The Methods of a Malfoy | By : theGreenWitch1287 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I remember the day it happened as clearly as if it were yesterday.
I was approaching the end of my 6th year at Hogwarts and despite being a member of the infamous Slytherin house, I was quite the opposite of what most people would normally picture when they envisioned a Slytherin student. I had always been a quiet and meek and mild person. I generally preferred the companionship of books and animals to people. I wasn't aloof, nor rude, nor anti-social. I had just always felt more comfortable in my own company. I had been that way ever since I was a little girl.
As I grew older, I had come to realise it was one of the many consequences, both positive and negative, of being a witch. Granted, I hadn't known that was the reason, not at least until I had turned 11 and learnt the truth about who I was. But whilst the other children would be outside, running around, chasing balls and climbing trees, I would be indoors, tucked up on the settee or in front of the fire, my face buried in a book or talking to the cat. I had never liked drama or confrontation, I couldn't really do small talk, despite trying on numerous occasions. I was, for lack of a better description, painfully shy, so much so that my Scottish great-grandmother had bestowed upon me the nickname "Mouse" at an early age.
The other, rather less amiable consequence of my, at the time, unknown magical ability, was that of my rare, dormant yet explosive temper. It took a lot to upset or rile me and it was such an infrequent event that even when I coughed or sneezed loudly, people would look at me quizzically as if they had forgotten that I even had a voice of my own. If you were stupid enough to cross that fatal line, however, it would be advisable, nay essential, to leave the room, the building and probably the postcode as well, as my temper reached critical mass.
I had always remembered vividly one such bizarre incident that had occurred, shortly after my 10th birthday. My mother, in her unfortunate ignorance, had forbidden me from visiting one of my favourites sanctuaries of the public library after I had neglected my household chores, due to being absorbed by yet another book. Despite my vehement protests, the punishment had stuck, my temper had boiled and flared and a short time later, the hall feature mirror had shattered and crashed to the floor in a barrage of glass shards and splintered wood, followed by our brand-new refrigerator unexpectedly blowing up shortly after.
Mum and Dad of course had been completely mystified as to what had caused 2 apparently unrelated incidents so close together. But it had been my great grandmother, a wily and dry-witted 90-year-old, who had finally enlightened me to my being a witch the day I received my letter from Hogwarts. She had known all along. She was a witch herself and the root of my own magical abilities, despite the fact that neither set of my grandparents nor either of my parents possessed any kind of magical aptitude. When I had questioned her about the strange things that I had caused to happen on the exceptional occasion that I lost my temper, she informed me of the reason why she had called me "Mouse" for so many years.
"Think about it, Y/N," she said, relighting her herbal roll- up as we sat together by the hearth at our house in Wiltshire that evening, "think about a wee mouse. They are small, quiet, shy, gentle wee creatures. They look like they woul'ne and coul'ne hurt nothing and no one. But, should ye' irritate or aggravate 'em or dinna ken how to handle 'em, they will bite and they will bite hard! And if ye' leave them to their own devices, they will demolish any and everything in their way before ye' even know what's happened! They are silent but destructive forces."
She had said something else then. Something that I, as a naive 11-year-old, hadn't really given a second thought to at the time. Great-grandma had always spoken in roundabout riddles and connotations of sorts, something that my father had attributed to the onset of senility and her fondness for a daily whisky or 3. But, by the end of my 6th year, it had all made eventual, perfect sense to me. Like so many instances before, she was foreseeing, preparing and priming me for a time that was yet to occur in my future without me even realising.
"One of the only beings that can quell the mouse in its destructive ways, is the serpent. The snake. He will likely spit venom and try to bite to a' first, but he may indeed surprise yeh with his true nature..."
And so it was, all of this had bought me to the afternoon that I found myself in a busy school corridor, engaged in a scathing war of words with none other than Draco Malfoy. He knew exactly how to press all of my wrong buttons.
The curious thing was, I had managed to fly under the Malfoy radar, essentially undetected, for my first few years at Hogwarts. I knew of him, of course. Who didn't? His very name was reputed and revered, not only throughout Slytherin house and Hogwarts but the wider wizarding world as well. But he had never given me much more than the occasional, cursory glance, right back to that very first evening in the Great Hall when I had joined the ranks of green and silver. He had never bullied me in the same manner that he did other muggle-born students, a fact that I relished with quiet content. If anything, he more or less ignored me. I couldn't even recall him saying more than 2 words to me in all the time that we had shared the serpent on our robes. That was up until the middle of my 4th year.
