Part X
A soft click was heard as he rested his pale, left hand over the handle of the Slytherin's princess's balcony door and opened it, entering quietly. The room was as neat as it can be, except for a small bundle of clothes thrown to one corner and the messy tangle of the blankets on the queen-size bed.
Smirking, the boy quietly made his way to said bed and drew one of the curtains to one side. He could see her sleeping peacefully, hr hair spread across the two pillows, her arms by her side as she faced the direction of the young boy. From her breathing, she was somewhat in a light-sleep.
The smirk grew across his lips, as he thought of a cruel wake up call.
"Incy wincey spider,
Climbing up the bed,
Down came the blanket and…"
"Hmm, what spider?" Iris drawled sleepily.
"Tickle Attack!" cried Draco, tickling all the sensitive place he could reach. Silver eyes grew wide before she squealed loudly, trying to get away in vain.
"Stop! Please!" she cried. After a while, as he slowly got tired, the blonde stopped, smiling innocently at her as she gasped for breath. Iris glared at her soul mate.
"Morning," he smirked. He dodged a pillow that was thrown to his direction and pouted.
"Morning, to you, too," silver hues rolled. "You ruined it."
"What did I do?"
"Tickled me," glared Iris. "And here I am thinking that you love me."
"And I do," he whispered as he leaned forward, lips just an inch away. Iris already let her eyes drift to a close as she felt her lips brushed against his. She frowned as she felt a weight taken off her and the bed lightened. Opening her eyes, the Slytherin Princess managed to see the edge of his cloak disappeared through the balcony doors.
"Draco?" she called. Getting no answer she frowned even more and followed into his room where she heard voices.
"What took you so long?" a man's voice snarled.
"I was out of my bedroom, father," Another voice. Draco's.
"With each visit, you take more and more time to answer, Draco. You are forgetting who you are dealing with." Looking over at his only son, Lucius Malfoy continued. "But surely you should have something to report by now, do you not?"
"No, father. Quidditch and studies have kept me busy. But I can assure you, Potter has done nothing for now."
Slowly, Lucius nodded. "Not only him. What about the rest of the … Golden Trio?" a light sneer was on his lips at the last two words.
"Weasel is still an idiot for all I know and the Mudblood is still the usual bookworm," Casually and elegantly, he shrugged.
"And I see that that the bookworm still surpasses you in every class…" a glare was sent his way. "Not only she, but a certain granddaughter of a certain Dumbledore."
"At Charms and History of Magic. And Arithmancy. Other than that, we're quite levelled." He prayed that nothing more was said about Ten. As her brother, he must protect her; if his father said anything about certain other things…
"I'm sure you are. Last Saturday, back in the Quidditch game, Slytherin versus Ravenclaw. You and her were quite… close, weren't you?" The glare intensified.
His eyes gave nothing away, while a drop of cold sweat rolled down his temple. He hadn't even thought about his father; they had won after almost three hours of both seekers fighting over the snitch. While he had shaken his hand with the rest of his teammates, he finally reached to the heiress. Instead of a simple handshake, they had hugged, congratulating and grinning at each other. Not once had he th0ought about his father watching. His cold voice snapped him back to reality again.
"The Dark Lord won't like that in the least if he find out boy. You know what you're in for. The mission he assigned you to do isn't that complicated. Just do it and be done with it, we have more to think about than that so called pureblood that seems more like a muggle. You are also aware of what will happen if you fail, are you not?"
"Yes, father,"
"Very well. To whom does you loyalty lay, Draco?"
'To Dumbledore,' he thought but his voice said otherwise. "To the Dark Lord. And his followers."
"I bid you farewell, Draco. Do not forget, he is waiting." With a last smirk, the flames of the fireplace turned from emerald green to scarlet red, his face vanishing.
Draco's fingernails dug deeply into his palm. He couldn't care less if he was bleeding. He opened the door to his bedroom and was surprised to see a scared-looking Iris standing in the doorway of his balcony.
