I'm tweaking his characteristics & personality just a little because I cannot write him.☹︎ (you and him are both older as well)
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The plush cushion cradled the side of your cheek, a very thin sheet wrapped around the half of your body. Though it felt as if the whole sheet were, warmth radiating through your whole body.
The warmth that spread comfortably across your body tightened, your tired eyelids lifting at the feeling.
There was shuffling next to you, arms looped around to your back. This emitted a tired groan from you, eyebrows furrowing at the unfortunate shift in position.
You were now squished into a warm body, a soft breath blowing against your cheek.
You weren't alone on the bed, your own personal heater was a man.
You were not a morning person, especially not when you didn't get your required amount of hours sleeping. The slight pounding against your head swirled your irritation further.
You pushed against the body, dragging the sheet back to you and wrapping it snuggly around you.
A hand yanked back, creating a small tug of war between the both of you.
Fuck this was one petty guy.
You had successfully pulled the blanket from him, putting it to the side and out of his reach.
You heard him scoff, a triumphant smirk forming on your lips before you felt a heavy body ontop of you.
You weren't sure what time it was, night or day. The curtains blocked any light out making you rely on touch and sensation rather than using your eyes.
"Piss off." You grumbled, glaring to a shape of a face. You weren't sure.
His knees dug into the mattress next to the two of your legs, his right hand supporting his weight while the other softly wrapped around your wrist that held the sheet up, before it slipped off to turn on the bed side table lamp.
The first thing you noticed was his half lidded, grey eyes piercing down to yours. His blonde hair shone nearly as bright as the light itself, a taunting expression painting his face. Draco Malfoy himself.
He chuckled lowly, his voice sounding almost unrecognisable in the morning, raspier and deeper.
"You're nearly as annoyed as last night when I didn't let you—" your hand abruptly cut off his words, your cheeks flushing red.
Draco's eyebrow raised in amusement, leaning into you more as he peeled your hand off his mouth.
"So you do remember last night."
"Of course I do.." you whispered.
"I can still feel last night." You added.
His finger trailed down to the marks he'd decorated on your neck, observing your face scrunch up when he applied too much pressure.
"Yeah? I bet you do." He said proudly.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁✌︎
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You weren't sure how a bar had ended up being your friends reunion spot but you were just happy to finally see them again.
You met up with Pansy and Lorenzo before hand, Pansy being your driver because your car was still getting serviced. She was always reliable and she didn't mind since she would be driving Lorenzo anyway.
The radio turned down to a muffle against our booming voices, Pansy's head occasionally turning to join the conversation before she'd get yelled at by Lorenzo.
"Don't tell him but Theo's bagged a hottie, he showed me not long ago. Ask him to show you, you'll agree with me." Lorenzo ranted on.
"I don't know how he does it in all honesty." Pansy chimed in, making you snicker.
"Good for him though, he was a bit desperate." You said to which the two of them nodded their heads.
"What about Mattheo? I haven't heard from him in a while." You prodded.
"Heard his family is giving him a hard time, as it would, but he's still got his usual spunk." Lorenzo shrugged to which you frowned.
"We'll see for ourselves." Pansy announced, pulling into a free car park outside the old looking building.
You tucked your phone into the bag you had chosen which had to obviously match the fit.
"Thanks for driving us Pansy," you stepped out of the vehicle and pulled her into your arms for a short embrace.
"You look gorgeous." You added, a cheeky smile twirling your lips.
"You're the one who chose this dress, credits to you girl."
"I had a vision." You shrugged, hands motioning to the dress that smoothed out perfectly against Pansy.
A deep sigh emitted from behind the both of you, an impatient looking Lorenzo looking to get going.
"Yes, yes Enzo you'll get to kiss your mates soon." Pansy sighed, grabbing her phone & wallet from her car before locking it.
"I do not do that?" He furrowed his brows but ended the conversation upon seeing both you and Pansy stare at him unimpressed.
The building was covered with brown wood, two stories high with unseeable letters that were attempting to reveal the name of the bar. The first floor held the actual bar while the second floor had shitty rooms people stayed up no doubt only if they were too drunk to drive home.
"How cute." You mumbled, examining the peeling paint at the front.
"Very.." Lorenzo agreed, pushing the bar door open.
Inside itself was a lot better, bundles of people sat at tables, hovering near the bar and some dancing weakly to the dulled out music.
