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Chapter 3

— DREAM —

My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, I was walking down— no, running, feeling someone was chasing after me. Every turn ended by bringing me back to where I just came from. Despite having a bunch of questions running in my mind, there was no time for it now.

I could feel them getting closer and closer the second I stayed put. I can not give up now. Run. Run. Running was all I repeated to myself to survive from whatever or whoever it was. There was nothing else I could do. Suddenly, I felt myself running into something hard. I looked up to see I had hit the wall and it was a dead end. Rubbing my head, their footsteps echoed and each one became louder. They're getting closer.

I figured if I was going to die, I was not going down without a fight. Pushing myself up through all the exhaustion the running had caused me, I stood up in a battle stance. My other hand held my wand just in case my fists would not be enough.

A blinding light made me shut my eyes tight and the presence of my wand in my palm disappeared.

Carefully opening my eyes open, I saw that unforgettable smirk and those familiar eyes. Draco Malfoy.

"Oh. It's just you." I sighed in relief and rolled my eyes as he got closer to me.

Draco did not stop and continued moving forward. His eyes glistened dangerously and he looked like a predator hunting its prey. With each step, he looked determined to catch his prey. In a flash, he pinned my wrists against the wall and stood with one of his legs between mine.

"Draco—" I was cut off by his hand pressed over my mouth.

"I know you want me, Y/N," was all he said before I felt his lips on my neck and his leg rubbing against my core.

He released me and reached both of his hands under my legs, signalling me to jump, which I did without a second thought. It felt too good to let it stop. With my legs around his waist, he roughly slammed me up against the wall. My hands had found their way into his bright blonde hair as he continued to nibble and suck at the soft spot on my exposed neck.

"Draco, please," I whimpered, wanting more of him, no matter how wrong it would've felt to me.

"It's daddy to you, you dirty little slut," he growled as he took his hands and ran them up my thighs.

"Who am I?" he purred.

"Daddy!" I moaned.

"That's right, good girl," he praised me, stroking my cheek and leaning closer to my ear. He whispered, "What do you want from Daddy?"

"Please f**k me, daddy," I breathed out and gave him a pleading look.

"As you wish, baby girl."

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— Y/N POV —

I abruptly sat up in bed. One hand was grabbing my heavily breathing chest and my other was grabbing at the sheets of the bed. It took a few slow seconds for me to process what I had just dreamt and who it was.

I AM NOT A SUBMISSIVE! OH MY— NO! NO! NO! I internally screeched.

"Where are they?!" I loudly asked myself, scanning the rather empty dorm. Grabbing my wand from the desk beside my bed, I cast the tempus spell and a clock appeared.

I was late. Potions Class out of all the other possible ones. No more time for self-pity. I jumped out of bed and swiftly took a quick shower, then changed into a new set of robes. With my books for all my classes for the day in a satchel, I rushed to class.

When I had finally arrived, the area was colder than my last Potions classroom. There was a cauldron on top of the wooden desks for each stool. To the back and sides of the room were shelves and chests of ingredients. I was glad, seeing how the professor was nowhere to be seen. I took my seat, really the only available one, and set aside my things underneath the table.

"Hello, I'm Cedric Diggory!" a tall boy with dark brown, ruffled up hair and soft grey eyes greeted me.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N!" I returned the gesture as warmly as he had done for me.

"You got here just in the nick of time! Professor Snape went to the loo, so you're good," he said, his lips curving upwards almost like he was amused.

"Good to know," I chirped happily.

"Ah, so you must be the new transfer student." A low baritone voice came from the doorway and the entire class went dead silent. "Miss...?"

"Y/N Y/L/N," I finished his sentence.

"Indeed, and it appears you are late," Professor Snape hissed, his cold black tunnel-like eyes staring down at me.

"Actually, sir, I've been here the entire time. Cedric, here you can vouch for me," I calmly rebutted.

The boy in question looked up and was clearly confused for a brief moment until our eyes met and he seemed to get the idea. He gave a firm nod and spoke. "Yes, sir. She is right."

The Professor merely stood there and eyed the two of us, skeptical. He stalked on his way behind the desk and began to discuss potions. I pulled out my potions book, hearing him instruct the entire class to do so. I grabbed out my sketchbook, hiding it behind my book. My hand drew with ease, despite me not being exactly sure what I was drawing in particular.

The greasy-haired man continued to talk and seemed he did not notice at all. Leaning back in my seat a bit, I noticed to my side that Malfoy had his eyes on me. He sneered at me and I did the exact same thing back at him. Still a d**k.

"So, what brings you to Hogwarts, Y/N?" the Hufflepuff boy asked me out of nowhere, putting aside his quill and parchment which were already filled with notes.

Making sure we would not be caught talking to one another, I whispered, "My dad had to switch jobs and he happens to be the new Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor."

