Chapter 3

The First Night

I awoke to the sound of thunder. I knew that I wouldn't be able to go to sleep for a while. I carefully wandered into our kitchenette and made a cup of hot chocolate. I sat on one of the couches and quietly drank my hot chocolate. I tried willing it to stop thundering, but to no avail. Great, now I get to stay up the rest of the night, I thought. After I finished my drink and cleaned up, it was still thundering. I gathered my blankets, deciding that I was going to try to sleep on the couch at least. Stupid thunder. I can make it and I'm not frightened, but it does it of its own accord and I act like a scared two year old.

"Do you know how much noise you make?" Draco asked, standing in his doorway. "Why are you up anyway?"

"The thunder," I mumbled, "I don't like it."

"You're afraid of a little thunder, Princess?" he smirked at me. There's the Malfoy I knew.

"I'm human; everyone's afraid of something," I muttered back.

"So during thunderstorms, you just stay awake?"

"Well, normally, I climb in the bed with my brother, but as he's not here, I can't do that."

"Well, come on, Gregory," he said, turning back to his room, "you can sleep in here with me."

I could hardly believe my ears. He wanted me to sleep in the same bed as him? Maybe his incidents really did change him. "Are you sure?"

"Just get in here. I don't bite…hard," he chuckled.

"Oh, really mature," I said entering his room and made my way towards the bed. "Weren't you taught not to tease girls, especially-never mind."

"No, what do you mean?" he asked as I laid next to him. "Are you trying to tell me that you're a virgin?"

"Yes," I squeaked.

"So this morning-"

"I don't wanna talk about this morning, okay?" I turned from him in embarrassment. I'd almost forgotten about our little "incident" in the shower. Why did he have to bring that up?

"Has any other guy touched you like that?"

I scuffed, "I've barely been kissed by anyone."

"Why not?"

"Well, I'm ugly, I used to be a fat cow…do I need to go on?"

He turned me to face him and I found those blue-grey eyes, that looked more blue than grey at the moment, staring into my dull brown eyes. I had foregone my glasses for the night, but I was still able to see. My eyesight wasn't as bad as Harry's!

"You're anything but ugly, Gregory." Okay, he had to be buttering me up for something. "And so what if you were fat; you're not now. You've probably only dated jerks that put you down to make them feel good. And so far today, you've helped me in more ways than you can think. Not once did I wallow in my memories of what has happened to me in the last few months. Have you even been properly kissed?"

"I've been kissed!" I said indignantly.

"Was it soft and gentle, or rough and rushed?"

"What does it matter? It's not like it really matters now."

"Rough and rushed; figures," he mumbled. "Can I show you what it's like to really be kissed?" And before I could form a coherent sentence, he gently placed his lips to mine. Slowly and gently he moved his mouth, and automatically mine started to move with his. We kept that up for just a moment or two before he pulled away. "That's what a real kiss should feel like."

I cleared my throat and said, "Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Teach me?"

"Teach you what?"

"Everything," I whispered. "But not all tonight."

"Sure," he said and he leaned back in to kiss me.

Our kiss started out as the first one had, just soft and gentle. But as I placed my arms around his neck and my hands found his hair, he deepened the kiss. His tongue ran across my bottom lip and I granted him access. Our tongues battled for dominance, in which he won. His hands then found their way to my waist as he pulled my closer to him; as if he were trying to melt our bodies together. His hands started to roam over my body; from my arms, to the valley between my breasts, down my stomach, and across my legs. Just those tender touches had gotten me wet. And the next thing I knew, he had me flat on my back with him hovering over me.

"I won't do anything to hurt you," he whispered. "And I won't do anything you don't want me to do. I've learned not to do that from my own 'punishment.'"

I nodded my head and he kissed me again. But this time I could feel passion (or maybe that was just me having wishful thoughts) and he made his way down my jaw line. When he found my neck, I couldn't help put let out a small little moan.

"You may not wanna moan that much," he chuckled huskily. "I'm having trouble controlling myself as it is."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

"No, it's okay," he said. "Could I do something that could maybe help the both of us out?"

"Yeah, I trust you, Draco."

The next thing I knew my boy shorts underwear and his boxers where off. He was still and top of me, and I guess he thought that I thought that he was going to do something else because he said, "don't worry, that's not what I'm gonna do."

But before I could ask what it was he was going to do, I could feel his hard length press against my clit and he began rubbing it up and down. I feel into ecstasy at this brand new feeling and couldn't help but moan.

"Do you know how beautiful you look when you do that?" Draco asked as he began kissing my neck again. I didn't know what to say, and could feel my face burn, with embarrassment or pleasure, I wasn't sure. It was only a matter of time before I felt the waves of my orgasm and a second later, I felt something sticky and warm hit my stomach. I looked up at Draco and realized he had gone ridged as his orgasm also overtook him. "You have no idea how much better that was than to-"

"Draco, shh, we don't have to or need to talk about all that ever again, okay?"

He only nodded his head and fell on the bed next to me. We cleaned up and I rolled over, my back facing him. I felt him place a protective arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?" he murmered into my hair.

"That was nice," I said…okay, that's not really what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell him how much I liked him and I wished that I wouldn't be just another notch on his bedpost, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"Yeah, it was. Just so you know, anytime there's a thunderstorm, my rooms always open."

"Ditto," I said before sleep overtook me.

What I didn't know was that Draco sat and watched me as I slept, for at least half an hour. He would stock my face tenderly and run his fingers through my mid-back length hair.

"It's funny how I had wanted you next to me like this the first time I saw you last year," he said. "It sucks that our cercumstances are what brought us together." He would kiss my forhead and then drift off to sleep himself.

As of that night, we set a night time routine; if there was a thunderstorm, then I would sleep in his room, if he had nightmares, he would sleep in mine. I knew from that night on, I was in big trouble; because I knew I was falling for Draco, who had become my Slytherin Prince.