You immediately spotted your friends, loud and not noticing.
Mattheo already seemed drunk, a glass in front of him whilst giggling with Theodore. Blaise joined them, seemingly aware of their drunken states and keeping them in control. Draco sat to the other side of them, comfortably manspread with a drink in hand. You were surprised he even came.
You didn't like Draco too much when you were teenagers, he was a sassy man child. He always thought he were superior to everyone else and it pissed you off, instead of starting something unnecessary with him, you ignored him. You both just dismissed each other, despite his arrogance, you both still hung out with the group regularly.
"What are you giggling about ladies?" You said, snatching Mattheos drink off the table and throwing it down your throat.
"Y/n!" He whined. "You owe me another."
"Y/n!" Exclaimed Theo with his hands in the air, his eyes glazed over, a lazy intoxicated smile on his lips.
Pansy and Lorenzo joined Draco on the other side of the table, catching up on his new life.
"Holy shit how much have you had." You chuckled as he threw his arms around you. Mattheo squished to the side in the process, glaring daggers at the man.
Blaise just shrugged at you, pulling Theodore back to his spot.
Mattheo sparked up an argument with Theodore about it, causing you and Blaise to start your own conversation.
"I haven't been back to Hogwarts in ages, we should go back some time. Honestly I miss it." Blaise began, your head nodding with each thing he had to say even when you didn't agree.
"I never thought I'd miss rushing out of bed to make potions in time." You shared, looking back at the memories with fondness.
You felt the presence of a new eye, intense and unwavering, watching your every move.
Blaise continued on and you tried your best to remain apart of the conversation but you couldn't help but notice.
Your eyes flickered to the source, only to be met with Draco's hypnotic grey eyes.
You noted how different he looked. His eyes were a lot more calm and focused than you remembered, the arrogance was still there but it was more of a I'm sure of myself than a bow down to me peasant.
His face had sharpened to appear more mature and.. attractive.
You raised an eyebrow at him.
He just shook his head, dragging his eyes away from yours to settle on the yapping Enzo.
"Y/n you still haven't got me a new drink." Mattheo pointed out, a hand in front of Theodore face.
You sighed out a long breath, standing up from the table. How could he still remember that.
"If I do, will you and Theo stop fighting?"
"That depends.." Theodore murmured, lazily pointing a finger at Mattheo, most likely accusing him again.
"Mattheo." Your hand rest on the side of your hip, an expectant look shot his way.
"Yes ma'am." He put his thumbs up, though a mischievous glint in his eye told you they would most likely not.
You just rolled your eyes, making your way to the bar. You needed a little kick to your night anyways.
You slid between a group of bodies that thought sitting down at their table was overrated. Assholes.
Pushing yourself out finally, a hand caught your arm and tugged you into place again.
You whipped your head around, eyes narrowing at the cocky looking stranger.
"Fuck off?" You said, your tone filled with a new found attitude just by looking at the guys face.
"Don't be like that, babe, I apologise for my rudeness." He replied, finally loosening his grip against your arm. Your face involuntarily scrunched up at how he spoke and the name he used.
His eyes never seemed to stay on yours, roaming downwards and then flickering back up.
"I'll make it up to you, buy you a drink." He offered.
You took a small step back, though considered. You could milk this man of his money, then ditch back to the group.
"What do you say?" He persisted, following you by taking a step closer.
Your lips tugged up into a seductive smile, hand reaching out to lightly hold his.
"I suppose if you're paying." You shrugged playfully to which he chuckled, holding your hand tighter and leading you towards the bar.
"Of course." He said as he settled down on one of the high chairs, leaving the empty seat next to him for you.
You both ordered your drinks and as expected he paid. He tried to get you to sit on his lap multiple times but with a few giggles and whispers he was content with you sitting just close.
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Pansy pointed towards your direction, an excited expression painted on her face.
"Bout time she got laid!" She exclaimed loudly, causing multiple heads to turn her way.
"What?" Both Mattheo and Theodore said in unison, following Pansy's line of eye.
"Oh.. stooping a bit low?" Enzo said, examining the appealing smile you shone to the stranger.
Blaise just laughed, "at least she's having a fun night."
You typically weren't the one to charm a man into doing things with you, especially not strangers, your friends didn't know the side of you to be doing that. Not at any Slytherin party at least.
Draco's eyes swirled with an unfamiliar emotion, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched you.
