(A/N: A completely unplanned and impromptu chapter I came up with after a few reviewers mentioned I had been leaving a key part out of my plot recently. I guess if life hands you lemons you just have to hand one right back )

Here Comes the Sun

"Draco, where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise. Hence me saying 'wake up, I have a surprise'."

"Yes, but usually that means 'wake up and roll over', not 'wake up and follow me to the rooftops before the crack of dawn'," Astoria muttered, being careful not to trip over the edge of where one roof ended and another began. Draco merely smirked as he continued to tug urgently on her hand, leading her across the rows of connected buildings on Diagon Alley. Astoria was completely perplexed. Usually it was a chore to get him to wake up before nine, let alone any earlier and on the weekend. But this morning she had been roused by a soft nudge and a kiss on the forehead. Her eyes opened to the image of Draco kneeling before her, fully dressed, her cloak in his hands as he stood grinning in the dark. Under any other circumstance she would have told him to shove off, but she was so thoroughly taken aback by the situation she couldn't help but follow. Now as she stood out in the dark, the cold wind whipping at her face, she cursed herself for losing her wits.

She scowled as she looked upwards. It had been a particularly long and nasty winter. Grey clouds had perpetually stained the sky since Christmas. The plants in her greenhouse had suffered due to this, no matter how threating she or Draco were to them. As for her potion…well, she had achieved a mixed bag of problematic success to say the least.

"Draco, I'm serious. Tell me what we're doing," she demanded, finding her already questionable mood turning sour as they hit a literal brick wall.

"Just trust me, okay?" he shot back. He raised his arms to their full extent, grabbing hold of the edge of tallest building on their block. He swung himself up quickly, disappearing for a moment as he got to his feet. Astoria crossed her arms and frowned as he offered her his hand.

"Quit being such a nancy," he grinned, dipping his hand down closer. Astoria scoffed in exasperation before allowing him to heave her up onto the roof. He pulled her in hard so she crashed into his chest. He smirked obnoxiously at her before she quickly pushed herself away. Scowling, she turned from him and faced the horizon.

It was then that she first spotted it. At their height their view was expanded to see more of the horizon. Far out in the distance she noticed a break in the cloud line. And at the very bottom of that break she saw the faint pink and yellow traces of light.

"Sunshine," she whispered breathlessly, almost not believing what she saw.

"That's correct," Draco replied smugly from behind. "The forecast predicts a whole twenty minutes of it."

"I know this is silly, but I'd almost…forgotten," she trailed off, smiling as the first beam of light landed on her chilled face.

"That's why I had it cleared just for you," Draco continued, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"How impressive of you," she grinned, biting her lip in containment.

"It's true. How else do you explain this happening on our anniversary?" he inquired, kissing her temple lightly.

"Anniversary?" she exclaimed, turning to face him in further bewilderment.

"Mmmhmm. Today is exactly six months since I first bent you over and helped you see God," he explained self-contentedly.

"How do you even remember that?" she inquired, her morning amazement never ceasing.

"It's Pansy's half birthday," he replied simply. Astoria's quick anger was channeled through her closed fist crashing into his shoulder.

"Ouch!" he laughed. "Come on, she burnt any day having to do with her into my mind ages ago. But obviously it actually means something to me now…darling."

"Nice save," she muttered, begrudgingly allowing him to place his arms back around her.

"I thought so," he replied.

"Six months," she repeated in contemplation. "Has it really only been that long?"

"Feels like it's been a lifetime, I know."

"A couple of lifetimes," she bantered back, reflecting quietly over the implication of the milestone. So much had changed in that flash of time. Back then she would have done anything for freedom, for her independence. The idea of a relationship went against everything she stood for, and love was simply an illness that ate away at one's life, identity, and sanity. Draco Malfoy was nothing more to her than another male Slytherin elite; acknowledgeable in intelligence and arguably attractive, but far from the smartest or hottest in the bunch.