"Iris I-"
"Don't you dare say another word!" she snarled. Tears that were already brimming her eyes, rolled down her pale cheeks. "How could you? We trusted you, just to throw back I our face." And with that she swiftly turned on her heels and returned to her chambers.
"IRIS!" cried the blonde before he heard the door shut. He let out a sigh, running his fingers through his locks. Then there was a knock on the door. Growling at the back of his throat, he answered it to find Ten standing on the other side, tears in her eyes.
She jumped into his arms, making him stumble backwards and closing his door.
"Ten? Wha-" blinked the Slytherin Prince.
"Thank you," she whispered, letting go of him.
"I… don't understand."
Ten shook her head, a smile on her lips.
"When Iris found out you were talking to your father, she sent me a mental not and let me listen through her mind. And because you were too worried, I heard your thought," she explained.
"Oh, that." He became cuncomfortable as he sat down beside her.
"I really appreciate it. Your loyalties towards Grandfather."
Draco had to smile.
"My dad was talking about you. And I hate it when he criticized you. So when I said my loyalties was towards Dumbledore, well I was thinking about you really," he scratched his head sheepishly.
"You're so sweet," chirped the heiress.
"First, I was known as a 'ferret'. Now I was called 'sweet'."
The girl beside him had to giggle. Grey hues rolled at her.
"Oh, by the way. There's a small New Years Eve's party for fifth years and above. My idea and I'm inviting you."
"And how the hell am I supposed to convince Iris to come with me?" roared Draco.
"You don't need to, little Dragon," a quiet voice spoke. The two teens turned to see Iris in the doorway, her cheeks dried from her earlier tears.
"Iris, I'm sorry," He got up and turned to her.
"No, I'm sorry." She shook her head.
The dragon opened his arms out and his lover ran towards him, jumping into his arms. She cried softly on his shoulder.
"There, there, little one," he whispered, stroking her hair, calming her.
"Aww, shut up and kiss her," giggled the brunette. A glare was sent her way, making her exit the room before capturing Iris's lips with his swiftly and harshly. Iris moaned against his dominant.
"I love you," she spoke mentally.
"Love you, too, love," he smiled.
-00-
Ten quickly left the Slytherin Prince's chamber when he sent a glare towards her. And with her best friend being occupied, the brunette was on her own. She took this chance to be lost deep in thought.
Unnoticed, she exited the cold dungeon and her legs took the route towards the Grand Staircase, possibly to the owlery to see her owl, or to Grandfather's office to play with Fawkes, until she bumped into a wall. Blue orbs looked up to lock gaze with a pair of striking green.
"Harry," the heiress chirped. The boy chuckled.
"May I ask what's occupying your mind to make a surprising bump?" he asked, a raven eyebrow rising.
"Oh, some good news," she linked an arm though his and made her way up the stairs.
"Care to share it with me?"
"Malfoy." Always straight to the point our young heroine does.
"Malfoy?"
"He had a talk with his father. And to get straight to the point, he confessed his loyalties towards Grandfather."
"He said that to Lucius?" choked Harry.
"Well, he thought that, while I read his mind, but out loud he said his loyalties were towards Voldemort. He has to say that or else he'll be dead."
"True," he nodded. "And since we're in a conversation, I've got another thing to ask."
"I'm all ears," she smiled her are smile that makes Harry weak in the knees. They stopped walking when they reached at the top of the stairs.
"Wannagototheballwithme?" he rambled.
"Huh?"
Harry took a deep breath and scolded himself. "Do you want to go to the ball with me?"
Ten smiled again and wrapped her arms around his neck. Brushing their noses together, she accepted. And taking the chance at the closeness, Harry kissed her deeply before breaking regretfully due to lack of oxygen.
"Curse breathing," breathed Ten. After a while of staying in his arms, she spoke, "Wanna come with me to the office?"
