"Lavender, please come over?" she begged into the phone. Lavender sighed, and rubbed her forehead. Genieva was sure a pain in the ass sometimes.
"Genie, I don't have the time right now. You know I have work and such…" She said, and Genie sighed.
"I know, I know. I just wish you would tell me what your oh-so-secret work is. You're driving me mad, you know," she said, her voice sarcastic as always. Lavender rolled her eyes.
"How many times to I have to tell you? I'm not gay. I fancy guys. I don't fancy girls." Genie sighed holding in her laughter: Lavender had been right, it was still funny.
Genieva Smith was a half-blood but not the regular kind she was half witch half Elfish for her tall height she was a nice girl Lavender had gotten to know her after she started working as an auror. She was a nice girl. Persistent, but nice. She didn't know anything much about muggles, since Lavender did her best to keep her out of it. She didn't need her interfering, so it was for the best. Besides, Muggles weren't supposed to know about the Wizarding world.
"I know you are. But I'm bored, Lavender darling. Please come over?" she begged, and Lavender sighed loudly. She wouldn't let her go before she said yes.
"Okay, I'll come over. But I can't stay for long," she warned, and deserved a happy shriek from Genie.
"Oh, that's okay! I just want to meet you, that's all!" she said happily, and Lavender had to grin. She had to be around people all the time, and she talked a lot when she was. She could be annoying, but she did have many friends, Lavender loved her like a sister. She had helped her a lot in the Magic world, without asking awkward questions about her work or friends, or the strange things in her house. She just asked her to leave it, and then she did.
"I'll be right over, bye," she said acceptingly, before she hung up. She sighed – again – and walked out the door.
"There you are!" Genie said happily, before she pulled Lavender into a tight hug. Lavender hugged her back, and felt that she was shaking.
"Genie, why are you shaking?" she asked, surprised. Genie swallowed, and took a step back. She bit her lip, and looked at the window. Lavender grabbed her chin, and forced her to look at her. She looked frightened.
"No reason." She tried to cover it up with a smile, but Lavender held her chin firmly.
"Genieva, I know you're lying." She sighed, and moved her eyes to the window again.
"There's this guy… he's been walking up and down this street for a few days, mumbling things without meaning. He looks like shit: I'm not even sure which color his hair has! Well, I was scared he'd might try to do something, so I asked him if he could please go away… and then he sneered at me, and said something which didn't make sense at all." Lavender dropped her chin. It could be just a normal Muggle hobo, but if he was chanting things that didn't make sense to Genie, it could might as well be a wizard on the run. A Death Eater.
"When was this?" he asked shortly, and Genie looked at the watch around her wrist.
"About two hours ago. I think he's still there. I called you to see if you could help me. Do you mind checking it out for me?" she pleaded, and Lavender smiled grimly at her.
"I have to. I can't let anyone hurt my Bud." Genie smiled, and let go of her wrist, which she had been holding since she hugged her.
"Thanks, Lav." Lavender turned around, and walked out the door, grabbing a flash-light from the table beside the door. She preferred using lumos when she needed light, but she couldn't use her wand around Muggles. And there were a lot of Muggles around her now. She walked down the stairs, and headed upwards, pointing the flashlight anywhere.
She had been pacing the street for a few minutes, when someone came walking towards her. Lavender narrowed her green eyes, and pointed the flashlight at the person.
"Bloody Muggle, get away from me!" the shabby person sneered, hiding his face with his hands. Lavender sighed: so it was a wizard. She'd think it was a Death Eater, but this person just looked like a pathetic, alcoholic wizard. Probably one of the purebloods that had fallen apart when Lord Voldemort was killed. Lavender drew her wand, just in case, and took a few steps closer to the person.
"I am not a Muggle," she said softly, showing the person his wand. The stranger was still hiding his face, so Lavender couldn't see anything else than his awfully dirty hair, and his haunted, gray eyes. When Lavender stepped closer, so that the person could see her more clearly, his gray eyes widened in surprise and shock. He stumbled back, and Lavender furred her brows. Had she done something?