That was when it all started, seemingly out of the blue. I had never done nor said anything to cause or provoke it. It just began, much to my bewilderment and chagrin. The occasional terse remark in class evolved gradually into more vocal and confrontational comments and physical intimidations in the corridors and common room, eventually leading to the frequent use of the taboo insult that many of the other students who also came from non-magical families endured on an almost daily basis from the mouth of Draco Malfoy.
Mudblood.
I had dealt with it, day in and day out for months upon months. But that afternoon, the lava inside of me that had been bubbling and boiling silently for a good long while now began to rise, and following yet another sniping slur as we passed in the corridor, I had finally snapped. Draco had appeared momentarily taken aback as I spun around and confronted him after so long of saying and doing nothing. So too had a small group of 3rd year Hufflepuffs who quickly formed a huddle off to the side, watching on at a safe distance as the Mouse and Bookworm of Slytherin confronted the stuck-up crown Prince. It was an event that next to no one in Hogwarts would have likely ever predicted to happen, least of all, one initiated by me!
But unlike the gawking group of Badgers, Draco didn't retreat from my challenge. He embraced it. And I swore, I saw that predatory glint in his eye as he stepped up before me, towering over me, like a King Cobra with its hood flared, circling and sizing up the plucky little mongoose who had dared to snap out at him, ready to strike back in the blink of an eye without warning.
'As far as I'm concerned...' I retorted as we continued to bicker, 'you can take your purist judgements and opinions and your infantile name-calling... and shove it all up your pretentious, arrogant, misogynistic ARSE!'
'You just wait,' he hissed back, 'wait 'til my father hears about this!'
'Oh, I think you've worn that one out, don't you?!' I countered, 'news flash for you, Draco...no-one really gives a shit what your daddy dearest thinks! And anyone who does is as big a twat as you are!'
He blew out a derisive snort. 'You're just a mouthy, jumped up, filthy little mudblood, aren't you?'
'Yeah, and you're a mouthy, vile, haughty little prick, aren't you?' I retorted, narrowing my eyes.
'Why don't you just admit you like me?'
'Why don't you kiss my arse?'
He smirked then, taking a step closer to me.
'Oh...I'd love to, darling,' he growled, leering at me, 'you have no idea...'
I scoffed in disgust, scrunching my face in revulsion, but stood my ground.
'You lay so much as a finger on me...' I spat back, '...and I will take great pleasure in dropping your sorry arse, right here, right now, in this corridor. Mark...my...words.'
'I'd rather mark you somewhere else...' Draco rumbled, arching his dark brow as he stepped right into me, pushing his chest against my own.
Without warning, he gave a sudden, audible, intimidating snap of his sharp white teeth, right in front of my face. I felt myself twitch ever so slightly at his bite but I continued to hold my ground, my eyes not leaving his as we persisted to stare each other down in the middle of the hallway. By now, our vocal argument had drawn quite the crowd, close to 40 students now encircling us, watching with both curiosity and apprehension as we continued our standoff, eager to see who would buckle under first or if fists or hexes would start flying along with our words.
'You're pathetic, do you know that?' I replied, poking a single finger into Draco's chest, pushing his imposing body off of my own, 'you're nothing but a bully. A pathetic little bully who takes perverse pleasure in torturing other people. It's really quite sad actually.'
'Well, you'd know all about pathetic, wouldn't you?' he sneered, 'a perfect little bookworm mudblood, who wouldn't and couldn't stand up for herself if her life depended on it. I seriously wonder how you even ended up in Slytherin, because as far as I can see, you don't deserve to be. Not by a long shot. It was the worst thing this place ever did, letting in filth like you.'
'I was put in Slytherin because the Sorting Hat deemed me worthy,' I retorted, 'it may not be entirely clear to you, Malfoy, but the last time I checked, your opinion didn't really amount to all that much. So, as I suggested before, how about you take it and stick it where the sun doesn't shine? That is after you've removed the heads of your equally pathetic minions, of course. I mean, c'mon, Pugface Parkinson's got her head wedged so far up your backside that half the time, I can't tell where she ends and you begin!'
