I feel as if i abandoned you all! My laptop has been broke and i've only just been able to access my Fanfiction account again! Anyway, you've probably been waiting for the next part, and here it is! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and i'll hopefully have another one for you on Sunday night!

I have without a doubt, the biggest hang-over ever. Never will I play Ring of Fire when the alcohol is so varied. I think I ended up with the dirty pint having Wine, Firewhiskey and one of Madam Rosmerta's son's special brews. God knows what it was but eventually, the glass we were using stank of piss. Of course, Dom is chirpy and happy; I can't remember her drinking let alone getting back, I just woke up by the fire with her curled up beside me. I won't lie; it was a pretty good feeling.

"Well don't you look like shit," Albus muttered as I took a seat by him in the Great Hall at breakfast.
"I feel worse than I look, trust me." Somehow, Hogwarts food always tastes better when hung-over. I need to try and figure out what happened last night, because after the kiss in the tunnel, everything else is a blur. Maybe Dom would know...
"Well if it isn't the lightweight of the hour," she shouted, walking down the middle of the tables towards us. Cheers, Dominique. "I thought you wouldn't have made it back to the common room in the state you were in last night."
"Well considering you rigged that game of Ring of Fire, just so you could get me drunk, I'm not surprised. I need to talk to you in a bit as well," I said in an almost whisper when she sat beside me. She paled slightly, and I knew right then that she knew exactly what I was talking about.
"Meet me in your dorm in ten minutes, Nate has gone practicing Quidditch with Sebastian and I've forced Mitch out. We do need to talk," she said back before jumping out her seat and making her way towards the doors, chatting to people along the way. She really is popular considering she's been at Beauxbatons for three years.
"What's gotten into her?" Albus asked, hitting me around the head when I couldn't stop staring. I twisted back around to him and shrugged.
"Dunno but I've just realised I need to sleep this hangover off. Catch you later."

The common room was deserted, maybe because for once the sun was out and everyone would be watching a friendly game of Quidditch. I walk straight to my dorm and there she is, lay on my bed with her iPod playing a game, blonde hair draped along my pillow, on leg crossed over the other and her skirt slid down her thighs enough to turn any guy on. She really is a beautiful piece, and I wouldn't mind calling her mine one day.
"Weasley," I whisper with a smirk, leaning against the bed post and looking down on her, trying to keep my eyes from running along her smooth, long legs.
"One second," she held her hand up while moving the iPod around. "Yes! Take that, stupid monkey things. Anyway," she motioned for me to lay beside her so I did, casually leaning up on my elbow and looking at her.
"What happened last night, Dom?" I ask, full of curiosity, yet desire for this girl.
"This happened, Malfoy," she murmured before leaning up and pressing her lips to mine. My body reacted immediately, kissing her back and wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her against me. She didn't taste like sugar quills now, but spearmint toothpaste and strawberry ice cream; she tasted good. The groan that forced itself out of my mouth was a surprise to me, as was the feel of her hand wrapped around my manhood. Damn that felt too good for me to hold back; my hand was pulling her top off and before I could object both our tops were tossed to the floor. Am I really about to have sex with Dominique Weasley? Yes, I was and I'd make sure it was amazing for her. I moved so my lips were slowly making their way down her neck, her chest and her stomach. Her back was arching and I knew at that moment that I had fell for this girl, and she wanted me back. Her bra soon joined the growing pile off clothes on the floor along with my shoes. Holding one of her perfectly formed breasts in my hand I ran my thumb over the nipple, hardening it beneath my touch while I tugged gently on the other with my teeth.
"Oh Scorpius," she moaned, one of my hands finding the zipper of her skirt and sliding it down slowly. I mumbled her name back and kissed along her tensing stomach. I was already hard, hell; I was hard as soon as I saw her lay on my bed. Her fingers were now fumbling with the zipper of my jeans and pressing against my erection purposefully. I help her out by tugging them off as well as practically ripping her skirt away and my lips are back on hers.
"Dominique, are you sure?" I ask, my hand making its way to the lace of her panties and running my fingers along it.
"Scorpius, I've fancied you for years," she said with a smirk, and I know to believe her, because she doesn't usually lie. It was then that I remembered Nate had been avoiding me for a while and being here with her like this, gave that a reason. She broke up with him because she wanted me; I think my insides were doing a dance.
"Then what are we waiting for, Weaselette?" I said with a grin and yanked away the scrap of material between her legs, her hands pulling away my boxers as well. I reach down into the bedside bottom drawer and she looks at me sceptical.
"Protection," I mumble and she laughs. I give her the okay-do-you-want-sex-or-not look and she smiles kissing me and slapping the foil packet out my hand.
"I'm already protected; they give all the girls who have a higher risk of sexual activity this little tablet you take once a day at Beauxbatons. Stops you getting pregnant... I'm covered, just take me, please?" she begged, and damn it was hot, so hot that if she hadn't have bitten into my shoulder, I wouldn't have realised I'd pushed myself into her.

