Lotsa fuzzies in this one!

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He sat up and pulled you onto the couch beside him. His grip tightened on your wrist.

"What were you doing!?"

"Nothing"

"I already told you, stop trying to lie, because you suck at it."

He didn't look mad, at the least, a little freaked out that he had awoken to someone rubbing his cheek.

"What were you doing?"

"I told you! Nothing! I came back a few minuets ago from tea with Madame, and when I came in here, you were just lying on the couch."

"So why were you touching my face?"

You wanted to say 'because you're beautiful when you sleep' or 'your cheeks looked so soft' or 'I was bored' but instead you opted for:

"I don't know."

He looked at you like you were an idiot, so you kept talking.

"See, your hair flops in front if you're eyes, and it annoys me for some reason, and when I walked in here, and saw you on the couch, with your bloody hair everywhere, I just…moved it."

He laughed. Not a mean laugh, or a sarcastic one, but a real laugh. It sounded nice, and you wanted him to keep laughing, and never stop.

"What did I say?"

"I don't know, it just sounded cute."

He scooted closer to you on the couch and gazed at you with his perfect blue eyes.

"You know, if you wanted to brush the hair out of my eyes, you didn't have to wait till I was asleep."

Your heart was thumping too hard and it was hurting your chest. He let your wrist go, and let his hand fall to his side as he just looked at you.

"Be my guest."

You hesitantly put your hand up to his face, and brushed the remaining hair out of his eyes and behind his ears. He stayed perfectly still and just looked at you. You drew your knuckles down his cheek again, and then let your hand drop. You could feel blood rushing to your face again, and you averted your eyes from his eyes. You felt his hands cup your cheeks and tilt your head back up to look at him.

"Selena…"

This was the first time he had spoken your name, besides when the two of you were informed of your engagement at your house, several weeks ago, and then it had been spoken without emotion. It sounded different when he said it. Nicer somehow, from when other people said it. Your breath was coming in little whispers.

"Say that again."

He looked at you confused.

"Say what?"

"My name, say it again…please?"

He pulled you closer to him.

"Selena."

"It sounds nice when you say it…"

His face was centimeters away from yours. You felt like you could stare into his eyes forever.

"Seleeennna…"

He gently pulled your face closer to his, and tenderly kissed you. When he had kissed you the first two times, it had been rough and hard, and left you panting and surprised. This kiss left you melting inside, and aching for more. His lips tasted so good, and they were soft as they expertly deepened the kiss. He licked your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth so he could explore. He entered immediately, and you gasped at the wonder of it, as his tongue took possession of yours. You tentatively put your hands on his chest, and then slid them up around his neck as he pulled you closer still to him. He leaned onto you, until your back touched the couch, and he was lying on top of you. He broke the kiss, and you sucked air into your lungs. He looked down at you. You smiled up at him, and you could just barely see the corners of his lips lift.

"Why can't you always be this sweet?"

"I don't know…I just lose control sometimes."

He touched a bruise on your arm, it had been purply blue several days before, but now it was fading to a yellowish color.

"Did I do that?"

He sounded appalled at what he did. You nodded.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"What?"

"You bloody knew what I said. I'm not going to repeat myself."

You grinned, and squirmed slightly under him.

"Where do you think your going?"

"It's almost dinnertime, I'm getting hungry."

"Me too."

"Well let me up, and I'll get something for both of us."

"Who said I wanted to eat food?"

You blushed, and he smirked down at how easily he could make you do that. He leaned down and nibbled your ear.

"Draco, I…Draco, we need to get-oh Merlin!"

He had moved from your ear down to your neck where he was biting and licking your collarbone. You moaned, it felt so good, but you felt like you needed to get up. Draco spoke.

"Tell you what, I'll get off if you kiss me."

"Fine."

You closed your eyes and waited. When nothing happened, you opened them again.

"Well?"

"I want you to kiss me."

"Get off first."

