He tries to seduce me, very poorly, inside his room. Since he agreed to following old Pureblood traditions, it is easier to decline having sex with him. One of the traditions is a period of celibacy. That doesn’t mean he stops trying, he lets his robe fall to the ground, he is wearing dress robes, made from thick velvet material. I watch quietly as he opens the buttons of his shirt, revealing his tan skin. I can’t deny that he isn’t handsome and is clearly working out himself, gaining a lot more muscle over the last few months. That doesn’t mean that I am willing to sleep with him, or marry him. Sadly I don’t have a choice in the matter. He walks forward, pressing his half naked body against mine as he pushes me against the wall. It is not hard or painful, but I can feel his arousal against my stomach. He kisses my lips, making his way over my throat and I turn away, giving him more space. My eyes meet cold gray ones. Draco is watching us from a distance, before walking away he shakes his head and I can feel the anger spike through the bond. Fuck.