Dress, check. Heels, check. Hair, check. Makeup, check. Nerves, a mess.

You and Draco promised to meet at the bottom of the grand staircase outside of the Great Hall. When you descended the steps, you saw Draco pacing nervously and raking his fingers through his hair.

You didn't expect anything less for his formal wear. His entire suit, undershirt, and tie were all black.

When you were about a third of the way down, Draco spun around to look at you. His eyes went wide and soft. They scanned up and down continuously, his jaw slacked.

"Bloody hell," he whispered.

A smile cracked across your face. "Good look on the dress. I feel amazing."

"You look amazing."

Draco extended his hand, parallel to the ground. You daintily placed your hand on top of his as he helped you down the last couple of steps.

You made you way down the quieted corridors to Slughorn's office. The music and conversation spilled out into the hall as you approached.

The ceiling was draped with emerald, gold, and crimson hangings. It looked almost as if you were in a tent. Brilliant specks of light came off of tiny lanterns floating in the air, all of which held real fairies. House elves waded through a sea of knees while carrying silver platters of food.

Draco excused himself to grab you a glass of champagne.

When he handed it off to you, you downed it in one gulp.

"Nervous?" he laughed.

"A little."

He took your glass and set it on a nearby table. "What's there to be nervous about?"

You wouldn't tell him, but your mind was waging war inside. It was slowly turning into a pile of burnt ash and mush. You and Draco hadn't spoken about what happened in the bathroom since it happened.

You didn't want to press.

You just wanted him to be happy.

Something deeply disturbed him that day, and in turn, it disturbed you.

"Care to dance?" he asked.

"Mind if I say hi to my friends first?"

"Can I come with you?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You want to go talk to Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood with me?"

"I have to start somewhere, right? Your words."

"Okay then."

You pushed through the crowd to find your friends. It wasn't hard to do. Ginny's fire red hair matched her bright red dress. Luna was wearing a baby blue, frilly dress. They both looked so beautiful.

Ginny threw her arms around you immediately.

"Blimey, you look amazing! Where'd you get the dress?" she asked.

You pointed your thumb over at Draco, who was now sheepishly looking at the ground.

"Malfoy, dare I say you have good taste?" she asked.

"I just wanted her to feel as beautiful as she looks," he replied.

Luna's grin was wholesome and kind. "That was very nice of you, Draco. Anyone fancy a dance?"

You and Ginny grinned at the same time. "Thought you'd never ask," said Ginny. Ginny grabbed yours and Luna's hands, leading you to the center of the dance floor. Before she dragged you too far away, you snatched Draco's hand to pull him along with you.

It took an extra bit of your strength to convince him.

An upbeat song thumped and echoed around you, Ginny and Luna linked hands, waving them about, and jumping up and down. You joined in, bopping your head back and forth.

Draco stood by awkwardly. You nudge your elbow at him and give him a reassuring look. He starts to sway a little more and bob his head slightly, but his feet remain glued to the ground.

You leaned in to whisper to him. "You don't have to stay. Go have a drink. I'll get a dance out of you later."

Draco planted a quick kiss on your cheek and departed.

Ginny and Luna huddled in closer.

"It was cute he tried," mentioned Ginny.

"I'm a little surprised. The two of you. But he seems really relaxed with you. Maybe this will be good for him," commented Luna.

You danced together for another few songs, and the two girls pulled you off to the side for a break.

"How have you been? It's been a while since I last saw you. Ginny told me...about the hospital wing," confessed Luna.

You smiled weakly. "I'm okay. A day at a time."

"Been spending a lot of your time with Malfoy then?" asked Ginny as she waggled her brows.

"A bit, not much though. It's kind of hard when we're focusing on classes. He's said some nice things about you, Ginny. He seems like he wants to make amends. He's just having trouble finding the right footing to do so."

"I'll believe it when I see it. But I won't write him off completely until then. I trust your judgment."

A slow song booted up, and Luna wandered off and asked Neville for a dance. Ginny nudged you in the ribs and pointed her gaze towards Draco. You smiled at your friend, and you made your way to Draco.

You pulled him into you and wrapped your arms around his neck while his wrapped around your lower back.

You swayed together in perfect harmony, the silence between you comforting you.

The entirety of the song passed, and he never dropped his gaze from you. You led with your gut, leaned in, and kissed him softly. He grabbed the side of your neck, holding you firm. The noise and lights of the party melted away, and time seemed to bend in on itself.

It wasn't until a few loud gasps erupted that you pulled away. At first, you thought everyone was making comments about you and Draco. When you turned around, you saw Filch holding Goyle by his collar.

"Caught this one trying to sneak in," he said to Slughorn.

Draco's face somehow went even paler.

"Just wanted to have a little chat with my friend," he sneered at Draco. "Did you remember what today was? Or are you too loved up with your precious mudblood to forget more important things?"

