Yey! Part Two! And What happened to Criminal Minds, you ask? My heart burns and I have brain blockage. I shall go to my handy idea generator and be back soon with an Idea :) yeahs.

Molly bit her lip and rubbed Ginny's shoulder.

"Why did you kiss me?" Ginny asked. She wiped a tear away.

"I… thought I would never see Draco the same again. But I did. And I'm sorry for using you as an escape. I love Draco."

Ginny nodded, throwing her ginger hair back behind her ears. "Can we trust you? Will anyone notice if you are out til morning?"

Draco's eyebrows raised to his hair line when he realized she was talking to him. "Yes, you can. I promise. I would never betray Harry… and I don't believe so. We're supposed to reconvene tomorrow night at 5. We're supposed to be attacking somewhere at 7 but I'm not entirely sure where." Both of our eyes were studying the family closely.

"Our wedding is tomorrow," Bill claimed solemnly. "And around that time as well." Fleur looked down at her fiddling hands. Bill kissed the corner of her mouth as he knelt down in front of her. "We know what to expect now and we will take care of it."

"I know," she nodded, with tears in her eyes. "I know." She stood and they both headed up the winding stairs of the Burrow.

Arthur gripped his wife's shoulder. "You are welcome to stay…until tomorrow morning, Draco." I perked up.

"Can he really?" Mrs. Weasley turned around and I shut my mouth. She frowned, held her hubby's hand tightly, and quickly rushed up the stairs.

Fred and George walked over to Draco and I, who were still in the front door entrance. "I don't think you want to sleep in those clothes," George started as he surveyed Draco's suit.

"So we could borrow you a pair of our pajama's if you'd like." Fred smiled. I returned it and thanked them.

"I thank you, as well, George and Fred. For opening your home to me and lending me your clothes…" I could see the hesitance in Draco's face for taking tattered clothing, but he accepted them nonetheless.

"No problem. We've never had too much of a problem with you, old git." Fred and George said in unison. They laughed as they stormed up the stairs.

"We'll leave them-"

"In the spare bedroom!" I couldn't tell who said what.

Hermoine yanked me from Draco and into her arms. She squashed me to her body. Forget Voldemort coming for me, she'd kill me before he could. "If this is what you want, Harry, I have no problem accepting that. You are my best friend, and you will always be."

Ron was lurking behind her, an unsatisfied look crossing his features. "You're my best mate Harry. I suppose I have no choice but to believe that you know what is best for you…"

"Of course, Ron. I know what I'm doing…this time." His scowl broke for a smile and I laughed as Hermoine let him in the hug. "I love you guys, you know that right?"

They both held me tighter and I took that as a yes. "I suppose you and Draco are going to the lower guest room… So… Hermoine, you and I will be sharing a room."

She let go and crimson rushed through her cheeks. "That means nothing. We've done it before."

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, have you now?"

Hermoine crashed into a heap of red and I slapped his arm playfully. "Ssshh," I told him.

Ron shrugged his shoulders when Hermoine glared at him. She tossed her hair to the side, grabbed the wooden railing and stalked up the stairs with defined class.

"Thank you two, very much, for pissing off the mother lion."

I laughed. "Now the father lion must go calm her down." He burned red, this time due to embarrassment instead of anger. He punched my shoulder and followed the lioness to their den.

"And where are we sleeping?" Draco asked. He was back behind me and my shoulders felt like they were in heaven as he slipped my rucksack off and my coat as well. He started to rub them and I almost collapsed from the pleasure.

"Up there, on the second floor. The closest room to the front door. I assume they want us to waste no time in getting you back tomorrow morning." He chuckled and I placed my hands on top of his as I made my way to the steps. We got in front of the door when his legs stopped moving.

"I hate to say this, love, but you probably won't be getting any sleep tonight."

I felt my face get hot, as if an iron was almost pressed against my skin. "I didn't think so," I replied. I felt the heat of his breath on my neck and the caresses of his hands on my skin. Chills ran down my neck, my spine, my legs, and made my toes tingle. I slumped back a bit and he hugged me tighter. His lips grazed my ear lobe and I winced.

"Ah- ah. Not so loud, Chartreuse." His nickname for me, meaning emerald green, made me smirk. I nuzzled into him and he turned me around. My hands were clutching his side, my elbows practically stabbing my side. He threaded his arms through mine and held me tight to him. I gasped when his tongue followed the line of my mental and ended at the corner of my mouth. He pushed me into the room, his lips never leaving my skin.

The door shut, but my mind couldn't process that he had kicked it and managed to get my shirt off at the same time. I shivered at the sudden loss of warmth when he pushed me onto the bed. His hands found my slacks button and he undid them, pulling them off in one swift movement. The bed creaked as he crawled over me, his thighs on either side of me.

