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The Methods of a Malfoy	By : theGreenWitch1287 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3499 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was 3.00 am. The middle of the night. Yet sleep eluded me.
I lay, wide awake, flat on my back in my bed, gazing hazily up at the folds of the dark canopy above me. The soft, muffled tick of my bedside clock was the only sound amidst the silence of my empty dorm. I had been struggling in the throes of a particularly virulent seasonal cold for over 2 weeks now and had spent the last week alone confined mostly to my bed, a fact made better only by the blessed beginning of the 4 week Christmas break.
The first snowfall had blanketed the grounds and the school was uncharacteristically quiet, the bulk of my classmates, the majority of Slytherin house included, electing to return to their respective homes across the country for Christmas and the New Year. Draco and I were the only 2 Slytherin students to remain in residence, along with a pair of 5th year Gryffindor's, a small flock of Hufflepuff's and a single soul from Ravenclaw.
The arrival of the small swag of Christmas presents from my parents had been a welcome distraction of sorts from the endless headaches, coughing and phlegm. However, even that pleasure had been somewhat short-lived, my ongoing fatigue and disrupted sleep meaning that I spent most daylight hours curled up in my bed or on the common room settee, catching up on rest lost the previous night to bad dreams and blocked sinuses. Normal seasonal merriments of snowball fights out in the frosty air, sipping hot chocolate and troughing endlessly on sugary treats were well and truly off the agenda. It was just my typical, frustrating luck to fall ill just before Christmas. My only consolation was that I'd be spending the holiday period with Draco.
He was my friend. My good friend. We got on much like brother and sister, including teasing and tormenting each other whenever and wherever we saw fit. But if truth be told, I had harboured a secret affection for the notorious Prince of Slytherin for a long time now, since my 3rd year at Hogwarts. I hadn't told anyone. I daren't tell anyone. I almost had trouble admitting it to myself in my moments of solitude, even now, half the way through my 6th year. My feelings had progressed well beyond those of a mere, simple crush. My infatuation was now so avidly entrenched that a mere day without seeing him, in one way or another, was enough to put me in the worse kind of mood.
Whether he knew of my feelings for him or not, I didn't know. And if he was aware, he certainly didn't lead on that he had any kind of idea or perhaps even reciprocated my sentiments. All that I knew was that need and want to see him on a daily basis had become so intensely essential to me, so fundamentally basic, like the necessity to breathe air. I was completely and utterly, undeniably, embarrassingly, ridiculously in love with my friend. And it was like being stuck between a heavenly rock and a hellish hard place.
Following another exhausting day of doing next to nothing, I had taken myself off to bed early for the 5th night running, leaving Draco alone once more beside the common room fire. He had made plans to head over to Hogsmeade during the morning but had eventually decided against it, telling me instead that he was spending his day, of all places, in the empty library upstairs whilst I remained curled up on the common room sofa, snoozing intermittently. He had returned in the early evening before heading down to the Great Hall to get some dinner. I had remained behind however, my appetite still somewhat flagging due to the lingering effects of my virus, and by the time he came back, half an hour later, I was well and truly ready to reclaim my bed. I had been asleep for a couple of hours before Draco had poked his head around my dormitory door, checking to see how I was feeling before saying that he too was turning in for the night.
I had managed to drop off again for several more hours, until I had awoken, just shy of 2.30 am, a sudden hot flush swamping my body. It hadn't been one of my regular sickness induced visions though. Quite the opposite. I had been dreaming. Of Draco. Him coming to my dormitory door, much like he had done earlier that evening to check on me. There, over the threshold, we had shared a deep, passionate kiss before Draco had scooped me up and carried me inside. I had felt somewhat awkward upon waking, under the realisation that Draco was in such close proximity to me, asleep just across the dormitory landing. And that he was still my friend.
Heaving a defeated sigh, I kicked down my bedclothes and rose from the mattress, picking up one of my favourite Muggle books, that of Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol, from my bedside table. It seemed that I was destined to suffer yet another sleepless night. At least reading would provide a certain degree of solace until I either fell back to sleep or dawn broke. Whichever came first.
