Chapter 36 - kiss*

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TW: Underage drinking & Slight sexual content
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The Slytherin common room was alive with the sounds of celebration. The air buzzed with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses as the students revelled in their victory. Green and silver banners hung from the walls, and the Quidditch Cup gleamed on a table in the center of the room, a symbol of their hard-earned triumph.

Iris found herself in the midst of the crowd, a glass of Firewhiskey in hand, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her veins. The euphoria of the day still lingered, and she couldn't help but smile as she watched her friends celebrate. Blaise and Theo were reenacting some of their best moments from the match, playfully arguing over who had been the most crucial to their victory, while Pansy laughed at their antics, her cheeks flushed from the drinks.

The room was filled with students lounging on the plush sofas, perched on armchairs, and leaning against the walls, all in various states of inebriation. The scent of Firewhiskey and Butterbeer mingled with the faint, smoky aroma of something stronger being passed around in a circle near the fireplace. The atmosphere was heady and electric, a perfect storm of triumph and indulgence.

Iris leaned back against the armrest of a sofa, her gaze drifting across the room until it landed on Draco. He was standing near the Quidditch Cup, surrounded by a group of students who were congratulating him on his performance as Seeker and captain. His hair was tousled, and he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, clearly enjoying the attention.

As if sensing her gaze, Draco looked up and met Iris's eyes from across the room. The intensity of his stare sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly took another sip of her drink, trying to steady herself.

Before she could fully process what was happening, a few of Draco's friends playfully pushed him onto a coffee table in the center of the room, urging him to make a speech. He stumbled slightly but caught himself, laughing as he stood tall, holding the Quidditch Cup high above his head. The room erupted into cheers, and Draco's smirk widened, his eyes never leaving Iris's.

"Here's to Slytherin!" Draco shouted, his slightly raspy voice carrying over the noise. "And to the best fucking Quidditch team Hogwarts has ever seen!"

The room roared in approval, students raising their glasses and echoing his toast. Iris couldn't help but grin, raising her own glass in response. The energy in the room was infectious, and she felt herself being swept up in the celebration, the alcohol loosening her inhibitions.

Draco's eyes locked onto hers again, and this time, there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze. The noise around them seemed to fade as he dropped the cup onto the table and jumped down, landing lightly on his feet. Without a second thought, he made his way through the crowd, his focus solely on Iris.

Her heart raced as he approached, her breath catching in her throat. There was something about the way he was looking at her, something that made her pulse quicken and her stomach flutter. And then he was in front of her, close enough that she could smell the faint scent of Firewhiskey on his breath, mingled with something uniquely him.

Before she could say anything, before she could even think, Draco reached out and cupped her face in his hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. His eyes searched hers for a brief moment, as if seeking permission, but there was no hesitation in the way he leaned in and captured her lips with his.

The kiss was intense, filled with the passion and energy of the night. Iris's eyes fluttered shut as she melted into him, her hands instinctively reaching up to grip his arms. The world around them seemed to disappear, the noise of the party fading into the background as the only thing that mattered was the feel of Draco's lips on hers.

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He kissed her like he'd been waiting for this moment for a long time, his hands sliding from her face to her waist, pulling her closer. Iris responded in kind, her heart pounding in her chest as she returned the kiss with equal fervour. There was a hunger in the way they kissed, a need that had been building for weeks, and now that the dam had broken, there was no going back.

The cheers and laughter of their fellow Slytherins barely registered as they lost themselves in each other. Time seemed to stand still, the only thing that mattered was the feel of Draco's body pressed against hers, the way his lips moved against hers, the way he made her feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in a long time.

Finally, they broke apart, both of them breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other's. Draco's eyes were dark with desire as he looked at her, his thumb brushing lightly over her cheek.

"Iris," he murmured, his voice low and husky, filled with a mixture of need and something else she couldn't quite place.

