-Author's Note- Hey everybody! I know its been a very long time but I hope you can forgive me cuz this is a nice long chapter. However, this chapter is also NSFW so readers be warned.
"Alright kids, wrap it up. I appreciate a show as much as the next guy but this is feeling obscene!" George shouted, forcing Kyra to giggle and pull apart from Draco. She kept her arms around him, her forehead pressed to his. His eyes pierced her own and she couldn't bring herself to look away.
"Sorry, Weasley, we aren't making you uncomfortable, are we?" Draco asked with faux-concern.
"Actually, a bit, yes!" George countered.
"Well we wouldn't want that, now would we?" He challenged. George begin to speak but Kyra didn't hear it as Draco connected his lips with hers again, this time grabbing a fist-full of hair and pressing her hard against him. He slid a tongue into her mouth, deepening their kiss before turning them around and pushing her against the wall, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. Kyra tangled her hands in his hair, smiling into the kiss.
Kyra heard George scoffing beside her and leading Sophie away.
"Come on everyone, let's give these crazy kids some alone time." Kyra pulled herself away long enough to see George herding the group out of the room.
As the door slid to a quiet close, Draco allowed Kyra to slide back to the ground. Stepping back, he fully took in the sight of her, a smirk sweeping across his face. Kyra stared hard at the ground, unable to look at him, though a small smile still lit up her face.
"Well I certainly appreciate that greeting." He said after several moments of silence. Kyra stifled a laugh, finally glancing up at him. "So am I take to take this to mean that you've come to your senses?" He continued, his smirk visible even in his eyes. Rolling her eyes, Kyra raised an eyebrow.
"More like I've finally decided to act on behalf of my delirium. I've clearly lost my mind but I figured its time I stop fighting it." A genuine smile rose to Draco's face and Kyra could feel her heart melting at the sight. It was entirely possible that this was a terrible decision but seeing Draco smile the way he was made everything worth it. The warmth in his expression was one she had never seen before. In that moment, she was acutely aware of the fact that she would do anything in her power to see that smile every day of her life.
Draco closed the space between them again, wrapping an arm around her waist and tangling his other hand up in her hair. "Well I'm glad to hear that." He spoke in a raspy whisper, hovering his lips less than an inch from her own. Kyra felt her breath catch in her throat, her heart racing faster than she knew possible. "As much as I enjoyed these last few weeks, I'm fairly certain that this is better than anything else." Kyra smiled for a moment but Draco's lips gently found their way to hers, molding into them. She felt her world spin as she wrapped her arms around his neck, barely recognizing the feeling of his hands on her waist. She had never felt so perfectly at peace.
Kyra had spent the next week with Draco practically glued to her side. The time passed impossibly quick and felt like an enormous whirlwind. Every second not spent in class was spent up in the tower, improving their battle skills and doing research on spell creation. Despite having spent the vast majority of her time with Draco, they had hardly found even a second to be alone.
Glancing out the window absentmindedly, Kyra hardly recognized the thick flurries that were rapidly accumulating outside. The sky was a mess of white as the snow swirled violently, the winds whipping against the window panes, plastering the snow to the glass.
A gentle tap on her shoulder brought Kyra back to the present as her head snapped in that direction. Draco was standing above her, grinning down at her, now rubbing slow, deliberate circles on her skin. He folded down next to her, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to his body.
"What do you say we get out of here for a bit, darling?" He whispered in a smooth, even tone. Kyra raised an eyebrow, suspicious. It had been snowing for hours and they were nearly certainly snowed in. Every shop in town was sure to be closed.
"How do you propose we do that, darling?" A sly smirk spread across his face and he stood in one swift motion, grabbing her hand, and pulling her after her. Kyra couldn't help but laugh as he excitedly dragged her behind him. She couldn't help but wonder if this was how he had been as a child on Christmas morning. The thought of a young Draco, running through the halls with an enormous, toothy smile, brought substantial happiness to her.
He stopped in his tracks at the familiar, wooden door that led out to the lake, which had frozen over the previous week. Cautiously pulling the door open, they were met with violent winds and plump, damp snowflakes. Kyra glanced around, wondering what he could possibly have planned. Her eyes followed Draco as he stepped out into the weather, taking several steps to the left. That's when she spotted it—a small teacup tied to a string that had been attached to the wall. Her mouth drew in tight, her brows furrowed.