"Don't be afraid, I'll help you," Lavender tried, but the person just shot her a vicious glare.
"I don't need your help, get away," he mumbled, now trying to run away. But Lavenders hand shot forward, and grabbed his arm.
"I can't let you stay here, I'm sorry. I'll take you to the ministry-" The person interrupted her by snapping away his arm, and dropping the cloth that covered his face. Even though his face was covered in dirt, Lavender could still recognize that sneer, those hateful gray eyes, and that pointy nose…
"Malfoy?" she screamed, dropping the flashlight and stumbling back. Malfoy sneered, but didn't try to run away. He just stood where he was, his arms crossed over his chest. Lavender refound her balance, and picked up the flashlight. She pointed the flashlight at him, and Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
"Don't point that thing at me," he sneered, and Lavender couldn't understand how she hadn't recognized the voice earlier. She turned the flashlight off, and stepped closer, so that she could see Malfoy even in the dark.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Lavender asked, her voice silent. Malfoy just huffed: he wasn't going to answer. Lavender sighed. She grabbed Malfoy's arm, who jumped and tried to break free.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" he shouted, and Lavender pulled him with her.
"You look like shit, you moron. And you can't stay here: you're scaring the Muggles." Malfoy mumbled something, and Lavender came closer.
"What?" Malfoy sighed, and stopped struggling.
"Fine. Where are you taking me?" Lavender pulled him with her, towards Genie's house. She had to tell her she was leaving, or she'd be scared out of her mind.
"Home. But first, I have to talk to my friend. She's the one who told me about you." Malfoy picked up a quicker pace, so that he was walking beside Lavender.
"Is she the annoying Half-Blood who's talking all the time?" Lavender shot him a deadly glare, and the blond – though you couldn't see it now – pulled his shoulders. Lavender sighed, and walked up the stairs, still holding Malfoy's dirty arm. She opened the door, and was greeted by Genie's shriek.
"Did you find him? Oh…" she said, stopping in the doorway. She was staring at Malfoy, who looked like he was ready to kill. Lavender sighed, and rubbed her temple with her free hand. She didn't need all this right now.
"Yes, I found him. I- he's an old… I know him," Lavender said at last, and Genie nodded. She was still staring wide-eyed at the filthy man beside Lavender, not blinking once.
"I'll take him with me home. I just came by to tell you," Lavender said, her voice tired. Genie nodded, and ran over to give her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then Lavender turned around, and pulled Malfoy with her. They walked down the street, until they came to a deserted area, where Lavender could take Malfoy in a side-along Apparation.
They arrived in front of Lavenders house, both exhausted. Lavender was tired after working for days, while Malfoy was tired after… well, Lavender didn't know what Malfoy had been doing. After Voldemort was killed, the Malfoy family had disappeared totally. Everyone assumed that they were killed: even Lavender. She had felt a slight pain in her chest for losing a person she had been fighting with for so long. Ever since the first trip to Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had been Harry's and hers arch nemesis. They had been fighting for years, and it had just gotten worse. So when Malfoy disappeared, Lavender had felt both relived and sad.
"Come on," Lavender mumbled, pulling Malfoy with her. The other man yelped, but followed without a word. This made Lavender curious beyond compare: four years before, the last time Lavender had met the youngest of the Malfoy's at school, he would never let Lavender boss him around in any way, not even if it could save his life. But now, Malfoy followed without a word, he even let Lavender hold his arm.
Lavender decided not to think about it. Instead, she locked them into her house, and told Malfoy to take off his shoes. When she said this, Malfoy just stopped, and stared at Lavender. Lavender stared back, before she looked down at Malfoy's feet. No shoes, no socks, just bare skin. Her mouth formed an 'o', before she looked back up at Malfoy. Hurt was visible in his eyes, and Lavender swallowed.
