i'm half crazy... all for the love of you ♡
draco x weasley oc fic
folklore by taylor swift inspired
"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood... But you would still miss me in your bones."
Following the horrific Battle of Hogwarts, the unexpect...
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𓆙 Draco Malfoy 𓆙
Fall ended quickly. It felt like ripping a metaphorical bandaid off for the coming cold winter months. Painfully reminding me that life around me was moving far too fast.
Quickly, Daisy and I fell into our relationship that didn't really have a full title. But, nonetheless, it was very Secretly Intimate.
To anyone else, we looked like the classic, perfect match study partners. We spent just the same amount of time as any other eighth year partner. Only they didn't walk the whole way from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts holding hands almost every night.
The only few that knew more were my friends and they wouldn't say anything. Not that they really knew much to begin with.
On the rare occasion since Halloween, she was with us and me more and more. Daphne and Pansy loved her, and when she wasn't around, they would ask me where she was. Blaise and Theo also didn't mind her being around. She was so sweet and polite. It made me look good because she literally was an angel. And I loved it.
For example.. her towel was in my room now. She had a small part of one of my drawers. She kept a small shampoo and body wash on my shower ledge. And even last week, when I sent my laundry out, the elf came back with a pair of her socks. The warm fuzzy ones that she wears when her feet get cold.
And I loved it. Absolutely adored it. Daisy made me happy. Not grumpy, mean death eater, trying to keep my head above water. Nothing made me happier.
Except maybe the few times where I've spread her legs open and tasted her. And the weight of my cock in her small little mouth. How gentle she was but how badly she wanted it. And she got me... every time. It was all for her. Every last drop.
A few nights ago, I pulled the biggest and longest orgasm from her body. She was shaking in the sweat sticky sheets of my bedroom when I was done. And when it was over, all she wanted was a sweet little kiss on her forehead and to be held for the rest of the night.
I couldn't imagine how it will be when I actually fucked her. The amount of times I wanted to forgo my plan and just give in was ungodly.
But, I was waiting. Impatiently, but for a reason. It couldn't be here- it had to be someplace different. Someplace special. Some place without tainted memories.
But, she was so, so good. And so, so patient. She trusted me. And that feeling alone made it all worth it.
We had been studying for midterm exams all week. In fact, we didn't even clean up the books all over the side table and the extra parchment with leftover quill ink from the potions essay we had to write.