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Padding quietly down the stone stairs and into the shadowy, silent common room, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the dimness, the only guiding glow being the faint peachy smoulder that radiated from the dying fire and the dim glimmer of the fairy lights that adorned the Christmas tree erected in the far corner. It was then that my gaze settled on the black leather sofa, in front of the fireplace. And so too the familiar blonde head that peeked just out from the side of the armrest.
Draco.
My stomach gave that same familiar tumble that it had the night I had found him, several weeks before, passed out in the early hours, at the back of the library. Smiling to myself, I crept stealthily around to the front of the sofa until I stood right before him, absorbing the sight of my friend and the very subject of my erstwhile, erotic dream. He lay curled up in the semi foetal position, fast asleep, his breathing near-silent, dark lashes fanning his pale cheeks, his chest rising gentle and steady, up and down beneath the black woollen throw that shrouded him. He looked beautiful. Serene. Borderline cherubic...though I knew Draco would likely scoff and smirk with amused derision at such a banal description.
A fraction of a moment later, almost as if he had sensed I was there, those piercing eyes of stormy slate opened soundlessly, to meet my own. A drowsy smile curled his thin lips as he raised his head slightly, his normally immaculate blonde hair mussed slightly with sleep.
'Hello there, madam. You alright?'
'Hello...' I replied, nodding as I returned Draco's smile, 'yeah...I'm fine. I managed to get a little bit of sleep. But alas, I find myself awake once more.'
'Feeling any better?' he shuffled upright then, moving his legs to the side so that I could sink down next to him, 'did you have another bad dream?'
I shook my head slowly as I placed my book down on the adjacent coffee table next to Draco's wand.
'No. Blessedly. I'm feeling okay...marginally better, but not really. What are you doing down here? I thought you were going to bed too.'
'Couldn't sleep either.'
My lips curled in an empathetic smile. 'Curse of the Slytherin insomniacs, hey?'
Draco huffed out a soft, ironic snort. 'Something like that. Wouldn't be the first time. And it's strangely off-putting actually, not having Crabbe snoring his head off next to me as is per usual.'
'Mmmm, familiar white noise, I guess,' I chuckled, then coughed softly, 'so...what's on your mind?'
'Just things,' he replied, shrugging casually, 'different things. How 'bout you?'
'Yeah, things too. My cold...' I paused, turning my head to release a 2nd cough into my shoulder before smiling back at him, '...and you know...the other type of crap that tends to keep a person up at night.'
'Such as?'
'Well, if truth be told...I was dreaming actually. About you.'
Draco stared at me in silence for a long moment, his eyes fixed, soft yet magnetic to mine before a gentle smirk tugged the corner of his mouth.
'Were you now? And tell me Y/L/N, do you regularly dream about me?'
'Well, I think we'd more class that as a nightmare, wouldn't we?' I drawled sardonically, feeling the sudden need to make something of a joke of my admission.
'You tell me, sweetheart,' Draco replied, 'you were the one having it. Sweet dream...or a beautiful nightmare?'
I pursed my lips, sticking my chin out slightly as I stared enquiringly at him, down the line of my nose.
'Why are you so curious?'
'Because you told me. And, it just so happens, that I may have had one too.'
'Oh, did you? Dare I ask? Or will I live to regret it?'
'That really depends...'
I smirked then, arching my brows curiously. 'Care to enlighten me then?'
'I saw this person that I'm sure I know,' Draco replied slowly, 'they had this long dark hair. The most riveting deep, eyes that I have ever seen. This big, bright smile...'
'Curious,' I replied, 'and what were they wearing?'
Draco's smirk curled higher then, almost to the very corner of his eye as he cocked his dark brow.
'Who says they were wearing anything?'
I sank my front teeth into the tip of my tongue as my breath hitched in my throat.
'Oh...so it was one of those types of dreams then?' I replied eventually, 'thought so...I'm regretting it already...'
His smirk remained in place. 'Not so much, no,' he purred, 'but I do remember one rather alluring little detail. That of a rather curious birthmark...shaped like a heart...in a particularly, shall we say, private place.'
