I had danced around for a good while, leaving me somewhat tired. I went back to the buffet, which Draco had thankfully disappeared from, and grabbed some strawberries, eating them as I watched the students dance.

I had a smile on my face, which was rare, because there was nothing I was particularly happy about, I was just glad to be there. As I looked through the crowd of dancers, my eyes landed on Esme and Ron, who were dancing on one another.

I wanted to throw up, but I told myself I would not smear my dark red lipstick. Instead, I looked around for one particular subject- Draco. He was sitting at one of the tables, joking around with Crabbe.

I gathered my confidence and walked over to him. His eyes landed on me as I got a few steps away, those blue eyes of his staring into me. "Dance with me." I yelled over the music. I didn't want to truly dance with him, but he's one of the only people that weren't scared of me.

He nodded and got up, following me to the dance floor. I stopped fairly close to Esme and Ron; just close enough for them to see us. Just as I was about to begin dancing, the song "Feel so Close" started playing over the speakers.

The strobe lights switched between blue, red, and purple every few moments, which was beautiful. Draco and I faced one another and started dancing, our eyes staring at one another's the whole time. We were close, unbearably close.

Again, I was in the moment. Though I was still hoping Esme and Ron were looking, Draco was the only person I truly had interest in at that moment. His eyes were fierce- burning with desire. And so were mine.

The song soon came to and end, and I never expected the next song to come so soon. It was a slow song. Since Draco and I were the only ones close to one another without a date, we sucked it up and pulled one another close.

My hands rested on his shoulders, his hands rested on my hips. The lights had gone somewhat dark, but there was still plenty of light to see. We were in the middle of the crowd of students, circling around one another like a carousel.

I kept my eyes on his- for so long I got lost in them. Our closeness was unbearable. We were only a few inches away from one another. His hand left my hip and travelled up my back, cool fingers stinging as they travelled back down to my hip.

His lips moved to mine, and I allowed them to. In fact, I moved mine closer to his as well. They touched one another so gently at first, but it soon turned into a passionate, fiery kiss.

I could feel stares from the surrounding people, but I didn't care. My arms left his shoulders and cupped his jaw, fingers touching his jawline. There was such a blazing fire in between us, it couldn't be put out.

He grew more dominant by the second, fingers on my hips pulling me closer and closer. And just like that, the slow song was over, and the students around us began dancing wildly again.

I slowly brought my lips away from his, but I could tell he was still hungry for more. "Let's leave." He said with a ragged breath, slipping his hands away from my hips. I nodded, and with that, he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the Great Hall.

We snuck out through a back door which had no teachers standing next to it. He led me up to Gryffindor tower, where, of course, no one was around. I said the password to get us inside, and there we were, standing in the common room.

I looked to Draco, who was already looking at me, blue eyes blinded by desire and passion. I gave the slightest nod, so small I almost didn't move my head at all, but that was enough for him to realize I was ready.

His lips slammed into mine again with such a burning rage I almost pulled away, but then I realized how much I wanted this— needed this. I pushed my lips into his and blindly led us to one of the couches, right next to the burning fireplace.

I got onto the sofa, all whilst kissing, and he stayed on top, dominant. His kisses were full of anger and passion; the perfect combination. My heart was racing, so fast I was afraid it may jump from my chest.

"I don't want to ruin our friendship, Y/n." He said with an angry breath. I reached my arms around his head and pulled him back down toward me. I didn't want him to stop kissing me. Not now, not ever.

"So we're friends now?" I said with a smile, catching my breath. He looked down at me with a roll of his eyes- which I must admit was very hot. He leaned down to my ears and whispered, warm breath fogging into my ears.

"More like enemies, but I'm okay with that." He said, lust burning in his voice. I kissed him again, this time with such force he was the one to almost pull away. I used my hands to pull off his suit jacket, to reveal a black collared shirt and a black tie.

I tugged at the tie all while kissing, pulling the fabric off completely. I tossed it onto the couch, then began unbuttoning his shirt. I opened my eyes while doing this, so I wouldn't mess up.

As I undid the last button, I was delighted to see an outline of abs grooving into his stomach. His skin was pale, as I excepted. I pulled off the shirt completely, tossing it onto the ground.

I led my hands up to his now unclothed back, digging my fingernails into his muscular shoulders. They moved with swiftness, inclining closer to me. He then pulled away and used his free hand to grab onto my jawline, pushing it upward so I couldn't kiss him.

He left passionate and warm kisses down my neck, shoulders, and behind my ears. He has definitely done this before, but I didn't care. The fireplace roared as he tugged at the straps of my dress.