At my comment, the crowd around us erupted into muffled giggles and frantic chatter. Even I was pleasantly surprised with the sniping wit I had just come out with as I continued to smirk back at Draco, his stormy gaze now burning into mine as he stood, stock still and momentarily speechless following my unexpected remark.
'You want to watch what you say to me...' he replied eventually, his voice now low and unusually quiet.
I gave a soft snort of contempt, narrowing my eyes again.
'Or what?' I countered, 'what are you going to do, Draco? Send an owl to Daddy and ask him to come to fight your battles for you? Seriously, you really are all talk and no trousers, aren't you?'
No sooner had the last syllable left my lips, than Draco had seized my upper arm and began half dragging, half guiding me down the corridor, away from the gawking crowd.
'Get off of me!' I snarled, writhing and battling to escape his clutch as I was tugged along against my will. His grip was too strong though, even against my frantic movements and he kept a firm, disabling hold of me all the way down the corridor until suddenly, we rounded corner and he bundled unexpectedly me into a deserted classroom. The door slammed shut behind us and only then did he let me go.
Wrenching myself away from Draco, I stood back, glaring fiercely at him, my mouth agape in disbelief and affront for a brief moment, before I sent my hand flying across his cheek, right to left in a swiping slap. The sound of skin striking skin echoed loudly in the empty room, like the snapping, biting crack of a whip.
'Who the fuck do you think you are?!' I roared, my teeth gritted, my eyes wide and wild as I glowered at him, 'don't you EVER fucking touch me again!'
'What the fuck is your problem?!' Draco growled back, his hand now raised to his slapped cheek which was already starting to flare in a bright red glow, my handprint obvious.
'What the fuck is MY problem? What the fuck is YOUR problem?!' I retorted, 'I don't have a problem...except YOU, you slimy little reptile!'
I advanced on him then, thumping him hard in the chest with both of my hands, shoving him backwards, pushing him as far away from me as I could.
'You treat me like total and utter shit for the last couple of years, then you have the audacity to ask me what MY problem is?! Why don't you pull your head out of your pretentious arse and take a long, hard look in the fucking mirror!'
I shoved him again, pushing him a few more paces backwards, my hands beating hard against his chest. Never before had I been consumed by such rapid wrath, never before had the boiling white-hot haze of total and pure rage overwhelmed me as completely as it did at that moment. I saw Draco wince slightly as he grappled against the ongoing onslaught of my assaulting hands but like petrol to a fire, it simply fuelled me further.
'For fucks sake, Y/L/N! Stop fucking hitting me!'
'Why don't you make me,' I snarled, taking another step into him, 'you self-righteous, obnoxious piece of shit!'
Draco advanced on me then, grasping my raised wrist with one hand, his other clenching the waistband of my skirt as he spun me quickly around and then drove me backwards into the nearby wall. My back thudded hard against the rough stone, his clutch like a vice, his body crushing against mine, both of us letting out a grunt of frustration and exertion as our eyes locked together.
'Will you just shut up and listen to me, for fucks sake?!' he exclaimed, 'fucking hell...I'm in love with you, Y/L/N!'
In that split second between him saying my surname and my mind registering just what he had said, I felt my heart skip a noticeable beat. Had I really just heard what I thought I had?
No, I couldn't have... argued one side of my brain, ...there was no way Draco Malfoy had just said that to me. That he loved me?! Me?! A mudblood of all people?! Loved by the Slytherin Prince who despised all muggle-borns and everything about them? No way, no how! Don't be utterly ridiculous! But wait! ...countered the other side... that's exactly what you heard, wasn't it? You know you heard that... you know you did! Otherwise, you wouldn't be having this hysterical conversation with yourself in the first place, would you, you stupid cow? Oh. My. GOD....!
'No, you're not,' I said slowly as I shook my head, still not completely believing either side of my still racing brain, 'you're lying....'
'I'm not lying,' Draco replied, his gaze boring into mine, 'I'm not, Y/N...I promise you.'
'You are...' I hissed, still shaking my head, '...I know you are. You are nothing but a liar...'
'No!' he implored, his eyes glowing and resolute as he gazed down onto me, clutching hold of my forearms, pulling me towards him, 'listen to me, Y/N! Please! I need you.'
