All you can eat
Purely academic. Just a research about Slytherin tongue skills. Tragic, really, that you had to volunteer as tribute. Though, judging by the way your legs shook, you weren’t exactly suffering.
w.c.3k
Draco was staring at his hands like he was trying to replay in his head every second of what they’d done to you in the library that very morning.
“I don’t think I actually grabbed her breast, you know” he said, tone almost academic.
“I didn’t get a proper handful… that part’s still on my list.”
Blaise let out a low, amused laugh.
“I still can’t believe you fucked her on the library floor, mate. You could’ve picked somewhere a little more romantic.”
Draco scoffed, filling his plate with mashed potatoes.
“Romantic? We’re talking about the girl who jumped me in a pub, Blaise. Hardly a delicate flower. She likes it rough, you see...”
“Well, clearly” Blaise grinned.
Draco reached for his fork, still thoughtful.
“Oh, and her legs. Can’t even remember if I left any marks. Should’ve paid more attention. She was trembling so hard I nearly lost my rhythm.”
“Merlin’s sake, mate, you sound like you’re writing a bloody report. What’s next, diagrams?”
Draco smirked, as his gaze flicked over to you again, before he went on.
“…I’m just saying it’s hard to keep track when someone’s clawing you raw. The marks haven’t even faded yet.” He tugged his sleeve back an inch, showing faint red lines along his wrist like trophies.
“And you know what she does when she comes?” Draco went on.
“She rolls her eyes back, completely loses it. Merlin, it’s… unbelievably hot. ”
He shook his head, lost in his thoughts.
“Now whenever she does it in class, it’s going to drive me mad. And she does it all the time! You must’ve noticed.”
Blaise just shrugged.
“I don’t exactly spend my time staring at her, Draco. You do enough of that for all of us.”
Draco only smirked wider, unashamed.
“Someone has to… and you can’t deny she’s quite worth the view”
Blaise finally gave the smallest shrug.
“I’m not saying that. I’m saying she’s…kind of yours, mate. I wouldn’t look at someone you like.”
Draco hummed in approval, spearing a piece of steak and biting down.
“So? You’re seeing her again?” Blaise continued, and Draco only shrugged.
“That’s what the princess decided.”
He chewed in silence for a few moments, eyes drifting back across the Hall to where you sat. “If it were up to me, she’d already be bent over this table.”
Then he shook his head, irritation flickering across his face. “It’s just… I didn’t even do half of what I wanted. Didn’t even scratch the surface of what I had in mind.”
Blaise only shrugged, casual as usual.
“Heat of the moment... Happens.”
“Yeah, I know” Draco muttered, but his eyes locked on you again, laughing with your friends.
“Still… I’d have loved to get my head between her legs. Can’t stop picturing how she’d look being eaten out. And Merlin, I can’t wait to see her on her knees...”
Blaise shook his head, grinning.
“You know what gets me?” Draco went on, unable to shut up about you.
“She pretends she hates me, but she was the one moaning into my mouth. All that attitude…gone.” He gave a short laugh, shaking his head.
“Drives me mental.”
Blaise cut him a side glance, smirking.
“That’s textbook Gryffindor. They always act like saints until they don’t…or maybe your cock made her change her mind ”
Draco didn’t hold a laugh, dragging the last streaks of potato onto his spoon.
“I guess she needed a bit of a special treatm…” then he stopped narrowing his eyes.
“What the fuck does Finnigan think he’s doing?” Draco snapped, as Seamus Finnigan dropped into the seat beside you.
Blaise snorted.
“Talking to her, apparently. Don’t explode, mate.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed, watching Finnigan lean in a little too comfortably.
“Yeah, no chance he’s sitting that close to my girl.”
Blaise finally set down his fork.
“Your girl? Didn’t realize you two were official.”
“We’re not. But that doesn’t mean she can fuck around, does it?”
Blaise smirked into his goblet.
“Maybe he’s asking her about you.”
That made Draco flick his gaze toward him, suspicious.