"Come on, beautiful. On three," The realization hit her like a ton of bricks—it was a portkey! She rushed in quickly, not failing to note the smirk that Draco sported. "One…Two…Three." Kyra gripped the cup swiftly, not having enough time to even contemplate where the portkey could be taking them. The ground suddenly fell out from under her, the world spinning around her. She heard the distant sound of Draco's voice, though she couldn't make out what he said. Assuming he was telling it was time, she released the cup, expertly allowing herself to float down. Glancing over, she spotted Draco floating down with ease.
As she felt the ground beneath her feet she took a moment to look around. They were in a dark, small room with no windows. Though she could no longer see him, she felt Draco's hand clasp around hers. A small click sounded from a foot in front of her and bright light suddenly flooded the room as Draco opened the door. Kyra squinted, attempting to adjust her eyes and get a look at where they were. She allowed him to lead her further out of the room and the brightness faded, letting her take in the new room they were in. A massive dining room unveiled itself, marble floors and crystal chandeliers. The room was entirely empty, rounded along a wall of windows. Kyra rushed across the room to look out the windows, an entire city presenting itself before her.
"Where are we, Draco?" She asked, excitedly.
"Paris." He stated simply with a smile. Kyra's eyes widened, taking a closer look. There was a large stretch of green with a circular pool in the center. She had never been to Paris and had no idea whether or not this was how it would look. She thought for a moment before responding.
"Where's the Eiffel Tower?" She looked to him for a moment, hoping he could point it out to her. He stepped forward, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close.
"You're standing in it." A small gasp escaped her lips before she looked down, out the windows. There were hundreds of feet of metal beneath her. The sky was beginning to fade to streaks of pink and orange and Kyra was overtaken by the beauty. She allowed her head to fall into the crook of Draco's neck. He kissed her head gingerly, squeezing her tighter. "Would you like to sit down for some dinner?"
Nodding, Kyra followed him over to a table set with a tall candle lit in the middle. Draco pulled out the chair for her, pushing her in once she sat down. He took a seat across from her, reaching forward to grab her hands. A bright smile graced Kyra's face as she felt his skin against hers. Giving in to him had been easier than she ever thought possible.
"I can't even begin to tell you how breathtaking your smile is. I'm so glad you're here." Kyra felt heat rush to her cheeks, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.
"So am I. How did you even manage this, Draco? This is incredible!" She exclaimed, pulling one hand away to motion to the room. Her heart sped up as she saw the small smirk appear on his face; he was intimidatingly attractive.
"Oh I just pulled a few strings, don't you worry about it." With that, a man in a black suit appeared by their table.
"May I take your order, ma'am?" Kyra stammered, looking at Draco desperately.
"Oh…I…uh…I haven't had a chance to look at the menu." She took a panicked look around the table, not seeing a menu in sight.
"Oh there are no menus, ma'am. We have been instructed to make anything you request." Kyra reeled, shooting Draco an incredulous glance. She requested a minute to think and the man nodded politely, shuffling from the room.
"You really didn't have to do all this, Draco. You could have taken me to Hog's Head and I would have been happy." He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
"I promised you I would take you on real dates, Kyra. You deserve the best and I'll be damned if I don't do everything in my power to give it to you." Emotion welled in her gut as she locked eyes with him. In one swift motion, she pulled him close to her, pressing her lips to his. The room spun around her for a moment before she pulled away. "Plus, I really like making you do that." He added with a sly smile. She smirked to herself, her eyes falling to the table.
Sitting back, she contemplated what she should order, asking politely for it when the waiter came back to them. She sat in silence with Draco while they ate, occasionally glancing up at him, catching him staring every time.
"You know, you'll never finish your dinner if you don't stop staring." She stated with a small smirk. Draco grinned, his icy blue eyes connecting with hers.
"Well if you would stop distracting me by being so goddamn beautiful, I'd be able to eat." Kyra felt heat rush to her cheeks. She felt her stomach flip several times and averted her eyes. "Don't look away, darling. I'm not ready to stop looking at you." Kyra looked up slowly, the corners of her mouth pulling up. "Merlin, I am the luckiest man alive."
"Grab my hand, I'm gonna apparate us out of here." Draco declared, standing in front of the windows. Kyra shuffled toward him.
"We can't apparate into the castle, Draco." She stated, the words coming out like more of a question than she had anticipated. He glanced down at her with a knowing smile and grabbed her hand gingerly.
