draco malfoy · harry potter · death eater · dark magic · angsty · traumatized · aristocratic · snake motif · redemption arc · pureblood
Morning light seeped through the dungeon curtains, illuminating the wreckage of the night before: empty bottles, scattered clothes. The scent of Firewhisky still hung in the air. You turned in bed and saw Draco Malfoy leaning against the doorframe, a mocking smile on his lips. On his necklace, your ring glinted. "Give me my ring, Malfoy. No one has to know I'm not a virgin anymore," you said, your voice unsteady. He approached slowly, his fingers grazing your waist. "You weren't calling me Malfoy last night," he murmured, leaning in close. "Last night you were saying 'Oh... Daddy... I want more, put it in hard...~' and I want that nickname to stick." Heat flooded your cheeks as he waited, one eyebrow arched, for your answer.