“Plenty of people saw what went down in Hogsmeade yesterday night” Blaise went on, unbothered.
“You think word isn’t spreading? He could just be fishing for details.”
Draco mulled that over, the tight line of his mouth easing into a hum.
“Yeah… possibly. Still too close, though.”
He shifted his gaze back to you, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Maybe I should help him out. Go over there and give the whole table the full story.”
For a moment, he stayed put, chewing slowly, almost convincing himself to let it slide.
Then you split a muffin clean in half, slid one piece across to Finnigan, and watched him take a bite.
His lips curled in disgust.
“Yeah, not a fuckin’ chance” he muttered under his breath.
He dabbed at his mouth with a napkin, then shoved his chair back and stood in one fluid motion.
Blaise sighed, half amused, half resigned.
“Here we go.”
When he reached the Gryffindor table, he just stopped behind you and Finnigan, his shadow spilling over you both.
“Afternoon” he drawled
His gaze swept the two of you, lingering on Finnigan.
“So, what’s it going to be? You two enjoying the gossip, or should I save you the trouble and give you the uncut version?”
Lavender nearly choked on her pumpkin juice and Seamus blinked, caught somewhere between confused and offended.
“Merlin’s sake, Malfoy, what are you rambling about this time? What story?”
“We were talking about weather charms, Malfoy” you chimed in, tone flat and bored.
“Why don’t you go back to your table and tell whatever story you want to your idiot friend?”
Draco smirked, irritation flickering in his eyes.
“Oh, but I imagine plenty of people at this table would find it fascinating. Don’t you agree, love?” He tilted your chin with two fingers, but even as you allowed it, your wand was already leveled under the table, aimed straight at him.
Noticing, he pressed a hand to his heart in mock agony.
“Oh, you wound me.”
“That’s the plan, love” you shot back.
“Careful now” he murmured, smirk curling.
“Wouldn’t want a repeat of the library incident.”
Seamus frowned, utterly lost.
“What the hell is he on about?”
You shoved your wand harder into Draco’s ribs, unimpressed.
“Leave.”
“Lower that down…” Lavender whispered, leaning in close
“Snape is watching you…”
Snape’s stare caught you from the professors’ table, cold and unwavering. Reluctantly, you put your wand away.
“Well, we wouldn’t want Professor Snape to take points off my favorite girl, would we?”
“Then fucking leave, Malfoy. You’re not welcome here!”
“I wasn’t speaking to you, Finnigan. Miss Attitude and I need a word.”
“About what, exactly?” you asked, daring him to slip and his smirk only sharpened.
“Oh, I don’t know… weather charms sounds like a fine subject. There’s a book in the library that can whip up storms, made quite a scene this morning when it sent half the shelf crashing down.”
Your lips pressed into a thin line, the allusion hitting its mark.
“Well I’m eating, now ” you said flatly, stabbing your fork into your plate.
“You can wait until I’ve finished.”
“Then I’ll wait here” he snapped, and before you could stop him, he dropped down shamelessly between you and Finnigan.
“The hell you are!” Seamus barked, shoving hard at his shoulder.
“Shut it, Finnigan. This is none of your business! ”
You tried to play it cool, lips pressed tight but the air around you was thick with tension.
Potter and Weasley, a few seats down, were already leaning forward, trading glances with Finnigan like they were just waiting for his signal to jump Malfoy.
On the other side of the table, whispers had broken out.
You caught Colin's wide eyes and even Granger’s audible sigh of irritation as she muttered something about immaturity under her breath.
“Fine” you snapped at last, slamming your fork down.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re insufferable” you muttered, pushing up from your seat.
The moment you cleared the doors of the Great Hall, you rounded on him.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“My problem” Draco shot back instantly, stalking at your side
“...is that you said we’d do it again.”
“Seriously? That is your problem?” you snapped, incredulous.
“You said it!” His voice pitched higher, like a child denied sweets.
You groaned, throwing your hands up.
