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Snape lead Draco and I into the dungeons, and as we entered the cell I counted three others, three more weeks together. The door locked, and Snape's footsteps faded down the hallway. When they were gone, Draco took several long steps towards me. I instinctively stepped back against the wall. He put his hands on either side of me, trapping me before him. "Draco!" I gasped in surprise.

He leaned forward, tilting his head down so that our eyes met. "Say it one more time," he whispered.

"Say what?" I asked quietly.

"My name," he replied, removing one hand to twirl a lock of my hair around his long finger, causing me to shudder. "I like the way it sounds on your voice."

"Draco," I sighed slowly and deliberately, tasting the name as I said it.

He smiled a devilish half-smile. "Astoria, there's something I must tell you."

"I need to tell you something too," I sighed, nearly petrified by how close he was. I could feel the warmth of his skin in the slight inches between us.

"Do you think we want to say the same thing?" he asked.

I looked into his grey eyes, intense and hard. "Yes," I whispered. "It's a dangerous thing to say, for people like us."

Draco edged even closer. The hand that had been twirling my hair ran along my jaw and lips. "I'm a dangerous sort of man."

"I can be a dangerous girl," I replied.

"So say it to me," he said into my ear, leaving his cheek against mine.

"I love you, Draco," I whispered so softly it was barely audible. He was doing something to me, leaving goose bumps up and down my arms.

His breath was warm against my cheek. "I love you, Astoria."

I caught my breath. I could hardly believe he loved me too. It was so stupid; we were from such different class systems. His family would never accept me.

"This isn't the smart thing to do," I told him.

He laughed. "We aren't in Ravenclaw for a reason. We're the kind of people who always get what we want."

I let my hands slide up his chest and he slipped ever closer to me. I shuddered.

I closed my eyes as his lips touched mine. He pressed himself against me, snaring my body with his. We seemed to fit together perfectly as our lips synchronized in motion. He was gentle, but I wanted more.

Too soon, he pulled his lips away from mine and looked down at me. "Be mine, Astoria," he sighed.

"I'll be yours forever, if only you'll be mine," I replied.

He smiled crookedly. "I already am."

He bent down and kissed me again, with more force this time. One of his hands tangled in my hair and held at back of my neck, while his other held my hip against his. I wove my arms beneath his and ran my fingers through his pale hair. I shuddered when he gently nibbled my lip, and then let his tongue dance with mine.

I was breathless, and felt hot as though he were fire. I was gasping for breath when parted his lips from mine, and he laughed. "You do wonderful things to me."

"What you do me is so wrong," I replied, "but it's wonderful, too."

"What better place to fall in love than a dungeon?" He asked.

"Probably Snape's office," I said.

He laughed and detangled his fingers from my hair. "I suppose we'll have to clean at some point," he said.

I smiled. "Do we have to?"

"Just wait until this is over, Astoria," he said with a chuckle as brushed some hair out of my face. "You can't imagine the things I plan to do to you, the worlds of pleasure I can show you."

I shivered with anticipation, and he laughed again. He must've known what he did to me.

"Let's hold off on worlds of pleasure for now," I said smartly as I pushed him away. "We've got work to do."

Draco smiled devilishly, his eyes flashing. "Oh, yes we do."