"That's enough Mr. Goyle!" thundered Slughorn. "Filch, if you'll please, escort this young man out. 50 points from Slytherin for your crudely insensitive tongue."

Slughorn came over to you both and apologized profusely.

This was the second time one of Draco's friends mentioned something about a task or something more important. What did it all mean?

Draco squeezed your hand reassuringly, said he would go off to a corner to collect himself, and suggested you hang out with Ginny and Luna again. Something poked at you. Something that told you to try and understand. But your soft heart for Draco Malfoy let it go.

You found Ginny and stayed close to her. Luna was still dancing with Neville.

"What was that all about?" asked Ginny about the commotion.

"I've no idea," you whispered.

"Is Malfoy alright? He looked really pale. And that's saying something."

"I don't know. He hasn't hung around Crabbe, Goyle, or Pansy in weeks. In fact, he's chosen me over them multiple times. Maybe he's feeling guilty? He did spend so many years being their friend. It's hard to just change who you are overnight."

"That's what worries me. I want to trust your judgment, but can you be certain that Draco is different? That he's really trying?"

"Yes," you said without hesitation. Which was strange, because hesitation was plucking at your heart strings.

"I trust you. But still, just be careful?"

"Of course."

You and Ginny continued to chat. Mainly about the party, how cute Luna and Neville were, how weird but endearing Slughorn was. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Draco tugging at his collar as he tried to sneak out of the party. Where was he going, and why hadn't he said anything to you.

"Excuse me, Ginny. Let's catch up later, yeah?"

"Where are you going?" she asked as you bolted towards the doors.

Once out of the office, you took off your heels immediately. Not only would they be horrible to try and chase someone in, but you knew the clacking of the shoes would give you away.

You peered discreetly around the corner. You saw Draco moving briskly, taking a right, and looking all around him while he moved. He looked on edge.

You jogged down the hall to catch up, and you peered around the next corner all the same. You did this continuously until Draco stopped.

He was at the entrance of the Room of Requirement.

When he stepped into the doors, you snuck over quickly, stopping the door just before it closed. You held it for a moment, wanting to make sure there was a good bit of distance between yourself and Draco.

When you thought the coast was clear, you crept in and let the door shut silently.

It was the same room from before. The giant one you stumbled into when you first found Draco here. The one with junk and piles of clutter strewn about. What was so special about this room?

Following the path you remembered from before, you slunk through columns of items and found yourself several feet behind Draco. For someone who looked so paranoid about anyone in the corridors, he looked incredibly at ease now. Perhaps, he just assumed that he was in the clear.

Stood before him was that same towering, black cabinet he was at before. He opened it up, and from what you could tell, it was empty. Then, you heard the chirping of a little bird. Draco reached down, seemingly to grab it. And after a moment, the chirping ceased. Your hand flew to your mouth to stifle the gasp that was daring to escape. Did he just kill that bird?

He placed it back inside, closed the door, and waited a moment more. He opened it back again. You had no idea what was there.

Without turning around, Draco's voiced carried through the room. "Did no one ever tell you it was rude to spy?"

Air caught in your chest and combusted into flames. The heat spread through you, incinerating any happy feeling you were clinging on to.

"Draco-" you started. The aggressive turn on his heel to face you left you stone still.

"This is the second time you've followed me in here," he hissed. "It's like someone's itching to be caught and punished."

You weren't sure if you should have been scared or turned on. Draco was seething, anger pooling out of every opening.

He marched towards you, snatched your wrist, and dragged you back towards the doors. When you get outside, he stood for a minute, eyes closed. His grip on still tight. The doors change to those ever so familiar ones of your secret hideaway.

You looked up at him, wondering what was going through his head. He seemed so angry.

He shoved you inside the doors. You tossed your heels off to the side, unable to hold them any longer for the constant trembling.

"Draco-"

"Bad girls don't get to talk."

Draco took off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them with rage. You breathed in shakily. Draco stepped up to talk into your ear. You backed yourself up against one of the posts of the bed.

"Why did you follow me?" he asked.

"I've been worried about you."

He stepped back, only drinking in your presence with his eyes. His silence worried you.

"What will I do with you?" he questioned to himself.

"Draco, please. Let's talk about this."

"Talk?! You want me to listen to you, when you've been nothing but an insufferable, nosey, pathetic brat!?"

If physically possible, you know you would have staggered backwards at his words. Draco began to pace back and forth, running his fingers across his mouth.

"You've ruined EVERYTHING," he yelled. "I can't believe I've done this. They were right, they were all right. I've been so fucking stupid."

"Draco, wh-what are you saying?"

"We're ending this, now. Don't ever come near me again. Don't follow me, don't even breathe in my direction."

A thousand pins cushioned themselves inside of your heart.

"You don't mean that," you whispered.

"Get out!"

You stepped brusquely towards Draco and held his face in your hands. "You don't mean that," you repeated with more volume. Tears were welling in your eyes, and it was becoming harder to breathe.

