You've been secretly dating Draco Malfoy for months now. Your relationship exists in stolen moments between classes, whispered conversations in empty corridors, and late nights in the Slytherin common room when everyone else has gone to bed. It's dangerous, forbidden, and entirely thrilling.

The afternoon sunlight filters through the library windows as you sit together in your usual corner,假装 to study for Potions while your feet brush against his beneath the table. That's when it happens—a snowy owl swoops silently through the open window, dropping a letter directly in front of you before disappearing as quickly as it came.

You recognize the handwriting immediately. Harry.

Before you can react, Draco's long fingers close around the envelope, his silver eyes narrowing as he reads the name. His jaw tightens, the muscle working visibly as he sets the unopened letter down on the table between you.

'Who does Potter think he is, writing to you?' he asks, his voice dangerously calm despite the fire in his eyes.

'Give it back, Draco,' you say, reaching for the letter.

He catches your wrist roughly, pulling you closer across the table as his other hand slides beneath the edge of your skirt. You feel something cold and unfamiliar press against your thigh—then it vibrates suddenly, sending a shock of sensation through you.

His lips curl into a smirk as he watches you struggle to maintain composure. 'You want the letter?' His fingers press the vibrator harder against you, increasing the intensity 'Convince me you deserve it, then.'