To your surprise he lifted himself off you and sat opposite you on the couch. You went closer to him. He remained perfectly still. You gently put your hands behind his neck and placed your lips on his. It was a soft kiss, and he let you lead. You gently ran your hands down his chest feeling his muscles with satisfaction. He moaned, and you nearly stopped. You made HIM feel as good as he made you feel? You pulled away, and looked at him.

He looked at you and smirked.

"Now I don't want to let you go."

He looked down at himself. You followed his eyes, to where his rather large member was creating a fantastic bulge in his pants. You blushed like crazy and looked away. You could hear him chuckle behind you. He came close and spoke into your ear in a way that sent shivers up and down your spine.

"Don't worry; I'm not going to ravish you here, although the thought crossed my mind quite a few times."

You immediately tensed, but he seemed not to notice as he continued talking softly in you ear.

"No. When I take you, I want it to be in my bed, when we have hours to spend."

You were excited, repulsed, thrilled and curious all at the same time. And your heart hadn't stopped beating hard since you got in the room. It was starting to hurt your chest.

"I have an even bigger bed than yours, plenty of room for any…activities. It you catch my drift."

You caught it all right, and it was making you blush an even deeper shade of red. He kissed the inside of your ear, and then got up and walked out of the room. You slumped into the couch and struggled to get your heartbeat and breathing under control. How could one guy evoke such different and powerful emotions in you? You shook your head and got up from the couch to walk into the kitchen. Draco was eating a huge sandwich, while a house elf poured him a glass of water. He came up to you next, humbly bowing.

"Would you like me to make you something miss?"

"Sure. Anything hot, it's a little chilly in the house."

"Would the missus like me to have someone turn the heat up?"

"Thank you, that would be nice."

About 5 minuets later you were sitting across the table from Draco, eating hot clam chowder. Draco did not look at you, or speak to you, and when he finished, he walked out of the room without saying anything. You sighed, and continued to eat, alone and in silence, as the house elf had left to do something else. That gave you time to try to figure out more of your plan, but your mind was too muddled from being with Draco, too busy trying to digest all that Madame Wyse had told you, and too concentrated on not spilling soup down your front. As you left, and began to go upstairs to your room, Draco poked his head around the corner and said curtly:

"I'll be gone all day long, on Thursday, because I have some matters to attend to. You'll be left alone in the house, just to forewarn you, when you wake up alone."

He promptly shut the door, and as soon as he did, you dashed up the rest of the stairs three at a time, and into your room. This was the perfect opportunity to leave for Rome. No one would be home all day, and that gave you the perfect chance to get away and not be missed. You hurriedly went through your stuff to find a jar of Floo powder, and put it in an easier spot to be found right before you left. You paced back and forth getting your stories straight for all the people you would be seeing. In Augusta's house, you would tell her parents you wanted to go sightseeing, in Rome, if the two of you were caught in the catacombs you could say you got lost, or separated from a tour group, and if you somehow got home late, after Draco returned, you would say you felt sick, and were in your room sleeping. You sighed to yourself. That was a risky one. If Draco or anyone else did get home before you, and decided to knock on your door or come in, you would have a lot of explaining to do, and it probably wouldn't be pretty. You winced at the mere thought of it.

All night long you watched the skies for Ryker to return with a letter from Augusta. None came, and you even more anxiously watched for him the following morning. If Draco noticed how agitated you were, he made no show of it during your morning flight. As soon as you got home, you ran to the aviary. To your delight, Ryker was there, and after petting him fondly, and promising him a treat later, you ran to your room to find her letter sitting on your bed. You tore it open to find a letter written in orange marker on construction paper. It read:

-Buona Sera, Leenie!

-You will excuse the letter, per piacere, my little cousins are over and I could not find anything else to write with. Ah mi, that's how it always it though, no? Anyway, you should know that you are always welcome at my house. I do, however, think that your coming has something to do with that villano you are getting married to, and the books I gave you, no? Come whenever you want. I'll be looking for you. Stay safe, and remember I am forever your amica fedele. Devoted friend.-

-Il mio amour, Augusta Gabriella Spellini

You happily folded the letter and put it into your bureau. You glanced at the clock. It was only 10:43. How in the world were you going to make it through today? You spent the day making last minuet preparations.