I felt my breath catch and my stomach flip a second time, the smile gradually slipping from my face as I realised exactly what Draco was saying. He was talking about my birthmark. The one that sat on the lateral plane between the underside curve of my left breast and my ribcage. That which was only visible when I was naked and had my arms raised higher than my shoulders. It was then it all came back to me. The prefect's showers. A week prior. I had heard what I was certain was someone coming in before leaving almost as quickly, in haste. However, when I had stuck my head out of my cubicle to investigate and seen no one in the steam-filled shower block, I had thought nothing more of it. Clearly, I hadn't been completely alone.
I swallowed deeply as I steadied myself.
'How did you see my birthmark?'
'I didn't mean to, really,' Draco replied softly, 'I wasn't concentrating, my mind was elsewhere...and I walked into the wrong bathroom. It was only when I saw you, that I realised.'
I raised my brows. 'So, you saw me...naked?'
His eyes flickered coyly to the floor. 'Yes.'
I pursed my lips, folding my arms across my chest.
'Oh... right. And, errr...did you enjoy your unexpected little peep show, you pervert?'
He opened his mouth to protest again, but stopped when he saw the ironic smile plastered across my face. The one that told him I wasn't completely perturbed by what had happened.
'I wasn't looking. I promise.'
'Oh, I think you were,' I replied, still smiling, 'you wouldn't have seen that mark otherwise. It's not exactly in the most conspicuous place.'
'Well, for what it's worth...' he paused a second time.
I furrowed my brow, cocking my head enquiringly to the side.
'What, Draco?'
With a smirk, he relaxed back against the back of the sofa, stretching his arms out on either side of his shoulders. My tummy fluttered again as his fingertips grazed the top of my arm.
'For what it's worth...it wasn't the worst sight I've ever seen.'
It was my turn to glance away, bashfulness falling over me all of a sudden.
'Thanks. I think.'
'It was a compliment. You should take it.'
I felt the settee dip slightly as Draco shuffled slightly forward, closing the small gap between us.
'Not blushing are you, Y/L/N?'
'No.' My gaze remained lowered, the warmth of flush filling my cheeks.
'So, tell me then...why can't you look me in the eye?'
I could feel the veritable buzz between us, crackling, vibrating like live electricity. His stare pulled at me then, dragging my eyes back from the floor like a magnet, despite my best attempts to keep them averted. Those silver depths had darkened, now low and intense, smouldering with a silent burn that was so far removed from their normal ashen shimmer as he looked back at me. In a second, I found myself captivated once more.
I swallowed deeply as Draco pressed forward into me, cupping my cheek in his palm without a word, tilting my face upwards, drawing my mouth to his. The tips of our lips grazed, and with a soft gasp, I clutched his wrist, halting the advance.
'You-you shouldn't kiss me,' I stammered, 'you'll get sick.'
Slowly, he shook his head. 'I don't care.'
His savour spread across my lips and over my tongue as it met with my own. I opened my mouth, letting his warm breath spill into me, my eyes fluttering shut as I surrendered helplessly and completely to the embrace of my friend. My single lucid thought in that moment was how incredible, how truly delectable he tasted. His long fingers stroked tentatively down either side of my neck, electrifying and evoking the sensitive skin until they fell to rest upon my chest. I kept my eyes shut, gasping softly against Draco's mouth as he palmed my breasts through my nightshirt, caressing and exploring me as our tongue and lips continued to slide and dance together. My arms wrapped his neck as he pulled me onto his lap so that I sat facing him, one leg on either side of his taut thighs, our chests pressed together. Only then did I prise our lips slowly part to look him in the eye.
'And what, may I ask, do you intend to do with me now?'
He smirked again, that dark brow arching once more.
'I'll do absolutely anything you want, dearest.'
A single finger trailed the line of my lower lip, my entire body searing in ardent response. I drew in a sharp breath.
'That is...if you're sure you want to be doing this.' I sighed softly as he coiled a loose lock of my sleep rumpled hair around his finger, grazing the skin of my neck as he caressed my strands.
'Are you sure?'
