Draco‘s left hand was tangled into your curls, tilting your head back, his right hand gripping your chin and squishing your soft cheeks as he peppered open mouthed kisses over your face, along your jawline, cheekbones and occasionally your lips.

„Damn Potter pissed me off today..“ He mumbled against your lips, his thumb brushing over your saliva coated lower lip. He said his name like it was a damn disease.

Draco wasn‘t close to many people, especially one‘s that weren‘t in Slytherin. You were one of the few he could actually tolerate, to the point where he would randomly pull your into a dark corner or make you meet up with him so he could kiss you, it never went further than that tho.