Disclaimer: Harry Potter may not be mine, but I can still have fun with his world.

My Father

Chapter Twenty

Sarai's POV

After many intense shouting matches with Madam Pomfrey, I was allowed to leave the hospital wing almost a week after I was attacked. She did not want to let me go, as she deemed the rest of the school unsafe, and what with the curse which that bastard Dolohov used on me, I apparently had a death wish of my own.

I assured her I would be quite safe, and I promised her that I would not stray out of anyone's sight again so I would not be attacked again and wind up in the hospital wing all over.

Draco kept a protective arm around me through our whole walk down to the common room. I was very happy to be out of the hospital wing, as I was beginning to become irritable and bored during the long hours that I was forced to lie there and do nothing. Of course, I could have been doing schoolwork, but, what the hell? Who needs schoolwork? Besides, Dumbledore said that I didn't have to return to classes right away. Since I was let out of the hospital wing on a Thursday, Dumbledore said I could take Friday and the rest of the weekend to get better and return to classes on Monday.

"Um, Draco?"

"Yes, love?"

"I might need a tad bit of help getting caught up on my schoolwork. I sort of, um, didn't do it the whole week."

He grinned down at me. "Not exactly up to that charming essay that Snape gave us to write on the properties of the ingredients for Veritaserum, eh?"

I grinned too. "Yes, well, if it's an essay assigned by my dear father, you can guarantee that it won't get done just so I can piss him off some more."

"We'll get it done. I help you. Hell, I'll do some of your work for you if it means getting it done and keeping you out of detention. You do realize that we, ahem, never finished what we started a week ago?"

I blushed. Damn him, of course I didn't forget. Hell, that's all I could think about when I was stuck in that damn claustrophobic hospital wing. If had just decided to use the bathroom in the damn common room, then none of this would have ever happened, and Draco and I would have, well, you get the picture.

"I know."

That damn eyebrow of his rose unnecessarily. "Feeling up to it now?"

I laughed and pushed his arm off my shoulders. "Give me some time to get used to being out of that damn hospital wing. I'm still, ahem, recuperating."

He pretended to pout. But then he brightened again. "Are you up to a good snog session?"

I smirked. "Perhaps."

I kept walking, leaving him standing there gaping after me. I tried to walk in the most seductive way I could manage, all swishing my butt from side to side and smiling angelically over my shoulder at him as he ran to catch up to me.

"You, Sarai Shulamith, are a tease," he growled in my ear as he attempted to kiss my neck.

I pretended to look offended. "Moi?"

"Yes, you. You drive me bloody crazy. And then you start walking like that. . ." he trailed off, slowing down so he could check out my assets.

"Walking like what?" I asked innocently as I exaggerated my walk some more.

I had the poor boy practically drooling. I stopped walking and let him catch up to me again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to reach his ear.

"I promise you, as soon as I feel good again, we will have our fun. Until then, you'll just have to get by with anything but the bed," I whispered before nipping at his ear.

He had to clamp his hands to his sides to keep from ripping my clothes off right then and there. I laughed at him before grabbing his hand and walking the rest of the way down to the common room.

I decided to start tackling that homework that those damn professors assigned once we got into the common room. At first, Draco thought I had changed my mind when I started leading him towards the girls dorms, but when I started grabbing books off my bedside table and cramming them in his arms, he quickly got the hint.

And might I add, he was not very happy to see the books.

"Look at it this way, the sooner we get this out of the way, the sooner we can have our fun," I said as I smirked suggestively.

His eyebrow went up again. "So that's how it works, eh?"

"Well, sometimes you gotta have a lot of work and no play, but I think in this case, we can have a lot of work, and then reward ourselves with a lot of play."

His eyes got that glazed over, lustful look again. I laughed at him and steered him out of the dorm before he abandoned all pretense and threw me onto my bed.

Together out in the common room, comfortable on our couch in front of the fire, we worked together to get that damn essay from my father written. We managed to get through most of the stuff that Flitwick, McGonagall, and Binns assigned as well. The only thing I had left to do was a roll of parchment on something in my Arithmancy book. I decided to save that for another time.

My stomach rumbled loudly as I corked my ink bottle. I glanced at my watch. Dinner time.

"Come on, let's go get dinner. I'm starving," I said, getting up and stacking my books together.

Draco didn't say anything. He just stood and followed me back into the girls dorms so I could put my books away.

I dumped my books back down on my table. When I turned around, Draco was standing there, still silent. But there was something in his eyes. He moved towards me, closing the space between us. Almost automatically, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his lips met mine.

He tongue ran along my lower lip, begging for entrance. My lips parted, and his tongue slipped in, exploring my mouth in smooth, even strokes.