Dipping his face down, he captured my lips with his in a deep, full kiss. The clasp of his lips on mine was so gripping and took me by such surprise that for a moment, I was temporarily paralysed. Eventually though, after a few short seconds which felt to me like several long hours, I managed to prise my lips from his, wrestling myself from his grasp.
'Fuck you,' I groaned, pushing my palms against his shoulders. I tried desperately to shove him away from me, but Draco clutched hold of my arms again, holding me against him, his stormy eyes burning back to mine.
'I love you.'
He dipped his lips back down to recapture with mine. For a split second, I felt myself begin to kiss him back before I managed to drag my lips from his once again.
'Fuck you!' I spat, beating my hands hard against his shoulders as I fought to tussle against his embrace. It was then, with lightening-fast reflexes, Draco gripped me tightly by my wrists again, my back thumping back against the hard wall as our eyes fused. Our bodies pressed together and like his cinch had sent a powerful sedative surging through me, I felt myself stop struggling in an instant.
'Stop...' he growled, his gaze intense and smouldering as he looked down on me, '...and listen to me. I love you.'
I didn't say another word and once more, his lips dipped down and enveloped mine. For the first time, I didn't resist as I crumbled completely and melted at last, weakly into his waiting arms. I could hear my brain screaming at me how angry I was, how much I wanted to go on hitting him, hurting him as he had hurt me so many times. But my heart, my soul and my undeniable desire for him coupled with his ardent embrace, intoxicating kisses and soulful words swamped me completely and obliterated all thoughts of resentment and indignation in a second.
Opening my mouth wide to him, my hands plunged into the back of his pale hair, pulling him down to me, crushing his lips hard against my own. I groaned and gasped against his kiss as his tongue plundered my mouth, his lips smothering mine, his warm breath spilling into me. I could taste him on my lips, on my tongue, the bubbling heat spreading down my front in an instant as his hands roamed down me, clutching one of my breasts through my woollen jumper, the warmth from his hand sending an enlivening jolt through me.
His hands then plunged up and under both my jumper and blouse as one, sending shuddering jolts of electricity down my spine, down in a cascading ripple to between my legs, hot wetness seeping from the junction in the middle before I even realised how aroused I already was. I gasped again as he dragged his mouth from mine then, his hot wet tongue and lips trailing down the curve of the front of my neck as he sank slowly to his knees in front of me. A second later, he had my skirt pushed up and my knickers pulled down. I knew exactly what he was doing, but I didn't resist. If anything, I assisted him as we broke apart briefly, allowing me to step out of them and kick them to the side, before our lips plunged back together, more frantic and impassioned than before.
Reaching my now shaking hands down, I grappled with the front of Draco's trousers, tugging them open and down his hips as our mouths continued to ravish and plunder hungrily together. My arms wrapped his neck as he pushed me back up against the wall, lifting me from my feet, and then, without vacillation, he surged forward and slid into me, full and deep in one delicious, measured movement, filling me up, right to the hilt.
I clung desperately to Draco's neck, groaning and gasping, my legs wrapped around his back, holding him deep inside of me as we moved hurriedly together. My fingers gripped the back of his hair as we ground and thrust hard and fast against each other, our grunts and groans unashamed and vocal, Draco pushing one hand between our bodies, his long fingers parting and plunging into my dripping centre, the pad of his thumb rubbing and grazing my clitoris as we moved as one. His hips pistoned into mine, my blood racing, my heart thudding as his broken breath hit my neck and face over and over, his scent filling my nose, his lips hovering mere millimetres from mine as he continued to pound into me.
In a heartbeat, his mouth re-found mine and before I knew what was happening, I was whimpering and moaning against his kiss as my hips bucked down hard, a sudden and intense orgasm bursting through me, catching me completely and utterly off guard. The white-hot heat seared up my front, the wetness of my arousal pouring from me, coating my upper thighs as I clenched and released around him again and again, until I finally flopped weakly back against the wall, my eyes falling shut as I trembled and panted in the aftershock, gripping him close to me. After a slightly gauche moment as we clung to each other, fighting to catch our racing breaths, Draco recaptured my lips with his own before pulling me from the wall and began walking me across the room, still encased in his arms.
