TENNEH POV

The weeks went by with me and Draco sneaking quick kisses whenever we could. It was hard keeping our relationship – if I could call it that, which I supposed I could – a secret.

He had invited me to have dinner with him tonight in his office, and I had to get ready for it. We both knew we didn't have to dress fancy for it, so I picked out a t-shirt and jeans I looked good in and that were comfy. The white crepe de chine top and black skinnies complemented each other perfectly, and I grabbed a black furry cardigan before casting a Tempus charm to see what the time was.

Draco had told me to meet him at 6, and as it was quarter to, I decided to make my way there slowly. I arrived at his office, and hesitated before calmly knocking on the door.

There was a muffled, "Wait a sec," from through the door, before I heard footsteps rushing around and then calming down as they made their way towards the door.

Draco opened it with a smile, welcoming me in. It had been 4 days since I had last seen him, the longest we had ever left it, so I let my heart take over my head.

Entering the office, I grabbed his face in my hands, kicking the door shut behind me, and hearing him cast a locking charm on the door, pressed my lips against his. I'd noticed an armchair in its usual position by the fireplace, and aimed for it. He fell backwards in the chair and I straddled his hips, pressing in on the kiss more fiercely as his ran his hands along my waistline and pulled me closer.

Our tongues gained entrance to each other's mouths as we moaned, realising how much we'd been missing this. My lungs started gasping for air, so I leaned back, breathed in, and then resumed my frantic kissing. We carried on in this demanding fashion, until we both heard a loud 'ding'.

Draco pulled himself reluctantly out of the kiss. "Dinner's ready!" He smiled. He held me to him as he stood up, so I was still straddling his hips, and turned round so he could lower me gently into the chair. I watched his every movement as he made his way towards the little room that acted as a kitchen.

I looked round the room, when he'd disappeared behind the wall, and saw a small, round table, set for two.

As if on cue, I heard Draco call from 'the kitchen', "You can go sit at the table, if you want. I don't mind which seat, but mines the one facing the kitchen." I heard a hint of humour in his voice and rolled my eyes. I made my way over to the table, and sat down on the overly soft, but not uncomfortable chair. I figured I would have to wait a couple of minutes before he came back through, so I replayed what had just occurred.

I moaned, remembering the feeling of his tongue on mine and in my mouth. "That good was it?" I heard him whisper in my ear. I smirked.

He placed the plate in front of me, and sat down. He grinned at my smirk. "That's one a Slytherin would be proud of," he stated before starting to eat.

He hadn't put himself out for this meal. It was my favourite, Lasagne. But it was perfect, better than anything I'd ever tasted. I didn't want to talk, as I savoured the taste, which he must have picked up on as he didn't try to start a conversation.

We both finished our meal at approximately the same time, and he gathered the plates. I heard him cast a cleaning spell and stood up. I stretched from the meal, and made my way to one of the chairs by the fireplace.

I turned as I heard him re-enter the room, and with a face that read 'where do you think you're going?' , he picked me up, and sat down on a chair, so I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs hanging over one of the arms.

I snuggled into his neck, breathing in his smell. We sat silent for a while, staring into the fire, watching it dance.

"Should we tell people, you know, about us?" I asked, sitting up so I could see his face properly.

Draco studied me, before answering. "If you want to. Do you want to tell people?" I nodded. "So, we're not just a fling, we're a couple, right?" I nodded again. "Good," He said as he leaned into me for another kiss.

This one was soft and sweet, calm and gentle. I held him throughout, not wanting to let him go. Never going to let him go. He was mine. Forever.