I honestly did not know what the hell I was doing. Something told me to just go with it.

His hands slid down to my hips and pulled me closer to him, fitting me snugly against his body. I could feel his obvious arousal hardening against my upper thigh.

He tore away from my mouth and moved down to my neck, biting and sucking his way down to my collarbone. He walked me backwards until I was up against the wall, pinning me there.

Then I came to my senses.

"Draco," I gasped out as he assaulted my neck. "Anyone could walk in. . ."

He pulled out his wand and magically locked the door with a complicated charm before returning to his assault on my neck.

Oh what the hell. I'm tired of second guessing myself. It's time to live a little, dammit.

Without warning, he picked me up and carried me over to my bed and set me down gently. He discarded his shirt before climbing onto the bed himself.

I didn't even pretend not to stare. He was every kind of sexy. I could feel myself drooling as he lowered himself down on top of me, still gently. His face was serious as he looked into my eyes before lowering himself down towards my stomach.

Rolling up little bits of my shirt, he ravished my stomach with kisses. He got higher and higher, rolling up more and more shirt. Soon, he was attacking my rib cage with his tongue.

Almost involuntarily, I groaned softly with pleasure. Taking that as his cue, in one swift movement, he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it.

He allowed his eyes to wander all over me once the shirt was gone. And for once, I wasn't complaining.

He lowered himself down on top of me again and began ravishing my mouth some more. He was still being gentle though, and had most of his weight suspended on his hands. He didn't want to hurt me.

He sat up again and trailed his hands down my sides to my jeans' zipper. He slowly and teasingly unzipped them, and just as slowly began pulling them off, stopping here and there to kiss some neglected bit of skin.

I started laughing as he made his way down my leg.

"Dammit, that tickles!" I exclaimed.

"Let me fix that," he whispered seductively, as he moved over me again, kissing my stomach and ribs on the way up.

This time, he carefully laid down on top of me.

"Am I hurting you?" he whispered anxiously.

I shook my head.

He started in on my neck again. His hands were all over the place, touching, caressing. He turned me on my side to get access to my bra clasp and undid it. He pulled it off and discarded it. His hand went to one of my breasts and began to massage and knead it.

I groaned in pleasure again.

Draco got that mischievous look in his eyes and he licked his way down my collarbone and upper chest. He allowed his mouth to take over where his hands were. His tongue trailed across my breast, making me arch my back to meet his touch.

"Dammit, Draco," I moaned out.

His hand slid down my side and to my inner thigh, caressing softly. His touch made my skin feel like it was on fire. Then he slid his hand inside my knickers and touched me in ways that I had never been touched before. He manipulated me in ways that brought me to the edge. But then he stopped.

I groaned in disappointment.

"Don't worry love, I promise to finish it," he whispered.

I decided it was my turn to make him feel good. I sat up and flipped him so he was on the bottom.

"My turn," I whispered, leaning in to kiss my way across his chest.

He was surprised, but didn't complain when I ran my tongue across one of his hard nipples. I let my hands wander freely, exploring his chest and abs. I hastened to undo his jeans and free him from the damned things.

I slipped a hand inside his boxers and returned the favor from earlier and began to pleasure him as he had me. He groaned my name in ecstacy, lifting his hips to meet my touch.

I gazed at his face. He looked like he was in heaven. His eyes were shut, but I could see his eyeballs rolling underneath. He was panting heavily, as though he was running, and an occasional groan would escape his lips.

"Fuck," he muttered.

Without warning, he sat up and flipped me so I was on the bottom again. He literally ripped my knickers off me and carefully lowered himself onto me again.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you," he whispered.

He pushed himself into me slowly. Shivers of pleasure and pain radiated up my spine. I groaned in pleasure as he pushed himself further inside.

"Are you okay?" he whispered.

"Yes," I gasped out.

Taking that as his cue, he started to move in and out a little harder and faster. At first, it hurt like hell, but I soon acclimated and began to keep up with him. I arched my back to meet each of his thrusts. I had never felt like this before.

This time, he took me over the edge. He had me nearly screaming my name as he finished what he had started earlier, as promised. I laid there, my body slowly returning back to normal from the rush that Draco had given me.

Draco carefully laid on top of me, still inside me. Both of us were breathing heavily, as though we had run a damn marathon.

"Are you okay?" he whispered again.

"I'm fine," I whispered sleepily.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, you know that?"

I sighed in answer.

"I love you, Sarai," he said softly before kissing my shoulder.

"I love you too, Draco."

All thoughts of dinner were forgotten as we laid there. We fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms, listening to our hearts beat, almost as one.