Chapter 4
It had been two days since you saw Draco - since you fell asleep on his chest after he had given you your first orgasm. Two days locked in your room, bar the awkward dinners you had shared with your father and Narcissa. You had asked her where Draco was out of curiosity, and though you refused to show it to her, you missed seeing him. She hadn’t had any idea, or she didn’t trust you enough to know- you weren’t sure which one. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was avoiding you after what had happened in your room. You decided since you’d be here for godric-knows-how-long, you’d explore the your new, oversized home. You crept down the spiralling stairs running your hand along the wooden hand rail, looking down at the large first floor below you. You decided to start at one end of the hallway, working your way down to the other. The first door you tried was locked. You figured most would be, and though you knew you shouldn’t, you had already thought ahead and brought your wand in your jacket pocket. Though you only knew one spell so far, it would be useful today, you thought. You pointed it toward the doorknob and spoke the spell. You opened the heavy door to a beautiful, large study, walls on either side of you covered in full book shelves that reached the ceiling. On the back wall there were portraits, likely of passed Malfoy family members, and they looked to be judging your every move. Some whispered amongst themselves but none spoke to you directly. You’d never seen anything like it, but you tried not to stare. You ran a finger over the dusty spine of one large book, titled “Curses and counter-curses”. You shuddered thinking of the kind of magic that the Malfoys likely knew best. You had heard that Draco was chosen by the Dark lord for his fathers failure in completing a task - what task you weren’t sure. Neither Draco, nor Narcissa had mentioned his father once since you had moved in, and though you knew it was a bad idea to ask, you wondered what he was like. What had he done or said to make Draco so spiteful toward you for your mixed blood? You continued to read the many book spines that lined the walls. You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realise you left the door open behind you, nor did you hear the footsteps come up the hallway toward the study. You drew in a sharp breath and spun around when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. Luckily, or not ao luckily, it was Draco in the doorway.
“I - I was just,” you tried to explain yourself, but couldn’t think of an excuse as to why you had let yourself in, and Draco’s less than happy expression left your mind blank. There was no hint of the devilish grin he wore the last time you had seen him. His demeanour was stone cold, like the day you met him. His brows were furrowed and his mouth a tight line on his porcelain skin. You looked at him, waiting to be reprimanded, yelled at even like a child, but no words came. Instead, he looked you up and down before he stalked toward you like an animal toward prey. You braced yourself, for what you weren’t quite sure. You took several steps back until you hit the bookshelf behind you and couldn’t move any further. His black robe flowed behind him until he was almost pressed against you. His hand lifted and wrapped around your throat and he leaned down to face level with you.
“I didn’t teach you what I did for you to snoop through my family’s things,” he snarled. Picking up the book you were looking at with his other hand, he scoffed. “What would you know about this stuff anyway? All you know is what I’ve taught you. Your own father didn’t even do that for you.” You were at a loss for words. You hadn’t meant to snoop, though that is exactly what you were doing. The mention of your father and his lack of care for your magical upbringing made your eyes burn, tears threatening to fall. You weren’t sure if this is why he was so angry. Why he was so much colder toward you then he was the last time he was home, but it was clearly the worst time to ask him, if it ever was. He put the book back on the shelf before looking back at you with an ice cold stare.
His grip on your throat tightened and though you could still breathe, the blood flow had slowed and you started to feel lightheaded. If he was trying to hurt you, you’d be hurt, you thought - and the feeling his grip was giving you went straight to your core. He looked down at you through icy grey eyes and your knees started to buckle below you. Your breath quickened as images of him between your legs flashed in your mind. His eyes grew darker, like something wild in him was clawing it’s way out, and you felt him release a deep breath out through his nose.
“Draco, I’m, I’m sorry” you sputtered nervously. He didn’t budge but you saw his jaw clench as you said his name.
“I don’t want to hear it mudblood,” he spat. This time the name felt venomous. Like he really meant it. “Down,” he said, letting go of your throat to push you to your knees. You had no time to argue before he was pulling his belt out of the loops with one hand. He knelt down, holding both of your arms behind your back and tightening the belt around your wrists. You knew what was happening, and though you would be lying to say you hadn’t imagined his cock in your mouth, you had hoped he would be at least as kind about it as he was nights before. You didn’t have time to think of reasons why he was so different today, or why he was in such a bad mood. He pushed his black pants down, then his boxers- his cock already hard, popping up as they fell. You had imagined he was big, but his size still surprised you. It stood tall toward your face, veins lining it. He gripped your hair and tugged, forcing you to look up at him. He looked down at you with anger and intensity as he spoke.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered but you didn’t, too scared to tell him you hadn’t done this before. “I won’t tell you again. You know I can make you with a flick of my wand.” His warning was more than enough and you did as you were told. As you extended your tongue out, he slapped it with his cock before pushing forward into your mouth. You tasted the precum on your tongue as you ran it over him from base, back to the tip. You felt him shudder and let out a low groan. He allowed you to bob your head back and forth, filling your mouth before he grabbed you by the hair again. His hips bucked forward, cock hitting the back of your throat and you felt tears prick your eyes and you tried not to choke on it. As he picked up his pace, fucking your face, his moans filled the room along with the wet sounds your mouth made around him. You hollow your cheeks, sucking hard each time he pulled almost all the way out of your mouth. The noises he was making, and knowing you were the cause made you ache between your legs, and you squeezed your thighs together to relieve the pressure but it only made it worse and you moaned around him. The vibrations shot through him and he pushed all the way into your mouth, his hands on the bookcase above your head. Neither of you had silenced the room but he didn’t seem to care.
“That’s it make yourself useful, mudblood slut,” he said in a gruff voice. You didn’t know how to feel. He was so forceful and you hadn’t agreed to do it any more than he made you, but you couldn’t ignore the ache it was giving you. You had never done this before, but you took his quickening breaths and uncontrollable moans as encouragement enough and kept going. His hand went back to your hair as his thrusts started becoming erratic and his moans coming out more breathy.
“Yes, fuck yes suck it like a good bitch,” he said and you felt his cock throb and pulse in your mouth before he filled it with ropes of hot cum. He shuddered and let out a few more breathy moans before he pulled out. You swallowed, and looked up at him, trying to catch your breath. Strands of his platinum hair had stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. He wiped some drool and cum off the side of your lip with his thumb and pushed it into your mouth. You swirled your tongue over the tip of his thumb before sucking it.
“Mudbloods are good for one thing, at least my father was right about that,” he spat at you through shaky breaths, reminding you of the mood he was obviously still in despite what you had just done. Your head was spinning and you were dumbfounded at his words.
“Draco what have I done? Did something happen while you were out?” You felt pathetic for asking but you were desperate to understand why he was even colder today. Why he was suddenly so much meaner.
“Nothing happened. I was clearing my mind. But why is it that when I get home from only two fucking days out, I find you in my Father’s study thinking about how he raised me?” Your stomach dropped as you realised what thoughts he must have heard before you knew he was there. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. “You come into my house, get your own room before I even meet you, and you think you know Me? You’re going to be my step-sister. That doesn’t mean you’re family” Though he was almost yelling at you, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for what he had heard. He had never spoke about his late father to you, and though you didn’t expect him to this early on, you knew it was a sore spot. You hadn’t meant for any of your thoughts, let alone ones about his family to be heard.
“Draco I’m-“
“Save it mudblood. I don’t want to hear it” he cut you off. He turned you around and unbuckled the belt around your wrists and doing it back up around his pants. Grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the study and stormed off toward the fireplace, which you now understood to be in part of the floo network. In a flash of green smoke, he was gone again.