But now as she felt his warm breath on her neck as his chin rested upon her shoulder she had to admit she could no longer picture life without him. He was still maddening as ever, inherently spoiled and zealously smug, but those had all become inexplicably endearing traits that made him who he was. Something about his self-righteous nature and smirking confidence allowed her to be overpowered by him in key instances. The ways he handled her, like dragging her out of bed in the morning and herding across rooftops, caused her to be tricked into romance that she would otherwise deject in an instant. And these rouses caused an elation and intimate passion for another human being that she never thought possible. These were experiences she secretly appreciated having been fooled into, for they were feelings she had definitely been missing out on.

"So tell me, am I the most romantic and thoughtful boyfriend or what?" he inquired, the smirk on his face all too clearly pictured in her mind.

"Will you be quiet? Your big head is casting a shadow and I haven't felt the sun in ages," she replied back, suppressing a grin as he squeezed her stomach affectionately. "But as far as things you've done this certainty hasn't been your worst idea. It's definitely better than the 'Valentine's Day Fiasco'."

"I thought we agreed never to mention that again," he stated bitterly. "Besides, it's not like you actually care about stuff like that or this."

"I never said that," she interjected quickly, intent on preserving their moment. "Well, okay, maybe I did, but I certainly didn't mean it."

"I know," he laughed, kissing her cheek again. "Which why, given the present circumstances, I thought it especially pertinent that we do something today."

"What do you mean?" she asked seriously, turning around so she could face him properly.

"Well it's just things are changing, aren't they?" he stated, smiling in assurance as he explained himself. "I have that big business meeting coming up that could launch my whole company. You're in the final stages of your potion which could mean really big things for you. All of which is really great, but things are about to get really hectic. We'll both be really busy with responsibilities tugging on us at every angle. I figured it would be important for us to take the time to make sure that no matter what direction our careers take us that we go the paths together."

Astoria's lips parted in astonishment. No matter how well she thought she knew him Draco could always manage to surprise. She had not thought about the changes that lay ahead of them, but he was right. Draco had been working tirelessly on his presentation for his and Ford's powder. If it was able to sell, which she knew it would, he would be uplifted into instant and breaking success. As for her potion…well it was, in a sense, completed…

She had not thought about what these changes and challenges could mean for their relationship, which is why she knew she needed Draco more than ever. These were the important things that he realized and brought to their attention. Though she felt like she was the one who often carried them through day to day, it was always Draco who paved the way for the big picture. Despite his selfish spoiled ways it was clear that he cared for her, for them, very deeply. She was so touched by the sentiment she could barely string her words together to form phrases of gratitude and endearment. All she could do was stand as her cheeks flushed hard despite the sun's warmth, and let her intense and undying feelings for him wash over her.

"Draco," she was finally able to state, her voice cracking in overwhelming emotion.

"Why Azzy, you look like you have something on your mind," he replied to her in false concern, his lips flipping up in the beginnings of a smirk. "Almost like you have something you wish to tell, neigh, confess to me."

Astoria's wits and self-control were immediately brought about by the implication, and she responded with the nastiest scowl she could muster.

"Fuck you," she spat, once again turning to move away from him.

"No, that's not the verb I was looking for," he announced, grabbing her arms firmly so she couldn't struggle away. "It was close though, you got the letter count correct."

"Unhand me, you bastard!" she demanded through gritted teeth, continuing to wriggle under his hold. "I don't say those words and I never will!"

"And why do I not believe you?" he inquired calmly, his eyes flashing in desire as she continued to fight him.

"Because you're a fool!" she stated through a gnash. "And if it means so much to you why don't you just say it?"

"Ladies first," he smirked, before grasping her face and pulling her into a kiss. Astoria grimaced as his hands went up into her hair, locking her into a submissive place. She pounded on his chest to push him away, but he simply ignored her protest and continued kissing her. His hands untangled themselves from her hair and slid down to her waist. Before she knew it he had lifted her off her feet and proceeded to carry her towards the center of the rooftop. Astoria stretched her arms, bracing herself on his shoulders to push herself away. Her strength, however, seemed to quickly fail her and she found her muscles relaxing with every step he took. By the time she felt her back pressed against the firm brick of the chimney her hands were all but clutching his neck. When he seated her down on the chimney's protruding base without ever breaking their kiss she could only manage to push him away slightly. Her hands remained firm on his chest, leaving a few tantalizing inches between their bodies so he could not fully embrace her. But even this act of protest was not long lasting, as her legs could not help but wrap themselves around his waist, capturing him and pulling him closer.