"She'll ditch him in a second." Draco concluded, sitting back in his chair with his usual well known confidence.
"How can you be so sure? She might get.. eh," Pansy paused as she peered over at the guy again. "He might get lucky tonight."
"I know she won't be settling for him." He stated, a flicker of amusement crossing his expression at the way you enticed him further just to push him away when he got too close.
Draco arose from his seat.
"I'm going to the bathroom, start the next round without me." He said, motioning to Theodore who struggled to shuffle the cards due to the amount of drinks he had earlier.
He left his coat on the chair, revealing a white button shirt with a neat pair of black pants, disappearing into 'the bathroom'.
"Well that's new." Enzo spoke to which the rest of the group agreed to quickly.
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The man's hand roamed your thigh to which you shifted uncomfortably, subtly moving his hand off of you while you spoke.
"So you were.. telling me about your work?" His expression held a large amount of cockiness, you didn't want to know what wicked thoughts swirled through his mind.
"Ahhh yes," he began, nodding to the bartender signalling for another drink. "I'm a salesman and a good one at that, lucky you bumped into me tonight eh?"
Your smile grew tight, your cheeks starting to hurt from the forced action.
"I suppose I am lucky, aren't I?" You decided to play it safe, his confidence growing every response you fed him.
You eyed the glass carefully when served to the both of you, just incase he tried something, before throwing it back down your throat.
You felt tipsy but not drunk enough to do anything crazy, the strangers beside you on the other hand was near black out drunk.
"What do you say, huh? You and me go somewhere a little more private?" His accent thickened to reveal a more slurred western, his hands now shamelessly trying to grab at you. But you knew how to take care of yourself.
You once again pushed him off, a sweet smile luring him in before you stood up.
"Certainly, how about you wait for me outside while I'll grab my purse." You honeyed, watching him eagerly stand up with a grin.
"Oh I'll be waiting." Was all he said before he stumbled for the door, your eyes following him as he shut the door before you sighed out a long breath.
Straightening your shirt, you took your half emptied glass and wandered away from the bar.
On your way you ended up in a room where two pool tables were displayed, your head turning to find where the group were seated before you ran face first into someone's chest.
"What happened to personal space?" You muttered when you took a step back.
Draco stood tall before you, observing your state. Your cheeks bloomed redder than usual, eyes glossy and your mood heightened ever so slightly. The alcohol was working its magic.
"You're the one who ran into me." He pointed out, a grin on his face.
You were both affected by the alcohol running through your systems, dazed by the new found attraction toward one another.
"Are you playing a game?" Draco asked, leaning forwards and grabbing the pool cue next to you.
Your eyes followed his every action before turning to the pool table that was ready for a new game.
"Suppose I am." You declared, grabbing a pool cue yourself.
"How about we up the stakes?"
A playful grin spread across your face as you considered his proposal. "What did you have in mind?" you asked, leaning your hand against your hip.
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Loser has to do whatever the winner asks."
You knew it was a dangerous game he had offered, but the thrill was too good not to give up.
With a final swing of your drink, you gained more confidence than you'd ever had before.
You could guess what he was up to with the playful tilt of his lips but fuck it, you were intrigued.
"Yeah, alright."
He hummed in approval, taking your empty glass from you and setting it aside. How charming, how so unlike Draco.
Your eyes narrowed at him, assessing the unfamiliar Draco.
"You're different.." You said, though it was more of a question. Your thoughts scattered around to try and figure out what was so different.
"Yeah? How so?" He pondered, raising his pool cue and settling it with calculated precision.
You stayed quiet for a second, the sound of the cue ball striking the white ball echoed in the dimly lit room, causing a satisfying click as the balls dispersed, some sinking into the corners.
You thought it would be too mean to list all the cruel things he were. A jealous, posh, arrogant, self absorbed boy that was immature and only thought of things to boost his ego.
"You are more mature than when I last saw you." Is all you said, bringing your cue to the table and lining it up.
"Well then I must admit, you too have changed." He admitted, watching your shot that had scored one in.
"I have?"
"Yes, you'd never relax, always walk with a stick up your ass." He chuckled, sinking another stripe in.
You raised your eyebrows in amusement,
"oh, baby, are you sure that wasn't you?"
