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Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: When a Valentine’s Day goes wrong but right at the same time.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: language, undertones of sex hehe, and graphics! Loads of graphics (only kissing tho so that’s PG-13)

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"...that arse."

"So let me get this straight," said Draco with whom you were speaking on the phone. Well, not speaking really; most of your words consisted plainly of a maudlin wail, while Draco made a putative attempt of comprehending you. Yet still, he was too forbearing to tell you that, and you, on the other hand, were far too shaken for that realization. "He left you a mere post-it on a rose. In front of your house. Saying that 'he's not ready for that kind of commitment'."

"Yes! On a fuckin' Valentine's Day," you added, feeling utterly contemptible about the fact that you were crying yourself into a pillow over a guy who could give less than an eye bat for you. Rather lamentably, your body was overreacting as well, a bizarre fist-sized lump forming in your throat and the chest heaving. "I could only wonder why I come across such guys. Is it bad luck? Or maybe there's something wrong-"

"There's nothing wrong with you," Draco butted in, preventing you from careening into a self-driven criticism. His tone was low and collected but, at the same time, you could make out a hint of pique. He hated when you bad-mouthed yourself in his presence, and you were keenly aware of that. "It's just that you are oblivious to what's in front of you."

"What do you mean?"

A sigh escaped from a speakerphone, and you could imagine that he shook his head upon your question. "Nevermind."

You waited a few jiffs for him to elaborate, but he remained silent. "All I mean is that I'd like to have a normal relationship - go on romantic dates, kiss, feed each other cheese. Like you and Pansy."

"You think that's what we do? Feed each other cheese?" You could basically feel his smirk next to your ear, and his voice was permeated with mockery. On a mental note, you appended to smack him the next time you two meet.

"Well, don't you?"

He made a skeptical sound, followed by a grunting one. "We ended things a couple of days ago."

Strangely, your heart made a couple of spins in your chest and relished the information with latent satisfaction. Or was it satisfaction? You weren't sure about that fact as much as for the startling reaction your body had decided to evince upon hearing his words.

One thing you were sure about, however, was that for a moment you were too dumbfounded to respond to that with a wholesome uplift of compassion.

Seemingly detecting your hesitance, he carried on. "It's nothing, really. We both decided that it'd be probably for the best if we, you know, split up. It wasn't going anywhere, and we thought to just stay friends."

"Oh..." was the only thing that managed to leak out of your mouth.

Say something! Anything! He was so understanding about your breakups, and the best compensation you can give him is a fucking 'oh'?

"Are you ok-"

"Yes!" you said quickly, hoping that it didn't sound as desperate as it did in your head. "I mean, I'm just so sorry about Pansy, Draco. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not really." Another sigh tumbled from his lips, but it didn't appear eggy as you had expected it to be. Rather jaded.

A profound silence ensued between the two of you, and you pondered whether the upraised topic had made Draco feel reticent. You had known each other for longer than the depths of your memory could reach, but maybe it was too distressing, too fresh to talk that over.

Maybe he would open up about that one day. At least, you hoped so.

"Listen, I have to go for a moment. I'll talk to you soon, yeah?" he said after what seemed to be a brief rumination.

"Sure."

And with that, there was a click, and he was gone.

For quite a period, you just laid in the exact spot, staring at a weird, circular dot on the ceiling, thoroughly immersed in thoughts. With a painful admission, you had to say that Draco and Pansy seemed to make a perfect, consummate duo. Happily. Torridly.

But they have parted too. Why?

Perhaps a whole concept of a romantic relationship was just shitty. A shitty, shitty business.

You decided to stick to that assumption as you rolled over on your tummy and pulled out a 'Weekly Witch' magazine before flipping over the pages with a particular lethargy.

A quarter later, a knock came on the front door and, warily, you wondered who would find the worst of moments to bother you during your mid-breakdown stage.

You soon were faced with the answer when the door swung ajar, and no other than Draco Malfoy was standing on the front porch.

In the freaking tube socks, to top it all. And he looked singularly hot in them.

No one is supposed to look that hot in the tube socks.

Heck.

"Surprise!" he said, simultaneously raising a plastic bag that he was soundly clutching in his hand. A wide beam was spreading on his face.

"Draco, what are you doing here?" you asked, oscillating, although there was a certain cheerfulness raising in your chest. After a quick reflection, your gaze wandered over to the plastic bag. "And what's that?"

"Cheese." He dismissed your first question and, instead, opened the bag a little wider so you could see its contents.

Indeed, cheese. Two big-ass blocks of cheese.

At once, an amused smile washed over your features. You felt an odd urge to just sit on the floor and laugh at the whole weirdness of the situation.

Stepping aside from a doorway, you silently let Draco into a house. Tacitly, you took over the bag, which he passed on with a knowing grin, and while he settled himself on the countertop, you started cubing the cheese.

