Built for Sin (Draco Malfoy)

BONUS: TEMPER TANTRUMS

Y'ALL I NAMED THEIR CHILD EMERALD BECAUSE OF THE EMERALD RING THAT DRACO GAVE ALORA. their child's name was supposed to symbolize their love lol I didn't expect so many people to hate it 😭

but here's the first bonus chapter! a few of you wanted to see draco's reaction to alora being pregnant and what the two of them were like during her pregnancy, so without further ado...

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"You're mine... forever. How crazy is that?"

Draco ran his fingers through my hair, brushing the stray locks off of my forehead before leaning in and pressing a lingering kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes, finding peace in the way his bare chest enveloped me in warmth.

The two of us had had a long night: one round after another, our chests beaded with sweat, fingers tugging on each other's hair, bedsheets a tangled mess...

"I still think you're out of my league," he continued.

"Shut up," I grinned to myself, nuzzling my face into his neck and wrapping my arms around his broad torso. "That's not true and you know it."

He hummed, hugging me back and resting his chin on top of my head, "Do I?"

I closed my eyes, lifting a leg and resting it over his hip. He chuckled in response, tightening his grip on my waist and kissing the top of my head.

Ever since our wedding a few weeks prior, Draco and I have spent every second of every day together. Now that all of the huge events we had spent months planning for had passed, we were determined to enjoy the simple pleasures of life before he had to start touring around the continent with the Magpies again.

This meant that every day began with an hour long cuddle session in bed until Lottie and Dobby barged into our room, jumping on our beds to wake us up and urge us downstairs for breakfast.

The rest of the day would be spent differently depending on the weather. If it was bright and sunny, we'd spend most of the day outside, whether that would involve Draco attempting to teach me how to ride a broomstick or having a picnic in our luxurious garden.

If it was a rainy day, we'd stay inside. I managed to convince him to purchase a Muggle television for our living room. He groans in annoyance every time I beg him to watch a romantic comedy with me, but I know that he secretly enjoys it. Other times, we'll attempt to bake a pastry in the kitchen or cuddle up on the couch, me sitting in between his legs, as he read me a book of his choice—often erotica.

My lips curled up as I reminisced all that's occurred in the past few weeks. It still doesn't feel real that this is my life now.

I lifted my head out of the crook of his neck, ready to place a gentle kiss below his ear, only to feel something rising in my throat.

I tried to gulp it down, but when I realized that it was only going to keep coming up, I pulled myself out of Draco's sturdy grasp and jumped out of bed.

"Darling, what's wrong?" I heard him call after me.

But I couldn't respond. My hand was cupped over my mouth to suppress my vomit from spilling onto the floor.

I finally reached the bathroom, collapsing onto my knees and throwing up into the toilet. I scrunched my eyes shut, feeling sick to my stomach as I threw up last night's dinner.

I let out heavy and ragged breaths once the worst part had been over. I felt gentle hands caressing my back before they stroked through my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail.

My forehead crinkled, unsure if I was done vomiting or if there was still more to come.

"Do you want any water?" Draco spoke up as he crouched down beside me, still holding my hair out of my face.