Hidden | Draco Malfoy, 18+

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Navy swallowed, forcing a smile, ''I just —'' She nearly choked on her own saliva, ''What is this place?''

Blaise chuckled, taking her attention off Pansy, and she looked at him instead, ''This is a secret of the Malfoy men, you understand. Mr. Malfoy usually takes command here, but some days of the week, he lets Draco—''

''Who lets me do what?'' Draco's voice came hoarse from behind them, making all three of them turn their heads, but just as Navy was about to face the blond boy approaching them, his chest slammed against her spine.

He stopped close to her as every nerve in her body held on edge. The enchanting scent of cologne and mint embraced her as he reached over her shoulder, his hand wrapped around the neck of a flask filled with alcohol.

''Here you go, darling.'' Draco leaned closer. His other hand lingered over her cheek before he bent her head back to rest it on his shoulder.

He trailed the bottle up to his mouth, ripping the stopper off it with his teeth as he swung his head to the side, making the strands of blond hair hang out of his sight.

Draco's hand around her neck tensed as he pathed the bottle to her lips, and in a swift move, he poured the fire whiskey down her throat.

She groaned at the bitter taste burning on the inside of her mouth, but in the grip he had of her — she couldn't do more than to swallow the liquor.

''You're already such a good girl,'' Draco growled into her hair before he tore the bottle away, placing it back at the table in front of her, ''Always a good girl for me.''

''What were you saying, Zabini? Who lets me do what?'' Draco smirked as his hand stayed around her throat.

Blaise nervously stared at the hold his friend kept Navy in before his lips parted to speak,

''That your father allow you to use his club—''

''Oh, yes...'' Draco mumbled, his nose pushed against Navy's cheek as he stared more than intensely at her, ''It's your first time here, isn't it?''

Navy nodded at Draco's words, feeling how her veins pushed in warmth at the rough way he handled her. How he without cause was demanding with her. She couldn't lie. She liked it a bit too much.

''Well—'' He held, slowly letting go of her, ''This is what you call a gentleman's club, and what you do here is...''

A smirk took over his otherwise cold expression as he lightly shook his head at her, ''You know what? I'll just leave that to your imagination.''

Navy's breaths hitched as she felt his hand slid down her arm. The tips of his fingers trailed goosebumps to follow his touch.

She shivered, feeling the alcohol swirl through her blood, ''What if I want to know—''

''Well, I guess I'll get our room ready.'' Pansy grinned before she backed away, disappearing in the mass of people around them.

Draco stayed close behind Navy, still with his chest pushed against her spine. He amusingly eyed her down, ''And you were able to sneak out, I see?''

She froze at the remembrance of what had happened before she left, how she was more than close to confronting the two people closest to her.

''Yeah, you should've seen them,'' Blaise caught their attention, ''She almost called Nott out for cheating on her.''

Even if Navy didn't look at Draco — she could hear his jaws clenching, the hand resting on the table gripped tensely around the wood, and before she could even react to what he was doing. Draco gripped her by her neck, ring-coated fingers tanged into the wavy strands of her hair.