My response slipped from my lips before I even knew I was speaking.
'Without a doubt.'
Draco's hooded stare remained locked to mine, so piercing, so intense, so much so I felt myself begin to tremble beneath it before he recaptured my lips in a second breathtaking kiss. His hands trailed down my arms to grip me gently by the hips, his touch sending tingles across my hips bones, right into the very marrow within the core. A familiar flutter rippled through my tummy as we began to strip each other of our night clothes, dropping them in pools on the carpeted floor behind us. I was more than a little relieved that I had decided not to wear any knickers under my nightshirt that evening, Draco revealing to me that he had also gone commando as he slid out of his baggy pyjama trousers, kicking the final garment to the side so that we sat nestled together on the sofa, completely naked.
Smiling shyly, I shuffled my bottom backwards against his lap, then leant forward and began trailing my lips slowly, carefully, over the warm skin of his pale, toned chest. The very tip of my tongue traced and teased the lines and panes as I slipped lower and lower, dragging the warm flat of it right down the pane of his torso, down until I reached his flat, washboard belly. The tight muscles of his stomach rippled and twitched beneath the caress of my tongue as I tickled and traced the ridges of his defined abdominal muscles, dragging and stroking in long lazy strokes like the motions of an artists' paintbrush, tasting and relishing the flavour of his skin, one side then the other then back again. I couldn't help but smirk furtively against his skin as I heard his rumbling sigh of relaxation echo from beneath me.
Raising my eyes up slightly, my own arousal surged as I beheld the sight of Draco, his head tipped back against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed as he relished the sensations, his hips twitching as I continued to trail my tongue over his belly, teasing him almost everywhere except the one place I knew he longed for the most. Sliding my nude body against his, I skimmed with my lips and tongue back up over his chest, over his collarbones, right up the long column of the front of his throat, over the bump of his Adam's apple until I re-enveloped his lips with mine, deep and full. I felt his warm hands slide around me clutching me at the small of my back, holding me close against him as I slowly began to undulate my hips against his.
'Mmmm...that feel good?'
Draco's closed eyes opened then, locking to mine.
'Hideous.'
Smirking at his routine sarcasm, I pressed forward against him, rubbing the tip of my nose tenderly against his, pausing only to lay another slow sensuous kiss on his parted lips before I pulled back slightly, letting his bottom lip linger against mine as I gazed up at him through lowered lids.
'Would you like me to continue?'
His voice was deep, slightly stern, yet barely above a whisper as he answered me.
'Do you really need to ask?'
I smirked again. 'I guess not.'
Pressing a third soft peck to Draco's lips, I flicked the point of my tongue out to trace the line of his Cupids bow, teasing and tickling it, just as I had done to his body moments ago before I reattached my lips back to the pane of his chest.
Stroking across one of the nubs of his nipples with my tongue, my smile curled as I felt him twitch beneath my mouth, a muffled groan rising from his throat, his arousal stirring between my thighs as I continued to sit astride him. My tongue flashed across, nipping and lapping at his other nipple, unable not to smirk as I received the same ardent response. With a soft snicker, I leant forward, close to the side of his face, my tongue sliding down the shell of his ear.
'Hmmm... me thinks I have discovered where the young Mister Malfoy is ticklish...'
'I'm not ticklish,' Draco groaned in protest, 'you just...surprised me.'
Again, I snickered as I dragged the tips of my lips up from his lobe, over his inner ear, over his tragus, up the side of his face to his temple, skimming his cheek with my own as I breathed him in, long and deep, making sure that my naked breasts unambiguously glanced his bare chest as I moved against him.
'Surprised you, did I?' I whispered mockingly, 'surprised you...twice in a row...on the same body part?'
'Yes.'
I sat back then, looking him square in his hooded eyes.
'Liar.'
He scoffed. 'Cow.'
I sniggered. 'Wanker.'
'Tart.'
'Fuckwit.'
'Wench!'
'Prick!'
He smirked then. 'Beautiful wench...'
I grinned back. 'Gorgeous prick...'
Draco blew out a short snort of amusement. 'Thanks.'
