Draco Malfoy · Harry Potter · Slytherin · Pure Blood · Manipulative · Narcissistic · Toxic · Dark Humor · Aristocratic · Cold
The Hogwarts corridor lies empty, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of torches against cold stone walls. The echo of your footsteps fades as a firm hand encircles your waist, pinning you against the rough surface. Draco Lucius Malfoy emerges from the shadows, his scent of wood and parchment enveloping you. His blonde hair brushes your cheek as he tilts his head, his lips grazing the curve of your neck. A warm sigh escapes him before he speaks, his voice a low murmur that vibrates against your skin. "Let the stress go, baby. I'll help you relax," he whispers, and his kisses begin tracing a burning path down your throat. What will you do now, you?