"Since you asked, and I can't stand to be far from you, of course I will," was his reply. Ten giggled and hugged him sideways as they walked to up three flights of stairs towards the Golden Gargoyle. Giving the password, the gargoyle sprang to life and gave way, stairs appearing behind it. Ten and Harry stepped onto the escalator and was escorted up the tower towards the office.
"Come in," a tired voice called.
Entering, Ten smiled sadly. "Hey, stranger."
"Hello, Princess. How are you?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Happy," she chirped, pecking his cheek.
"Ah, come in, Harry. Take a seat," Dumbledore waved a hand to the seats opposite him on the other side of his desk. Harry took the request.
"So, what brings younglings such as yourself to the old man's place?"
"Grandfather, how many times do I have to tell you, you're not old! Beside, I've got good news."
"Go right ahead."
"Malfoy confessed his loyalties towards us," Ten blurted.
"Good news Very good news indeed!" Dumbledore laughed lightly. "Oh, I've never been so happy. Except when Nicholai was born, got married and you were born," his eyes sadden as he remembered his son. Ten also sadden at the mention of her father, eyes losing the normal happiness. Behind it all, they showed fear.
"Lets not dwell in the past," the headmaster spoke quietly. "We must prepare for the small party." He let out a sigh before continuing. "The day before the party, I've granted fifth years and above a day off to go to Hogsmeade of need to in preparation for the event. Spread the news, please."
"Will do Grandfather." She hugged him tight, before exiting the room, Harry following in her wake. The couple walked down towards the Hogwarts grounds in an uncomfortable silence, Ten wrapping her arms around herself, while a lone tear rolled down her cheek.
Harry looked at her, trying to catch her eyes in vain from the corner of his eyes. He wiped the tear away softly and left a whisper of a kiss near her eye. Ten look over at him, eyes haunted and dull, looking distant. She let out a tired, croaky sigh and rest her head on his shoulders, seeking comfort.
"Cry if you need to cry," he whispered.
Those words, alone was enough to let herself be release, the tears flowing freely as she clutched onto his robes tightly.
-00-
The trip to Hogsmeade arrived and the girls giggled away as they head out of the castle, down the road towards the small village and straight into the dress shop to find new dress robes. Iris and Ten included.
Ten sighed for the umpteenth time that afternoon.
"I've got so many dress robes in my grandfather's office and every time there's a party we seem to shop for a new one. Can't we just wear a dress that the boys haven't seen yet?" complained the brunette.
"Of course we are. That's why we're shopping," her best friend was already at the rack, looking through the dress robes to wear.
"In fact. I need new jewelleries" her blue eyes sparkled at the new accessories that would match with a dress she's hunting for.
"Now you're talking my language, girlfriend," Iris winked.
Getting up, Ten joined her friend in searching for a dress. First she would find something black or silver for Iris then look for something for herself. The girls took their time in searching when something caught the heiress's eyes. Curiously, she picked up a silver gown, embroidered with black thread and sequences. She gasped lightly and then grinned.
"What about this one?" she turned to her best friend. Iris looked at it and immediately fell in love with it.
"Thank you!" she hugged her and hurried off to pay it before having second thoughts. Ten had to chuckle and continued to search through hers. One of the dresses caught her attention though. Not navy blue or dark red, but a sparkling light blue colour.
The design was simple, but then again it might be that reason why she liked it in the first place. It went around the neck, the endings tumbling down her back, nestling over her spine if she opted not to cut them. The collar dipped a bit lower than what she was used to, showing a bit more of skin, but she had seen worst before. Till her ribs, the dress was perfectly normal, but as she soon found out, near her abdomen, it had a cut. If she did buy this one, as she walked, the seemingly innocent cut would show the skin near her navel. Exploring the dress robes further, it stopped just above the knee, though to the right side it had a slit coming till one or two inches above her mid thigh. A bit too revealing, I think... It was also backless.