His grin widened at the name, his eyes dragging down your body that bent over the table, giving him perverse pleasure. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help but enjoy himself. The way your eyes narrowed to a focus, though your movements were sometimes uncoordinated due to your tipsy state. It was a sight he had imprinted into his mind.
"Can't even remember a time you cracked a smile back at Hogwarts." You continued, eyes flickering over to meet his.
"I was a little tight, so what? At least I lived a little." He shot right back, the both of your grins growing at the small banter.
As the playful jabs continued so did the game, it was looking tight so far. Draco fled to go retrieve drinks for the two of you at some point, giving you time to sneakily hit one in with your hand.
"You're a gentleman, really." You winked as you scooped the cup from his hand.
"Don't think I didn't watch your little show with that guy earlier, making him pay for your drinks." He rolled his eyes, not falling for the innocent curve on your lips. You were far from innocent.
"Well it's working on you so I don't understand what you're complaining about." You shrugged your shoulders with a bewitching smile.
"Is it working? Or am I just letting you.." He murmured, taking another sip from his bottle.
You laughed, leaning against the pool table, a hand supporting under your chin.
"Touché."
He bent down to take aim again, hips pressed against the table with one leg out for balance. With a gentle thrust of the cue, the eight ball rolled across the table, slowing before it dropped into the pocket, the clink echoing over the faded chatter & music. He straightened slowly, gaze locking with yours with satisfaction and a ghost of anticipation dancing in his eyes.
If you were being honest, you didn't pay too much attention to the game. You were even a little excited he had won.
You had pushed yourself off the pool table, noticing how much those drinks had affected you. You giggled as he slowly strode towards you.
"A deal's a deal." He uttered lowly, tugging a piece of hair from your face to get a better look at the fluster the alcohol had created.
"You won.." You said, a hand trailing up to the silk of his shirt. "Anything you want."
He watched all of your tantalising movements, the new found confidence spurring him on.
"Mhm.. alright. Let's start with a kiss."
His breath fanned your lips as he leaned in, hypnotic eyes boring into yours expectantly.
A kiss? Oh you'd give him a kiss.
Your hand eagerly gripped the white fabric of his shirt, tugging it as your lips met.
He had a moment to regain himself from the unexpected eagerness before you felt two hands firmly plant on the two sides of your hip, pushing you back until your ass hit the pool table.
His frame hunched over slightly, your head tilted to the perfect angle to his lips. His hands lingered on your hips before lowering to your thigh and then back up to your the small of your back. He was greedily grabbing what he could.
The sweet taste on your tongue mixed with the bitter taste Draco had been having earlier, building a yearning sensation.
From a simple kiss to a messy desperate make out, the two of you urged further by the affects of alcohol and the new formed attraction.
Your breaths mingled together, hands delicately exploring each other before it turned into tugging and grabbing for more.
"What's it going to be y/n. Going home with a random guy, or spending the night with someone who actually cares about you?" He murmured against your lips, lazily stroking circles against your back.
Your eyes glossed over with desire, slowly processing his words. The two of you weren't in the right state but you knew Draco would be the safest option for a good time.
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You and Draco had managed to keep your hands off each other and climb the stairs to the shitty rooms to book one for a night.
Hastily you were pushed against the now locked door, his lips attached to any exposed area you had to offer.
Everywhere his hands went, it left a burning sensation, your own hands fumbling around his torso to undo most of his buttons before you got too impatient and ripped it from his body.
His lips were on yours, then your jaw, to your ear, drawing down to your neck where he spoke lowly against the skin.
"Do you mind waking up a mess?" He breathed, the warmth of it sending a shiver down your spine.
He was referring to the amount of marks you'd be receiving throughout the night and you honestly couldn't of cared what he did to you, you were too caught up in him.
"Who cares, I probably won't remember anything in the morning.." you whispered, desirously tugging at his blonde strands to lift his eyes to meet yours.
"But I want you to remember." He prodded.
You were taken aback by the emotion his face held, it wasn't totally clouded with drunken desires.
It created a warmth throughout your whole body, a quick breath drawing from your lips as you nodded.
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Blaise held Mattheo up as he slugged against his side, giggling. Theodore stood against the railing with his head hung lowly as he let out all the foul liquors he had drank, Pansy quickly placing all the locations she'd have to drive on her phone as they waited for Lorenzo.
When he did arrive to the group standing outside, he had a deep scowl painted on his face.
"Fucking Draco, he said he'd pay but he's no where to be seen!" Enzo threw his hands in the air, walking past Pansy to her car.