'You're welcome,' I teased with an impish smirk, 'anyway...you do have a rather lovely one, it has to be said.'
At the very mention of said appendage, I felt it rise, turgid and warm, against the pane of my bare belly. Without hesitation, our eyes remaining locked, I slid one hand between our bodies, wrapping my hand gently but firmly around Draco's ascending length. Sliding slowly up and down his shaft, I began to pump him, his substantial girth swelling in my hand as I caressed it, his eyes blown and dark with arousal as he tipped his head back against the back of the sofa with a deep groan, his eyelids lolling as he relished the ministrations. Leaning in, I dragged my tongue over his ear once more, tugging softly at the lobe before I finally decided to show both him and myself some mercy, both of our arousals now undeniably sky high.
'Okay...enough teasing,' I whispered, halting my hand, 'just do it. And by it, I mean me.'
At my words, a smile of relieved bliss spread across Draco's pale face. With his hands still clutching the small of my back, he tugged me forward sharply, pressing our chests and naked groins firmly together.
'Christ...I thought you'd never ask.'
Smiling, I enveloped his lips with mine in a soft sucking kiss, then, raising my hips up, his length still grasped in my hand, Draco's grip at my waist as he guided me forward, I lowered myself slowly but surely onto him. Our eyes locked together and I let out a low groan as his hardness filled me inch by delicious inch, right until I sank completely down onto him, to the very root. My eyes fell shut with a blissful sigh as I gently wriggled my hips from side to side, taking a moment to align and adjust his generous length within me, before I finally began rippling myself slowly against his cock, buried deep within my moist channel.
I ground against him, the sticky wetness beginning to spill from me in a near-instant, Draco's hands clutching the tops of my thighs as reached forward between us and parted me open, encircling my already throbbing clit with his thumbs as he rippled and rolled his hips in perfect timing beneath my own. It wasn't long before we began to move faster and harder together, the pleasure swamping us completely as we let go of our inhibitions and most of our control, our gasps and groans filling the empty common room, the soft crackle of the fire behind us drowned out by our groans, overlaid only by the muffled squeaking of the leather sofa as our bodies gyrated atop it.
Draco snaked one hand around my waist holding me square to him as he continued to thrust up into me from below, his other sliding up between my breasts and down to caress my dripping centre as I ground atop him. Tipping his head back against the back of the sofa, his eyes falling half-shut with gratification, I knew it wouldn't be much longer until he would be struggling to stop himself from coming.
'Hey, look at me...' I breathed, clutching his chin in my hand, tilting his reclined head forward so that his eyes met mine, '...open your eyes. Dray?'
His reply was low, rumbling, near breathless.
'W-what?'
'Open...your...eyes.' I repeated firmly.
I clutched my other hand into the back of his dishevelled hair, holding his hooded gaze to mine.
'You want to come, darling?'
Another desperate, rumbling groan rang out as I tugged firmly at his fisted locks.
'Ohhhh, fuuuck...yes...'
'Good...then fuck me harder,' I snarled through gritted teeth, 'fuck me like a Malfoy.'
With his cock still buried deep within me, Draco captured me in his strong arms, tumbling me backwards from the sofa, down onto the carpeted floor in front of the smouldering fire. Arching up over me, our lips crushed back hard together as he cradled me to him, one hand clutching tight around my waist, the other under my thigh, tugging my already spread legs further open as he renewed his steady, grinding rhythm.
Arching myself up to meet him, I groaned, loud and yawning from the very bottom of my throat with every plunging stroke. Every inch of Draco's length filled me perfectly, pummelling and abrading my inner and outer points in a perfect steady rhythm like nothing I had ever felt before or was ever likely to feel again. Clutching my hands into his hair, I lolled my head back against the cushioning rug, snaking my legs around Draco's lower back, my heels digging into his firm buttocks as I pulled him even deeper into me, desperate to absorb every blissful, delicious movement.