"That one's gorgeous... Brings out your eyes in my opinion." Iris winked at her as she came into view, a shimmering black dress dangling from her arms, almost changing colours depending on the light shining down on it, "Harry will sure faint when he sees you."
A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, soon accompanied by a faint blush, "Thanks, I guess... Though isn't it too revealing or something?"
An arm was draped over her shoulders as her friend leaned in. The words that would surely follow in a whisper would sound like the juiciest secret of all, as usual, "Ten, revealing a bit of skin here and there is not being naked, you know. It's all about a game of seduction, where you have to have a strategy. Clothing serves to intensify desire if you wish it to, drawing appreciative stares to specific areas of the body. You see..." a devious glint was in her eyes, "Naked is not nearly as tantalizing as nearly naked." Bright blue eyes turned to give her an incredulous look.
"What the heck have you been reading this time?!"
The black haired witch chuckled, "I'm serious! Now... If you show a bit of skin here and a bit more there, while teasing the bystanders with the skin still covered... They soon won't resist you."
The heiress laughed quietly, "You know perfectly well I don't really care about being a temptress or something of the kind, girl."
"Nor am I saying you do. But you know..." a feminine look was switched between them.
"You think he'll like it?" asked Iris, looking at the bag now in her hands.
The brown haired girl smiled reassuringly, "Nope. I'm sure he'll love it."
-00-
In the middle of the small party organised by our young heroine, the grand door of the great hall banged opened and entered the late arrivals: Iris Koltchak and Draco Malfoy. Although, the two of them would like to say, they have arrived at the party fashionably late.
Ten shook her head. "Could only be them," she smiled, her arms around Harry's neck as their hips moved with the beat of the song.
"They do seem to be the only couple to be missing at the beginning," the owner of the green orbs chuckled.
Ten rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him, "But that doesn't stop our quality time."
He smiled down at her, his hues gleaming with love and care only for her as well as his happiness. He left a whisper of a kiss on her forehead and the tip of her nose. And then he leaned forwards, capturing her lips with his, his grip around her tightening as he heard her soft moan.
He brushed a few strands of auburn hair out of her face, stroking her cheek and placing it at the back of her nape, causing her head to move closer, thus the kiss deepening. The brunette also moved her head to the side to give better access. They both moaned as their tongue made contact before breaking it once out of oxygen.
"Curse breathing," they both breathed, chuckling softly afterwards.
-00-
Parties like these doesn't really suit the Slytherin Prince as he sat at a table with his date, looking bored and fingering the ring of his goblet, half full of butterbeer. But the girl beside him kept him busy as he continued to eye her from the corner of his eyes.
Her silver gown shimmered against the spotlight, glinting in a daring way as the owner blushed deeply at the attention she gained. Her dress was also back bare, a strap holding the dress together from the top and a strap at the bottom. Yet it was enough to show a lot of skin.
"You want to go outside?" the blonde spoke. Iris nodded almost shyly, getting up and exiting the hall alongside of him, glad to get away from these stares.
She let out a sigh as the cool breeze of the last day of December whipped her blushing face, the heat decreasing. A shiver ran down her spine when a kiss was place at her nape, near the top strap and moan inaudibly.
"I love you." Those three words were the only words, the black-headed witch never get tired off. She smiled as she whispered back. The blonde wizard rubbed her arms slowly, feeling her Goosebumps underneath his skin as his lips left a whispering kiss on her temple, before caressing the side of her face. A blissful sigh escaped her parted lips.
Brushing her hair to one side of her shoulder he sucked her earlobe and licked on a spot below it, earning a small moan. He smiled softly against her skin and trailed down her neck. Reaching to her nerve he sucked on that spot, but not enough to draw blood.
"I need you," a whisper escaped her parted lips. Draco stopped what he was doing, registering what she said. She turned around in his arms and looked up at him, a tinge of blue darkening in her orbs.
"My room, or yours?"
"Too far. Come on, think faster," she grinned.
