Where the Line Blurs

Draco Malfoy's POV

The next day, my worst nightmare becomes a logistical oversight.

"Professor Malfoy, Professor Hale—you'll be overseeing the overnight Magical Immersion excursion with the fifth years," McGonagall says, handing us the itinerary. "Unfortunately, the lodging options are limited. You'll have to share the professor's quarters."

I blink. How could they not find a place that had extra rooms? That could accommodate all the children and two- just two more teachers. She gives me a thin, tired look. "You're adults. I expect you'll manage."

When I glance sideways, Vivienne raises a single eyebrow, biting back a smirk like the devil she is.

Brilliant.

As if the entire week hasn't already been a whirlwind of suppressed memory and too-vivid fantasy, now I'm going to be sharing a room with her. Or not sharing, depending how torturous the gods are feeling.

My mind is already conjuring images it shouldn't. Her legs bare. That same flushed look from the bar. Her voice in the dark whispering my name. I press my fingertips into my temple.

This is going to be hell.

And I don't know if I want to be saved from it.

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It's just a room.

That's what I keep telling myself as I twist the old iron key in the lock. Just a room at the inn. Two adults. One night. Professional reasons.

I open the door.

And my heart flatlines.

There's only one bed.

A single, large, very much shared bed—draped in dark green covers that feel oddly judgmental.

Behind me, I hear her soft gasp. I don't turn around because I don't trust my face to behave. I just step aside, letting her in like the gentleman I absolutely am not when it comes to Vivienne Hale.

"We're... sharing a bed?" she says.

"Apparently."

"I thought it was a shared room."

"It is," I murmur. "Just... efficiently shared."

She walks past me, her suitcase in hand, and sets it down beside the armchair with a soft thud. The tension in the air crackles like static. It hums in my chest and in the back of my teeth. I feel it with every step she takes across the room.

I try not to look at the bed.

I fail.

Vivienne turns to me slowly, arms folded, eyebrow raised. "Did you know about this?"

"No." I glance again at the bed like it's a bloody dragon. "But I'm not complaining." Her eyes narrow, but the corner of her mouth lifts — barely. "Malfoy."

"I'm just saying," I shrug, walking over to the window and pretending the sunshine is the most fascinating thing I've ever seen. "I think we can survive a bed."

Can we?

Because I know myself. I know the way her laugh gets under my skin, the way her fingers linger too long when she hands me papers, the way my name sounds when she says it like a secret.

And I know damn well there's no way I'll survive this night without wanting to touch her.

I press my hands into the windowsill and look out into the morning sky.

Please, I think to every god I never believed in. Every ancestor. Every cosmic force that may or may not be watching.

Please don't let nothing happen.

Because if I'm going to spend one night beside her, listening to her breathing and feeling her skin just inches from mine, I'd rather be damned for trying than regret not trying.

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Field trips used to be something I dreaded.

Even as a teenager.

Screaming children. Constant supervision. Magical accidents waiting to happen. But this time?

It's surprisingly easy.

Because of her.

Vivienne moves through the world like it was designed to make room for her. Even here—in the woods, in the mess of fifth-years, chaos, and magical creatures—she commands the air like she's walking a stage. The students love her. She's cracking jokes and asking to conjure harmless illusions just to make them laugh. And Scorpius—Merlin, Scorpius is laughing. That kind of laugh. That open-throated, stomach-holding kind I haven't heard in months.

I want to thank her. I also want to shove her against the nearest tree and kiss her senseless.

I don't.

Not yet.

We make it through the lessons, the campsite dinner, the bonding spells and shielding practice. By nightfall, the kids are tucked in their bunks, and I claim I need a drink before heading to the shared room.

The shared bed.

Truth is, I need distance. A moment to remind myself I'm a professor. That this is a mistake.

One drink turns to two. I take my time.

When I finally make it back to the room, I expect her to be asleep.

She's not.

She's on the bed. One leg stretched out, the other bent at the knee, robes tossed to the side, a hand buried between her thighs. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, chest rising. She doesn't see me at first, and I should turn around, leave, slam the door.

But I don't.

I freeze. And watch.

Her hips roll once, twice. Her mouth opens and then—

"Draco," she breathes.

It isn't a moan. It's a murmur. A plea. A sin made holy by the way she says my name like it belongs to her when she comes. A groan rips from my throat before I can stop it.

She laughs—soft and wicked—and opens her eyes. "You can quit staring," she purrs. "Or you can join." My body reacts faster than my brain. My fists clench at my sides, every muscle screaming yes while my mouth says—

"No." I step forward, jaw tense. "Nothing is going to happen tonight."

"Oh?" she says, licking her fingers slowly, deliberately. "Is that what you told yourself when I made you come in your trousers last time?" She's testing me. Playing with fire.

And I break.

I reach her in two strides, lean down, and capture her mouth with mine. Her fingers fist in my shirt, tugging me closer, and my hands slide up her bare thighs, pressing her back into the mattress.

"Nothing's going to happen," I whisper against her lips. She bites my lower lip, smiling as she pulls. "Liar." I pull away as I feel something poking in between her thighs. "What is-" She grabs it before I can fully comprehend what it is. "Oh" She murmurs innocently, "My dildo" I raise an eyebrow and my fingers betray me and dip into her pussy.

"My vibrating dildo" Her chuckle turns into a raspy moan, head falling back as I finger her. "Nothing is going to happen" I say again. Not sure who for because everything does happen. And it will keep happening if this woman underneath me as much as so says my name in a normal conversation.

"You keep saying that, Malfoy. But that hand of yours seems at home in between my thighs-" She meets my eyes, "And if nothing is going to happen, you can just go to bed. I'll be just fine with my dildo. Won't make much of a difference" I chuckle, dipping my lips to her perky tits. One nipple goes in the mouth and the other pinched at the tip of my fingers.

"Oh, darling. You know I am much... much bigger than that thing in your hand" Her pussy squeezes my fingers as she moans in denial. But her body betrays her, "Ah, so you agree" At the first thrust, her thighs wrap around my waist. My name gasped again and again like a hymn. Her nails down my back. My teeth at her throat. 

I slap her tits as her eyes close, "Eyes on me, if you want to come" Her gaze meets mine as I pull her leg to rest on my shoulder. My teeth bite at her ankle as she squeezes my cock inside her pussy. I let her come for the first time tonight cause there are more to come.

As soon as her breathy voice is done singing my name while she comes, I grab her vibrating device and put it at her clit while still inside her. "Mmm!" She writhes still riding the high of her orgasm. "What are you-" She stops as she feels me squeeze it inside while my cock is busy penetrating her.

"Didn't you say you'd be just fine with this in?" I tease pulling it out as soon as she got adjusted having two cocks buried deep in her, "Ah! You fucking-" And I push it in again as her 'insult' turns into a groan of satisfaction. "Drac-- fuuck!" She moans as I turn on the vibration while it moves inside her.

The vibration pulling me closer to my orgasm too. Her hands grab her tits as I thrust into her, I slap her hand away, "Hands off. I need to watch them bounce at every thrust, pushing you closer to your orgasm" My mouth comes in contact with her nipple as her hands tangle in my hair, tugging every time I increase the vibration speed.

"I'm gonna-" 

"Please, inside me. I want you to come inside me, Draco" She pulls my lips to hers, "Fill me up, Malfoy. So that even when every inch of my body is yours, even the inside of me is marked by you and your cock!"

We don't speak, because there's nothing left to say. The hatred is still there, but it's burning through lust, through heat, through something more dangerous.

Something we'll never admit out loud.

When we finally collapse, breathless and wrecked, I don't say a word.

Because the truth is? 

I don't want to stop.