separated, but eternally his.

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I sighed, running a hand over my face as I received my 6th bouquet of flowers this week.

It was Wednesday.

Honestly, Malfoy was off the rails.

I knew it was him because, who else would it be? If any one else shipped flowers to me, Draco woukd find a way to rip them to peices.

Similar to how he's destroyed my past 2 dates. Well, not destroyed.

Just somehow knew what restaurant me and my date would be in and then came in, staring into my soul with a look that made me so uncomfortable that I stopped the date.

I'm literally pissed at him. Mainly because he broke up with me.

Yep, and now he's running after me, regreting his decision. Damn right.

I picked up the bouquet; classic red roses. I got a jug out and filled it with water, deciding to put it in my guest room.

I think that I already had flowers in every room of my house already, and I only had so many jugs to use.

It was nice decoration though.

I could easily tell Draco to stop: texting him, calling him or even just going over to his house.

I've lived alone since we had broken up in my own two story house. It was very spacy; a gorgeous house.

Draco lives alone now too, a two story house about a 15 minute drive away.

I know that I might compain about him, but I do miss him. I don't miss the arguments or anything like that.

I miss how he understood me, how we could talk for hours on end, how at the end of the day, we always cuddled at night.

I miss the dates, I miss the nights in watching movies, I miss his company on general - and the sex was fucking amazing.

Oh, well. That was all in the past now.

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I applied a second coat of lipgloss, placing it back into my purse.

My dress flattered my curves, black and elegant. My hair was styled, and ny makeup enhanced my already gorgeous features.

(AN: with or without makeup you are beautiful!!)

My friends had invited me to a party and I was so glad to get my mind off things.

I walked out the house, getting into my car and driving to my friends house.

It was only about a 5 minute drive and I already heard music blasting from ages away.

I parked and got out, already being greeted by Pansy. Drunk, much?

"Hey, sexyyyyy!" She slurred, hugging me by my waist.

"God, get ne a drink." I say, walking inside and instantly pouring myself a shot.

After about 6, my vision feels clearer and I'm starting to enjoy the party more. "Body shots, c'mon!!" Someone shouts and I giggle with Pansy.

The only guy I know here is Blaise and he comes up to me infront of everyone, whispering in my ear.

"Body shots on me, huh? I've always thought you were fucking sexy."

I smirk, nodding and he unbuttons his shirt, everyone cheering.

I pour vodka over those abs, tracing it back up with my tounge as he guides my head.

"Now the party's started!!" Someone shouts and the music goes even louder.

Everyone laughs and I sneak away by myself to the kitchen to get more vodka, because I just couldn't get enough.

Suddenly, Im pressed down on the counter, bent over so hard it hurts.

I scream in fear, but a hand clamps over my mouth. I recognize the feeling of that hand a little too much.

"Blaise? Body shots on fucking Blaise?"

I swear that I sober up for a second.

Malfoy presses his body further up on mine and tears come to my eyes at his force.

"What would Blaise say if he saw you right now, hm? The door isn't locked, anyone could come in. What would they say if they saw you bent over for a real man."

I sqeaul as he pulls me back up by my hair, the pain so good.

What was even happening right now?

"I- I'm sorry." I squeak out, not knowing what to even say. I hadn't even seen him here.

He grips my body and hair harder. "Don't you fucking realise?"

I open my mouth to speak but he grips my hair even harder, shutting me up.

"Don't you realise that you're mine. Only mine. No one else will ever have that pleasure. No one but me."

I decide to test my limits, words slurred. "Fuck you."

A tear falls in pain when he puts his face forward and bites down on my neck. Hard.

He soothes the pain by swiping his tounge over it and sucking on the mark.

"We're going home. Forget about this stupid party."

I can still feel his rage. I'm in trouble.

He gripped my wrist and went round the back, away from the crowds. "Gonna fucking kill Blaise next time I see him."

He mutters as we walk past Blaise's care to get to his.

He shoves me inside his car. "What about m-" He interrupts me.

"I've already taken your car back to your house, baby. Everything is dealed with."

His voice is still sharp, and every second it feels like he gets angrier.

He starts driving. Fast. There isn't anyone on the highway but my hair slaps on my face because of the speed.

"You better prepare yourself for tomorrow." He says, hands off of the wheel as he places a mint into his mouth.

Even drunk, I know that he's doing this to scare me.

Driving like flash, hands off of the wheel.

Me, mindless drunk, doesn't realize that it's not a phrase that needs answering. "What's tomorrow?" I ask quietly.

He smirks but doesn't respond.

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Last night, Draco took me into his shower, bathed me and washed my hair, he put me into his shirt and shorts, tucked me into bed and watched me fall asleep.

I woke up, his soft sheets drowing me.

He's laying beside me, already awake. I sit up.

"Leave me alone." I mumble, turning to the side. He laughs. "I haven't done anything yet."

He pulls me closer and I groan, trying to resist.

"You know I've missed you, hm?" He says, voice awfully soft and thoughtful.

"I thought you would be mad at me." I whisper.

"Oh, I am." My stomach twists.

"You are?" I mumble.

"Zabini? Really? You know that you're so lucky that I didn't run through that crowd and break his fucking face."

I shiver at the thought.

I groan, annoyed when I feel his hands on my waist. "Shhh."

"Draco-"

"I don't wanna hear it." Fuck, he is still angry at me.

He lifts me up, throwing the sheets off of the bed and placing me back down.

He rips the shirt off of me, grinning. I don't have a bra on and so he takes his opportunity to dive in.

Literally. He leaned his head down, still holding my arms up. He sucks my nipples, licking my boob as I moan.

I whine when he bites down lightly, feeling my clit throb with the anticipation.

He lifts his head back up and I whimper as he looks down at what hes done, smirking.

He doesn't say anything when he goes to his bedside table, grabbing some handcuffs.

I bite my lip, nervous as I also see how hard he is. God, that's no joke.

He handcuffs me to the bed as I protest. "I don't need them, please." I beg.

He puts his head back down, his lips smashing onto mine as our tounges dance. He groans into the kiss and I whimper.

He pulls away, biting my lip and I giggling a little.

He slips down the shorts and again, no underwear. He then ties both my legs up and I'm literally under his control.

All tied up, naked infront of my ex-boyfriend. "Draco..." I mumble, blushing.

"Mine. All mine." He says as he slips his boxers down. I'm so wet. I can feel it.

I will never get tired of Draco and the sight he is... really.

And I'll never get tired of the feeling that dominated my body for 2 hours.

Yep, we fucked for two hours and I was dead when he finished inside of me for the last time.

I was trembling head to toe, my hair stuck onto my face because of sweat and ny body bruised.

Oh, but it felt so good.

After he bathed me and I got myself together, we cuddled on his hed while I ate popcorn and we watched a movie.

"What are we now?"

"You were always mine."

"Draco." I insist.

"We're back, baby. I won't fuck up again. I promise. I love you so much it mames my heart ache. You're the only I've ever wanted and the only one I'd ever fight for. Please, take me back?"

I blush, giggling.

"Love ya." I say, munching on popcorn.

He chuckled. "Let's go again to celebrate?'

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