With that, Kyra felt the familiar sensation of being squeezed through a tube. Her head was spinning as she landed on her feet. Draco's hand was still in hers, holding on tightly. Glancing around she took in the rustic cabin they were in. The room was enormous, ceilings taller than she had ever seen with thick wooden beams stretching across them. There was a wall of windows that reached from floor to ceiling, revealing a mountain range coated in white. Snow was falling wherever they were, drifting through the sky in slow motion.
She felt Draco pulling her toward the couches in the corner of the room. They surrounded a massive stone fireplace that crackled a few feet from them. Draco pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Snuggling into him, she buried her head in the crook of his neck. With a strong finger on her chin, he lifted her head, his eyes connecting with hers. An involuntary smile crept onto her face. He slowly closed the space between their lips, a hand moving into her hair to hold her closer. She moved her lips with his, getting lost in him. Time escaped her as they kissed. He pulled away after a minute, leaving her reeling.
"You're radiant." He whispered, mere millimeters from her. She relaxed into him, running a hand through his hair, briefly thinking his hair matched the snow outside. She was glad he decided to forgo the hair gel this year; the disheveled look suited him. His mouth twitched into a slight smile, his eyes glued to her.
"What is this place, Draco?" She asked idly.
"It's my family's cabin." Kyra thought to herself that she wouldn't consider a place this large to be a cabin. "My family has had this place since before I was born," He explained, keeping his gaze trained out the window, "Actually, they bought it while my mum was pregnant with me. She always loved the mountains but I don't think we came here even once. I've never even been to Switzerland. This is the first time. We own a house here and I've never even been. We were supposed to come one Christmas but then Dad got arrested and Mum and I couldn't bring ourselves to come here without him." He trailed off. Kyra hadn't considered how difficult it must have been for him to lose his father like that. The thought hit her moments later that the way he was about to lose him was infinitely worse. The man she had been villainizing was his father—someone he had grown up with, someone he had memories with, someone he loved, someone who was going to be put to death soon. His voice interrupted her thoughts, "Would you like to see the rest of the house?" Nodding, she unfolded herself, standing up and offering him a hand to pull him up. He stood swiftly, getting very close to her and kissing her quickly before threading their fingers together and leading her from the room.
He brought her into the kitchen that was adjacent to the sitting room. It was enormous with dark wood cabinets and stainless appliances that appeared unused. He briefly mentioned that it was the kitchen before moving on. They explored several levels to the house, where she saw several luxurious bathrooms along with bedrooms larger than her house. Draco explained that he had thoroughly explored when he came to place the portkey home here.
"And this is my room." He explained, motioning to a door before turning the knob to open it. Stepping through, he urged her through with him. She glanced around the untouched room, a king sized bed sat in the center with a billowing canopy. There was a small fireplace on the way and another door, which she assumed led to a private bathroom.
Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the feeling of Draco's hands on her as he pushed her back against the door. He pinned her to the door, pressing his body flesh against hers, his hands on either side of her. Kyra felt her heart rate quicken as she caught a glimpse of his eyes, hungry and needy. He slammed his lips against hers, pushing his hips harder into hers. His teeth grazed her lower lip, one of his hands travelling to her hair, pulling at it hastily.
Kyra responded, draping her arms around him, pulling him closer. He bit harder at his lip this time, pulling back slightly. His other hand wandered down her curves, tracing her torso before travelling around to grab her butt. Kyra wrapped a leg up by his hip, causing him to abandon her hair and reach to pick her up so she could wrap both legs around him.
He slammed her against the door roughly, one arm staying on her ass, the other gruffly moving up and down her sides. His tongue darted inside her mouth, swirling around her own. Her hands moved into his hair, tugging hard at it. This elicited a quiet groan and a new hunger for her. His hand slid under her shirt, groping her chest. Kyra tugged at his shirt, urging him to remove it. He did so in fluid movements, soon moving to remove hers too, making a point to push her harder against the door as he did, and pushing his hips hard against hers. He moved his body against hers, his hands exploring her chest as his mouth began to trail kisses across her jaw down to her neck. He began to bite and suck at the tender skin of her nape, forcing a muffle moan from her lips. She felt his hips push harder at the noise, his bulge more noticeable now.
Without notice he picked her back up, carrying her across the room, dropping her into the bed.
Draco collapsed beside her, pulling her against his chest, yanking the covers up over them. He gingerly kissed the top of her head before settling back in. As she drifted off to sleep, she could have sworn she heard a whisper of 'I love you'.