hii !! it's the author of this smut here !! ive seen the comments pointing out the consent issue and i totally see the issue there !! this smut was meant to be marked as dub-con but again, it wasn't meant to be published !! i apologize sincerely to everyone !!
You're late for class, which isn't totally unusual for you. The problem is that you are an hour late to double potions with Professor Snape...and Professor Snape just happens to despise you. Honestly, Snape would not accept even Draco being an hour late to double potions, so you're definitely going to get your ass handed to you as soon as you open the door.
When you swing the door open the class goes silent and everyone turns to you. Snape turns his nose up and almost snarls. "And where have you been Ms. (y/l/n)?"
You raise your hand to the back of your neck and scratch it nervously. "Uhm... I overslept. Sorry." You give Professor Snape a sheepish smile and he squints at you.
"Ten points from (y/h). Take a seat, Ms. (y/l/n)." Snape turns and begins teaching the class again as you sit in the only available seat, next to Draco.
As soon as your butt touches the seat, Draco is asking questions. "Where were you? Are you okay? You look like shit."
"Jee, thanks, asshole. I couldn't sleep last night and slept through my alarms. Now be quiet so I can focus," you snap at him quietly.
Draco doesn't say anything else to you, and you don't say anything else to him. You focus on the things that Professor Snape is telling the class about potions. You scribble down everything you can onto a piece of parchment to study later, lord knows you're going to need it.
When class is over, you're one of the first to get up out of your seat and rush away from Professor Snape's boring as shit class. Double potions had been your only class that afternoon, so now it was time for dinner in the Great Hall. You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk out of the classroom without looking back. There isn't any thought on your mind other than finally getting to climb into your bed and sleep for the day. You bring your hand to your mouth to yawn. Late nights were never good and tonight, you needed to go to sleep.
The entrance to the Great Hall comes into view and you drag your way through and over to your house table. You plop down at the end of the table and set your bag down on the floor before crossing your arms and laying your head down on the table. Dinner time is a wonderful time to take a nap and not have to worry about anything, and you can just sneak out and go to the kitchens for a snack when you get hungry later.
Your peace only lasts for about two minutes though because you hear someone sit down beside you. The original plan was just to ignore them until they started speaking and you realized who they were.
"(Y/n), what the bloody hell is up with you today?" Draco hisses at you. When you don't respond he shoves your shoulder and you whip your head up to look him in the eyes.
"Fuck off, Draco." You know that it's mean, but you're tired and he's being an ass. Why won't he just leave you alone?
"What did you just say to me?" His tone is harsh, more so than your tone was when you were speaking to them...and it pisses you off.
"You heard me, Malfoy, I said to fuck off." Draco pulls his lips up into a snarl and a low growl that only you can hear comes from him.
"I'm giving you one chance to apologize, (y/n), use it wisely." His eyes stay trained on yours as you stare each other down.
"And why should I apologize? You're the one in the wrong," you snark. That is all it takes to set Draco off. He gets up from the table and pulls you up to follow him. You yelp at the sudden harsh grip on your arm, but he doesn't seem to care. He pulls you closer and leans down to your ear.
"I'm going to tell you once, and only once. Follow my instructions. If you misbehave it's only going to be worse for you." When he pulls back he looks incredibly angry, but that is what happens when you crack someone's fragile ego.
"Grab your bag, we're going to my room."
"Wh-" You cut yourself off as Draco scowls at you. Shit, you must have really pissed him off.
You quickly grab your messenger bag and sling it over your shoulder. Once you're stood up straight again, Draco grabs your wrist and pulls you behind him as if you were a toddler who would walk off on their own and get lost.
It's silent other than the fading sounds of talking from the Great Hall and the angry and rushed footsteps of you and Draco walking away. Draco doesn't say a single word as he pulls you along behind him to the Slytherin common room.
When you reach the common room he stops and says, "Pureblood." The door to the common room swings open and he drags you up the stairs to his room. He stops at the door and uses his key to unlock it before pulling you inside and slamming the door shut, locking it back.
"Care to tell me what you thought you were doing just then?"
You open and close your mouth like a gaping fish, but not a single word comes out. Draco quirks an eyebrow at your patheticness.
Finally, you manage to get out, "I-I just didn't sleep well last night, Draco, I'm sor-"
"No." He cuts you off. "You didn't sleep well last night? Well, you'll be sleeping just fine after this."
You tilt your head in utter confusion at his words and he just glares down his nose at you. "Strip."
"I- Draco, n-" You begin.
"Do you not remember what I said about misbehaving, darling? Strip." Your brain finally catches up to his words and you understand exactly what's about to happen.
You set your bag down on the floor and begin with your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head and off of your body. Next, you unzip your skirt and undo the buttons before pulling it down your legs and stepping out of it, kicking it off to somewhere in the room. You toe your shoes off and slide your socks off next, putting your socks in your shoes so that you don't forget them.
You stand facing Draco waiting for your next instruction, but he seems displeased with you. "Keep going."
You swallow and reach behind you to unhook your bra, sliding it down your arms and letting it fall to the ground in front of you. Now the only piece of cloth left is your underwear, you hook two fingers on both sides and slide them down your legs, stepping out.
You now stand completely nude in front of a fully clothed Draco. You've really got yourself into some shit this time. Draco as calmly as ever walks over to his bed and sits down, his feet on the floor. You close your eyes and exhale. Shit.
Knowing exactly what you're wanting you walk over and lay across his lap, ready for his version of punishment for your actions today. He moves and rolls his sleeves up a little before saying, "Count them."
You're prepared when he strikes your skin and you can feel the burn left behind where he hit your ass.
"One," you squeak out.
Another sharp pain is felt. "Two."
Then another. "Three."
And another. "Four."
He does this until he gets to ten and by then there are hot, salty tears running down your face. Draco flips you so that you are laying on the bed and gets up and walks away. When he returns to your sight he's holding the rope. Your next reaction is completely automatic, raising your hands and crossing one wrist over the other.
A little bit of a smile tugs on Draco's lips at how obedient you are, and he quickly ties your wrists and makes sure it isn't too loose or too tight. When he's done tying the rope, he walks around and crawls to sit in between your legs.
He takes one of your legs and slowly kisses upwards towards your pussy. You squirm at the feather-light kisses he places along your leg as he teases you. As he gets closer to your cunt he starts going faster.
He slowly and lightly licks a stripe up your cunt. You whine and try to wiggle your hips down to get more pressure, but Draco pulls back.
"Hold still, and be grateful for what I'm giving you." You whimper a little at the words, but stop moving. Draco slowly swirls his tongue around your clit, holding your hips down to keep you from moving. He continues his assault on your cunt and you push your head back into the pillows letting out a loud moan.
Draco continues his assault on your cunt, as you arch your back trying to get away or to get closer to him, you aren't sure. He keeps going until you cum, letting out a loud moan of his name.
Draco gives a smile to you as you come down from the first high of the night. You're panting as you try to squirm away from Draco's breath on you, but he keeps you held close to him.
"Did that feel good, princess?" he asks you.
"Mhmm," you half-moan, half-speak.
"Well, get ready for more." There's an obvious joy in his voice. He enjoys knowing you can't take more. He enjoys torturing you like this. And, if you were being honest, you enjoy it too.