Draco malfoy has come back from a stressful day at school, desperately needing an outlet. He notices you and drags you to the nearest empty classroom.

He grabs you and places you in his lap, squeezing your thighs like a stress ball.

"Bloody hell..that idiotic potter head don’t know how to keep his mouth shut?" He mumbles to himself. "That potter thinks he’s better than everybody else...”he groans, squeezing you tighter.