I imagine for all his centuries of experience and adaption, Strickler will still occasionally lapse into more…repressedold-fashioned sensibilities. For example, his response to getting a gander at a fetching pair of ankles.
Particularly if said ankles belong to one Dr. Barbara Lake, never mind you can see her legs, you nerd.
Writer’s Note: -Warning: smut, practically one swear word, public sex -Word Count: 2,081 words -Requested by:@godrics -Playlist listened to during writing: x
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It was your
final year at Hogwarts this year and everything had to be done correctly, just
as a good luck ritual. Therefore, you arrived at the train station an hour
early so that you wouldn’t be late. Seats were always rapidly occupied by
students. You said your goodbyes with your parents, took the loaded trolley
under your control and rolled it in the direction towards platforms nine and
ten. Deliberately, you stood near a wall to look as Muggle as possible. It was
considered sinful to expose your true self in the Muggle world.
Rebellion. Adrenaline. Rush.
that you didn’t believe in was considered sinful in the Magic world. Just as
well, you never wished to break the law in any shape or form but some people
have a different view on this topic. People like the Malfoys believed in
danger, rebellion, adrenaline, and rush. Danger of being caught as a worker for
the Dark Lord simply excited them. It was the type of drug that they mainly
used. With danger came all of the other aspects- rebellion, adrenaline and
not following the ‘good Wizard’ guidelines that most people follow.
the feeling of owning immense power over innocent Wizards who are afraid of the
continuity of the quick pace of your life once you declare your support for the
something strangely attractive in this lifestyle that you couldn’t yet figure
out. Was it the sharpness of their attire? The coldness in their harsh voices?
You couldn’t fathom out the reason behind these lingering questions. Most of
them were based on the Malfoys as everyone knew of them so judgments were easy
to make. Although they were bad family to communicate with, you noticed over
the many years at Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy was exceptionally smart, right
behind Hermione Granger. To your surprise, Draco knew a lot of vital
information when it came to the class environment and many times you pondered
of asking him to tutor you. That was a crazy thought. Why would Draco Malfoy,
the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, want to tutor you? You were way below
his level of intelligence and social hierarchy; Draco would never in a million
years even consider you as his ‘student’.
You took out
your copy of ‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Shelley. You dived into the book straight
away and begun your wait until 10:45am, when some familiar faces begin to
appear at the station. At that specific time you have planned to go make your
way to the other platform and take your seat on the train. Better early than
never. Your posture slackened as your back rested against a brick wall next to
the ticket shop.
. . . . . . . . . . . . Draco’s POV:
bench was really getting on your nerves now- it’s uncomfortable, cold, and
stiff. Muggles have weird ideas when it comes to a comfortable wait for a
train. You came an hour too early for the train and now you’re stuck here for
an eternity until someone with a bit of sense appears. No Slytherin has come
yet. Fucking useless so-called friends. Why does no one understand a prompt of
coming an hour early to the train station in order to get a good cabin
reserved? Lucky for you, this train station has a coffee shop which only tempted
you to buy an espresso after espresso. Your father gave you some Muggle money
to buy things with before you left for the train. Apparently a £20 can go a far
You just sat
there, plastered to your seat as you noticed an overflowing trolley with a cage
on top with a barn owl resting inside of it. Next to the trolley stood the girl
you recognised from the party at the Three Broomsticks which took place just
two weeks ago. Only for seventh-years; a social gathering where they could all
have a good time before the finals. The girl who was currently standing against
the brick wall was the girl that you personally couldn’t take your eyes off during
the party. She was the girl that caught your eye while you were dancing with
Pansy Parkinson, not exactly paying attention to the way you were moving. This
mysterious girl was sat in the corner of the room with a journal on the table
and a Muggle pen in her hand. She stayed like that the whole night no matter
how many of her friends pleaded for her to come and dance with them all.
she was holding a Muggle book in her hands, clearly fully engaged in the words
on the pages. You corrected your posture on the bench, took a sip of your
coffee every now and then, and continued to take in the whole of her. She was
simply mesmerising. There was a certain beauty to her that intrigued you and
attracted you to her. For the past two weeks she was on the back of your mind,
and finally, here she was, easily viewed.
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rumbled ever so slightly with every minute that passed. You needed food to fill
your stomach before you set off on the train. You had another 25 minutes of
waiting and you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to take it any longer.
Obediently, your feet carried you towards the little shop a few steps away from
where you were standing previously. No one would bother to steal your trolley
so you left it where it was just for a little while. As soon as you made it to
the shop, you felt an inner craving for chocolate. In consequence, you picked
up two snickers bars and made your way to the till.
be £1.50, please.” The worker said as he finished scanning the two chocolate
bars. Your hands hastily searched for Muggle money in all of your pockets but
it was nowhere to be found. Embarrassed, you check your backpack for any Muggle
money that will be sufficient enough to pay for the goods you picked out.
Another bundle of embarrassing seconds have passed and nothing. Nothing at all.
