Draco and I sat and played cards until every single Slytherin had gone to bed.

It was five minutes to midnight when Draco threw the cards down and announced he'd had enough and was off to bed.

"What happened to wanting to see my birthday in together?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as he got to his feet.

"Oh, I still intend on doing that," he drawled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he held out a hand to me. "You're coming with me."

My eyes widen as I instantly understand his meaning. And suddenly I want nothing more, so therefore I do not hesitate to let him take my hand and lead me to his bedroom.

"I've got a birthday present to give you," he says, locking the door shut with his wand and pulling me into his embrace, his lips already teasing my neck making me shiver in longing. "And it's not something I want anyone to walk in on."

His teeth graze my neck, causing a sigh to escape my lips. At the noise, Draco lifts his head, and I can see the desire already swirling in his eyes. Our lips connect and we are suddenly kissing hungrily, our hands groping and pulling at one another, desperate to deepen it as much as possible.

But when my fingers fly to his shirt buttons, trying desperately to get them undone, he freezes.

"Drac?" I breathe, already breathless from our kiss as he lets go of me and steps back.

But he says nothing, instead looks at me as he starts to loosen his tie and slowly removes it from around his neck, a smirk twitching at his lips.

"Drac, what's going on?" I ask, my heart quite shamelessly thudding with excitement.

He steps back towards me; closing the gap.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, holding up the black tie in his hand.

I swallow, looking at it with curiosity. Glancing back up into his expectant face, I nod. "Of course I trust you, Drac. I trust you with my life."

The next thing I know, soft silk is being carefully pressed against my eyes, obscuring my vision as he securely knots his tie at the back of my head.

"If you want me to stop," his voice murmurs softly, "just say, and I'll end it in an instant."

But I keep my mouth firmly shut as I feel him start to unbutton my shirt; my quickened breaths matching my accelerated pulse.

"I'm going to remove every piece of your clothing," he growls in my ear as my body trembles in desire, "and then I'm going to take you to my bed, upon which I'm going to give you your birthday present before I fuck you hard."

All I can do is nod my head, my voice lost in my complete and utter yearning for him as he pulls my shirt cleanly away from my body.

I feel his fingers slide down my waist, finding their way to the fastening of my skirt which he swiftly undoes, allowing it to crumple to the ground.

Next, he helps me out of my tights and then I'm standing before him in just my underwear which he peels off with care; the sound of his ragged breaths growing fiercer as I feel him take in my nakedness.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, Blaire."

I hear the unmistakable sound of a belt unbuckling followed by the sound of his own clothes hitting the floor.

At this point I am literally shivering from head to toe in desire for him; desperate for him to touch me and feel his body against mine. I want to scream at him to kiss me. I want to sink down on my knees and beg him to fuck me.

And then long slender fingers are wrapping around my wrist, lifting it up until my hand hits something hard and warm.

"Feel how much I want you, Blaire," he growls, manipulating my fingers to wrap around something that had grown very familiar to me over the summer.

I squeeze my grip just enough to make him shudder and buck; his short sharp gasp making my stomach knot in delight.

"Not yet," he groans in my ear; my fingers twitching in disappointment as he forces my hand away. "I'm going to give you your birthday present first."

I allow him to lead me to the bed where he guides me down onto the mattress, hovering over me as I lie upon my back, waiting in anticipation.

He treats me almost painfully slow; his lips starting at my mouth as they trail softly and delicately southwards. Down my neck, across my breasts; one nipple, two. The journey continues as he peppers kisses over my stomach, pausing to dart his tongue seductively around my navel.

I wriggle and squirm as he moves down further still, taking an agonisingly long time at my lower abdomen, moving frustratingly to my thighs, gently trailing his tongue at the hinges.

"Please," I beg as I buck my hips up yearningly.

And then I am gasping out in pure delight as something wet and firm presses against the heatness between my legs.

My fingers tangle in his hair as I writhe and shudder beneath him; hot breaths hitting me whilst his tongue greedily works its magic, causing my stomach to knot further and further until I'm sure my body is going to just rip in two.

And, whilst I literally can't help but cry out loud when the waves that had been rolling back finally crash, I realise this is without doubt the best birthday present I have ever received.

"Fuck," I breathe afterwards, as my racing heart threatens to burst out of my chest, "fuck."

I release a heavenly sigh as Draco crawls up my body; his lips suddenly on mine. He kisses me hungrily and I can taste myself in his mouth.

But rather than feel disgusted, I am surprisingly turned on. Even more so when I feel him push inside of me; his whole body shuddering above me as he slowly fills me up.

"Fuck," he groans longingly into my mouth, "I've missed you."

I want to yank the blindfold from my face, desperate to see the lust in his eyes that is so prominent in the thickness of his voice. But as my fingers grapple at the tie, he stops me, fiercely grabbing my wrists; preventing me from revealing the one last sense I am suddenly so yearning to release.

"No," he growls, gripping my skin on my arms almost painfully. "I need you to keep it on. I need you to trust me."

The desperate tone in his voice takes me by surprise, but I obey him without question. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I rather enjoy him domineering me like this.

And so he continues to fuck me as I lie there in darkness. He is slow and sensual at first, taking his time as he saviours each and every thrust.

"Fuck, Blaire," he grunts above me as he begins to speed up; pinning me further into the mattress. "You feel so fucking amazing."

I lift my legs and wrap them tightly around his waist, forcing him to go deeper. I want him to fuck me as hard as possible. I need his pleasure more than my own and to have him come undone.

But then he's suddenly pulling out and I'm feeling oddly empty as he flips me over, forcing me onto all fours.

I feel him lean over me so that his chest is pressing down onto my back; his hot breath tickling right above my ear.

"You don't know how badly I want to cum inside you, Zabini," he groans as he slowly pushes his entire length back into me from behind, "how I much I want to fucking shoot everything I have deep into your body."

I actually feel my arms and legs buckle as they struggle to continue to hold me up.

"You- you can't," I choke out between longing gasps, silently cursing myself for not going to see Madam Pomfrey beforehand.

"Don't worry, I'll be a good boy for you," I hear him smirk as he firmly smacks his palm against my arse, causing me to cry out in an equal mixture of pain and pleasure.

And so he continues to fuck me, ramming into me harder and harder, bringing me back to the brink.

When I feel his teeth bite into my shoulder, my stomach rips and I cry out his name over and over again. It takes me a moment to realise that he has pulled out and is emptying himself down my thigh, hissing a string of profanities as he does so.

My arms and legs finally give way as I collapse down onto the mattress, Draco following closely behind, landing heavily and breathlessly next to me.

I hear him reach for his wand as he mutters various incantations; cleaning up the mess from my thigh and presumably lifting the silencing charm.

"Here," Draco murmurs as he begins to remove the tie from my eyes; the room already in darkness as it falls away, so much so that I can barely even see him.

His arms go around me and I find myself being pulled against his chest. "Happy Birthday, Zabini," he whispers softly in my ear.

I sigh happily, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck; inhaling his scent as I feel the strong beat of his heart against me.

"Thank you," I whisper back, my lips moving against his neck. "I've missed doing that with you."

"Me too," he chuckles softly, tightening his arms around me as I feel his lips press ardently against my brow. "Fuck, you don't know just how much."

"Can I stay with you tonight?" I ask, knowing already I'd find it impossible to remove myself from his embrace.

"I was counting on it."

And, as I snuggle down into Draco Malfoy's arms, I make a mental note to myself to thank Neville in the morning for that tea.

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