Take It Out On Me

Draco stormed through the corridors of Hogwarts, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. The events of the day had left him seething with rage, he got into a fight with Harry Potter that had left both of them bruised and bloodied.

As he reached the Slytherin dormitory, Draco slammed the door shut behind him, his chest heaving with exertion as he tried to calm the storm raging inside him. But the memory of his altercation with Potter lingered, fueling the flames of his fury until he could barely contain it.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and before Draco could respond, (Y/N) entered, her presence a welcome distraction from his turmoil. But as he turned to face her, he could see the concern etched in her features, her eyes searching his for answers.

"What happened, Draco?" she asked softly, her voice filled with empathy as she took in his disheveled appearance.

Draco clenched his fists, his anger threatening to boil over once more as he recounted the events of the day—the taunts, the insults, the blows exchanged in a fit of reckless abandon. "Potter," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "He just can't leave well enough alone."

(Y/N) listened in silence, her heart aching for Draco as he poured out his frustrations. And as he spoke, she felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, a primal urge to feel his anger and dominance in any way she could. 

Without a word, (Y/N) moved closer, her gaze locked with Draco's as she whispered seductively in his ear, "Take it out on me."