Your chin wobbled a little in anticipation of what was to come.

He didn't mean it. He couldn't. But then, your mind flashed back to all the warnings your friends gave you. How could you have been so stupid as to ignore them? Trotting on like you knew better?

Draco's hands reached and enclosed around your wrists like he wanted to throw your hands off of him, but he hesitated. Instead, he sunk to the floor and opened the flood gates. You fell down with him, holding him closely. You stroked his soft hair, occasionally raking your fingernails across his scalp.

When his sobs controlled, he looked up at you and pushed you down into the floor with a fiery kiss.

Your tears mixed with his into a confusing, broken hearted potion. The desperation in his kiss seared deep in you, traveling all across your body. It fired neurons you didn't know existed.

He sat you up, not breaking the kiss, and his hands started to fumble at the back of your dress. He yanked it off of you and tossed it with the same rigor as his other clothes. He unsnapped your bra in one go, and you twisted your arms to throw it off yourself. You were hoisted up with ease, and he pushed you against one of the posts of the bed. He whipped out his wand, and in one fluid motion, cast the Incarcerous spell on your wrists and ankles.

Your hands were bound together above your head, and your ankles were tied together tightly.

Draco slung off the rest of his clothes, his throbbing cock already at full mast. He stroked it eagerly while eyeing you. All his troubles seemed to dissolve into nothingness.

He walked over to you and drove circles over your clit with his saliva coated fingers. His touch was delicate, almost non-existent. Your body tried to push down into him, but it was useless. His fingers grazed down and circled your entrance. He lightly tapped a finger inside, but only barely enough that you would normally hardly notice. But your body was on fire. The electric pulses heightened every sense, and the teasing became maddening.

He replaced his fingers with his cock, slowly stroking your swelling clit. You moaned in frenzy, dying for him to sink into you. As if reading your mind, he lifted one leg on top of the bed for some leverage and then pushed himself inside of you.

You cried out and breathed in through gritted teeth.

He pulsed up and down into you slowly, relishing in the moment. Labored breaths spilled out of you, and you ached to run your fingers on him. Anywhere. Through his luscious hair, down his back, across his chest.

Being unable to move made you want to move more. You struggled against your restraints, wanting nothing more than to touch yourself.

"What's wrong, darling? Getting a little impatient?" he asked.

"More," was all you could manage to breathe out.

"More? Are you sure?"

You nodded your head rapidly. He continued to thrust at a brusque pace.

"If you're sure..." he muttered.

He withdrew quickly and undid your restraints.

"On your hands and knees," he directed.

You clambered onto the bed and did as he told. He got on his knees behind you and began to tease you again. Rocking in and out with the tip of his cock. When you tried to to push yourself back into him, he reacted immediately with a sharp smack on your ass, causing you to lurch back forward.

"How many times do we have to punish you for being so impatient?"

"I'm sorry, daddy," you whispered.

A succession of four more spanks connected with your burning skin, and he was still barely moving into you. It was absolute torture. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore of it, Draco rammed into you and held it there for a moment while he hissed out through clenched teeth.

He brought one finger to your lips, which you knew to suck on. You laved it up as best you could, imagining it was his cock. Satisfied, he withdrew his finger and started to stroke your asshole.

"Draco-" you squeaked as you lurched forward. He cut you off with a shush.

"If you relax, it won't hurt. Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Please don't stop."

"Good girl," he growled.

He returned to stroke over your extremely tight opening. You tried to relax, but it almost felt wrong. Maybe so wrong that it was right. There was no one else you'd rather explore every inch of your body. And just the strokes alone sent waves of pleasure through you. When he finally pushed inside of you, it felt tight, embarrassing, but strangely so damn good. Your head tossed back as you tried to relax into the pleasure with a low moan.

You were consumed with sensation. The pulsing of his cock inside of you distracted from the pain of his finger inside of you. Nothing else had ever made you feel so naughty, so humiliated, yet so satisfied all at once.

The only thing you could grip onto were the bedsheets, and you clung on as if your life depended on it.

Draco's speed increased inside your cunt, and his finger was now pushing past his knuckle. Aching for more relief, you slicked your own fingers and prompted them to your neglected clit. Three centers of pleasure all working simultaneously to push you over the edge. Your moans and cries now became a steady stream of noise that couldn't be quieted. Draco joined in the chorus with grunted harmonies. He pounded into you faster, the slap of his balls briefly connecting with your fingers that were working on yourself.

When climax overcame you, your entire body relaxed. Even the constricting hole around his finger loosened a bit. Draco pulled his finger out along with his dick, and he rubbed himself vigorously until he came all over your bright pink ass.

Before you could say anything, Draco grabbed his wand and cleaned you and himself up with Scourgify.

You collapsed face first into the pillows. Your heavy breathing was muffled by them. Draco crawled into bed beside you, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him.

"We have to stop seeing each other," you mumbled into the sheets.