"Thank you for coming," you said finally, and in the peripherals, you could make out that he was staring the entire time. For a second, you ceased the cutting and gave him a once-over with a coy smile. "I don't know what I would have done without you." You paused for a moment but then remembered. "And, you know, your cheese."

He grinned. "My pleasure."

You sent him a thankful smile. Reaching to the top shelf, you attempted to get a grasp of a plate but only met with a great disappointment against your height. And as you were about to give up and go to fetch a chair, Draco's voice rang up again:

"Need some help?"

Without waiting for an answer, he moved so that he was towering over you from the back, his lissom fingers grabbing a plate with exceptional grace. You turned, inanely, towards him, your faces mere centimeters apart from each other. Your breath hitched at once; you weren't actually aware of the proximity that the two of you shared.

From here you could make out the scent of his cologne - pleasant sandalwood with a whisper of citrus. It suddenly felt intoxicating.

It wasn't like the two of you hadn't hugged before; indeed, you had. Plenty of times actually, losing hours of slumber on cuddling and late-night talking.

This time, however, it felt a tad different. Maybe because it was so unexpected, so unforeseen. Or maybe it happened right on Valentine's day and, subconsciously, the two of you were painfully mindful of that.

Either way, your position caught you by a great surprise, and not really sure of what to do, you gaped into his simmering eyes that traced circles on your face. You could swear your heart did a double backflip, and at that very moment, and your stomach imbued with butterflies that flittered rather fervidly whereas your mouth went dry.

And when Draco's eyes fell onto your lips, for a millisecond (but still), not quite able to resist a charm, you yanked him by the collar of his shirt to pull him down to kiss senselessly. For a moment, you were scared that he would push away, blatantly judging your mistake with a scathing sneer.

But none of that happened as he was desperately returning the kiss, his arms wrapping around you tightly, and his body aligning with yours. His fingers pressed into your back, inducing a surprised gasp from you and allowing him to kiss you deeper, his tongue slinking into your mouth and battling for dominance.

You gave in. His hair. His face. His jaw. You couldn't get enough of the touch of his skin, and your fingers were everywhere, every fiber of your body set ablaze. Your heart was pounding like a drum against your ribcage, and you were almost positive that so was Draco's because your fingers momentarily traveled to his chest, and you could detect an abnormal judder.

Draco released something resembling a groan - you weren't sure - when your fingers started tugging on the end of his strands and then gliding in line with his jawline. His large hands were cupping your face, possessively, pinning you between him and the shelves. He ducked his head, nibbling your earlobe, painstakingly kissing you down your neck. You stilled, and when he reached your clavicle, you threw your head back.

It happened so quickly when he grabbed you and lifted you off the floor, that an audible gasp escaped your mouth.

"Should we move that upstairs?" he asked then, grinning. His cheeks were flushed, his sliver orbs almost gone and replaced by dilated pupils, the connotation of lust in them.

You smiled. Even if you wanted to turn the offer down, it wouldn't have been achievable with him looking like that.

"Of course."

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Much later, after an indeterminable amount of time, you rolled off Draco after a number four, and for a long while you both just laid there, attempting to catch your breaths and return to your senses. Adrenaline and exhilaration were coursing through your veins.

There's an irresistible smile on your face as Draco drew his arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer, and you laid your head on his bare chest with a small sigh. His fingers were drawing smooth circles on your exposed skin.

"No more," you warned with a light chuckle when you finally found your voice. "I can't feel my legs. Four times's absolutely enough."

He began to laugh. "For the first time," he adds, affectionately squeezing your arm.

For the first time...

Heretofore, you hadn't thought of that, really. Your heart jolted suddenly, and you jutted out your chin so that you could get a better sight of him. His eyes were already flickering on your face.

"Draco..." you started. "Do you think it was worth it? I mean..."

With your hand, you gestured the rest of the crumpled bed where your bodies were dangerously tangled in one another.

"Definitely." He raised his eyebrows, grinning widely.

You lowered your gaze and sighed. "All I mean is that I don't want to...you know, lose you."

His hand traveled over to your chin, his index finger lifting your head up so that you were forced to look him straight in the eyes. Then, he planted a chaste kiss on your nose. "And you're not going to," he said. "Y/N, if I haven't made this lucid, I want us to be... something more." He paused. "And don't be scared. We've always been close. We've always spent a lot of time together. So this wouldn't change anything. Besides that." He teasingly did your previous hand gesture, motioning at your naked bodies. Rolling your eyes, you slapped him on the arm. "Which would only widely enhance our life expectancy and, you know, mood. So I have no reason to complain."

Giggles erupted from your mouth, and Draco grinned at that but then continued a bit more earnestly. "And one more thing, of course, is that I'll tell you how much I love and adore you. Every single day. But that's all and otherwise, we can just go on as we always have."

"Sounds good to me," you said, snuggling under his chin with a satisfied smile.

And so Valentine's disaster turned into something exceptionally different for you. Something with a new beginning.

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