𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 || 𝐃.𝐌

Chapter 59

"You guys needed to escape or else all of you will be tortured or worse killed," Y/n warned.

"But what about Hermione?" Questioned Weasley.

"I'll take care of it, you don't need to worry." She told even though she knows it would be dangerous.

Suddenly, someone apparated here, an elf. It was Dobby, our former house-elf.

"Ahh!" Dobby effused, happy to finally see Harry Potter.

"Dobby? What are you doing here?" Asked Potter.

"Dobby has come to rescue Harry Potter, of course. Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter."

"You can apparate in and out of this room? Could you take us with you?" Potter questioned.

"Of course, sir. I'm an elf."

"Works for me," Weasley looked at Potter.

"Dobby, I want you to take Luna and Mr Ollivander..." Potter stated.

"Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Tinworth," Weasley added. "Trust me."

Y/n walked closer to Luna and hugged her one last time before they leave.

"Be careful..." I heard Y/n say.

Luna smiled and gave her a pat on her back.

"Do not worry. I'll be safe with Mr Dobby and Mr Ollivander," Her voice was still sweet and calm regardless of the situation right now.

Y/n pulled away from their embrace and Luna turned her head to Dobby.

"Whenever you're ready, sir." She told Dobby.

"Sir?" Dobby was amused. "I like her very much."

Dobby walked closer to them and held both Luna and Mr Ollivander's hands, making himself ready to escape from this cell.

"Meet me on the top of the stairs in 10 seconds." Informed Dobby, then they vanished, only leaving the four of us in the cell.

Weasley and Potter looked at each other while Y/n took her wand out of her pocket and gave it to Potter.

"I don't know what you both plan, but you can have my wand for protection if ever someone attacked the two of you." She handed her wand to Potter.

"Say, you're a lot nicer, unlike your husband." Weasley complimented Y/n as he looked at me.

I gave Weasley a glare, which frightened him and looked back to Y/n.

"Thank you, Aucla-"

"Please, call me Y/n." She smiled softly at Harry.

"Then, Thank you, Y/n."

"Y/n, we need to go before someone sees us," I warned.

She looked back at Potter and smiled at him and spoke, "I have fate in you, Harry, Ron. Be careful, the both of you."

-Y/n's POV-

We have sneaked our way back to the my mother's morning room. We are in luck that no one had seen us, especially when we are the ones who helped Harry and Ron escape from the dungeon. If someone had seen us, our life would be on the line.

I was sitting on an armchair nearby the window with a book, open on my lap, while my eyes were gazing at the misty view through the window. I was wondering what had happened now downstairs. Had they already made their way out? or had they been downstairs, fighting with the others?

"I don't like the way you smiled at Potter."

My head immediately flinched, looking at him with questioning eyes.

"It was just a smile," I told. "What more could that be?"

He closed the book from his lap, putting it down and standing up and making his way here. His hands were both placed in each arm of the armchair I was sitting on. I couldn't find any escape, for I was locked, especially now that he leaned his head closer to mine.

"Are you trying to get his attention?" He said in a husky voice while his eyes were staring daggers into mine.

"I beg your pardon!" I slammed the book on my lap, glaring at him.

"I wonder..." I felt his hand going inside my knee-length skirt. His silver rings were pressed on my skin and it gave me shivers down my spine. "How would you react if I touch you here in this very room where my mother takes her rest." The corner of his lips curled up.

His hand slowly slid up to my legs, reaching the higher part of my thigh and squeezing it. His eyes were written with lust, desperate for pleasure, and his hand had finally reached my slick folds, covered with thin material. He pressed his thumb on my sweet spot, making me feel the burning sensation of wanting more or needing more. But doing this here, in this very room, where my mother-in-law spends her time, is wrong.

"Mmmm," He bit his lower lip. "Wet for me already?"

"Draco..." My voice shivered.

"Shut up and let me please you..." he demanded, placing the thin material aside and pressing his thumb on my sweet spot, which only made me burn for more, and rubbed circles on it. "Look at you enjoying it." He smirked.

"Draco...please...stop," I moaned, begging for him to stop because sometime later, my mother-in-law will come in.

Without any warning, he shove two of his finger inside me, and it made me gasp.

His eyes were full of lust and I could tell how much he's enjoying this, especially in his mother's morning room.

His fingers had reached my spot and it made me want more, desire for more, need for more. It made me want him to go faster and it made me moan out his name. I was eager, but this is just wrong.

"You really do know who only makes you feel like this," he licked his lower lip.

He thrust his fingers faster and it made me squirm and shut my eyes, feeling that ecstatic feeling that had like brought me to heaven. The feeling of it made my muscles tighten and my heart pound fast.

He knew what he was exactly doing. He knew which spot to hit. He knew how to please me, terribly that I didn't want him to stop.

He pumped his finger in and harder until I reached my climax, but he immediately pulled his fingers out, leaving me on edge, which made me irritated and mad at him for doing that.

"Earn it," He licked his fingers clean and leaned back. "And you'll get what you wanted."