"Well, come on in. I'll let you take a shower, and then I'll find some of Harry's old clean clothes for you." Malfoy nodded, and let Lavender guide him into the bathroom. Lavender pointed at the shower, and then at the lockets under the sink.
"Towels are in there." Malfoy stared at her for a long time, before he nodded. It was as if the anger he had showed earlier just disappeared. Lavender stopped too, and looked at him.
"What?" she asked, and Malfoy turned around.
"Nothing." And then he started to undress, so Lavender hurried out. She walked into the living room, and sat down in her favorite chair, head in hands. She had walked around for three years, thinking that Malfoy was dead. And then he showed up in a Muggle street, dirty and without hope. He looked like he was ready to lie down and die any moment. Lavender felt relived: if she hadn't found him, that might've been what would've happened. And even if she hated Malfoy's guts, she couldn't find it in her heart to wish for him to die.
Half an hour went by, and the water was still pouring down in the bathroom. Malfoy was dirty, but now Lavender was getting impatient: she wanted some answers. So she got to her feet, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Malfoy? Are you there?" she shouted. No answer. She knocked again, and still he didn't answer. Lavender groaned, and rubbed her temples again. She was getting a headache. She carefully pushed the door open, and looked inside.
Malfoy was sitting on the floor in the shower, his back in the corner and his knees drawn up to his chest, hiding his privates. He was resting his forehead on his knees, and water was pouring down his once again white-blonde hair. Lavender swallowed, and stepped inside. She couldn't let him stay like this: he'd drown himself.
"Malfoy, you have to get up," Lavender said softly, but Malfoy didn't respond. Lavender walked closer, and sat down on her knees in front of him. She stroke away the man's hair, which now reached his elbows, if Lavender had to guess, and tried to force his head up.
"Malfoy, please. Look at me." Malfoy slowly lifted his head, and looked at Lavender with his gray eyes.
"What do you want for helping me?" he said, something that shocked Lavender. Did he really think she'd make Malfoy pay in some way for rescuing him?
"I don't want anything. Just finish up here and then we'll talk." Malfoy just shook his head, and hid his face in his arms again.
"No, I don't want to. Just let me drown here or something. You don't care anyways." Lavender sighed, and got to her feet. She grabbed Malfoy's shoulders, and pulled him up standing.
"I do so care. Don't think I'm still holding old school-grudges against you. Now, I'll help you clean yourself up, and then you'll rest: you're not ready for any questions right now." Malfoy stared at him, face blank. Lavender sighed, and reached for the soap behind Malfoy's back. Lavender clothes were soaked by now, since she was standing halfway under the shower. Lavender squeezed some of the liquid into her palm, then she rubbed it over Malfoy's shoulders and chest. The blond was staring at her, his eyes wide.
"Why are you being so nice to me? I thought you'd be disappointed when you found out I was alive." Lavender had turned Malfoy around, and was now rubbing his back. His skin was still as white as ever, but he was a lot skinnier than he had been. Lavender guessed he hadn't been eating very well lately. She felt her heart tighten in compassion. This wasn't the same boy she had been fighting with since first grade. This was a man who needed her help, but was too proud to ask for it. But she had also lost some of her old pride: he simply didn't care what happened to him.
"Because you're not the person I hated." It was a simple answer, which didn't give any room for new questions, so Malfoy didn't ask. Lavender looked at his long, unruly hair, and sighed.
"I'll have to cut your hair." Malfoy just nodded, so Lavender turned around to find a scissor.
It took some time to get Malfoy's hair straight, but when she managed, it looked just like it had looked like before. Without the hair gel, of course. He still looked like he could use some food and a good night's sleep, but he did look a lot better. When Lavender had finished him up, she wrapped him in a towel, and took a step back. She found it hard to hold back a laugh.