Draco looked around to see a broom closet. 'Right.' Picking her up, bridal style, he entered said closet. With a twist of her wrist, Iris made the things inside disappear, a locking charm and silencing charm placed on the door. The space wasn't big, but it was enough. As soon as the door closed, they both felt the change in the air. A closed space, small as this one, and with their fast breathing, only made the air rise up, getting hotter.
Her arm wrapped around his neck as her parted lips covered his, her free hand fisting his black shirt tightly. The suddenness of the kiss made him lean back against the wall of the small room. His arms quickly wrapped around her small frame, pulling her closer, the coolness of the bare skin her dress allowed felt even through his shirt. Barely noticing so, they found themselves on the floor, Iris sitting sideways on one of his thighs, his arms still wrapped possessively around her, their upper halves not an inch apart.
They pulled back for air, looking into each other's eyes, his eyes sky blue, hers just a tinge darker. His hand trailed up her bare arm, "Iris… is this even right? Forget hormones for a minute."
Her silver hues darted over to his hand, "I don't have a clue. But what I do know for sure is my feelings for you. And… it feels… right."
That, he could understand. His own feelings were much the same. As wrong as he knew this was, it felt, in a strange kind of way, right. How could such feelings be denied?
Draco nodded at her statement, instead of answering. Her reply was enough, he supposed. He placed both of his hand at the side of her dress, the sparkly silver gown slipped off, pooling just above the rising of her breasts. Before he could do anything else, her hands reached up, nimbly working on the buttons of his shirt.
She had seen him without a shirt before, him or another male; it wouldn't be the first time to see him take off his shirt during Quidditch practise, much to some girls' sick amusement. Yet, she didn't know if she was the only one to notice them, or to actually see them:
The pale white scars; curse perhaps, some kind of punishment, she didn't know. A few graced the otherwise flawless skin of his chest, a couple more on his back. But in such a dark environment, here, now, her sadness for what he went through in his childhood wasn't noticeable, like said scars. Only the unfamiliar longing was felt as her hands ran over his shoulders. She slipped them under the shirt, taking the top off him and throwing it somewhere behind her.
Her eyes took in the sight, from his six packs, over his upper chest and finally locking with his own eyes, slight amusement written in their depths. A smirk was etched on his lips as he kept watching her reactions, obviously enjoying her lack of experience.
At the sight of his face, Iris's lower lip sprouting into a pout, her cheeks held a faint blush. Leaning forwards, her lips stopped just before they touched his, leaving a silent unfulfilled promise in the air. Brushing ever so lightly over his jaw line, they finally kissed the skin of his neck, trailing down to his shoulder.
Draco moaned quietly before moving forward, using his weight, making her frame slid backwards, her back knocking gently with the wall of the closet not soon after. Right. She was trapped; she had forgotten that detail.
From her jaw line to her forehead, his lips brushed against her skin, making her eyes close at the feathery light feeling. His hands trailed up her thighs from their resting position over her knees. One of them crawled to her back, pulling down the zipper before pulling on the sides of the dress; her skin from the waist was bared to his eyes. As the girl opened her eyes, realization dawned on her. She was practically naked. Instinctively, her hands came up to cover her chest. Damn him for being so horribly distracting.
Draco smiled softly at her reaction. Even in the darkness of the place, he could clearly see the blush that was on her cheeks. Teasing every male in sight with such a revealing dress, but in the hour of truth, she backed up shyly. Not this time. His lips rested over each of her eyelids, her cheekbones, the corner of one eye, her chin, the corner of her mouth and finally pecked her lips. "You're beautiful. No need to hide anything."
A fine dark eyebrow rose, "I'm far from being beau-" her sentence was interrupted with a sudden kiss.
"We'll discuss that issue later, love." The look he gave her told her he obviously hadn't liked her response. But as he went down, pale lips caressing the skin of her collarbone, rational thought mysteriously disappeared from her mind again. Her head tilted back not soon after that, knocking quietly onto the wooden wall behind her.
