Harry Potter Imagines

Alone time D.M

"But Y/n! I need you there to survive," Hermione begs, she's told you before that she was so excited to have another girl in her friend group, if that's what you can call it. She didn't mind being the only girl with Ron and Harry, but it was a nice change to have you there.

"I'm sorry Hermione, next time, I promise!" you smile, winking at her and tilting your head.

"Okay.. just be careful with Malfoy, alright?"

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You sat in bed, reading spells that you could do to make Draco's hair red. Even if there wasn't a spell, you had red hair dye ready to go.

While you were sitting there by yourself, you couldn't help but realize it had been ages since you were left alone, you were almost always surrounded by people, and that means it's been awhile since you had "relieved" yourself.

I shouldn't let an opportunity go to waste, right? You thought to yourself, fuck it.

You placed the book onto your bedside table and removed your cute little pyjama pants that had penguins on them, discarding them onto the floor and sticking a hand down your black lace underwear.

You brought your fingers to your clit, letting out a mewl. It truly felt so nice to finally be able to touch yourself again, after months of not doing anything.

You slowly trailed your fingers to your folds, collecting the building up wetness. You slid your fingers up and down, rubbing on your clit a little more as well. You slapped your free hand onto your mouth to cover up any loud noises.

You moaned to yourself, shutting your eyes as you played with your little bundle of nerves, before sliding a finger into your pussy swiftly, moaning quietly. Lost in the moment, you began thinking of Draco, sure he was a douche, but he had a pretty face, and that was good enough for you at the moment.

You imagined what it would feel like for his finger to pump into you like this, how it would feel like for him to call you pet names as you moaned.

You slid another finger in, whimpering even louder as you felt the unforgotten feeling of the knot being formed in your stomach. You imagined how it would feel like for Draco to kiss you as he finger fucked you, how it would feel like if he curled his fingers in your pussy as you moaned his name.

"Draco.." you whimpered quietly.

"Oh love," someone said from the shadows.

You immediately froze, retracting your hand from your panties as you scrambled to cover yourself with your blanket. You heard footsteps, and then saw a familiar figure emerge from the darkness.

"What do we have here?" the platinum blonde boy smirked, staring at your embarrassed form on your bed. "Never thought someone like you would be wanting me this badly."

"What the fuck, Draco!" you whisper-shouted, holding the blanket to your chest and staring at him with furrowed brows, "You better get out of here before you regret being here in the first place."

"Ah yes," Draco chuckled, walking closer to you, "I would love to leave and tell everyone about how you were moaning my name as you touched yourself." You wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid, hot smirk off of Draco's face.

"What the hell do you want?" you asked, quickly looking at what he was wearing. A white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black dress pants.

"I was actually here to dye your hair green, you see, I saw you weren't at the party, and thought you were sleeping, but I can see it's obvious that you weren't. But now," Draco explained, "Y/n, the question is," he took a seat on your bed, lifting your chin to look into your eyes, "What do you want, hmm?"