Malfoy looked like a child, wrapped in a huge towel from the top of his head to his knees. His thin legs looked even thinner now, and Lavender had to let out a little laugh.
"What?" Malfoy asked, his voice grumpy.
"I'm sorry. You just… you look a bit like a child," Lavender giggled, holding one hand over her mouth. Malfoy sent her a deathly glare, and Lavender burst into laugh. The old Malfoy she knew was back, and she could do nothing but laugh. When she had finished her laughing fit, she looked at Malfoy again, who still looked like a grumpy child who didn't get chocolate. Lavender smiled, and opened the bathroom door, shaking a bit when the cold air hit her wet clothes.
"Come on, you can sit in the living room while I go up and get those clothes," Lavender said, and Malfoy nodded. He followed Lavender into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa, pulling his feet up under him. Lavender opened her mouth to say something, when the doorbell rang. She swore, and ran out to open it. She didn't even think about her wet clothes.
"Yeah?" she said, opening the door. Hermione stared at her, unable to speak. She held a hand over her pregnant stomach, while the other was holding a plastic bag with food. She knew that Lavender was very busy lately, so she often brought her food. She raised an eyebrow at her clothes.
"I know that you've been busy lately Lavender, but you should take the time to take off your clothes before you shower." Lavender blushed, and rubbed the back of her neck.
"Uhm, well… I'll go change now, just… just wait here, okay?" she said, after thinking a little. Malfoy wouldn't say anything, and if Hermione just stayed in the hallway, Lavender wouldn't have to explain things just yet.
"Sure. You run and get some dry clothes on, and then you'll tell me why you've been in the shower with your clothes on. Or whatever you have been doing." Lavender gave her a weak smile, before she ran back to her bathroom. She quickly found some dry clothes, and walked back to the hallway. It was empty. She felt her heartbeat speed up, and she ran into the living room, where Malfoy was sat… talking to Hermione.
"So… what are you going to do now?" Hermione said, as if nothing had happened and she just met Malfoy at the shop where he had been working for four years. Though that wasn't the fact. Lavender swallowed, and walked towards them. Malfoy shot her a glance, then he looked back at Hermione, who was smiling at Lavender.
"Hey, Lavender. You didn't tell me you found Draco, and that he's alive." Lavenders eyes widened in surprise. She had called him Draco. His first name. She couldn't remember a single time she had done that. Malfoy was staring at her, with good reason.
"Well… you know now," Lavender said, feeling awkward. Hermione smiled, and stood up.
"Yes, I do. Oh well, I'll leave you two alone, goodbye," she said, and with that, she left. All of it – from Hermione arriving and to Hermione leaving – had happened so fast, Lavender barely had time to process it. Malfoy was still sitting in the sofa, though, with the towel around his body. He was staring at Lavender, wide eyed, and Lavender sighed, before sitting down.
"I'll ask you to tell me everything tomorrow, okay? Now you're going to bed," the black short haired girl said, and Malfoy nodded. He followed Lavender when he got to his feet, and they both walked upstairs, and into Lavenders bedroom.
"You can borrow my bed. I'm sleeping on the sofa." Malfoy nodded, but didn't move. Lavender stared at him, face blank. Then she blushed. Malfoy didn't have any underwear or pajamas. She made her way over to her closet, and found a clean pair of boxers, and a pajama shirt he could borrow from a box of old clothes. She tossed it over to him, and turned around to let him get dressed. When he had finished, Lavender turned back, and once again, she had to hide her laugh behind her hand. Harry's boxers were too big for Malfoy, at least around his legs, so he looked ridiculous, and the shirt – which was too big for Harry – was way too big for Malfoy's thin frame.
