Our Addiction || Draco Malfoy x Reader

just using her

Wind annoyingly blows through my hair, tangling in a frizzy mess.

"Harry, can we please go now?" I quietly plead. The ground is cold, making my bare legs almost freezing half to death. Harry and I sit under supposedly, Draco's tree, making me anxious.

I cling to my parchment and books as he knowingly nods.

"Fineee, you're whiny you know that?" He laughs sarcastically helping me up with one hand, before I notice he held on for a tad few more milliseconds than he should, he lets go and rolls his eyes.

"No, I'm just cold." My flowy short skirt almost blows up, until I catch it quickly holding on tight. Harry glances down, but up immediately as red flushes over his face.

"Maybe because you decided to wear a skirt, stupid."

"It's not winter yet, I should be able to skirts without dying of hyperthermia." I shake my head, almost talking to myself as Harry goes quiet.

I'm suddenly fall as he pushes me hard. Landing with him on top of me. My breath hitches, not expecting as he is, leveled pushing onto me.  His mind is clearly elsewhere, and I mentally slap myself.

"What the fuck was that..." He says slowly, before blushing as he lowers his head down to me. He helps me up once again, but he doesn't focus on me for long.

"And you did that for what." I try to contain the nervous laughter that taunts from escaping my mouth.

He furrows his brows, "I saw Malfoy."

My eyes widen with horror, completely utterly frozen. Imagining him somehow finding out about us, until he adds, "Lucius Malfoy, in the halls sneaking around. I saw him."

I realize as he was rubbing him scar unknowingly he actually saw him. What is Draco's dad doing at Hogwarts? I nervously collect my things off the ground as we both mutter goodbyes.

Harry was mind was focusing on why he saw Lucius, if Voldemort can't be here. Not if he's scared at they say he is of Dumbledore.

My mind was focusing on figuring out why he was here in the first place. His dad. Why would his dad be here in the middle of the school year?

I don't doubt Harry, with what he sees. Its been way to long to start doubting him now, but Lucius isn't Voldemort. He's also not supposed to be here, at least I think so.

Why would Dumbledore have someone who he is questioning as a fucking death eater here?

Draco pov:

Nervously I tug at my black suit bottom, waiting for him.

Its been 2 months and I'm definitely not as close to finishing as he wants me too. The cabinet has been repaired, not even half way.

I don't understand why he couldn't just apparent to my room, instead of making his way through the halls.

Bloody dramatic I say. Always needing any attention. I walk over to be bed, hitting my foot on the way.

"Oh FUCK," I yelp, until a loud door closes in my room.

"Bloody merlin, can you act like a proper pure blood for once... so dramatic." Father spits at me, observing my room.

"Lucius-" I start, before he eyes me deadly.

"It's father. Don't go cold on me all of a sudden. I raised to be a strong pure blood like myself for instance. Now you go fucking a mud blood, and you're soft." He smiles grimly.

My eyes widen as he approaches me, I sit on my hands to hide them from shaking. Clenching his jaw, he pulls hand back punching me. His sharp rings drag across my skin, leaving hot blood trickling down.