Twenty minutes later – give me a break, I was a virgin before this – and we have the curtains pulled and her head is resting on my chest.
"That was amazing, Scorpius, but I think I'm going to want to kill you in the morning," she said with a smile. I don't care if she wants to murder me in the morning; right now I'm in too much of a sex haze to want more than to lay here with her.
"I can deal with that," I mumble into her hair. "As long as this isn't the last time this will be happening?" It wasn't meant to sound like a question, but it did. I took her movements closer to me, her hand moving across my chest, as a 'No, it won't be' and grinned. The crash against the dorm door was the only thing that brought us back to reality.
"Scorpius! Open the door, you prick!" Shit, it's Nate. Someone must have told him I was in the dorm.
"One second, I'm not exactly decent!" I shouted back, staring at Dom who was wide eyed and shaking her head. "Stay here," I mumble and she nods, lying back down and making herself as small as possible while I slide out of the bed through the curtains and pull on boxers, grabbing all her clothes and stuffing them into my drawers. One last check before I open the door and stare, acting sleepy at the angry face of Nate Zabini.
"Why did you have the door locked?" he shouted and I winced, my hangover making a comeback.
"I'm hung-over and was tired, I wanted to make sure no one disturbed me," I say back sternly before heading back to the bed. "And I'll be going back to sleep now, so don't make too much noise please?" I slide back in, making sure the curtains are covering me and Dom enough before holding her close. Nate's voice was still able to make it through the material of the curtains, however, and if I wasn't protecting Dom from him I would have him on the floor punching him till he bled.
"The little slut broke up with me because she's after someone else," he shouted, clearly talking about Dominique.
"Oh did she now?" I say back, looking down at her with a grin and she rolls her eyes, smirking in her evil I-will-do-something-if-you-don't-shut-up way. Her fingers slowly started to make their way down to my stomach and my smile immediately faded and a glare replaced the amused look in my eyes. She was going to make this hard on me, I can see it now.
"Yeah, I bet it's that guy you beat up in first year for telling her to get her tits out during Quidditch that time," he scoffs and her eyes shoot up to mine, shocked yet amused and I just shrug non-committed.
"I doubt that, he knows better than to look at her again. It's probably some unsuspecting fool that wasn't expecting anything from her, other than friendship." With my words she smiles and huddles into me more, moving her hands back to the safe zone of my chest. My envelope her in my arms, grinning like the unsuspecting fool I am. "Nate, do you mind, like, fucking off? I've got a date tonight and I want to make sure I have my energy for her." His scoff told me he didn't believe my words but he eventually left the room anyway.
"So you're going to take me on a date, Malfoy?" Dom finally said, probably happy she could talk again.
"Why, yes, Weasley. I am going to take you on a date, one where I don't end up drunk and hopefully with you in my bed again."

"Rose, for the last time, I'm not going to tell you who he is!" I couldn't help the smirk that was plastered to my face. Rose had been Dominique to tell her who the mystery guy was she'd been seeing behind everyone's backs for the past three months. "I can't believe you didn't even invite him to the burrow for Christmas!"
"Oh, that's the exact impression I want to give off, show him my crazy family! Lay off, Rose, I'll tell people when we both want people to know." She shouted back, rolling her eyes then catching my gaze. "And you can wipe that smirk off your face, Malfoy!" I half laughed and playfully glared at her. This is what is the most fun out of our relationship, pretending to be nothing more than friends.

"Dominique, it's been 9 months and you still haven't told anyone who it is you are seeing. We never see you with a guy in school. Oh! Is he a muggle?" The questions were getting more ridiculous by the week. I was ready for telling people, but she wasn't. She needed time and I understand, but considering I'd be spending the summer at the burrow this year, it would be hard for us to hide it, especially if we have our midnight feasts.
"Lucy, please! Just leave it alright, maybe I will ask him to the burrow this year, I don't know," Dom replied, pulling her trunk out of the train luggage compartment. "The last thing I want is for people to be crowding around him while he's trying to eat food." What Dom hadn't realised was that the one person that could stop that from being a problem, was stood waiting at the exit of platform nine and three quarters.

Hopefully you enjoyed it, not my usual kind of cliff hanger, since it might be pretty obvious! Chapter 12 soon, i promise! Don't forget to review!