Iris opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. Her heart was still racing, her mind a whirl of emotions she wasn't sure how to untangle. But one thing was clear: she wanted this, wanted him. And for once, she was going to allow herself to follow that desire.

With a newfound boldness that she hadn't realised she possessed, Iris took Draco's hand and led him through the crowded common room. The noise of the party faded into the background as they made their way towards the staircase that led to the dormitories. No one paid them any mind, too caught up in their own celebrations to notice the two of them slipping away.

As they reached the door to her private dorm room, Iris's heart pounded in her chest, but she pushed the nerves aside. She turned to face Draco, who was watching her with an intensity that made her breath catch in her throat.

Without a word, she opened the door and pulled him inside, the tension between them palpable. The door closed behind them with a soft click, and for a moment, they just stood there, the weight of the moment settling over them.

Then, with a sudden, almost desperate need, Draco closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers once more. The kiss was more intense than before, fuelled by the shared knowledge of what was about to happen. Iris responded eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with everything she had.

They stumbled towards the couch, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol and the adrenaline coursing through their veins. Iris could feel the heat of Draco's body against hers, the way his hands roamed over her back, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough.

Draco spun them around for him to sit down with Iris on his lap, breaking the kiss. In that moment, there was no need for words—their shared desire hung heavy in the air, a palpable force that seemed to draw them together like magnets. With a trembling hand, Iris reached out to trace the sharp line of Draco's jaw, his perfect features, her touch feather-light yet charged with electricity as their chests rose in breathless unison.

Iris's breath caught in her throat as she felt Draco's lips on hers once more, the kiss deepening with each passing moment. She melted into his touch, cool hands touching every bit of exposed skin, losing herself in the intoxicating sensation of his lips against hers, the world around them fading into oblivion. His cold, ring clad hands traveled to her waist pulling her impossibly closer while pushing her body down onto his hips, his desire evident beneath her, as her warm hands landed on his chest.

A quiet grunt left Draco's lips from the motion as his lips peppered sloppy kisses down Iris's jaw, below her ear and onto her neck, earning a sharp exhale of his name from the girl "Draco", her head lulling backwards at the new sensation as his kisses became deeper, more fierce. She moved her hips against his lap in an attempt to get closer, unable to stay still from the overwhelming feeling.

He groaned and his grip tightened on her hips, keeping her still. "God Iris, you can't do that to me" he whispered feverishly, breathlessly, against her skin, sending shivers down her body. She looked at him questioningly though she could only slightly make out his facial expressions in the dark. "How am I ever supposed to stop kissing you if you do that?" He spoke again, returning to kiss along the expanse of iris's neck, soft gasps escaping her lips with each caress.

His hands caressed her face, guiding her lips back towards his, kissing her more fiercely this time as her hands glided up to and across his shoulders, ultimately getting lost in his hair. Using that as leverage she gently tugged his head backwards as he groaned, giving her access to his neck as she mimicked what he did a few seconds prior, kissing, sucking, biting and kissing again. His breaths became shorter with each kiss, with each motion of her body against his, while his hands explored her, moving down her waist, over hips, down her thighs, towards her knees and back up again, finding their place under the hem of his quidditch jersey.

"Fuck Iris" was all he said before his grip on her upper thighs tightened, making a soft moan escape her lips. "You're driving me crazy" he rested his forehead against hers with his words.

They both stayed quiet in the few following moments, catching their breath, thinking about what passed between them. "We should stop..." he whispered in hesitation. Iris was taken aback by his words, did she do something wrong? Did he not want this... did he not want her?

"I want us both to be sober" his quite words felt like a caress against her skin, along with the lazy shapes he drew with his hands over her thighs "I want you to crave me like I crave you, and not just because you're drunk." He paused, taking a deep breath before moving to whisper closer to her ear "I want you to be sober so that you can remember exactly how good I can make you feel"

In that moment Iris Riddle knew one thing, even through the blaze of sensations and the sway of the drinks she had, Draco Malfoy craved her.

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