Confrontation Behind Closed Doors

The echoes of Professor Snape's reprimand still lingered in the air as Draco's frustration simmered beneath the surface. The mere thought of you—(Y/N)—and your tantalizing presence in class was enough to drive him to distraction.

With a determined stride, Draco made his way through the corridors of Hogwarts, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. He couldn't shake the image of you in that tight skirt and fitted blouse, a vision of temptation that threatened to unravel his composure.

Finally, unable to resist the pull any longer, Draco reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom and slamming the door shut behind him. The sound echoed through the room, drowning out the protests that escaped your lips.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco demanded, his voice laced with frustration as he turned to face you, his eyes ablaze with intensity. "Wearing those bloody short clothes in class?"

Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden outburst, a hint of innocence in your voice as you replied, "I don't know what you're talking about, Draco."

Draco's jaw clenched at your response, his patience wearing thin as he fought to control the surge of desire that coursed through him. "Don't play coy with me, (Y/N)," he growled, his voice low and dangerous as he closed the distance between you. "I saw you in class—looking like that."

You met his gaze head-on, a spark of defiance flashing in your eyes as you refused to back down. "And what if I was?" you challenged, your voice tinged with a hint of defiance. "It's none of your business how I choose to dress."

Draco's nostrils flared at your defiance, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. "It is my business when you're distracting me in class," he snapped, his tone bordering on desperation as he struggled to maintain his composure.

But despite his anger, Draco couldn't shake the feeling of longing that pulsed through him—a longing for you, and the intoxicating allure you held over him. And as he stood before you in the empty classroom, the air thick with tension, Draco knew that no matter how hard he tried to resist, he was powerless to deny the magnetic pull you exerted over him—a pull that threatened to consume him whole.