Everlasting 2 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

With the Villain

"Hello, father!"

Snape slowly looked up from his desk, his usual grimace in place. He sighed already noticing that you were walking in with Draco, as he placed his quill down and sat back in his chair, staring at the two of you intently. "What do you want?" He asked.

"We have come to sit with you, since we love you so much!" You beamed, taking a seat at one of the desks before his own as you placed your work down from Transfiguration. Snape was not at all amused, and he watched Draco take a seat beside you, also placing his own work down before himself.

"We actually got kicked out," Draco added with a sigh, straightening his robes out as he sat.

"For?"

"He keeps flirting with me," you said.

"How can I resist when she's got such a fine ass?"

"Malfoy." Snape snapped, glowering his eyes intently on Draco. Draco's smug grin was immediately wiped off his face when he saw the fury within Snape's eyes, and he cleared his throat and turned away.

"Yeah, watch it, I have Snape." You grinned humorously. "You know, in bed is the only place you can disrespect me."

"Disrespect you?" Draco asked. "Oh, you mean like - "

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Why must you talk about this when I am here?" Snape asked, squinted his eyes in pain. "It's almost like ... you do it on purpose to torture me."

"The same way [F/n] likes to be tortured in bed."

"I - "

"Get out of my classroom."

You could not help but burst into a fit of laughter as you relaxed in your chair, lifting your legs and resting them on Draco's lap as he sat beside you. He also laughed lightly, the smug grin on his face again, as he instinctively, without thinking, began to massage your legs.

"He's just joking, of course," you added.

"Really? I've tied you up, choked you, pulled your - "

"He's joking," you quickly said again with nervous laughter, covering his mouth, as Snape stared at him with the most venomous stare. "I would never do such a thing."

"She's sucked on my fingers," he said through your hand, causing his words to be slightly muffled. You cried out, pulling your hand away as you realised it was no use. He was left to laugh victoriously. "And likes to get her head pushed when she's on her knees."

"Silencio," Snape said with a flick of his wand, and that was the end of Draco's voice.

Draco panicked, staring at Draco with fury burning in his eyes as he opened his mouth and attempted to speak, yet no voice came out and thus no sound was produced. No matter how hard Draco tried, he could move his mouth as he pleased but he was rid of his voice.

"Wow," you grinned, "I like this." Draco's eyes sharpened as he turned to you, his lips curled inwards. He mouthed 'fuck off', giving you the ease to turn your ear to him and humorously continue, "huh? What was that? I can't hear you?"

Snape, though his eyes were now on his paper work, could not help but laugh lightly and snicker as he heard you bullying Draco. Draco was not pleased at all at his inability to speak. Thus, he raised his hand and slapped it down onto your thigh roughly and under the table. He'd lifted your skirt high enough to hit the skin, and as your eyes darted at him, he smirked in the final moment before rubbing the inside of your thigh sensually, taking his time with feeling every inch of your skin as he trailed it upwards.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, don't you dare," you whispered, grabbing his wrist and glaring at him.

Though he could not speak, he raised his eyebrow and turned his ear to you, as though he was the one who could not hear you. This mocking expression of his caused a smile to raise itself on your lips as you repressed a laugh, holding back with all your might to appear serious.

"Not here." You cried out, whispering, only inspiring his to raise his hand further until his fingers had reached a very ... well ... sensitive spot, shall we call it. Yes ... yes! It was fortunate enough that your underwear was fixed in place, for you quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from yourself, from under your skirt, and threw it back at him. But he, a proud Slytherin, was not finished. As he slithered his hand under your skirt again, you grabbed his wrist again before whispering, "I'll never cum in a public place for you again."

Draco looked at you in a challenging manner, questioning your audacity. As his hand rose again and reached your underwear, you gasped loudly, causing Snape to dart his eyes upwards, and causing Draco to bring his hand back to himself as though nothing had ever happened.

"Will you behave?" Snape asked Draco as an offer to give him his voice back. Draco nodded enthusiastically, causing Snape to sigh and flick his wand again.

You shook your head disapprovingly at Draco (though a light smile upon your lips), as he smirked victoriously before bringing himself closer to your face and softly kissing the side of your jaw as he continued to massage your legs. The kiss he left on your jaw was so soft that, in fact, it scarcely left a noise, but it gave him the opportunity to kiss your jaw further down quietly, without catching Snape's attention. Draco thus proceeded to whisper out when against your ear, "never cum in a public place for me again? Want to bet?"

"No." You breathed out, gritting your teeth tightly. "No, no, I do not want to bet."

"Why not?"

"Because I'll lose."

"Exactly," he smirked, kissing your jaw again. When he finally sat back up in his seat, he continued speaking in his normal voice, "do you remember that time we were in the bath when we were trying to find the clue for the second task?"

"Oh, yeah. Don't remind me ... I was with Cedric ... God, I still feel so horrible about that."

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. Anyway, do you remember when I said ... Diggory boy isn't right for you because he's all kiss ... cuddle and love ... but you're ... "

"All fight, hate, fuck," you completed for him, nodding with a smile as you recalled it. "Yes, I remember it all so very vividly, my darling Draco."

"I was right, huh? I'm basically a prophet. I wonder on how many more surfaces I can fuck you."

"Right," Snape began, lifting his wand again.

"No, no! I'll be quiet," Draco cried out.

You laughed at this, as Snape flashed Draco one last challenging look before he set his wand down again and continued writing. You and Draco looked at each other momentarily, bathing in the humour within each other's eyes, before turning to Snape and continuing to watch him do his work. He could feel your eyes on him, and he finally looked up. "Shouldn't you be doing work?"

"I can't focus today. I am so very tired."

"Don't think that just because we spent New Years together that you can get away with not doing work with me."

"Yes, father," you said with a grin. The scrunched cheeks set him a couple years back again as he stared at you, before sighing and softening his gaze.

"Alright," he mumbled, "but get it done sooner or later."

"Of course, father."

Snape shook his head at you, before glaring at Draco, and then returning to his own work. Draco was left to turn to you with his disapproving look at your ability to have Snape wrapped around your finger just by existing, and he shook his head at you. You smiled lightly before pulling Draco closer to yourself and planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"Hey so," you began, "since the two of you are supposed to be official Voldemort followers, aren't you both technically my enemy?"

"Yes." Draco said. "Nothing quite like sleeping with the enemy."

"I've fallen in love with the villain."