He smirked in victory just as one of her hands came up to fist on his hair. His lips left her collarbone, going up, joining a playful lick here and there. Once reaching the spot between her neck and shoulder, his lips hovered over the skin. Resting them over it, he sucked lightly, as a light moan came from her, her fingers tightening. He nuzzled her neck. A quiet giggle was his reply, as his hair tickled the skin of her neck.
He continued down, past her collarbone and as his light kisses reached near the top of her breast, he felt her muscles tense. Pulling back just enough to look into her eyes, he held her hand in his, squeezing, before he let go, "Trust me."
Looking away briefly and back at him, she nodded her approval. Pecking her lips one last time, he followed his previous path. Kissing her left breast lightly but avoiding her nipple, he let his hand come up, massaging her other breast gently.
Her back arched as a soft groan passed through her parted lips, her eyes closing. The feeling was unfamiliar, but again, it felt... right, somehow. A strange heat began to be noticed near her abdomen, forcing another moan from her.
He chuckled. After giving the same treatment to her other breast, the boy closed his lips around one nipple, receiving a gasp in return. A quiet growl came from her, her head resting back against the wood once more, the hand tangled in his hair pulling his closer to her, wanting, needing, to feel more... Something more... Something.. She wasn't really sure of what, only that he and he alone could give it to her.
Pulling away from sucking gently on her other nipple, his hands rested over her hips lightly, his half lidded eyes looking over at her flushed features, the hair previously pulled back into the high impeccable trademark ponytail now loose, the red tips falling over her shoulders, a few strands plastered onto her sweaty forehead.
At the lack of sound or movement, her blue eyed would open in slight disappointment, looking into his, searching for the reason why. A look into his darkened eyes was enough of an answer, she supposed. A small smile curved her lips as she nodded.
At her nod, he let his hands trail down, just enough to slip under her dress, pulling it up over her hips. His hands went up a bit more, finding four thin straps. The sides of her panties. So she did wear something. Her hand over his cheek made him look back into her eyes before he moved to the side.
"Rip them off." She whispered, her lips barely moving, her tongue tracing them to get rid of the dryness. Her eyes shined, not a hint of regret, of resentment, in them. How could he not love her?
The amusement at her words soon saw shown in his eyes after a while, a fair eyebrow rising.
Again, the female side of her growled at his behaviour. "Rip them off, I don't care." Her words had more conviction. Anyone else hearing her would know it was easier if he'd obey her soon.
His eyelids lowered even more, just a slit of blue was the only thing still showing. "You've never done this before, have you..." Wrapping his fingers around two straps in only one side, he pulled harshly, the thin material giving way soon after.
"No, but honestly I don't want to wait any longer." At his words, she moved uncomfortably. Maybe he'd stop here because of that?
Throwing the item to the side, he leaned in, lips claiming hers as his hands went down to unbuckle his trousers. Her worries vanished at that. Taking those off, along with his boxers, one hand rested over her nether regions, his lips never leaving hers. Feeling his touch, she groaned into his lips, her hips lifting.
Her eyes would snap open as that single hand kept exploring, only to close again in rapture, the control of the kiss no longer fought over as she gave in to him. The heat kept rising, increasing in her abdomen, as she moaned quietly, breaking the kiss in the process. And just as she was almost there (where, she didn't really know), almost, almost, he took his touch away, taking her pleasure with him as well. Again, her eyes opened, glaring daggers at him.
The boy smirked. Yeah, she was ready. If she kept this up, she would barely feel any pain. Still, he needed her approval, "Are you ready?"
The anger was soon gone from her hues. Slowly, she nodded. Taking her hands in his, he kissed each palm before pulling them to wrap around his neck. "Let me know if it hurts. I did everything I could to soothe that, but it will always hurt."
Iris gulped. Parting her thighs to let him get closer, she wondered if he heard her heart beating. It seemed so loud to her own ears. Or was her breathing louder?
