I don't know what came over me.
"Please….don't move..." I whispered.
Pushed against the wall of the stone castle, his grey eyes burning deep into my soul, I tried to control my breathing, knowing that if ANY Slytherin came by, we'd be the talk of the common room for weeks. Our relationship was new to the House, and to us. It was like we had no control over our actions once things were heated up and we found ourselves in situations such as the one we were embraced in now. One of us, usually me, pushed against a wall or on a bed, legs wrapped around each other, kissing, maybe more. Raw. Passionate. But we knew it was bound to happen. Once you're in love, all caution and control be damned.
"I won't, as long as you are comfortable….kiss me."
Draco Malfoy closed his eyes and leaned into my lips as we shared the most romantic kiss I'd ever had. I couldn't believe he was kissing me, dating me, passing me notes in potions class at the start of our relationship, asking me to cheer for him at the next Quidditch game. It was like a dream, the way my blood boiled when he came near me, ran his cold fingers down the side of my leg, across my forehead, or grasped my hand in his. His eyes cut into me deep and I could never look away. He was addicting like poison….prepare for my demise.
"Baby, let's go to my bed." He asked for the third time.
This time, I had no reason to say no.
To our love story, was only one problem. I was supposed to be a Gryffindor.