Whenever she got sad, there was 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.
And on the other hand, whenever he got sad, there was 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.
Until they discovered something that only required both of them in the same room -- nothing else.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 �...
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𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐄 𝐈 𝐆 𝐇 𝐓 warning: profanities, sexual content, mentions of drugs ahead.
C L E M E N T I A
"Fuck," I breathed out helplessly, my back arching from the sudden surge of pleasure.
At that moment, I knew I made the right decision of asking him to meet me—because Cedric hasn't crossed my mind once since his fingertips found my skin.
"Muffliato." Draco's lips parted from my skin, casting a silencing spell before setting his wand down on a nearby table.
His eyes scanned my body seductively; my sweater shriveled above my heaving chest—coat already tossed to the ground.
Moments ago I found myself pressed aggressively against the door by two strong hands as soon as I entered the room of requirement, where I asked him to meet me. Before I could utter a word, he closed the distance between us.
"Miss me, slut?" He purred in my ear, his lips softly nibbling at my earlobe. My eyes shut as I felt his hands make their way to my waist, pulling me closer to him. "Tell me,"
A strong scent of mint and expensive perfume swarmed inside my nose with every unsteady breath I took, slowly ascending to my head and clouding my senses—as if I inhaled a drug that made me lose control of my body in a very addicting way.
What an addicting way to rid my head of problems indeed.
"What can I do for you?" He pulled away and faced me, lifting my chin with his long, ringed fingers. His grey eyes stared deeply into mine, as I silently prayed he couldn't hear my teetering breaths.
"I bet that Diggory can't make you feel the way I make you feel, huh?"
The bubbling feeling inside my stomach proved that his statement was correct.
"Am I right?" He continued, not breaking the eye contact.
"Answer me, you whore." He grabbed my neck as I failed to look for an answer, the aggression evident in his voice.
I nodded slowly, earning a triumphant smirk from him. Whether he was right or wrong didn't matter, not now.
"Fuck me, now." I mumbled, shaking underneath his touch.
He stepped away, removing his hand from my neck and the other from my waist.
"Beg."
A lump formed in my throat.
"Do I have to?" My pride took over for a moment.
"Yeah," He moved a bit closer, but still far enough not to make physical contact with me. "Beg for my cock or leave."