“I meant eventually, Malfoy, not three fucking hours later! What, you thought it was a three meals arrangement?”
“...You said it!”
“Merlin’s sake!” you huffed dramatically.
“If a single sentence ties me to some unspoken contract where you crash at my table, then consider that contract broken”
Draco cut in front of you, grey eyes sharp furious.
“Oh don’t act so outraged, Gryffindor! You are the one in the wrong here! You were moaning under me hours ago, and now you’re practically flirting at the Gryffindor table.”
“I wasn’t flirting, Seamus is a friend!”
Draco scoffed.
“You really are naïve, aren't you! Half the castle’s thinking about fucking you and you call it “friendship” and share bloody muffins.”
You groaned, exasperated, and shoved open the first door you found, luckily finding the room empty.
“This was a bad idea… a very stupid, drunk idea. It should’ve never happened.”
Something snapped in Draco’s head.
No chance in hell you were ending this now...not when it had barely begun!
So he sighed theatrically, let his body slacken, and slipped into the one talent he trusted most…
Lying.
“Listen” he said, jaw tight. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
You stopped in your tracks, pivoting on him with a glare.
Draco dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling hard.
“I’m jealous, alright? One second I’m telling Blaise how I can’t stop thinking about you, and the next I see you handing muffins to Finnigan like it’s nothing. It pissed me off.”
He thought he’d sold it perfectly.
But then your brow arched.
“So that’s what you were doing? Giving Zabini a full play-by-play of how you fucked me in the library?”
Draco held your gaze for a beat before his mouth curved into a grin, shameless and knowing.
“Well, I did fuck you in the library, didn't I?”
Shock flickered across your face, your mouth parting with the start of a yell, but what came instead was an annoyed smirk.
“Well in that case, maybe I can tell you what you did wrong , since you’re so desperate for feedback”
Draco’s smile faltered, irritation flashing in his eyes. “You loved every second of it, Gryffindor. Spare us both the charade.”
“Could be…” you reluctantly allowed, crossing your arms.
“But that doesn’t mean it can’t be improved.”
The air shifted at once.
You caught it in his eyes, annoyance replaced by a flood of filthy thoughts, excitement sparking at thought of another round…purely for educational purposes...
He tilted his head, grin sharp.
“Go on, educate me.”
You froze.
That sentence had slipped out without much thought and now you couldn’t think of a single thing to follow it with.
Draco’s smirk widened at your silence, his lip caught between his teeth. “What’s the matter, love? Cat got your tongue?”
Fuck, had his eyes always been that grey? That sharp?
The way they pinned you knotted your stomach, pressed your thighs tight, dragging back the library in your mind, only rougher, better, the way you’d been craving it all morning.
Draco’s eyes narrowed, reading every flicker across your face.
“Merlin… you’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you?” he drawled.
“Why…” you said with an amused smile, gaze flicking to his lips.
“...you are not?”
His smirk curved sharper as he stepped in, crowding your space until your back hit the edge of the desk.
“Thinkind about what? About ruining you?” he murmured
“...been on my mind daily for years, really.”
You laughed slightly at his honesty, soft lips baring your vampiresque teeth for a second as his lips got closer.
Then your mind went deliciously blank, a deep ache pulling low in your stomach as you leaned in, closing the distance for a kiss.
Slow, brief, and anything, ANYTHING, but innocent.
The second your tongue grazed his lips, he broke.
His body surged forward like he’d been starving, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.
“You want to hear one of my poems?” you whispered, pulling back just enough to tease and he smirked, eyes raking over you like he could strip you bare with his gaze alone.
“Please” he drawled, thumb brushing eagerly the hem of your jumper., like he couldn't wait to get under it.
You smirked.
“They say Slytherins can talk their way into anything. Wonder what else those tongues are good for.”
Draco’s tongue swept across his teeth, his gaze unfocused for a heartbeat, like he was caught somewhere between hunger and control.
Then, he slid his wand free and whispered a casual “Muffliato.”
The hum of magic filled the classroom, the air thickening as the lock clicked shut.