"This is why I think you will say it first," he muttered into her ear, his hands slowly falling down the fabric of his old dress shirt she wore to bed. Astoria gasped as his frozen hand lay upon her thigh, the spark of cold contact causing her heart to leap. Slowly his hand inched forward until his fingertips slipped determinedly under her knickers. She grasped at his neck, breathing hard as she buried her head at the base. The chilled condition of his fingers was more acutely felt as they slowly massaged her clit. Her hips started thrusting forward, part in due to warm his hands with her own body heat, but mostly to urge him further. Draco gave off a contemptuous smirking laugh at the motion before plunging his two fingers deep within her folds. The vast difference between his frozen fingers and her wet heat was shocking, and she whimpered heavily into his neck as his hand continued to slide in and out of her swiftly. Her hands grasped the thin fabric of his shirt and she could feel his own heart pounding intently.

He removed his free hand from her thigh and gently grabbed her own, guiding it down his slick torso to his trousers. She immediately felt his hard member through the fabric, and she closed her eyes in shared pleasure as he started to cant against her grip. Her hands shook as she unlatched his belt, her brain sensually overloaded as his thumb circled her clit in concert with his continued thrusts. Heat radiated from his smooth prick as she was finally able to wrap her hands around it, and his own breathing became hitched as his free hand tangled itself back in her hair. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold spilt down her spine as she let her desire overtake her. She pushed him away gently so she could slide off the base of the chimney and settle to her knees.

"Fuck Azzy," he groaned as her mouth stretched tight around his length. He stared down at her, watching his cock slide in and out of her lips as she took him inch by inch. Her tongue always managed to swish precipitously around his tip each time she pulled away, causing him to twitch in elation before she stuffed him back down her throat. The sensation was almost too much for him, and he felt impending signs of release. Despite the rush of serotonin and endorphins flooding his brain a memory clearly lodged itself into his consciousness. He recalled the last time he came too early, of the cuts that seared his wrists from being tied up, and the promise of a perpetual state of capture if he ever did such a thing again. He couldn't help but laugh at the recollection, and affectionately stroked the hair of the crazed woman who continued to suck him off.

A gust of brutal wind blew their way, causing Astoria to wince and shiver as she caught her breath. The sun had already begun to disappear behind the thick clouds and her cloak had been long since abandoned, leaving her clad only in his old dress shirt and thin lacy knickers. He quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arms around her as she released another shiver. With a flick of his wand he produced a thick and soft blanket and spread out onto the ground. Without another wasted second he grabbed her thigh and lifted up her leg, gently lowering her down before lying on top of her.

"To protect you from the wind," he grinned, settling himself into his rightful place between her legs.

"How valiant," she replied, smirking back at him before locking into another kiss. One of Draco's hands tenderly clutched her face as the other scaled down her body possessively. He slipped the buttons off the shirt one by one until he could feel her soft skin under his palm. He rolled one of her swollen breasts in his hold, lightly pinching the nipple before claiming it with his lips. He heard her gasp as he dragged his tongue across it, feeling the textured goose bumps that formed as he did.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered as his face returned to hers, his hands dipping back into her folds as he rose slightly to his knees. Astoria kissed him hard as she reached out for his cock desperately.

"And you're like putty in my hands," he smirked before plunging himself inside her. Astoria merely moaned in response, both hating and loving the truth of the statement. She grasped to him tightly as he rocked into her forcefully, bathing in the sounds of his grunted curses and moans. After a few minutes his hands slipped between her thighs, touching her urgently in the hopes that she would follow him into climax.

At that very moment she couldn't help but admit that she would follow him anywhere, and as her orgasm hit her violently she had no choice but to kiss him desperately. She needed her mouth to be engaged, otherwise she was certain that those three little and dangerous words would come tumbling helplessly out.