𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍

❃ in my sleep

"I've wanted you all day," he tore off her clothes, "I want you so badly," his clothes were next, "but first; do you want it gentle, or rough?"

Maybelle took a moment to decide.

"Rough. I want it rough," she said quietly, Draco still hovering over her.

"Tell me the safe word, Flower."

"Garden," she repeated.

"Good girl," Draco rammed into her with full force, every worry, every bit of anxiety, every stressful factor he could think of being taken out on her as he fucked her senseless.

"Always so fucking tight for me," he placed a kiss on her neck, cries and moans leaving her lips as her cheeks flushed pink. He slowly kissed her lips, holding her trembling thighs down with his large hands, silver ring indents pressing into her skin.

"Fuck, right there," her hand tangled into his blonde hair, throwing her head back into the pillows in both pleasure and pain.

"Right here?" he continued to roughly pound into her, satisfaction taking over his senses as her eyes rolled back into her head.

"Y-you feel-feel so g-good," she slurred, unable to produce a full sentence as his hand found it's way around her neck.

"Who do you belong to, love?" he groaned, feeling himself get closer to his orgasm.

"You."

"That's right," his lips met hers once again, kissing her passionately as her whimpers sent shivers down his spine.

"Cum for me, Flower," he continued to fuck her, slamming his dick into her with full force.

Draco found his stresses gone as he released himself inside of her, her doing the same. He pulled her warmth towards him, allowing her legs to intertwine with his under the sheets.

"Are you okay?" he planted small kisses on her temples and forehead, wrapping his arms around her bare body in pure affection.

"I'm okay. Do you feel better?" she smiled jokingly, looking up at him.

"Oh definitely," he rolled his eyes with a smile, kissing her once again.

"Flower?"

"Mhm?"

He hesitated for a mere moment.

"I love you too."

𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆

The next morning we were told to dress lavishly, preferably all black clothing. Draco told me not to be afraid. That he would protect me.

I knew that only meant something bad was coming.

All of us quietly entered the hall, voices coming from the table.

"Oh my god," I whispered, standing in the doorway as I saw The Dark Lord himself sitting at the Malfoy Manor's dining room table.

He was sickly pale, veins running across his face and head, slits for a nose and terrible eyebags, his eyebrows and eyelashes nonexistent, sly voice hinted with sarcasm.

Draco slipped a hand in mine, squeezing it tightly, signaling for me to be silent.

"Here you are, my children," he smiled terrifyingly, motioning for us to sit at the table.

Draco pulled out my chair, sitting me right between both him and Bellatrix, his Mother on his other side.

"We've got some very exciting news. The first is the whereabouts of Potter over Christmas break, death eaters will be attacking the Weasley residence."