"That's brilliant. We definitely need a better defense instructor this year... not to say they're bad, you know, just..."

I was barely able to smother a laugh at him trying to sugarcoat his words.

Not to my surprise, I heard Malfoy making an obvious loud coughing noise which caused Snape to snap his head back at the students. He then instructed, "Be quiet! Before I make any points."

Class went by pretty quickly, I had already finished my sketch when I heard the professor say class was dismissed.

Cedric and I said goodbyes and went opposite directions. I was in favor of a quiet hallway to go through. I put on my headphones and played one of my absolute favorites. I hummed along to it while making my way down.

I was stopped in place and pushed to the side. Someone had a loose grip on my wrist that I recognized. I turned around and saw none other than Draco again. His hands on my wrists, myself up against the wall, and me begging for him. It felt so real I could not simply ignore it no matter how hard I tried.

I removed my headphones and stopped my music. I was able to escape from his grasp and gave an unimpressed eyebrow raised at him.

"Who's attention are you trying to get, looking like you belong in the streets?" Draco spat at me.

"Apparently, I got yours," I replied. Get rid of him like you did yesterday.

"Listen here, Draco," I slowly began. "It has only been two days since we met and you are already obsessed with me. Screw someone else, I'm not your play toy. You. Do. Not. Own. Me."

"Now leave me be, I have to go to tryouts," I said as I put my headphones back on and started walking to the field. Tryouts did not start until later in the day, but I decided I would go early to start practicing.

Once arriving, I dug my hand into my satchel which had an extension charm, having packed my quidditch robes a while back now. I fixed myself up in my outfit and found the broomstick my father had already placed for me in the changing room. Going back outside, the quidditch field was empty just like I wanted it to be. That is when I began to practice for the position of Beater.

"Looks like you need help."

Looking down, I saw Draco. His expression was unclear here, but it was clear he was in gear and presented himself to be an expensive person. His broom was even the latest one. Within seconds, he was on his broom and in front of me.

"Not from you," I snapped.

"I've been playing quidditch probably longer than you have, so if you really want to get that spot, I can assist," he said, his voice so full of hope.

Whether there was an ulterior motive or not, I really wanted to get that position. I sighed. "Fine."

He flew over to the third and tallest ring. Not too far from here, I could see him smirking. He shouted, "Give it your best shot, Y/L/N!"

The two of us practiced for a while and I was even forced to admit that he had the skills needed to be a good player. I even learned some techniques from him. We had to stop when it started to rain down on us.

"Come on! It's time to go!" I yelled at him over the loud rain.

"Fine!" he yelled back.

I was moving towards the ground when my gloves lost their grip on the broom and I was certain I was about to slip off it. I barely had a grip on the broom with the tip of my finger. I lost my grip and waited to slam into the wet ground but I never felt it.

"You alright?" Draco questioned.

All I did was nod before he landed the broom. The rain was still pouring and we were both soaking wet. I went into the changing room in a hurry. Just as I pulled my overlarged t-shirt over my head and my wet shorts down, I heard the door open.

"Someone's in here," I announced loudly.

I honestly did not give a f**k if anyone saw me because I was not insecure about my body.

"Damn," was all I heard.

I turned and saw Draco staring at me. After all, I was only standing there in my black bra and underwear.

"What? Never seen a girl as hot as me?" I laughed with a cheeky grin.

"Oh s**t, here." He threw something at me. It was a t-shirt and sweatpants.

I looked at him confused as I held it up, revealing the name Malfoy on the back.

"Damn, Draco. I already have you wrapped around my finger. I have your clothes and everything. I've only known you for two days." I smirked.

"You're wrong, you don't have me wrapped around your fingers," Draco simply stated.

"Oh, is that so?" I asked him and he gave a stiff nod in return.

I slowly made my way over to him and placed my palm on his chest. Our bodies were only inches apart. I slowly leaned up to whisper in his ear. "What if I told you I wanted you? That I wanted you to f**k me right here?" I purred, slowly placing kisses down his jawline.

Draco quickly grabbed my throat and switched positions with me. I ended up so close to his face that all I could see was the darkness in his eyes.

"Don't f**k with me, Y/N," he growled.

I slowly ran my hands down his sides and stopped at his belt area. His breath hitched. Once again, I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I am not a submissive, Draco." Before spinning us back around, having my hand around his throat. The bulge in his pants was now visible. I looked down, then back at him with a mischievous smirk on my face.

"Looks like my job is done here," I said, releasing him and throwing the t-shirt and sweats on. I grabbed my stuff and left him behind unsatisfied.

I heard him whisper something as the door closed. "s**t," was all he said, a broad smirk displayed on his face.

— Draco's POV —

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll get you back," I whispered, fixing my pants and robe to make my bulge not noticeable. I then headed back to the dorms. It was on.