The tension began to grip and claw within my abdomen almost immediately, the pressure, the heat, the familiar enlivening jolts creeping up, rising up and up from the very depths of me as we moved together, harder and faster as the excitement and blissful abandon of sexual pleasure mounted higher and higher between us with every harried motion. Grasping my hands into the taut skin of Draco's back, I pulled him down to me, my breasts heaving upwards, a wail of ecstasy echoing around the room as he swirled his tongue around the point of my nipple, before sucking it hard into his mouth, tormenting and torturing it to a hard, red, throbbing point with his sharp teeth and warm, wet tongue. Every ministration of his mouth made me coil and writhe and gasp and groan in blissful, powerless abandonment.
Clutching my hand behind his head, I clenched my fingers desperately into the mop of his hair, grasping and gripping it in time with our motions as our movements moved apace, our bodies grinding and rocking together, quicker and quicker, until Draco pushed hard into me with a final, ploughing grind, bringing me to a blissful and vocal peak. The surges of white-hot pleasure surged through me like a hundred simultaneous lightning bolts, my inner walls clenching and milking Draco's still pistoning cock, dragging his orgasm from him a few short seconds after my own, his essence spurting into me, filling me to the brink as he let out a roaring snarl that could have easily come from the jaws of his beastly namesake.
As the final waves of pleasure ebbed away, we collapsed together against the cushioning comfort of the rug, panting and shuddering, our hearts thudding as one, our skin sleek with mingled sweat as we curled our fatigued bodies together. Before either of us knew what had happened, we had both dropped back off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms.
***
The next perceptible thought that filled my mind was the sensation of something warm yet firm laying pressed against my back. For a short moment, I wasn't sure where I was. The surface beneath me didn't feel like my bed. Squinting into the soft light that now filled the previously dark room, I lolled my head to the side to see Draco's muscular arm, flecked with faint blonde hairs, draped across my hip. Our hands were still joined, our fingers still interlocked as he snuggled behind me, clutching me in a snug, spooning embrace, his nose laying buried against the back of my loose hair as he continued to snooze soundly. Shifting beneath the black throw that now covered us both, I glanced around and quickly realised that we were both still lying on the common room floor, right there on the fireside rug where we had fallen asleep in each other's arms, mere hours before. The clock above the mantle told me that it was now just shy of 7 o clock in the morning.
Squeezing Draco's fingers tenderly in my own, I pulled his arm tighter around my chest, allowing my tired eyes to fall back shut as I relished the warmth that enfolded me, despite the obvious coldness of the stone slab floor upon which we continued to rest. My heart gave a flutter as I heard Draco's soft groan, his lean, firm, naked body brushing against mine as he shifted behind me, tightening his own hold on me. Nuzzling his nose into the back of my hair, I heard the soft intake of breath followed by another low sighing groan as he breathed me in, pressing a soft kiss at the nape of my neck.
'It's okay...I'm here.'
His warm breath tickled the back of my neck as he spoke. Wriggling back against his supporting body with a soft groan, I nestled my head into the crook of the front of his neck, clutching his hand encased in mine close against the beat of my heart. We lay in content silence together for a good while before I eventually spoke.
'I think I learnt a new thing or two about you last night.'
Another tender kiss tingled the back of my neck beneath my hair.
'Did you? And what's that then?'
Opening my eyes, I rolled over, turning in Draco's enfolding embrace until I lay facing him, our chests pressed together, our lips, the tips of our noses mere millimetres apart, our gazes locked together.
'You like to kiss,' I purred, smiling, 'and you're bloody good at it as well.'
Reaching a hand up, I stroked an errant lock of his now dishevelled blonde hair from his brow. Once again, that familiar playful smirk curled the corner of his lips.
'I like kissing, yes,' Draco confirmed, sliding his arm back around my upside hip, 'but only certain people...and only in certain ways. Namely...you...every which way I possibly can. Legal or otherwise.'
I couldn't help but grin as I furrowed my brow quizzically.
'Are there illegal ways to kiss a person?'
'Quite possibly,' Draco replied, tugging me suggestively against him, 'especially where you're concerned, darling. What do you say you and I spend the rest of our holidays with me showing you what I mean?'
I figured who was I to decline Draco's generous offer?
Bed rest was the recommended best treatment for a cold after all.
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