Peppermint (DM smut love story)

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YOU TURN AROUND, HIDING THE fact that your cheeks are glowing crimson as you wrap the towel around your body.

"So, how did you find me?" You ask him as you tuck one end of the towel in at your chest, so that it hangs over your body on it's own, turning back to face him.

He looks taken aback. "I... I wasn't actually looking for you."

"Oh." You bite down on your tongue as you feel the tears sting in your eyes.

"I was just sick of people asking me if I was okay. They kept looking at me, with... with..."

"Sympathy?"

"Yes!"

You nod your head. "Yeah... well, I can just get dressed and I'll leave you to it, this is your room after all."

"No, no. It's okay, you can stay. Actually, maybe we should talk?"

"Yeah, that would be good."

He signals to the bedroom as he turns and leaves the bathroom. Your palm comes up and hits you on the head, your fiancé who now had no idea who you were just walked in on you masturbating in his shower in the room of requirement, immediately after you had just fought in a war. Not your finest moment.

You follow after him, seeing him sat on the edge of his bed. You linger in the bathroom doorway, unsure of where to put yourself. So you lean against the doorframe, beginning to fiddle with your hair nervously.

"So... how serious were things between us?"

You lift your left hand, allowing him to see the engagement ring on your finger. His jaw drops as his brows furrow.

"I-I'm really sorry... Havelock."

"Bec."

"What?"

"You call me Bec, and don't be sorry. It's not your fault." You feel anger build in your body toward Lucius, this was all his fault.

"Oh, right. Okay." He rubs the palm of his hands against his trouser leg. "I mean, I can definitely see it."

"Sorry?"

"You know, me and you. Together. I can see it. It kind of... makes sense. I'm the hottest lad in Slytherin, and you're definitely the hottest girl." He eyes you up and down again, before looking away and closing his eyes, as if he was trying to collect himself.

You smirk at him, blushing. "Yeah, we were pretty good together."

He looks back at you again. "Do you always do that?"

"What?"

"That thing," he points to you, "with your hair."

You bite your bottom lip, trying to contain your laughter. "Yeah, sorry." You stop fiddling with your hair as your hand drops to your side. "It was always a... turn on of yours."

"Well, at least some things never change." He murmurs under his breath as he looks down to the ground. Your heart begins to pound in your chest, it didn't take much for him to make you wet. To you it felt like nothing had changed, and you so badly wanted to walk over to him and kiss him.

"Draco?" He looks up to meet your gaze. "Could I get some clothes out of your wardrobe? Mine are ruined. And well... I'm naked."

He rolls his eyes and smirks. "Be my guest."

"Thanks." You head over to his wardrobe, pulling out an oversized t shirt and some joggers. "So, just so I know where I stand," you turn around to face him, "do you want to remember?" You drop your towel, reaching for your wand and casting a drying spell.