"Now why am I almost naked, when the only thing you have off is your jacket?" I smirked at him and he bit my bottom lip.

"Because I find it satisfying to strip you naked first. Don't worry, Harry." He took his shirt off and threw it to the floor. "I'm not too far behind."

I slid my hand around his neck and brought him down to me so I could kiss his delectable lips. He groaned when I kneaded his lips between my teeth and I moaned when his tongue invaded my mouth with no mercy.

"Hon, you shouldn't tease. I might lose control and this'll end faster than a snitch can fly."

I laughed at first, but gasped when I was thrown above the bed. My briefs were gone and his pants were now unzipped. "Are you using magic?" I asked.

The corner of his mouth twitched and I got my answer. "I don't think that's the proper use of the arts, Draco."

He tipped my neck up and licked a line from my ear to the base of my neck. He sucked there, and let his tongue drag until he grazed my nipple.

"You do know… that… you… are making me… so hot," he said, pausing to swirl my bud between his tongue and teeth. I moaned and arched my back. His other hand was gently rubbing me up and down, up and down. I drew my legs closer to my body, opening them in the process. He gave me room, and slid his legs underneath mine.

"I should prepare you first, but I really don't want to."

I moaned in response, his pace getting quicker.

"Oh, but I have to, Harry. Otherwise you could get seriously hurt. Detrimentally, even." His tone was mocking. "So I am going to. But reluctantly, you mind."

I nodded, appreciating his choice and gripped the duna cover tighter. Suddenly my backside was cooler and I knew that he had used that lubrication spell he found. His index and middle fingers made their way inside of me, pulling and pushing. I could feel him, how close he was to my sweet spot.

"Harry, can you open up for me? Just a bit, love. I don't want to suffocate if you know what I mean?"

I blushed and tried to relax more. He grabbed one of my hands, pulled it to him, and kissed my knuckles. "I'm only joking, Chartreuse."

On that note, I bit my lip to stop the whine coming from my throat. He pushed into me so quick I hadn't noticed 'til I had clenched. His pace increased and I scraped my fingers against his arm, gripping as tight as I could. My voice was about to lose it, and he pulled me closer to him. Taking this as an opportunity, I bit into his shoulder and let out the moan that was threatening to kill my vocal chords. He winced and his hips bucked deeper, causing me to bite harder.

His groan was worth the faster, harder pace he chose to go. My legs wrapped around his waist and he paused for a millisecond. A few more thrusts and he stopped altogether. I huffed as he pulled out and pouted as he sat up.

What?" I asked.

"Ride me," he said.

My eyebrows shot up and disappeared into my hairline. I sat up and licked his lips. "Really?"

He grinned and turned us over so that he was lying down and I was straddling him. "I'm waiting."

I slid up to his stomach and lifted my body up. It was hard to line up when I wasn't in control, but he made it easier for me by holding himself straight. I went down slowly, and he yanked me.

"Angh!" I went too loud. He covered my mouth with his hand and laughed quietly.

"You feel so good like this, Harry. Amazing, actually." His tone was hushed, his voice cracking.

His thrust left me half suspended in air and I came down hard, my body feeling like it was about to break. It registered that I could possibly see him for the last time tonight. Any apprehensions I had before flew from my mind and I lost control of every part of me.

DHDH

"I love you," he said, his breath ghosting across the top of my head.

"Don't do that." I only noticed how iron like my voice was after it had come out of my mouth. "No… I love you too. I love you, so much. I just meant… don't talk to me like it's the last time we will see each other. You can't do that. You're not allowed."

Draco sighed. "It was afterglow, love, not a 'last time' speech. This won't be the last time we see each other."

I nodded and tightened my grip around him. "You're right."

DHDH

"I'll see you, you know that." His arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"I know. I know that we will. I do." I kept repeating this to myself like a mantra. Ron and Hermoine had woken up to help me send him off. I know they didn't want to but they did just to make me happy.

I held him so tight, my fingers were burning white. He kissed my forehead, my nose, my mouth. He lingered there for a minute, maybe two and I lightly pushed him away.

"Don't get into trouble, love." He smiled at my light rebuttal and nodded.

"I won't. You try not to either." He started stepping back and I could feel the tears building up behind my peepers.

I turned around and began walking back to the house. "I'm a magnet for trouble, you know that."

Ron and Hermoine were at the front door, their joined hands now separated. I reached for Mione first, then Ron, and I pulled them both into a hug. I could still feel his Ash grey eyes on my back, but the feeling disappeared after a second or so.

Part two end! I think I might make a part three :)

I'm debating on a part three. I shall see :)