Author's Note:

Okay, so this is my first ever Fanfiction, so you have to tell me how I'm doing. Here goes xD

Morning Conversations

I woke up slowly to the sensation of someone running their hand up and down my back. I smiled and felt him kiss my shoulder. "Finally. You've been asleep for ages." A voice said. I opened my eyes to see the face that matched it. I yawned and stretched with the grace of a cat. Draco watched me the whole time, smiling slightly. "What, no hug? I'm shocked." He feigned hurt. I grinned at him.

"Well, I am just awake!" I rolled over and opened my arms. Draco crawled into them and lad his head on my chest. He spoke softly.

"I missed you, Emmy. Where did you go?" I rested my head on his and smirked.

"Aww, Drakie not have ickle Emmy?" He raised his head and grinned.

"As a matter of fact, no. Even Mother misses you." I frowned in confusion; Narcissa Malfoy wasn't my biggest fan.

He tilted his forehead so it touched mine. I felt the butterflies in my stomach grow even more frantic at his proximity. His breath fanned over my face when he spoke.

"Mother has come to the conclusion you're a good influence on me. Merlin knows where she got that from." I laughed and moved so I was lying further down, and Draco moved so he was on his side.

He took my hand in his as he spoke again. "I see you got the… Muggle things." Draco nodded at my lips. I had decided to get some "piercings", as Muggles called them. I had gotten snakebites; a piercing on both left and right, just underneath my bottom lip. I had also gotten my tongue pierced too.

I lifted the hand Draco wasn't holding and traced random shapes on his chest. He closed his eyes and shivered. "Are you cold?"

He opened his eyes and looked straight at me. He looked almost amused. "No, Em, I'm not. Are you?"

A strange look in his eyes disappeared and concern replaced it. I wasn't cold, although all I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top (bra included, obviously). He was only wearing a pair of boxers.

I blushed as I realised our lack of clothing. Draco took it as a sign I was about to lie. I don't always blush when I lie, just sometimes… and it sucked.

He got up and walked across his room to the wardrobe. He returned with one of his t-shirts. He gave it to me, and climbed back in while I put it on.

"Hmmmm, that's better." I sighed. Draco smirked.

"I bet it's better 'cause it's my t-shirt." I laughed, albeit a little nervously. To be honest, he had guessed the truth.

"Yeah, you just tell yourself that. Err, why am I even in here, by the way?" He looked at me. And looked. And looked. I wriggled under his gaze. All of a sudden, he rolled over and pinned me to the bed.

I gasped. He was never normally like this. Not that I was complaining; I had a perfect view of his body from under him. But I did hope he hadn't heard me. From the look of his smirk, my hope was in vain.

"Do you have problem being in here?" The glint in his eye had returned. I wriggled again and he sat his lower half over mine.

My gaze shot to his face as I realised what this could look like if someone had walked in. He still had that stupid smirk on his face. "No, Draco, I don't… it's just odd. I've never slept in here before." His look was calculating as he took in my words. He moved around a little trying to get comfortable, and I inhaled sharply. This was just too close to thoughts I'd had about him before.

Draco noticed this too, and thought I was uncomfortable - when I was in fact the opposite. He sat back, releasing my top half. I rubbed the top of my arms, wincing slightly. Again, he noticed.

Was there anything he didn't notice?

"Shit! Did I hurt you?" He lowered his head to get a look at my arms and I studied his face and body.

He had changed quite a bit. His hair was longer, and blonder (somehow). His features had started defining, and his eyes were still the gorgeous gray from a stormy day. His body was more defined too, he had an outline of a six pack. He caught my eye and blushed. "Quit looking at me like that. You're making me self-conscious." I blinked in shock. The Draco Malfoy, self-conscious?

"Anyway, your arms are fine, there won't be any bruising. I'm sorry though, I didn't mean to hurt you." Draco grimaced, looking guilty. I lifted my hand and put my palm to his cheek. He leaned into it, and hummed in contentment. He gazed at me, and I could feel my cheeks heat. They always did, when he looked at me the way he was.

Which was often.

I sighed. He looked at me questioningly. "I hate to be the one to ruin this, but I'm leaving again today." I regretted the words almost instantly, as Draco looked so upset and lost.

I hated hurting him. I was basically the only one who got to see past the snide, arrogant 'I'm it' façade.

I saw the kind, caring boy who hated his father because of what he done, and the fear he spread. He wanted a normal family, with a normal blood status.

Basically, I knew everything about him, and vice versa. We looked out for each other when possible… And I was in love with him. He didn't return the feeling, I knew that for a fact. I mean, sure, he loved me, but only as a best friend. We barely saw each other anymore, 'cause he stayed here and I traveled with the Dark Lord. But soon…

"Draco!" He looked up again, curious at my tone. "You'll never guess what Dad done! He got me into Hogwarts!"

A range of emotions crossed his face. Finally he rested on excitement, and I was unable to take a guess at what the others were. "So, we'll see each other soon?"

I looked at him. "Yep."

"Promise?" I sighed, loving how he wanted to make sure we would see each other. Yet I felt so guilty for always making him so unsure, when he was normally the opposite. I let some of this show through for a few seconds and he looked shocked, then expectant for my answer.

"Promise."