If Malfoy had been anyone else than Malfoy, Lavender would've though he was incredibly cute. But it was Malfoy, and even if he wasn't the same person as he was before, he was Her old arch nemesis, and she couldn't think things like that about him. Her thoughts were interrupted by Malfoy's shout:
"Will you stop laughing at me? I'm tired of people laughing at me, telling me I'm crap! And you even had the guts to say that you didn't hold any grudges against me anymore, ha! You're just like you were before, you're just waiting for an opportunity to… to… to do whatever you used to do back in school!" Lavenders jaw dropped open. Malfoy looked like he was going to jump at her and attack her, scratch out her eyes and break her neck, or something like that. Lavender actually backed away one step, and Malfoy groaned loudly, before he turned around and hid his face in his hands. He was making some strange sounds, as if he tried growling and sobbing at the same time.
"Malfoy, I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing that way. You just looked funny, and-" Lavender started, but was interrupted by the pillow Malfoy had sent flying in her direction. It hit her head, and she stumbled backwards. Malfoy huffed, and turned around again. He was once again acting like a spoiled brat – or a betrayed woman.
"Seriously, Malfoy. I wasn't laughing at you because I find you amusing." Malfoy just growled, and Lavender came closer, fully aware of what angry people could do if they just wanted to. But Malfoy didn't move, so Lavender just came closer and closer, until she could place on hand on his shoulder.
"Go away," Malfoy sneered, and Lavender rolled her eyes, though Malfoy couldn't see it, since he had his back against Lavender.
"Will you even consider listening to me? If I was out to get you in some way, I'd just called the Ministry and let them fix it up. After what I've learned about them, they'd write it everywhere, if they knew that you were alive. But instead, I took you home, and now I'll have some serious thinking to do to keep you away from the Ministry for a while, at least. You're not ready to defend yourself, but you will be. I will make sure of it." When Malfoy turned around, Lavender was expecting something like him telling her to fuck off, or a smack in the face. What she didn't expect, was Malfoy placing his hands on her cheeks, and kissing her forcefully. Lavender backed away, and Malfoy followed, pushing her on the bed while kissing her again and again.
"What the fuck Malfoy?" Lavender said, as she pushed the thin man away from her lips. There was a hunger in his eyes, something resembling a wild animal, and he pushed Lavender down again. Lavender couldn't believe he was this strong.
"I haven't had anyone in four years, Potter. Just because you are you doesn't mean I won't let a chance for some sex slip away." Lavenders eyes widened in shock, but she couldn't find it in her to push Malfoy away when he once again pressed his lips to Lavenders. A soft tongue slipped over her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, letting Malfoy in.
Malfoy's hands were soft as they slipped under Lavenders shirt, burning on her cold skin. Lavender arched her back into Malfoy's touch, and the blond gripped her hips, holding her still. Lavender grunted, displeased, and Malfoy bit her lip hard.
"What did you do that for?" Lavender mumbled, running her hands up and down the blonde's body. Malfoy purred, and kissed her neck.
"To stop you from moving." Lavender growled, and grabbed Malfoy's waist, and flipped him around. If she just stopped being a wimp, she was stronger than the man who was now beneath her. Lavender grinned down at him, and kissed him, opening his shirt again. Malfoy bit her tongue when Lavender slipped it past his lips, before he pushed his own tongue inside Lavender mouth, sucking up the blood he had drawn.
"Will you please behave?" Lavender sneered, as they broke the kiss. Malfoy smirked at her, and at that moment, he looked so much like his old self, Lavender was wondering what the fuck she was doing.
"I don't like being bossed around, Potter. You should know that." Lavender growled, and ripped off Malfoy's shirt, attaching her lips to his white chest. Malfoy moaned loudly, and grabbed Lavender short hair. His rock-hard erection was rubbing against Lavenders stomach, and Lavender felt herself getting just as aroused as the blonde beneath her.
"Damn it, Potter, I'm not a girl! I don't need foreplay," Malfoy panted, yanking at Lavenders hair. And with that, Lavender ripped off Malfoy's boxers which were really hers, before she stood up, straddling Malfoy's hips and ripping off her own clothes. It didn't took more than a minute or so before Lavender too was naked, and they were once again kissing.