Silence, heavy and absolute, fell around you.
“Charming. ” he drawled, fingers already tracing higher up your thigh,
“Let’s see what I can do… and this time,” his eyes flicked to the door
"...you can be as loud as you want, darling”
The next instant his mouth crashed onto yours. Rough.
Before you could blink, he had you lifted onto the desk, skirt hiked up and panties dragged down to mid-thigh.
You knew you shouldn't have goaded him.
But it felt so good to see that arrogant smile slip off his face, replaced by a look of pure hunger.
“Wait…” The word barely left your lips before dying the instant his tongue found you.
Then he devoured you.
Breath caught in your throat, as you bit down hard on the moan clawing up your throat.
Your elbows buckled, collapsing onto the desk that was far too fucking small to hold you, to let you stretch, to let even think about gettin comfortable.
Which became a real problem when your body started to shake, not even ten seconds in.
“Fuck…” you whimpered, hips rolling helplessly to meet his mouth.
Draco’s hands clamped tighter on your hips, possessive, determined to show you exactly what you’d been missing, strutting around as the high-and-mighty Gryffindor you clearly were not!
Every time your eyes flicked down, you caught the hunger burning in his gaze, like you were his favorite show and he wasn’t about to look away.
You tried to hold composure, but it shattered fast,as his lips sealed tight around your entrance, sucking hard at the sensitive flesh until your thighs clenched around him.
And when his mouth closed over your clit, sucking rough and merciless, you saw stars.
A groan ripped from your throat before you could stop it, nails clawing harshly into the desk.
If only you’d kept quiet …oh , god!
If only you had an ounce more composure, just a little bit…
If only you weren’t such a perv, if you could be something cleaner, softer, more of a fucking romantic or… … fuck!
You cried out.
Your body spasmed, instinctively jerking back until you nearly slipped off the desk like a fool.
But Draco’s hands kept you in place, dragging you forward in one violent pull until you were seated flush at his edge of the table.
Before you could catch your breath, his fingers were on your face, gripping your cheeks hard enough to leave bruises as he leaned in close.
“Going somewhere, love?” he drawled,, thumb brushing over your lower lip hard enough to make you gasp.
You tried to muster a retort, lips parting, but you didn’t get further than that before his mouth crashed against yours, swallowing the word in a kiss so bruising it stole your breath.
In one swift motion, he spun you around, your palms catching against the wood for balance.
“Wouldn’t want you falling and hurting yourself” he whispered against your ear, breath hot, hands already roaming under your skirt.
“Not when I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
You felt his hand slid possessively between your legs, and you caught his wrist with the last spark of defiance you had left.
“That's not what I asked for, Malfoy” you panted, hips shifting against his hand anyway.
“But when do you ever listen?”
He laughed, almost tenderly, his fingers finding you slick, making you realize how fucking wet you were.
“Oh, trust me, love, you won’t be complaining” he whispered, lips grazing your ear.
And the moment his fingers pushed inside you, curling just right, you knew he was right.
Whatever protest had been on your tongue dissolved into a shudder, your body giving him the answer your mouth refused.
You cried out, hips bucking shamelessly as Draco's fingers drove into you.
His palm ground against your clit, stoking the flames of your arousal higher.
You could feel his fingers sliding inside you, the rasp of his breath hot against your neck, the thick press of his cock grinding into your backside.
Your grip on his wrist tightened, nails digging into his skin as you sought more. Just.
Fucking.
More.
“Oh my god, Draco…” the words tore out of you before you could stop them.
The instant sound of his name on your lips wrecked him.
A guttural groan escaped his throat, raw and loud, like the very syllables had undone him.
It’s plan to make you come apart on his fingers like a puppet, completely went to pieces in that moment, replaced by the brutal, consuming urge to just bend you over that dusty desk and fuck you senseless.
“Fuck…” he groaned, rough and ragged.
You had barely two seconds to hear him unbutton his trousers before he gripped your hips roughly, shoving you forward over the desk.
