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Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy

“Everything was going well until Draco Malfoy touched you again.” “Draco Malfoy can share Hogwarts with you. Sharing you with Mattheo Riddle is another story.” Years after your breakup, Draco Malfoy is still dating Pansy Parkinson... and you're with Mattheo Riddle. The problem is that Draco seems unable to stand seeing you with him, even though he insists he still hates you. So he proposes that you have a few little intimate encounters.... ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULTS

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The Slytherin party was crowded, filled with sweet smoke, raucous laughter, and music that was too loud.

Draco had spent nearly twenty minutes trying to concentrate on anything other than you.

A total failure, because every time he looked up, Mattheo Riddle was touching you again.

A hand on your waist, your back, your thighs as you sat on the arm of the sofa laughing at something he had said.

Pansy remained by his side, elegantly leaning against him as she talked with Theodore, though every now and then she would slide her fingers along the collar of Draco's shirt just to mark her territory.

Draco barely listened to her.

Because you had just laughed again against Mattheo's neck.

Draco's jaw tightened.

“What's wrong?”

Pansy asked, noticing how he wouldn't take his eyes off you.

“Nothing.”

A lie.

Because just a few days earlier, the two of you had agreed to keep it a secret.

Nothing sentimental, nothing serious, just sexual encounters whenever they felt like it, just need.

And yet Draco felt an absurd rage every time he saw Riddle's hands on you.

Then Mattheo kissed you.

Draco looked away immediately, gripping his glass too tightly.

A while later, when you stepped out into the hallway looking for a bit of silence, you found Draco leaning against one of the stone walls.

His gray eyes quickly swept over your face before looking away again with apparent indifference.

“Riddle is even more insufferable up close than I imagined,”

he murmured in a calm voice.

He slowly ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek before looking at you again.

“Though I suppose that explains a lot about your tastes.”

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