Idk what to call this anymore-

3: White Sheets

—Sheets
• Noun, a square shaped cotton, or whatever material, used to cover up a mattress, often used underneath blankets.
• Verb, to cover up.

This is unrelated to the story I am currently writing.

The room was cold as shadows danced on the walls from the Quidditch teams practicing outside.
They were preparing for the tournament.
"Why does he give us this kind of homework." I whisper to myself.
Professor Snape had given us 39 pages to study for something stupid Ron said about Boggarts, how they were useless and not a threat.
I look over at my clock, it was 1:08 a.m.
I was about to close my book but I quickly looked up at my door from the smell of Draco's cologne.
Draco walked in, smiling.
He'd just finished Quidditch practice.

"You're still up?" He whispered.
"I wasn't tired." I said as he walked in.
He was all sweaty and looked oddly lively, like he'd just taken a nap.
He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.
"I'll be right back." He said, walking towards the showers.
"Where are you going?" I say as he's halfway out the door frame.
"Well I can't go to sleep all dirty, can I?" He turned his head and looked at me as he walked out.
I heard him turn the shower on.
I decided to get some more work done, the homework was due next week but might as well try to get it done now.
"What is a Boggart?" I whisper to myself as I scribbled out my notes.
"Hermione'll know what a Boggart is..." I say staring at the pictures, it was a blob of nothing.
How are we supposed to study a picture with nothing on it.

I heard the door open but I was too focused on my homework to notice.
I quickly remembered it was one in the morning, who would be barging in at one in the morning?
I turn around, panicked it was Dumbledore or Professor McGonnagal.
It was Draco, he stood there in front of my desk.
His hair was dripping wet and he had a towel around his waist.
"Did you take a shower? That was fast." I say while closing my book.
I felt like I've been working for at least five minutes.
"I've only been gone seven minutes." He said trying to pull his towel up, which was slowly falling off.

"Are you too tired?" He said, sounding a little disappointed.
"Too tired for what-" I looked at him again.
He grabbed the chair I was sitting on and pushed it so the chair leaned back.
"Too tired for me to fuck you." He said with a small slick smile.
"No." I grinned.

He could see it in my eyes.
I had an unfulfilled thirst for him.

"I won't touch you, not until you ask me to." He purred into my ear.
I took his hand and put it on my breast.
"Touch me." I whispered as he massaged my chest.
His icy eyes traveled down to my lips as he leaned closer.
Our lips, dancing together as his other hand touched my other breast.
He pushed against me as his lips tackled mine.
I cupped his jaw and pulled him closer as I ran my hand along his abs.
I looked down as he continued to kiss me.
His length slowly grew.
I closed my eyes as he went down to my neck.
I bit my lip as he left his mark, I was his, and he is mine.
One of his hand crept around my waist, pulling me closer.

I wanted him so bad.
I wanted him to want me.
I wanted him to touch me.
I wanted him to fuck me.

He looked at me as he pulled away.
A soft growl escaped his beautiful lips.
I gave him a disappointed look, I didn't want him to stop.
He smiled as he grabbed my hand and led us towards the bed.
I looked down at the bed then up at him.
My eyes quickly darted down at towel, still wrapped around his waist, then back at his eyes.
"You can't help but look, can you?" He whispered.
He laughed as he lifted up my shirt and threw it to the ground.

He held both of my hands up as he leaned against me, closing the gap between us.
I closed my eyes as his lips met mine again.
He forcefully pushed me down to the bed.
He pulled off my bra, revealing myself.
His warm hands against my chest.
He started massaging my breasts again.
I let a soft moan as I pushed myself toward him.