Laying me down onto my back atop the nearest desk, he arched over me, his knees pressing into the edge, my arms snaking back around his neck, holding our lips crushed together as we continued to kiss, passionate and frantic. I sighed between our mouths as his warm hands slid down over the mounds of my breasts, kneading at the soft flesh beneath the grey wool and fitted cotton, his thumbs strumming purposely, possessively across the rigid peaks of my nipples. With deft fingers, he made short work of my jumper, then my shirt buttons, peeling it away from me, letting it hang around my shoulders to reveal my heaving breasts, still encased in my bra. One rapid hand dove into one of the cups, pulling the swelling flesh of my naked breast free from the confines, his warm lips slipping from mine, down to encase the point of my nipple.
As he sucked and licked, I could feel every single inch of his warm, firm, still naked groin pressing against mine. His gaze, now dark and blown with arousal and rampant desire, burned and flickered as he looked down on me, drinking me in as I lay before him, those deep soulful pools of his eyes entrancing me, savouring me, paralysing me without words. I tried to find my breath, I fought to put 2 words together but again, the words perished on my lips as Draco slipped his mouth across and began tormenting my other breast in the same excruciatingly, ecstatic manner. My back arched again, pushing my chest hard against his face and I let out a soft, anguished cry as he nibbled with his sharp white teeth along the hardened point, pausing to tug at it gently, teasingly before encircling it in the soothing warm wetness of the flat of his caressing tongue.
'Mmmm, don't you come again already, gorgeous,' he purred as he raised his face back up to look at me, 'I'm not done with you yet...'
Parting my knees open, we shifted in tandem against the hard desk top before I let him slide his remaining hardness smoothly back into me, a deep groan of elation rising from my throat as he filled me up once more. Gripping my hands into his shoulder blades, I rippled and rolled my hips against his as he ground deep and measured into me, our eyes locked together, his length fitting me perfectly and completely, my hot inner walls groaning and gripping each and every for his grinding pumps, pulling him deeper and deeper into me with every desperate motion.
'Harder...' I gasped, arching my head back, my eyes lolling shut with gratification, '...deeper...fuck me harder...'
'Open your legs wider...' Draco purred, gripping me under my thighs, tilting them upwards so that my abdomen and bottom rose from the worn desktop, '...wrap them around my back.'
I obeyed him, locking my ankles together at the small of his back, the change of angle making him bump and grind hard and blissful against my inner and outer points, a long, whimpering moan rising from my throat in response, the wet heat pouring from me as he continued to thrust into me, his eyes locked to mine.
'That's it...' he whispered, flashing me that predatory grin that I had seen only moments before, '...you keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. Keep them right on me. I want you to look at me as I fuck you.'
The gripping heat clawed steadily up inside of me, rising up and up deep inside of me like a raging fire increasing in size, unrestrained and unashamed moans and groans and gasps rising from my throat as he moved inside of me, his gaze never once leaving me and before I knew it, the burning pressure became nearly unbearably tight, my inner walls beginning to flutter and twitch, begging for release from the tension. Gripping my fingers into his biceps, I tipped my head back against the desktop, my eyes lolling shut again against my will, my breathing reduced to heaving gasping pants as I felt my body beginning to tense and tremble in prelude to my climax.
'I'm close, Draco...' I gasped, my voice shuddering, 'I'm... nearly there...oh god, don't stop, don't stop...'
'You going to come with me, baby, hey?' he growled, 'come on...let me hear you...scream for me!'
'Yes...oh god! Yes! Keep going, keep going...'
'Look at me, baby...look at me...'
He gripped my chin in his hand then, tilting my face firmly forward so that I looked directly into his own. A rough kiss savaged my lips as he kept a hold of my face, all the while never missing a beat as he persisted to fuck me, hard and unrelenting, against the worn desktop.
He continued to move steadfast inside of me and then with one final, plunging thrust, my second orgasm exploded through me in a blissful flood, my head snapping back, my breasts heaving upwards as a wail of ecstasy roared from my throat, adrenaline surging through my veins, my body tensing momentarily before I rode out the waves, bellowing a deep guttural groan to the high ceiling. Draco joined me in release a second later, his head dropping to the groove of my neck and shoulder as he thrust his hips hard against mine then exploded deep inside of me, his breath hot against my bare skin, his own groan echoing in my ears before he collapsed finally, against my chest, our bodies hot, sated and sleek with sweat.
