It started as a joke DracoxReader

Distract me

"Are you alright?" Draco whispered as you let your head lay on the perfect skin of his chest. His fingers floating gently over the skin of your arm.
"Yes" you nodded into him "I'm okay"
"I really am sorry" he insisted, for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Please stop saying that" you sat up slightly, leaning into your elbow to watch him. He didn't speak, he just watched you as you looked at him. His face flat. "You're going to continue to blame yourself... aren't you?" You knew him far too well, he would easily spend forever blaming himself if he could. He blames himself for everything he could.
"It's easier than being angry all the time" he spoke finally, his face still unmoving.
"Maybe sometimes" you moved your body up so you could lean into his forehead with yours. "You can be angry with me, blame me just a little"
He swallowed hard, his eyes closed.
"If I let you take any of the blame for anything. I don't know if I could manage"
You pulled away from him, looking at him as he still lay with his eyes closed.
"Well" you at some points had to admit defeat. "Can I at least distract you?"
He opened his eyes then, the same corner of his mouth curling up as of always did.
"How do you propose you'd do that?" He asked.
Instead of speaking you leaned in to kiss him, staying there at his lips for only a second before moving over to his jaw line, then to his neck. You stayed there for a little longer, nipping gently at his skin. He sighed as you did, the warmth of your mouth echoing in his very soul. He brought his hand up your back, hitching his thumb into the band of your underwear.
You pulled away from his neck, shaking your head no at him. His eyebrows raised, a little confused. But then as you kissed his neck again, trailing down to his collarbone, then his chest, his breath shuddered.
You barely met the skin as you continued to kiss down him, stopping just as your mouth met his pajamas. Then back up just slightly, teasing. He wiggled impatiently under you, his hand raising and pushing on your head.
"Needy thing" you whispered as you pulled away his pajama pants, he was more than ready for you. You started with your hand, stroking him a few times allowing for his head to fall back into the pillow.
"Fuck" groaned as you moved "fuckkk" the hand that lingered on your head started intertwining in your hair, fingers tangling there. You had to admit, these moments when he was melting away beneath you were all you ever wanted to see. You let your tongue slide across the tip of him, making him jump a little from the sudden contact. You teased him there for a second, sliding your tongue over him a couple times. He pushed needy on your head, desperate for what he knew was coming.
Finally you caved, needing to hear him. You take him in deeply, until you really couldn't manage anymore.
"Ugh yes" he groaned again, his begging words egging on your movements. "More, please" he sighed. You let your tongue work in as much of a rhythm as you could manage, holding his hips with your hands to maybe stop him from moving. But there really was no use for that, as you started to suck he thrusted, sitting rough in the back of your throat. You let out a protesting whine as he moved his hand, trying hard to guide your motions.
"More of that" he pleaded as the echo from your whine vibrates through his body. You obliged, allowing for fevered moans to develop deep in your throat, cascading over him as you sucked, profanities seeping from him with every movement of your tongue.
"Babbyyyy" he seemed to growl as you worked, his hand pushing your head down hard so you felt him further in your throat, gaging a little as he did. You focused as much as you could manage, trying to stop your eyes from watering as he moved your head as he wanted. No mercy.
You pulled away from him suddenly, causing him to nearly whimper.
"Let me do it" you instructed. He nodded then, his hands still tangled in your hair. You leaned back in, resuming where you had been, sucking and rolling your tongue over him all at one.
"Ugh baby" he huffed, his heart racing. It only took you a few more moments before he came, shooting hard down the back of your throat, you let him then pump his hips, his skin rushing into goosebumps.
You pulled away finally, your throat instantly a little sore. You wiped your mouth, smiling up at him.
"How is this not heaven?" He asked, his breathing still heavy. You pulled your body back up, laying at your space in his arms finding sleep with ease.

The next morning was just as you expected, people whispered as the two of you made your way into the grand hall. Disgusting looks of sympathy on their faces, you wish you had at least thought of that with the show in the hallway.
"You alright Y/n?" Crabbe asked as you both sat
"I'm alright" you spoke, your voice hoarse. Draco smirked a little as you coughed slightly, pouring you a cup of tea.
"Getting sick?" Goyle asked.
"No just.. allergies I guess" you sipped of the cup, letting the hot liquid coat your raw throat.
"You sound lovely with allergies" Draco shrugged.
Blaise never came to breakfast, you had to admit you liked it that way because seeing him was absolutely the last thing you wanted.
It wasn't until potions that you saw him, standing at the other Slytherin table. Daphne had taken his place at yours, smiling at you and Draco warmly as you walked in.
"I offered to switch with him" Daphne leaned into You and whispered. "I figured it would be easier for you, considering"
"You're sweet" you nodded, leaning in to give her a gentle side hug.
"I could use your help anyway" she grinned, looking at her book. "You're way smarter than I am in this"
"I'll help you, if you promise to help me with divinations" you spoke.
"Oh no please don't tell me you're getting sick!" She backed away from you slightly.
"No, sorry" you spoke, hearing Draco laugh.
"She has allergies," Draco explained. You glared at him, clearly he was way too amused with himself.
Class was simple, brewing some potion that really didn't take much thought. Mostly just listening to Slughorn drone on and on about his experiences with this potion and how he promises it's useful to learn.
You managed to make it through class without even looking at Blaise, who you wager wasn't looking at you either. If he knew what was best for him, he would stay silent.
"Don't have too much fun in herbology" Draco joked as you prepared for your next class.
"I won't" you rolled your eyes.
"Look," Draco pointed to someone, your eyes follow his hands. "You best friend is looking for you" his hand gestured to no one other than Neville. Who was waving in your direction, gesturing for you to walk over to him.
"Oh yeah.. he said he was going to ask Professor Sprout if I can help re-pot the mandrakes with them!" You grinned hard.
"Dirty little root beasts" Draco spoke, his face curled a little.
"I'll see you after class jealous" you whispered.
As Neville started walking over to you Draco kissed you hard. Catching you by surprise, it really wasn't like him to kiss you in the halls, let alone when they're this crowded. You pulled away, licking your lips.
"Later," he grinned, walking away from you, you had to make yourself shake your head. Turning to look at Neville who had stopped in his tracks, clearly not wanting to interrupt anything. His face was even a little flushed. You bridged the gap between you.
"Hey there Neville, got any news?"