Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

The Best-Laid Schemes Often Go Awry

I also want to fuck you because, fuck, you are a sexy motherfucker.

And let you fuck me.

And do every kinky, dastardly thing I know you liked to do with Ben.

And probably still do with Harry.

Except it will be a million times better with me.

Tie me up — something you've always seemed rather fond of — tease me to the point of gibbered begging before sliding into me with that amazing dick of yours.

Or I could choke you.

Watch as your eyes slide shut and your body jerks as you cum, listening for that sated gasp of air when I release your throat and revel in the gravelly rasp of your voice declaring:

"Merlin, that was good," while those exquisite grey eyes of yours flutter open and that smug smile reappears on your lips.

Or a thorough spanking.

Merlin, I'll never forget that night when Ben had, apparently, had enough of your snooty attitude and had paddled you so hard and so long, I'm not sure how you managed to sit that pretty little ass of yours down for the next week.

And I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about how fucking gorgeous you'd be, your asscheeks flaming just as pink as the ones on your face, staring back and up at me, completely wrecked and begging.

Of course, you'd gotten your revenge soon after, tying the poor man up so securely (I'm sure you used magic, you sneaky son-of-a-bitch), then teasing and taunting him so close to the edge, only to leave him there, struggling and gasping for release, before returning and beginning the entire cycle again.

You did this for hours, you devious, conniving, positively beautiful human, and when you finally let that stupid Southie brute cum, it sounded so spectacular, I'm still not sure where I'd like to be in this particular scenario with you.

Teasing you or being teased by you.

They both sound delicious, and from what I could tell from your interactions with Ben, you switched back and forth quite often, and I'm not sure either of you had a preference.

But you're not with Ben now, are you?

You're supposed to be with me.

But you're with the stupid Boy Who Lived.

And I can only imagine what kind of dominance issues that one has.

You, my beautiful, dark angel — reduced to a submissive, love-sick fan, I'm sure.

And it's all my fault.

I made you obsess over him.

And he's clearly obsessed with you.

Although, honestly, how could anyone not be obsessed with you, Draco?

You're fucking perfect.

Beautiful.

Intelligent.

A tad naughty, but, Merlin, that makes you even sexier, doesn't it?

And, hard a pill as it may be to swallow, Harry Potter really isn't worthy of you, now, Draco, is he?

Don't get me wrong.

He's beautiful.

But... not really your type, is he?

Attention-starved and kind of low-class for you, honestly.