Chapter 21:

V stood in front of her mirror. She was casting protections spells on almost every inch of cloth that belonged to the dress, not that there is much.

A box had appeared that morning with a note, "Wear this for me. – DL." Inside had been what V originally thought were individual gauze handkerchiefs. Once she had pulled what appeared to be shoulder straps out though, the kerchiefs hung, overlapping each other in the shape of a dress that came down to about mid-thigh.

She rotated in front of the mirror, checking the silver and green kerchiefs for gaps. They were extremely sheer and she couldn't wear any undergarments with it. The only thing that kept her from being completely bare was the fact that the kerchiefs overlapped and the dress was in a 'flapper' style.

She felt highly uncomfortable. Her make-up was light and she left her hair down, hoping for any and all coverage possible. She transfigured her standard black collar into a silver bicep armband, and placed her potions and wand minimized on that.

She wore silver sandal flats with diamonds glinting off the straps. She knew she was going to freeze and summoned her white fur cloak out of the closet. She began casting warming spells on the dress as well and sighed in relief.

She walked into her sitting room and took another sip of the green tea she had begged for. She could feel her nerves relaxing slightly and began to focus on the tasks ahead for the night. I can do this. She heard a slight rap on the door and knew it was her escort to take her down to the hall where she would meet the Dark Lord.

She grabbed her fur cloak and walked slowly to the door.

She opened it to see Draco in his finery. They hadn't spoken more than five words to each other since their fight four days ago. She refused to look him over, but didn't miss the glare he sent at her dress. She knew it was entirely too revealing, but couldn't do much about it.

He took her cloak from her and helped her shrug it on. She tensed under his warm fingertips and cursed herself for not having control. She murmured, "Is Harry in position?"

He answered shortly, "Yes."

"Did the Order members get my portkeys?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to answer all my questions in only monosyllables?"

"Ye …" he raised an eyebrow at her. "So you want to talk now? Now, while you're dressed the part of Voldemort's whore?"

She glared at him, "It's not as though I wanted to wear this … this scrap! He sent it."

"Well, Merlin forbid my critique then." He said sarcastically and began to lead her down to the foyer.

They were both silent as they walked the halls, but as they neared the stairs, V slowed her steps. She glanced at Draco with a hint of fear in her eyes, "This is it, isn't it? We make it or break it tonight," she shuddered.

He pulled her back into the shadows roughly and said harshly, "Don't pull out now, V. We've worked too hard to get here; too many months of planning and spewing lies." His eyes were blazing and he was barely an inch away from her face. "It ends tonight."

He took one look into her emotional eyes and claimed her lips in a bruising kiss. He rejoiced at the feel of her velvet lips beneath his once more. He felt her melt slightly against him and wrapped his arms around her barely clothed back, bringing her closer.

She felt his tongue rub against her lower lip, seeking entrance and she opened her mouth in a small moan. The moment his tongue rubbed against her own she felt as though she had found her balance. The balance her animagi had mentioned all those years ago - the balance she had been searching for. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wove her fingers into his hair. She clutched his mouth to her own and softly scraped her teeth along his tongue.

He groaned softly and thrust a leg between hers, pinning her to the wall. His hands came around to her front and fondled her breasts through the sheer fabric. She was losing the ability to stand and thrust her hips against his rock-hard thigh. One of her hands was digging into his shoulder, while the other seemed ready to scalp him if he were to stop.

He slowly moved his mouth from her own to her cheek, the shell of her ear, the pulsing spot on her neck, and then the hollow between her shoulder and neck. He lapped at her soft skin as she rested her head against the wall and whimpered quietly.

Each was aware of their Lord's presence down the stairs and it only excited them more. Draco took one hand and slowly slid it up her thighs, caressing her moist folds. The other hand caressed her left breast while he took the right nipple into his mouth through the silky fabric. The feel of his mouth through the wet fabric on her already painfully hard nipple caused her to convulse slightly and rub against the hand that was teasing her below.

She rocked against his palm, feeling his own arousal against her hip. She took her hand from his shoulder and moved it to his trousers, unbuttoning the waist and unzipping quickly. She tugged his pants and boxers down over his pulsing cock and grasped it in her hand. He almost bit down on her nipple in pleasure. He traded breasts and began to work the other one furiously as he slipped one then two fingers into her soft core.

She was whimpering and he was stifling groans. She was pumping his cock hard and fast as she played with his balls lightly. He had managed three fingers into her and was caressing her clit with his thumb. He could practically smell her arousal coating his fingers and at her half-moaned plea of "Dracooo," he pulled her hand away, thrust her skirt up, hooked her legs around his waist, and pushed into her against the wall.

Her head bumped against the cold stone as she felt him slide into her up to the hilt. Her eyes opened wide in the pleasure and caught his deep grey eyes staring at her face.

They maintained eye contact as he pulled out and thrust back in slowly at first and then quickened. He ground his hips in little circles as he thrust into her, making sure to hit all of her sensitive areas. She was arching against the wall, attempting to take him even deeper into her, wanting to keep the oneness she felt for as long as possible. She was whining softly and Draco was grunting. Their eyes never left the others.

As Draco growled out, "Mine" he felt her begin to clench around him and thrust deeply into her one last time, both feeling his seed pulse into her. She whimpered "Yours" just as she fell over the edge; feeling him come within her pushing her the last bit.

They both stayed there, her head on his shoulder, him still deep within her for a few moments. Then, as though by mutual consent, she unwrapped herself from him and he slid out of her, helping her drop her legs to the ground. They each cleaned their clothes and set them aright. She cast a dual Scourgify hoping that it would be enough to dispel the smell of sex and arousal that hung around them. She felt her thighs and dress dry, as the layout of the kerchiefs straightened out.

Draco tucked himself back in, retied his hair into its ponytail, and straightened out his jacked. He turned to V and said softly, "Now we're ready."

He offered the crook of his arm, which she took, and they walked to and down the stairs. As the Dark Lord came into view, he said once more, "It ends tonight." She nodded very slightly and left his arm to curtsy to the waiting Dark Lord.

She barely heard the flimsy compliments the Dark Lord was spewing at her and simply nodded at him when he asked if she was ready to depart. She couldn't keep her mind off of the last wisp of thought that she caught in Draco's mind, just before he shut it off from the Dark Lord. As she prepared to side-apparate with her Lord, she marveled on Draco's whisper of a thought, Goodbye, my love.