***

He pulled off the straps of my dress all while littering my neck with kisses. He pulled my dress all the way down, past my knees, past my feet, tossing it aside onto the ground.

He trailed kisses all down my collarbones and torso, even my stomach. My fingers pulled at his blond hair as his muscular body rippled into action on top of me.

Then, as he continued to go down my thigh and legs, he stopped abruptly in between my thighs, staring at me from below. I gave him a light nod, which was enough for him to go to work.

He teased me all around, placing his fingers so close between my thighs I thought I may scream at him because of his torment- but I didn't- I let him take his time.

And finally, his tongue slipped poetically between my thighs. His eyes stayed on me though, staring at me as I gripped onto the cushions in pleasure. "Open further for me." He growled, pushing my thighs further apart.

Though I'm not the most flexible, he sure did make it work. His hands stayed on my outer thighs whilst his tongue, well, went to work. My whole body screamed with enthusiasm as pleasure built up inside of me.

Just as I was about to finish, he stopped, causing a shiver to accelerate down my spine. "Did I say you could finish?" He smirked, lightly tracing his fingers on my outer thighs. I shook my head no, watching as his eyes grew playful again.

"Get over here." He commanded, stepping away from the couch. I did so, standing directly in front of him on the wooden floors. "Down." He looked toward the ground, before his gaze met mine again.

I rolled my eyes and did as I was told, getting to my knees before him. He began unlatching his belt, and I watched quietly, focusing on calming my breath. Since he was taking too long, I unbuttoned his pants, and slowly, very slowly, unzipped them.

They fell to the floor moments later, causing Draco to take two steps to remove them completely. All that was left- a pair of black boxers. Slowly, carefully, I lightly touched my fingers across his skin just below the waistband.

The whole time I did it, I stared up at him, daring blue eyes staring into mine. And finally, I pulled them down to the floor, keeping my eyes on his until I couldn't any longer.

I took it inside my hands, allowing him to pull my hair into a tight ponytail inside my head. "Do you like to choke?" He asked with a slyness in his voice. I looked up at him with a single glance. "Do I?" I asked mischievously.

My lips lingered on him, sucking profusely. It grew more difficult to breathe by the second, as his hand on my head pushed me further and further. I kept staring up at him, though, because he seemed to enjoy it.

Finally, he let go and I gasped for breath. "Get on the couch." I commanded. I no longer wanted to be the one not in control, so I took charge, commanding him onto the sofa.

For a moment, he was absolutely taken aback, then, just like that, he laid on his back, staring over at me. I took my sweet time walking over there, allowing his eyes to linger on every part of my body.

Then I climbed on top of him, staring down into that darkened face of his. Within seconds, he was inside of me. At first it was somewhat intolerable, then as he continued the rhythmic motions, I fell into the cycle.

My hands laid flat on his chest, staying still as I moved my body on top of him. It was like art. I stared down at him with deep eyes, trying to make sense of his bipolarness.

But just as I was getting to try and figure him out, a surge of pleasure shot up my body. I had found the good spot. A moan escaped my lips, which caused Draco to crack a smile at me- like he had just seen me lose my quietness to him.

I continued to let out a series of gargled noises, which seemed to make him more confident in his abilities. Just as he was about to say something, a sudden surge of pleasure crossed over his face.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth hung open. "Fuck." He groaned, brining his cold hands onto my back. He brought me closer, to his chest, though we still continued our pleasure to one another.

I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to dwell on me again, this time it was even better than the last. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to move." He purred into my ear- like a cat.

"Oh yeah?" I whispered back, a smirk forming on my lips. Just as I was getting comfortable on him, he flipped us over. Now I was underneath him, and his muscular body was hovering on top.

"You're going to scream my name, that's how good I'm going to fuck you." He smiled mischievously, going inside of me again. I wasn't really expecting it this time, since I was the one in control last time, so I let out a small gasp.

He smiled at this- at my shock. His hand wrapped around my throat, so tightly I couldn't breathe at first. But I found my breath soon, even despite his freezing cold hands and rings digging into my skin.

He looked so muscular and fierce on top of me, I almost didn't even recognize him. Out of the abyss, a river of pleasure flooded into us both. I let out a loud moan; much louder than I wanted to, and he bit his lip, blocking any sound from coming out.

"You're my little slut, aren't you?" He whispered into my ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. I looked up at him, both of our eyes full of lust, pleasure, and desire.

"Only yours." I whispered back, arching my back as he hit another spot. He looked down at me like a painted sky; like I was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. I liked it.