Draco T. Malfoy

-Sliiides ever so delicately out of bed, careful to not awake the sleeping @RyJPotter snoring softly beside him. You’d like to think  I am tip toeing silently across the floor with noble intentions, perhaps to whip up breakfast in bed for the weary martyr in my bed; you would be wrong.  Malfoys do not possess ‘noble intentions,’ only ulterior motives, and this morning I am full of them.

It is with a smirk on my face that I carefully and quietly summon the doll in my likeness from beneath the large four poster, my fingers closing tightly about it’s plush throat. 

“Surprise for you.”

I whisper, my lips pulling back in a toothy grin that is just a little bit too manic for morning.  I’m slinking across the room like a fucking ninja holding a doll, you are welcome for the visual.

I can almost see his mind working beneath that mop of raven hair, and although I’ve been in this predicament enough times to know better it doesn’t stop me from stepping right back into the middle of it. I’m a fraction of a second too late when I realize what is happening and by this point I can’t be arsed to care.

“I suppose you have a point.”

I reply, lowering my gaze to him, my hand moving to his head as my fingers fist his hair like they’ve been here before. I tighten my grip and tug his head forward just enough, silver gaze marking him intently.

He may have won this battle, but I willcertainlywin this war.

I barely have a moment to bask in my power over him when I’m being pulled away, the unmistakable feeling of being squeezed into a tube that apparition brings. I don’t even have time to protest before my feet are back on solid ground in the center of a room I don’t recognize.

“Impatient, are we?”

I ask, pulling back to arch a brow at him.  My fingertips are already on the move, dipping beneath the hem of his jumper and inching it upwards.  I lean forward just enough to nudge his chin up with my nose, forcing it out of the way so that I can trace the line of his throat with my tongue, pausing to dip inside the indent at the its base.

“We could have stayed on the balcony, I wouldn’t have minded.”

I say, offering him a telling smirk as I pull back, urging his arms up so as better to remove the offending jumper.  Right about now I’m patting myself on the back, smug in the knowledge of how easy I can manipulate his thoughts and actions.

Not that I mind this particular action.

I know it won’t deter him completely but I know how to distract him, at least for a little while.  His body reacts to me in ways that are well familiar to me now and I smirk against his lips, smug in the knowledge of the power that I hold over this hero of mine.

“Are you certain you’d like to discuss renovations just now?”

I ask in between biting kisses littered across his throat, my fingertips pressed so firmly against his spine that they would certainly leave marks.  I don’t miss the slight tremble just beneath the surface of his skin as the tip of my tongue darts out between parted lips, tracing the very shell of his ear, leaving behind a moist trail that follows my tongue obediently as it swirls inside it.

I’ve got him now.

ktbellz:

DO NOT LISTEN TO THOSE STUPID ANON FUCKS! Your writings are part of the reason I joined tumblr in the first place and if they don’t like it they can scroll on and kindly fuck off. -nods-

-ahem- Excuse the outburst. Carry on.

Thank you, that means a lot.

…Was I just polite to a Gryffindor?

Kill me.

PS-You forgot to tag this Drarry. (;

You would think I would be used to this by now, all of it, but I’m not. Sure, I’ve gotten better at knowing what he’s thinking and calculating his next move, but it never ceases to amaze and amuse me. For anyone out there who thinks they know Harry Potter, I welcome you to step into my shoes for a day.

Because you maythinkyou know, but you havenoidea..

“Is that all?”

I ask when he’d paused long enough to take a breath, my mouth curved into an amused grin. I knew what he was after, I knew he was just itching to lure me into a friendly competition so that he might finally best me on his terms.

Let him try.

“I’m not sleeping here.”

I announce almost as an afterthought, my fingers already curling into his jumper to draw him decidedly closer to me. In moments my hands have snaked their way around his waist and are splayed against his clothed spine, holding him close enough to steal his breath away myself.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it now, I am a Malfoy. I play to win.

I watch him for a long moment, I can clearly see the cogs within his brain turning with his thoughts; trying to find a way around my restriction. I know him, this is what he does.

“Inanyway.”

I add, a sense of finality in my voice as my eyes narrow just slightly at him. When I am satisfied I lean forward once more, nipping sharply at his ear, flicking the lobe caught between my teeth with the tip of my tongue, releasing it as his body shudders against me.

“I’m glad we understand each other.”

I say as I take a step back, allowing him his freedom and a chance to catch his head again.

“Tell me of your plan.”

I add, leaning against the railing beside him and awaiting to hear whatever completely obnoxious idea that he had in store for us.

I can’t help but laugh at his words, my brow raised in utter fascination.

“Don’t they revoke your Gryffindor status for lying as well as cheating?”

I find myself inching towards him despite my best efforts, and before long I am pressed right up against him, forcing the back of his thighs firmly against the guard railing behind him.

“Be careful what you wish for, Potter.”

I murmur against his ear, my lips curved into another telling grin as my fingers curl around the rail on either side of him, caging him in. I pull back just enough to eye him properly, gazing intently into those brilliant emerald orbs.

“Promise me you will not enhance your game in any way, and I’ll consider it.”

I press even closer against him, causing his body back just slightly  over the railing.

Waiting.