Lavender was twenty years old and a virgin. Obviously, Malfoy wasn't, so Lavender was not planning on telling him so. She knew how sex worked, she wasn't completely brainless, but she wasn't sure if she would do it right. He was supposed to be inside HER, he might hurt her. And even if she still had that old, rotten feeling of hate somewhere inside her heart, she didn't want to hurt the man.
But Malfoy noticed that Lavender was hesitating, and flipped them over again.
"If you're going to keep on acting like the girl you are, this is the best solution anyways." Lavender swallowed, and nodded, letting Malfoy put three fingers inside his mouth to soak them in salvia. Then he brought them down to Lavender opening, and pressed one inside, quickly pulling it back and forth. Lavender gasped at the intrusion, and clenched her eyes shut. Malfoy didn't wait for her to adjust – he probably didn't expect Lavender to be a virgin – but showed another finger inside, making the pain worse. Lavender realized that she had to relax to make the pain go away, and bit her lip to force herself into relaxing.
It wasn't as hard as she thought it would be, especially not when Malfoy hit a bundle of nerves inside her, which made her gasp out and arch her back. Malfoy smirked, and added another finger. Lavender kept her face blank, as she forced herself to relax again.
"There," Malfoy mumbled, and pulled out his fingers. Lavender made a displeased sound: the fingers felt too good. But she shut up when Malfoy grabbed her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. He grabbed his erection, and positioned it on Lavender prepared entrance, before he pushed in roughly.
The pain was so complex, so intense, Lavender felt tears run down her cheeks. Malfoy had his eyes closed, so he couldn't see this, and Lavender kept herself from screaming out. She placed one hand over her mouth, and squeezed her eyes shut, doing her best to ignore the pain. She couldn't understand how anyone could find pleasure in this.
Soon, it became a dull pain, which throbbed forcefully in Lavender lower back and abdomen as Malfoy moved. Lavender had just managed to relax, as Malfoy picked up a quicker and harder pace, slamming into her with such force, it drew a strangled cry from Lavender throat. Malfoy opened his eyes, and stopped abruptly.
"Oh, Merlin," he mumbled, and bent down, removing Lavenders hand from her mouth and kissing her carefully.
"I'm… sorry," Lavender said, her voice thick with pain. Malfoy sighed, and pulled out of her. The brunette yelped, and turned over to her side to try and dull the pain. Malfoy rolled off her, and pulled her into an embrace.
"Merlin Potter! You have to tell me if you're a virgin! Do you have any idea how much I could've hurt you?" Lavender growled, and refused to look at Malfoy. This was just too embarrassing. The blond sighed, and nuzzled his nose into Lavender neck. He ran his hands over her chest and stomach, before he let them run over her hips, and to her lower back, light like feathers. He slipped them over her bum, massaging carefully. Lavender sighed shakingly, and tried to relax – again. Malfoy kissed her neck softly, as he slipped his fingers between Lavenders thighs, still massaging carefully. He slipped one finger into her abused passage, very, very carefully. It still stung, but Lavender moaned softly, and felt herself relax completely under Malfoy's still massaging hands.
The finger moved slowly in and out, deeper for each thrust. After a while, it hit the delicious bundle of nerves, and Lavender cried out, moving her hand behind her back and grabbing Malfoy's hip, digging her nails into his skin. Malfoy smirked, and pushed his finger deeper again, making Lavender gasp and dig her nails deeper.
After a while, Malfoy decided it was time for another finger, and as carefully as possible, he pushed the next finger inside, stretching her. A whimper escaped Lavender lips, and she once again tightened her grip on Malfoy's hip, this time in discomfort. Malfoy kept on massaging her thigh softly to make her relax, while he slipped his fingers in and out, scissoring them carefully. Lavender leaned his head back, letting Malfoy kiss his neck tenderly as he scissored her. When the pain eventually turned over and became pleasure, Lavender pushed back, trying to make Malfoy push deeper to hit her cervix. The blonde got the hint, and pressed his fingers deeper, feeling around inside her. When he pressed the spot, Lavender moaned loudly, and clenched her muscles a little around Malfoy's fingers.
