Chapter 7

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The smell of bacon woke me up. I pulled a silk robe on over my night dress and followed my nose downstairs to the kitchen. Draco was sitting at the marble kitchen island watching an elf prepare breakfast.

"Good morning, Em," he said as his eyes took in my scant outfit.

"Good morning, and who is this adorable elf," I said to the elf, earning me a huge smile and multiple curtsies.

"Lilac, Mistress," she replied happily.

"Nice to meet you, Lilac, you happen to be named after my second favorite kind of flower," I told her.

"And what is your favorite?" Draco asked without looking up from the Daily Prophet he was reading.

"Peonies." I said, sitting down at the far end of the kitchen island. Lilac handed me a steamy cup of coffee, black. It was peaceful sipping on the warm drink and watching her whisk around while cooking. Five minutes later I had an overloaded plate of food in front of me with toast, jam, bacon, eggs sunny side up, and fresh fruit. I barely managed to eat half of it, but Draco cleaned his plate.

"Where do you put it all?" I asked him with a laugh. He jumped up from his seat and grabbed at me playfully.

"It's a secret." He teased, "Now, I believe we have a date planned for today."

My eyes went wide, "A date?"

"You wanted to go ice skating on the lake." He said slowly. He was looking at me intently, his eyes roaming over my exposed legs and the lace edging of my night dress. Suddenly, I felt self-conscious of my body. I pulled at the edges of my robe, covering up. He noticed and looked down at the floor. "You might want to put on a warmer outfit," he said shyly. I nodded and slid out of my chair, walking towards the door. I glanced back at him over my shoulder and saw him watching me walk away. The look of sadness in his eyes broke my heart. As I walked upstairs to get dressed, I made it my goal for the day to banish that sadness.

Dressed in a thick cream colored jumper, jeans, mittens, and scarf, I sat on the bench in the mud room while Draco laced up my skates for me. He had already put his on.

"Ow! Not so tight Draco," I complained.

"Trust me, you want them tight or you will get a blister." He corrected me.

"I trust you…im just not interested in losing a foot from lack of blood circulation," I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that," he quipped then patted my thigh to indicate that he was done. I stood up, wobbling on my skates like a newborn pony. Draco grabbed my elbow and helped me to the door.

"How are we going to get out there with these skates on," I asked him. Draco reached behind the door and grabbed his Nimbus.

"Shall we?" he said straddling the broom and gesturing for me to get on behind him. I did as he wanted, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist. I nestled my face into his back to keep the wind out of my face. He took off and flew leisurely towards the lake. If it hadn't been freezing, I would have asked him to keep flying all day. I loved the feel of his body in my arm, the way his hair smelled like rosemary and mint, and the small sighs he would make when he would dip or bank on the broom. The lake came into view too soon for my preference, but Draco touched down and helped me down to the ice.

I pushed off and easily glided along the ice. I skated a figure eight then realized Draco wasn't next to me. I looked back towards the bank just in time to see him fall flat on his butt. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped from my mouth. I skated to him and reached out my hand. He took it and shakily stood up. Holding both his hands, I started to skate backwards, pulling him with me.

"Whoa Aemilia, not so fast," he said.

"You fly faster than this on your broom all the time," I reassured him.

"That's different," he said emphatically. I just laughed as I watched him try to keep his legs underneath himself.

"I'm going to let go now," I informed him. His hands tightened around my wrists.

"No you can't!" He said.

"I'm doing it," I said playfully, pushing him away from me. He wobbled a moment, then a look of achievement came onto his face and he slowly stood up straighter. He hesitantly attempted to skate towards me. I skated around him in a circle. He picked up a little bit of speed, following behind me as I moved around the ice.

"I think I am getting the hang of it," he said happily.

"Didn't you ever come out here and skate growing up?" I asked him.

"No. Father wouldn't let me." He replied. This stopped me in my tracks. I turned around on the ice to face him, but he wasn't slowing down. "Aemilia, I don't know how to stop," he said right before crashing into me. We tumbled to the ice in a heap of tangled arms and legs. Draco was laughing and I loved the light in his eyes, a light that was very rare.

I put my hands on either side of his face and pressed my lips to his. Draco's laugh died off in my mouth as he hungrily kissed me. I parted my lips allowing him to slip his tongue inside. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, eliciting a moan from him. "Let's go back to the house," he whispered against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I moaned in response. "Accio Nimbus," he said holding out his hand and the broom floated towards him. We climbed on and flew back to the house. He kicked off his boots and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me bodily up the stairs. I expected him to take us to my room, but he threw open the door to the master suite instead. He threw me on the bed, climbing on top of me. I locked my eyes on to his and reached up to unbutton his shirt. I let my fingers graze his chest with each button, teasing him with my slow pace. He let out a frustrated grunt then pulled my jumper over my head. I squirmed under his gaze as he pulled off my jeans, leaving me in just my black lace underwear. He stood up and backed away a couple steps, greedily taking in the sight of my body. I felt a flush come up under my skin. I stood up too, reaching behind me I unclasped my bra and held it out in front of me before letting it drop to the floor. I hooked two fingers under my panties and slowly slid them down to the floor. I stepped out of them and closed the distance to Draco. I kissed him tenderly this time. "Are you sure?" he asked me cautiously.

"Please," I said practically begging him to put his hands back on my body. I laid back down on the bed. He stood there in just his jeans. They hung seductively off his hips. He unbuckled his belt and took them off. Seeing him there naked caused my heart to skip a beat. He was perfection, sleek not stocky, but still muscular. He came to the bed and straddled me, kissing and licking his way down my body.

"Draco," I whispered, "I don't know, I mean, I haven't…" I trailed off.

"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you. Just tell me if you want to stop," he said in between kisses.

"Don't stop," I moaned as he kissed my inner thigh. He slid a finger inside of me, getting me ready for him. I rocked my hips against his hand. I could feel myself coming close to the edge of release.

"Not yet, love," he growled and moved back up my body, positioning his erection at my entrance. He kissed me passionately as he slowly entered me. The feeling of tightness caused me to bite down hard on his lip. With one hand he held both of my wrists over my head.

"Harder," I begged him after he let me adjust to his size, and he started to pump in and out of me. I bucked against him with each thrust. I was getting close and I could tell he was too. He leaned down to suck on my nipple and it put me over the edge. I came loudly calling his name. That was enough for Draco and he came a minute after me.

He laid down beside me on the bed, gathering me up in his arms. We were both spent and breathing heavy. I closed my eyes and started to drift off to sleep.

"I love you," it was so soft I didn't know if he had said it or if I had imagined it. Maybe it was only a dream.