Ok, this is the last of my update spam. Most of the chapters have remained essentially unchanged I just wanted to make a few changes as far as age difference and stuff to make it a little more believable. This is the only chapter that had been previously published that has any major changes to it. Thanks for bearing with me!

"So what are we going to do about this?"

My mind raced to think of an answer. I tried to think of which answer he wanted, I tried to think of which answer I wanted and realized that what I wanted definitely wasn't the right answer. I tried to watch Draco to see what I should say, if I should be truthful or if I should give an answer that would keep him from more trouble. I suppose that Draco could tell what I was thinking because he gave me a fierce glare.

"Don't just say what you think is safe, because I have spent enough of my life wishing that I had done something because I was too afraid of the consequences. I can handle whatever happens. You just have this year left of school anyway." He practically growled out these words and I felt a shiver go down my spine.

"Draco, I just don't think that you would really want to be with someone like me." I said in an impossibly small voice, even for me. He furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Someone like you? Someone who can see the truth in me? Someone who knows how much pain that I have been through? Someone who doesn't care what I was?" His blue eyes pierced mine and I couldn't help but look away. He rolled up his sleeve and brandished his burnt forearm at me.

"I know that you saw this. That first day in the library. I know that you were here all last year to see what I did to people. They burned it away to remind me that he was gone and that we could never band back together again. The only reason I'm here is because Potter felt sorry for my ass and told them to save me. He told them that I just needed something else to put my knowledge to and I could prove useful. Potter is the reason I'm here. You two are the only ones who have ever cared about the shit that I've went through." His pale eyes bore through me as I tried to tear my own away from the terribly scarred flesh of his arm.

"Draco, I really don't know what you want me to do. I can't allow myself to be with you, despite what I feel, I could never put you in that position. Every moment that we are together is a giant risk for you. I heard McGonagall the first day of school, any mistakes and what little reputation you have left will be ruined. I can't allow you to waste this chance on me. I'm not worth it."

Suddenly he was kneeling in front of me, his hands gripping my arms tightly and his eyes blazing. "I don't give a fuck about my reputation. It doesn't matter. I don't give a fuck about teaching here. None of it matters. Not a damn thing matters anymore besides the fact that for the first time in years I feel like I can let my guard down with you. I don't know why. I barely fucking know you, but you see through me and it scares the shit out of me, but I can't let whatever it is that I feel for you go because of the fucking rules."

We were both breathing heavily and his passion had startled me just as much as his speed had. His pale eyes continued to stare into mine for what felt like an eternity as I took in everything that he had said. Every word rung in my ears as my mind raced through my options. He was right. I knew it. I had known that everything that he had said was true before he even said it because I felt the same way. He was the only person that had taken away the nightmares that had plagued me for the past months. He was the only person that I felt that I could actually talk to without having to shut down afterwards. He was right and we both knew it.

My lips quickly found his and all the passion of his speech spilled into his kiss. He pushed against my lips hungrily and we devoured each other. His fingers knotted into my hair, pulling me closer. My body seemed to melt into him, and without my knowing I was on the floor, kneeling with him. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily, trying our best to catch our breath, our faces still incredibly close. He moved his hands down and embraced me, pulling me as close as he could. I leaned my head against his shoulder, closing my eyes and breathing in the familiar smell of soap.

"You're a much better kisser when you're not drunk." I giggled, thinking back to that first kiss in the Three Broomsticks.

"Well when you're hand chosen by the Dark Lord himself the ladies practically jump you in the corridors, so I've had an unbelievable amount of practice." He half joked as he rose from his spot on the floor, helping me up after he had stood. I knew Draco's past with women just as well as I knew his past with the Dark Arts. His eyes met mine as I nervously picked at the sleeve of my jumper.

"I'm assuming you may have a little less experience?" he asked gently. I met his eyes and found myself remembering another set of blue eyes.

"I'm not as inexperienced as you may think. We aren't so concerned about books in Ravenclaw tower that we don't engage in the activities that most of the school seems to be concerned with, especially considering we never which day would be our last." I tried to seem more confident and not nearly as pained as I felt recalling those blue eyes. I apparently wasn't very successful in my charade though as Draco gently nodded and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I suppose that there is a lot that we don't know about each other. I would like to fix that though." Draco said, his pale eyes squinted at me slightly.