"Yeah speaking of which, shouldn't we be waiting for Draco and y/n?" She asked, an eyebrow ticked up.
Enzo only chuckled, placing his wallet back in his jeans pocket.
"Unless you plan on staying here all night, waiting for them up in the motel room I suggest we leave now before Mattheo starts throwing up just like Theo— oh Theo." Enzo sighed, walking up to give him a pat on the back to which Theo just groaned.
"Mhm.. your right, I just didn't expect them together?" Pansy shrugged, opening the boot of her car to reveal more seats for her drunken friends.
"None of us knew." Blaise joined in.
"But now that I think about it, they do work well together..." Enzo replied, stroking soothing patterns on Theo's back.
"Yeah well didn't you see the way Draco would only focus on y/n the entire night?" Blaise had pointed out, invested in the small bit of goss you'd both fed to him.
Pansy quickly nodded, agreeing.
"Oh.. I thought he was staring at me?" Enzo furrowed his brows.
"Mate nobody is going to be staring at you with that much gel in your hair." Mattheo slurred, his per usual cocky grin on his face.
"You admitted my gel smelt good?" Enzo shot back with an exasperated expression.
"Okay girls get in the car." Pansy announced, her finger tips tapping the screen of her phone. She sent a quick text to you, just incase things didn't go as planned.
Little did she know just how well your plans went.
𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿🦅
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He replaced his fingers with his lips, lightly peppering kisses against your neck.
The sensation sent shivers down your spine as he moved closer, his warm breath teasing your skin. You let out a soft sigh, leaning into his touch, feeling your headache slowly soothing away.
His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as his lips continued their gentle travels down your neck.
Just as you were about to reach up for more your phone buzzed rather loudly next to the both of you, startling you.
Draco lifted his head from the crevice of your neck, grabbing it for you.
"Thank you." You said, leaning up to peck his cheek before holding out a hand to grab the phone from him.
He hummed a response, collapsing on top of you just below your chest now that you were occupied.
"Holy fuck."
Your eyebrows knitted together as your finger scrolled through the many, many notifications your phone was bombed with.
"What is it?" Draco asked, lifting his head to look at your through his fine blonde lashes.
"Or who?" He continued as he watched a grin of mischief spread across your lips. (You were intently reading Pansy's diabolical text messages)
"Another one of your bar fucks you seem to be collecting?" His whole expression had changed to smug in a second of you putting your phone down to glare at him.
He knew you weren't the type to just go to a bar for a hookup, in fact he knew he were the only one.
He couldn't help but taunt you anyway.
"You know I only forced a smile for drinks!" You protested, though you weren't annoyed with his taunts. Not when his lips wore the prettiest grin.
"I'm just joking, you have no amount of menacing in your glares it's adorable."
He pinched your cheek playfully to emphasise his statement to which you swatted away with a roll of your eyes.
"I'm glad my efforts to be intimidating fail because I'm adorable." You said sarcastically.
"I guess I'll just have to stick to my usual charming ways then." You sighed, raking a hand through his messed around hair before he caught your wrist again. He had a habit of it, not that you were complaining.
"I'm the dramatic one, we can't both be." He argued, the slight grin still prominent.
Once again you rolled your eyes.
"Keep rolling your eyes they might get stuck like that forever baby."
Ohh thought he ate that, he probably stole that from wattpad.
His cheeky grin just kept widening making you even more desperate to wipe it off .
"Fucking hypocrite, telling me off for rolling my eyes when your eyes were rolling in the back of your head from—" it was his turn to cut you off with a quick palm to your lips.
"It was a fragile moment." He muttered.
Your words weren't clear due to the large palm slapped to your lips, murmured sounds vibrating against Draco's hand.
He huffed a laugh, watching your futile efforts to speak.
He took the opportunity to observe the angelic state you were in after just waking up hungover. He didn't know the time but he did know it was early, giving you two a bit of time before you were kicked out of the room.
"You want to get out of here?" He spoke, your eyebrow quirking up. That's when he realised your mouth was still covered by his hand, gently removing his hand from you.
"I'm listening.."
"I'll take you out for breakfast, then we'll come back to this room with around an hour or so to spare.... If you wanted to."
He watched your eyes twinkle mischievously. He would do anything to know what thoughts ran through that pretty head of yours.
"I thought you'd never ask."