You were about to apologise to the worker, but all of a sudden, an anonymous
voice came from behind you.
pay” said the disembodied voice with a slight coldness in his voice. It was
definitely male- it was deep but not too deep. Completely shocked, you swiftly
turned around to see no other than Draco Malfoy standing right before your
eyes, smirking at you. He grabbed your chocolate bars and passed them to you as
if he just saved the day. Well, he practically did.
whispered to him as you proceeded to return to your previous spot. Just as you
returned to your trolley and started reading your book again, Draco pushed down
your book so your attention would be set on him. He smirked at you again as
your eyes met his.
you were at the party two weeks ago. You didn’t seem to have enjoyed yourself,
did you?” Draco asked while leaning against the wall right next to you so that
your shoulders touched. You felt uneasy. You always thought Draco Malfoy was
handsome, even if it meant being mocked by all of your friends and practically
the whole school. No one wanted to admit that Draco could be attractive in the slightest.
You stiffened at the touch of his shoulder on yours. It felt unlawful to be
standing here with a Malfoy and conversing with one.
parties aren’t really my thing. I’d rather do something productive-”
The tall boy
took you by surprise. He seemed so sweet and charming, you couldn’t help but
smile at him. He returned the gesture and took hold of your book.
“I think you
have read enough over the summer. Let’s do something a bit more, shall we say…
social?” He marked the page you were interrupted at, put the book in your
backpack, and took hold of your hand before putting a protective charm over your
trolley so no one would steal it. He walked confidently, making each stride as
graceful as possible. The two of you made your way to what seemed like the male
toilet. To your luck, the toilet could only serve one person at a time, but
could fit in at least four people inside of it. Draco let you walk in first and
followed you right after, locking the door so as to not be disturbed.
“Are you okay
with this?” he asked you while looking straight into your eyes. He was truly
beautiful. You really did want this. After all of the nights you spent fantasizing
about Draco, you simply couldn’t say no
to him right now. You nodded in agreement, and Draco moved his soft hands
towards your delicate face. He began to kiss your lips gently, making sure that
he doesn’t start off to quickly. You returned the action and quickly, the both
of you picked up pace as your lips got to adjust to each other more. His hands
darted down to the hem of your top, taking it off in one swift move. Your
fingers fiddled with his zipper as he knowingly dropped your jeans to the
floor, allowing you to step out of them easily. Your fingers worked chaotically
together and simply couldn’t unzip Draco’s pants.
me.” He managed to mumble through occupied lips. He gently pushed your hands to
one side so that he could undo his own pants. Immediately, as you heard the zip
being undone, your hands rushed towards Draco’s pants and pulled them down to
his knees, so that he would have it easier. Out of nowhere, you felt a pair of
strong hands on the back of your thighs pulling your whole body up and against
the cold tiled wall. Without a single warning, Draco put his member inside of
you, filling you in deeply. His breath was broken and hasty, desperate. At
first, you tangled your fingers on the back of his neck, however you slid them
down to his toned shoulder blades, gripping your fingers into the fabric of his
thought- you- were inter-esting, (y/n).” Draco breathed out as his thrusts
filled you up every time his hips moved up. Breathless, you could only manage
an approving moan as a response to Draco’s confession. If only he knew what you
thought of his lean, muscular body and impressive knowledge of the dark arts.
Both of your bodies moved in unison, getting the best out of each other’s
climax. You moaned more than previously as Draco sped up the pace of his
thrusts and found your g-spot. He hit your g-spot a few times before resting
his clammy forehead in the nook of your neck for support. Both of your bodies
went weak, resting on each other for support. You were both out of breath,
trying to get back to your normal state.
After a few
minutes, Draco at last returned your feet back to the cold tiles and enabled
you to get yourself together. As you were putting your clothes back on your
body, you noticed Draco staring at you adoringly, as if you just gave him the
best gift in his entire life. Using your initiative, you figured out that you
had to leave the toilet first as it was in fact a male toilet. Before letting
you go, Draco grabbed your wrist, turned you around and kissed your lips lightly
as a short farewell. Automatically, your cheeks turned rosy from his gesture.
You walked out of the toilet slightly light headed, unable to organise your
thoughts from what just happened.
left until the train departed.
. . . . . . . . . . . . You were
sitting in your cabin reading over the pages of ‘Frankenstein’, enjoying every
word written on the page. A light knock could be heard on the window of the
sliding doors to your cabin- Draco. He smiled at you and slid a note under the
doors and left. Suspicious, you trotted over to the note, smiled at it
unknowingly as you read the smooth handwriting that belonged to Draco:
‘See you in the Great Hall at dinner
tonight. We’ll go for a walk near the lake afterwards.
P.S. don’t forget to eat your chocolate bars.’
If it weren’t for the fact that only one of us could become Miss Korea, do you think we could have been friends? If not for the same year, 1997… if we had competed in different years, would we still be at each other’s throat like this?