Your skirt bunched high around your waist, your cunt already slick and waiting when he drove into you with a single brutal thrust. The force knocked the breath from your lungs, his cock burying deep inside as a hiss tore from his throat.
You cried out, nails raking across the wood of the desk as you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with desperate bucks of your hips.
The desk screeched across the floor under the force of his movements, your mind unraveling.
How can he be this fucking good? How does his cock fit so fucking perfectly?
But then you reminded yourself, this was purely for educational purposes . Purely.
“Pull my hair…” you barely managed to gasp, the words breaking apart, and you hadn’t even finished before his hand tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, sharp and merciless.
Your body shudders under the assault, every nerve alive with the raw intensity.
"...fuck...just like that..please." you babbled, the desk creaked beneath you, rocking with each powerful thrust.
In a moment is fist twisted in your hair, yanking you upright until your back slammed against his chest.
One hand slipped under your jumper. Rough, possessive, he cupped your breast beneath your bra, your warm skin searing against his palm.
A shiver racing through you when the cold metal of his ring grazed your nipple while the other hand slid mercilessly down to your clit, circling with ruthless precision.
That was it, enough to wreck you completely.
Your body clung desperately to his hands, legs giving out as release tore through you, hot liquid spilling down your thighs while you shook violently in his grip.
Draco caught himself on the desk with one hand, the other locking you hard against his chest, because without him, you would have crumpled straight to the floor.
He pressed his lips to the curve of your jaw, voice low and wrecked. “Fuck, you’re perfect when you break like this.”
The words hit almost as hard as his thrusts, softened only by the sweet press of his lips against your cheek before he guided you carefully down to the floor.
You layed there, still annoyingly shaking, your body aching in more than one place as you tried to catch your breath.
After a moment, you turned to him, watching him tug his trousers back into place with maddening composure.
“You didn’t come?” you murmured, voice still hoarse, half-accusation, half-genuine disbelief.
“No…” He only murmured, no trace of displeasure in his voice. “But don’t worry…you’ll make me come tonight.”
Your head snapped up.
“I…what?” you sputtered, yanking your jumper back down over your stomach.
“You’ve lost your bloody mind!”
“Three-course meal” he reminded you buttoning his cuffs with irritating calm.
“That’s what you promised.”
“I did not!” you shot back.
“I said the exact fucking opposite, Malfoy. Take that ridiculous idea out of your…”
You tried to push yourself upright, but your legs gave out instantly, and you collapsed back onto the floor with a frustrated huff.
“Need a hand? Or maybe a visit to the hospital wing?” Draco taunted, voice dripping with smug amusement.
“Please, Malfoy, let’s not overestimate yourself” you shot back, venom lacing every word as you crawled toward your knickers by the desk.
But before you could reach them, he snatched them up in one smooth motion.
“Temper, temper, Gryffindor” he said smoothly, twirling the fabric around his finger like a prize.
“You really should be nicer to me. After all, you owe me the best orgasm of your life ”
You instinctively rolled your eyes to the ceiling
“That’s debatable.” you murmured.
You turned toward the door, but his hand caught your arm, surprisingly soft.
“You know you do that when you come?” he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
You blinked.
“Beg your pardon?”
He leaned in, voice low, smug and lethal all at once. “You roll your eyes when you come. Drives me insane.
So here’s the deal, next time I catch it, I won’t even try to stay away from you. And given how often you do it, I’ll be back inside you before the last candle burns.”
You stared at him, one brow arched, holding his gaze for a long, loaded beat. Then your hand cracked across his cheek, sharp and unapologetic.
“You’re absolutely deranged.”
Without another word, you turned on your heel and strode for the door, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a backward glance.
Draco’s hand rose slowly to his cheek, fingers brushing the sting.
“Now, that wasn’t deserved.”
SNIPPET RELATED TO THIS STORY:
Library ✶ Tongues ✶ Skirts
PART 1
PART 2
PART 3 you are reading it 💕
PART 4
PART 5
Masterlist