"Mm," Lavender mumbled, feeling her heart beat faster in her chest. Sweat was running down her forehead and chest, making her tanned skin shine. Malfoy was kissing and licking her neck, moaning softly. And when Malfoy added another finger, it barely hurt, since Lavenders attention was drawn against the massaging and kissing. This time, when Malfoy stretched her, it only felt good, though she could feel the pain lurking if the blonde was a little rough. But he was careful, so careful it made Lavender crave for more.
"I'm going to try again now, okay?" Malfoy mumbled into her ear, and Lavender swallowed. Then she nodded, and closed her eyes. She forced herself to stay completely relaxed as Malfoy pulled his fingers out, and grabbed her thigh and lifted it up. They were lying on their sides, Malfoy pressed against Lavenders back, and Lavender left leg now raised to give Malfoy better access.
When Lavender felt Malfoy's very hard erection nudge her again, she bit his lip and opened her mouth, feeling her heartbeat speed up in fear. Malfoy's free hand was stroking her stomach, before it moved over her hip to wrap around her waist. Lavender took a deep breath, and felt the fear disappear.
Though, she could feel the pain return when Malfoy slowly pushed in, and the urge to clench her muscles also rushed back to her. But when Malfoy felt this, he stopped, and didn't move before Lavender was relaxed again. Before Malfoy pushed inside, he had done a lubrication spell with Lavenders wand, so that the experience became less painful. Now he filled Lavender completely, and the dark haired girl drew in a sharp breath. It hurt, but not even half as much as it did the first time. She felt like the most girlish girl in history, especially considering that Malfoy was bigger than well not that she had anything to compare to.
Malfoy pulled Lavender closer, so that it wasn't possible to get anything between their bodies, not even sweat. Lavender relaxed, and let Malfoy's hand move from her mouth and down to the valley between her breasts, stroking it gently.
Malfoy didn't feel like pulling out of the girl, but he did anyways. Lavender sighed when she felt Malfoy's now limp limb slip out of her, and she turned around to get an after-sex kiss. Malfoy wrapped his arms tightly around her body again, and kissed her hungrily on the lips. Then they broke apart, and Lavender slipped down, resting her head on Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy…
"I guess it's time to call you Draco," she mumbled, and Draco chuckled. He stroke his fingers through the dark short hair of the woman lying on his shoulder, thinking it was funny how things had turned out. He had been pacing a Muggle street for days, hoping he'd die soon. Now, he was holding his old arch nemesis after having very, very good sex with her, and feeling warm and sleepy.
"Lavender, " Draco mumbled, as if to try the feeling of saying her name. Lavender sighed, and tilted her head back, kissing Draco's chin tiredly. She was exhausted: losing your virginity wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Draco reached after the blankets, and wrapped them around both of them. Lavender came closer, and wrapped her legs around Draco's thinner ones. Draco felt safer than he had for years.
"Go to sleep. I'll tell you everything tomorrow," Draco mumbled, closing his eyes. She was so tired… Lavender was barely awake, as she grabbed Draco's hand, holding it hard.
"Good night. Don't leave." Draco swallowed, and kissed Lavenders hair.
"I won't. Go to sleep now." Lavender so did, and Draco sighed.
He waited for one hour, until he was sure that Lavender was asleep, before he got up from the bed, and pulled on the pair of boxers Lavender had ripped off him not long ago. Then he stopped, and looked at the sleeping girl on the bed. He swallowed, and a pang of guilt hit him in the chest. Then he reached after Lavenders wand, and raised it.
"I'm sorry," he whispered.