It took us a long moment to steady our racing heartbeats and calm our broken breaths, but eventually, I felt Draco raise his head from my neck with a soft groan. Opening up my heavy eyes, I gazed back at him, blinking slowly as his pale face returned to focus in front of me.
'Oh my god...' I breathed finally, half laughing, half sighing as I continued to rake my shaking hands through his now dishevelled hair, '...um...what the hell was that just then?'
'I have no idea,' Draco replied, chuckling also as he leant in, pressing his forehead against mine, the joy of joint release and rebellion infectious, 'I don't know. I seriously don't. I guess that mouth of yours pissed me off so much, I just had to have it.'
I grinned, giggling as I nudged his nose with my own.
'You're an idiot.'
He smirked. 'You know you like me....really.'
'I'm admitting to nothing...' I quipped, '...I know you'll only use it against me if I do!'
'Jesus Christ, Y/L/N...you really are relentless, aren't you?' Draco laughed, 'always have to have the last bloody word!'
It was then my Great-grandmother's words from so many years before, at last re-rose to the forefront of my brain.
"One of the only beings that can quell the mouse in its destructive nature, is the serpent..."
Of course! How did I miss that one? Oh well......
Cocking my brow, I mirrored his smirk.
'Speak for yourself, sweetheart. Ssssssss.'
He furrowed his brow. 'Did you just hiss at me?'
'Yes,' I grinned, 'don't worry...I'll explain it to you later.'
I waggled my brows again, unable to contain my smile as Draco cupped my cheek with his palm, urging my mouth back up to his, our lips re-joining in a tender yet deep embrace.
It was then, we were both alerted to the sudden arrival of a familiar, stern voice.
'Right! Where are they? I will not tolerate fighting of any kind in this school!'
It was Professor McGonagall. And judging by her footsteps on the hard stone floor, she was rapidly approaching the classroom in which we remained, half-naked, suspiciously dishevelled and laying against each other.
'Shit!' I hissed, wrenching my lips from Draco's and springing to my feet, fumbling with the buttons of my still opened blouse with one hand as I snatched up my pullover with the other, 'what do we do?!'
'Get in the cupboard!' Draco replied, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the ebony wood storage cubby that stood in the corner, 'get in and don't move a muscle!'
The cupboard was only just big enough to fit us both, Draco's sliding his tall frame in against mine, managing by some small miracle to pull the door quickly but quietly closed at the very last moment, just as McGonagall swept into the room. Our bodies pressed together in the darkness, Draco's hand clamped firmly across my mouth as I held my breath, my blood racing, my heart pounding as we listened intently for any sound or approaching footsteps from outside the door. It was hard to tell if McGonagall was moving or not. We heard nothing for a long time. Silently, I move my shaking hand up, resting it upon Draco's chest, his heart thumping and thudding hard and fast against my palm.
Eventually, we heard the retreating click of McGonagall's heeled boots on the stone-flagged floor as she left the room, pulling the heavy door shut behind her with a dull thump. Draco and I waited another long moment, just to make sure she was completely gone before we slowly pushed the door of the wardrobe open just far enough for us to both lean a single shoulder out. The classroom was completely empty.
Heaving a mutual sigh of relief, I turned my head, looking back up at Draco, who by this stage was already smiling down on me.
'What are you grinning at?' I laughed, 'do you find the fact that we nearly just got caught funny?'
'No,' Draco replied, turning down his mouth as he cast his eyes slowly across the room, 'but I do find the fact that your knickers are still on the floor by the door absolutely fucking hilarious.'
My eyes widened suddenly as it dawned on me then that, for once, he was indeed not joking. Snapping my head around, I cast my eyes across the room and sure enough, lying there on the floor, just adjacent to the now-closed door, exactly where I had left them, were my discarded lace knickers. Whether or not McGonagall had seen them or not, I didn't know. I just stood, riveted to the spot, my eyes fixed on them laying there, glowing bright scarlet red like a beacon against the grey stone slabs. It was then Draco leant forward and whispered in my ear.
'Sexy colour, by the way, they suit you. But, they do look much better on the floor.'
I spun my head back around, ready to shoot him an icy glare. Before I even managed to utter a single word, however, Draco pulled me back into the darkness of the wardrobe, his arms wrapping my body, his lips recapturing mine as the door thumped softly shut behind us.
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