The school year was coming to an end and you were dreading another lonely summer break at school while the rest of the students went home to their families. Each year, you’d spent the break moping alone In your dorm, knowing that the other students were spending their break with the loved ones you didn’t have. That was what you were anticipating, and dreading, until your friend Lyla Malfoy sugggested you stay at her home for the break. You had become fast friends with her through the year, and had heard about her family’s manor. It was rumoured to have a hundred rooms, and a courtyard the size of Hogwarts.
“I couldn’t. I don’t want to be a burden,” you blushed, “plus I’m sure your family don’t want a stranger in the manor.”
“My parents won’t even be home,” she reassured you with a warm smile. “It’ll just be us and Draco.”
You’d heard about her older brother. Professor snape had compared students in your year to him in potions, considering him the best student of many years, and Lyla’s other friends had giggled and blushed, asking her about him.
After much convincing, you finally agreed to go with her for the break.
It was the last day of school and as the rain poured outside your dorm window, you packed the bag you had put at extension charm on.
Though you were nervous, you couldn’t hide your excitement at finally spending a summer break away from Hogwarts.
Finally packed and ready, you and Lyla traveled to Malfoy manor via floo. When you emerged from the fireplace, you were wide eyed In disbelief. As you took in the room before you, you couldn’t believe what you were looking at. The room was almost quidditch pitch sized, with enormous portraits on the walls of platinum haired witches and wizards looking back at you and whispering amongst one another.
Your friend laughed at the awe written on your face.
“You can stay in my room like a sleep over or have your own room, there’s enough rooms here to take your pick,” she offered. You were distracted, taking in the manor in all it’s beauty. There were winding stairs, room after room filled with beautiful couches, a grand piano in another, a dining room with a table from one end to the other. You couldn’t believe only one family lived here.
Your friend returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She poured you both a glass and you clinked them together.
“I really can’t thank you enough for this,” you looked at your feet, feeling embarrassed that she had taken you in for the summer. You felt her arms wrap around you tightly.
“Don’t be silly - I’d much rather have you here than it just be me and Draco for the whole summer” she reassured and you felt yourself lighten.
You both shared a couch talking and drinking for hours, sharing secrets and giggling about boys in your year. After hours of gossiping and many glasses of wine, you drifted off to a drunken slumber.
When you suddenly woke and sat up, it was dark out and your friend was no longer in the lounge with you. Though you still felt wine drunk and disoriented, you drank the unfinished glass of wine by your side. The big, beautiful room was spinning around you and you swayed as you stood up. You squinted, looking at your watch in the dark. 11PM.
You decided you would find your friend’s room and go to bed.
Holding onto the golden handrail for stability, you stumbled up the winding stairs, bag in your other hand. When you finally made it up the stairs, you opened the first door you saw. It was the most extravagant bathroom you’d ever seen - but not Lyla’s room. The second door you opened was the right one. Through the dark, you could see slytherin green accents decorating the room, and Lyla’s platinum hair peeking out from the top of the blanket. You clumsily rifled through your extended bag, finding a lace slip to wear to bed. You peeled off your clothes and put it on, pulling it over your otherwise naked body before stumbling to the bed. When you slipped under the covers and closed your eyes, you felt your friend roll over toward you.
“I barely made it up those stairs in one piece,” you giggled drunkenly half to her, half to yourself. “Who’s this pretty thing,” You heard a man’s voice grumble. Your eyes shot open, heart pounding.
When you looked to your side and your eyes adjusted, you realised that the white-blonde hair you saw when you walked in belonged to a man. A man with a sharp jawline and piercing grey eyes. Draco.
“ ‘m so sorry I… wrong room” you slurred, You tried to sit up and scramble out of the bed but he gripped your wrists and pinned them to the bed above your head.
“No darling, you picked the right room,” he murmured. You knew you should protest, or to call out to Lyla but whether it was your drunken daze or the lust filling your core, you decided not to.
“Lyla told me her friend was coming for the summer. She didn’t tell me how pretty you’d be though,” he brushed the hair out of your face before kissing you below the ear. You could just about hear your heart beat pounding in your ears. You knew it was wrong but you lifted your hips to meet his, desperate for his touch. “Uh uh, I can smell the wine on you, pretty - are you sure you want it?” You could feel your cheeks flush as you nodded your head. You knew you should stop, that Lyla might not be okay with it, but your desperation and drunken lust overtook your doubt. You felt one of his hands touch your breast as the other held your wrists together above your head. His thumb rubbed over your sensitive nipple, and you arched your chest up against it. He rolled it and pinched lightly, earning a small whimper from you. Your skin felt so sensitive and your breath sped up.
“Please,” you moaned, lifting and rolling your hips against him as he straddled you. He loosed a groan, shaking his head. He lifted your sleep dress up, before sucking in a sharp breath.
“No panties. You knew what you were doing didn’t you, bad girl.”
You shook your head innocently but he only grinned like a shark, circling its prey. He trailed a finger down your stomach, stopping at your bundle of nerves before tapping lightly.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he demanded, his tired voice making you throb.
“Please. Please touch me Draco,” you begged.
“Only ‘cause you begged so nicely. You’re so fucking wet for me, already,” he cooed, as he finally dragged a finger over your wet cunt, rubbing light circles over your clit. A moan escaped your mouth, louder than you expected. He clamped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he worked circles on your sensitive clit with his thumb. Pleasure and thrill filled you and you moaned against his hand.
“Shhh you don’t want to wake my sister up do you?” He scolded. He pumped his finger in and out of you and you ground yourself up against his hand. Your eyes rolled back as he whispered against your ear.
“Filthy little slut. You needed this didn’t you, you’re fucking soaked.”
You whimpered and moaned as his speed picked up and he used more pressure against your swollen clit. The pleasure built in your core and you could feel yourself coming close.
“I’m…ahhh…mmmhh.. Draco I’m gonna,”
“That’s it baby, good girl. Cum for me,” the pad of his thumb kept rubbing as he pushed another finger inside your tight hole. The obscene sounds of your wet cunt and his gruff voice pushed you over the edge and you clenched and tightened around his fingers. Pleasure washed over you and you screamed out, muffled by his hand, body shaking and shuddering. You bucked your hips and whimpered and he talked you through your high.
You moaned against his large hand as your orgasm slammed through you.
When he finally stopped, you were spent, thighs twitching and clit sensitive to the touch.
He lifted his hand to your face and pushed his wet fingers into your mouth.
“Taste yourself on my fingers,” he whispered, and you licked yourself off him. Your tongue swiped over it as your lips wrapped around his digits.It tasted sweet and salty and you sucked them clean. He pulled them out of your mouth and replaced them with a kiss to your lips.
Once your high had settled, the realisation of what you had done hit you.
“Fuck,” you muttered.
“What’s wrong darlin,” he asked with a genuine look of concern on his chiseled face.
“I shouldn’t be in here,” you said and tried to sit up but he gently pushed you back down.
“Stay,” he whispered, wrapping you in his arms. “Lyla will understand. Get some rest,” he planted a kiss on your temple and ran his fingers through your hair until you both drifted off.