He felt more than saw her distress. She was afraid. Naturally, he couldn't say it wouldn't hurt. He wouldn't lie to her. Not right now at least. But he wouldn't say it was a horrible pain either. He just didn't know. But he would do what he could to help her go through it. Pecking her forehead and the tip of her nose, his lips were mere inches from hers, "Do you trust me?" she nodded, as he nodded back, "Calm down. It'll soon be over." His lips came crashing down on hers, as he moved, entering her slowly.
She kissed him back, moaning softly as the feeling of being one, complete, almost overcame her. He kept entering her slowly, stopping until he felt resistance. Her hymen.
He took a deep breath. I'm sorry.
:: Don't be. :: her voice sounded inside his head. His eyes opened, meeting hers, sparkling with tears, tears he was the only responsible for.
:: I hate to see you getting hurt, Koltchak, of course I am. :: With that, he pushed into her, breaking the thin barrier. He wasn't known for his patience, much less with virgins.
At feeling the white hot sharp pain, the witch immediately hissed, breaking the mental link and their heated kiss. Her muscles tensed, no matter how much she tried to relax. The tears which she was able to hold out spilled, tainting her cheeks.
Draco stopped moving all together. Her simple reply had annoyed him slightly. He hadn't intended on hurting her. His hands ran up and down her sides and back, trying to calm her. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
Much to his surprise, her eyes rolled, "Just shut up and do it. The faster you do, the faster the pain will go away..." the pain was still there, throbbing, making her groan softly.
"Don't tell me I didn't warn you." Slowly, carefully, he started moving, "Relax, you're tense."
"Stop acting like a teacher. Namely Snape." They both stopped moving, grimacing at thinking about the older wizard.
"Please don't make me remember him when we're in the middle of this." as he restarted to move, he realized that the distraction had relaxed her. Groaning softly, he quickened his pace.
Her lower lip was pulled back, caught in between her teeth as her head snapped back, her hands resting over his shoulders for leverage. Her moan, louder than her others, muffled his own.
Again, that zone, that place she had almost gone was in sight, as her breathing quickened, eyes glazed over with her desire. Almost there, almost there...
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingernails biting down on his skin, as her back arched. She cried out as wave after wave of the new wonderful feeling washed over her, before she settled back against the wall, its cold surface remembering her this was far from a dream.
Draco closed his eyes tightly as the familiar feeling was felt. He growled quietly, knowing it wouldn't be long, his lips hovering over the skin of her shoulder, that same spot he had made the reddish mark.
As her own climax hit her, he reached his own, his lips pulling back as he bit down on the tender skin of her neck, sucking the blood pouring out. Like he had thought, in the middle of her pleasure, she barely noticed anything.
Pulling back when the rush of blood had stopped and catching his breath, he finally withdrew from her carefully, waving his wand to clean the both of them. Sighing, he leaned against the other wall, facing her, his head tilted back as his hand ran through his blond locks, brushing them away from his forehead.
Iris sighed ever so softly, looking over at him, a light smile on her face, "Thank you."
Opening his eyes, he smirked over at her, "It's what I do, love. Something I know I'm good at."
Her hues rolled; of course he'd ruin the moment by saying something arrogant. Still, the smile didn't leave her, "Love you, dragon..." she only noticed how tired the whole ordeal left her then. Her eyelids started to drop.
"Love you too, little one." He started to pull on his clothes as she finally gave in to the welcoming sleep, her eyes completely closing.
Once he was done, he waved his wand over to her, dressing her quickly and repairing the ripped panties. At the memory, the corner of his mouth tilted up, a smirk on his lips.
He opened the door of the closet carefully, making sure no one was around. Sighing at both the cool air and at not seeing anyone, he got out, picking her up bridal style. He looked down to her peaceful frame, peaceful, innocent looking. A weary sigh left him, one that told anyone who heard it he was aged well beyond his years. His hair fell in front of his stormy eyes, a flicker of regret flashing through them, "I'm sorry. For everything."
