend. 

"So you like me too then huh?" I say while getting even closer. She smells fantastic. Like sugar cookies and lavender. A strange mix, but it's so her. Wait what? God i'm going insane.

"God no! I'm not blind and def!" she says. I focus my eyes on her lips as she speaks. They look soft, just like her skin. I'd love to feel her skin when I pound into her. 

I let go and let out a laugh. I shove her against the wall before she can move away. I wrap my hand around her soft neck and the other I hold her wrist above her head so she can't move. 

"Believe me, princess. You will I can promise you that" I say as I move my face closer, if that's even possible. Her breath hitch's and her eyes flutter a tad. It makes me even harder. "Oh you like when I call you that? Little slut. I'll remember that" I say with a grin. 

I dive my face down to her long pale neck. I lightly run my lips across it before I find her sensitive spot. I suck it making sure I leave a mark. She lets out a soft moan. I can feel my pants stretching as my dick presses against the front. 

I lick the spot spot causing her to breath heavy. I was about to slid my hand down to her breast when-

"Amely! Amel-Am I interrupting something?" I hear Perish say from down her hallway. 

'Yes, Perish. Yes you are' I think grudgingly. Amely's head whips in her direction before she shoves me off her. 

"Nope! Not at all!" she says with her cheeks inflamed. I glare at Perish before sending a tad of it at Amely. "Let's go Amanda!" she says while dragging her arm down the hallway. 

Once they leave I smirk. This will be an interesting year. I walk the long way back to the common room while thinking of our little moment in the hallway. I wonder when she'll find the little gift I left her on her neck. 

I get to the common room and find Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle sitting on the sofa by the fire. 

"Hey mate!" Blaise says as I sit next to him. "Woah what happened?" he asks with a nod down to the tent in my slacks. 

"A very unfortunate arrival" I say as I grab a glass off the counter and grab the fire whiskey they've been drinking. 

"A period?" Goyle asks. I roll my eyes. 

"No an annoying girl in the hallway" I say while taking a swig. 

"Back to the conversation. The Potter girl" I hear from behind me. I turn and see Theodore Nott coming from the bathroom. "Oh hey Malfoy" he greets before taking a seat on a chair closest to the fire. 

"She's hot, and doesn't seem like her brother" Crabbe says with a shrug. 

"Agreed" Goyle says. I'm starting to get upset. 

"What do you think of her Malfoy?" Crabbe asks. 

"Eh. A nuisance. Just like her brother" I lie before finishing my glass and pouring another. 

"Hey boys!" We hear from behind us. I know that annoying voice. It's Parkinson. "Thought we'd join you!" she says, all the others turn to see who it is. I keep my head right where it is.  I already know who 'we' is. Her and Daphne Greengrass. And sometimes Perish. Depends on how bored she is. 

Oh shit Perish. She caught me with Amely. She should know better than to mention whaat happened, but i'll give her a glare just in case. 

"Sure join us! We were just talking about Potter! Well the boy Potter" he says. Parkinson takes a spot on the opposite couch next to Crabbe and Goyle. Perish and Greengrass follow. 

"Huh well you can probably sit next to Malfoy, Potter" Nott says. Potter? I choke on my whiskey as she sits the furthest away from me as she can. 

She looks over at me as I cough. It burns going down normal but it hurts even more when it goes down wrong. Like acid. She lifts her delicate hand and hits my back making me cough more but gets it down better. 

"Better?" she asks in a shy voice. I just nod gruffly as I pour another glass. I hear the others laughing at me. Except Parkinson. She's sending a glare to Amely. 

I look over to Amely and she has a small smile on her face. 

"Let's drink! To Malfoy's health!" Greengrass jokes as I glare at her. Everyone lifts a glass, other than Amely and myself. "Want a glass Am?" she asks while pouring one. 

"Sure!" she replies. She raises her glass as well. Great. "TO MALFOY'S HEALTH! MAY HE NOT CHOCK TO DEATH ON FLAMIBLE LIQUID!" she exclaims with a giggle. And i've got to admit. It was pretty cute. 

"TO MALFOY!" they echo. I just roll my eyes and grumble. They all down it in one gulp. Even Amely. Her face twists and contorts as the burning liquid runs down her throat. I wonder how she would look when having an orgasm?