Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

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        I laid there awake on my bed, with Draco right next to me.

To be honest, I have no idea what just happened. He cried to me. Like actually sobbing. He kept muttering things about 'he will know' ,  'I can't lose anyone' , and 'the dark lord'. All of them scared me half to death.

"Are you awake?" He whispers.

"Yes."

"I should go," he sits up, but I grab him.

"Please don't."

He lays back down. Scooting away from me, I grab his hand keeping him where he was at.

"Please stop hiding from me, Draco." The words slipped from my tongue, and he stares at me blankly.  "You don't have to hide. Please stop." I repeat.

"I can't lay here in the dark." He pushes hair away my face.

"I have a deck of cards?" I open a drawer and grab it. He turns the lights on with his wand, quickly. I swallow and start shuffling.

"What game." He stares.

"It's called war, it's a mug-" I start saying before he cuts me off.

"Don't say muggle. Then I won't play."

"Fine."

We start playing, and he ends up beating me twice; with me winning once.

"Dang, L/n I thought you would be good." He scrunches up his face, making me smile.

"Ok, mr. 'I don't do anything muggle related things'. Kinda suspicious you were so good." I smile, eyeing him. I untangle my hair, slightly pulling.

"I just have a knack for being good at stuff." He smirks.

"Very smooth. 10/10 line. Winner is.... Draco Malfoy for most smooth." I cross my arms at him.

"So... what do I win?" He scoots closer to me.

I slap my face. "Draco, hunny, no. You win. Nothing."

"Oh whatever. You're nothing but a quick fuck anyways." He turns, making my smile drop.

"Wha-" I start, but he grabs my face.

"I swear to merlin. It was a joke."

"Jokes are supposed to be funn-" he cuts me off again.

"Please. Don't take anything I say personally." He rolls on his back.

His eyes don't look as mean as they usually do, anymore. They are softer, they aren't hiding.

"I think I like you Malfoy. Like actually." I cover my mouth. His eyes shift.

He doesn't lift his head to look at me. "No you don't."

I swallow, "I think I like you a lot." The feeling of crying once again creeps up my throat.

"Listen to me," he sits up grabbing both of my wrists, "You don't." His eyes were dark again.

I kiss him, softly. I don't understand why he doesn't believe me. Its why I don't stop thinking about him. Its why everything I do now has something to do with him, for his attention. For anything.

He pulls apart, the expression on his face confuses me. Draco holds my face before deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

Slowly I rub his black dress pants, he breathing shortens into my mouth. I pull apart.

"Let me do this for you." I beg quietly, "Please?"

His eyes stare into mine filled with no intel to his thoughts and he nods his head.