When we arrived back to the dorms the chaos was unprecedented. The room was so cloudy one could hardly perceive the other end of the room where the glass wall provided a glimpse into the Black Lake. Students of all ages were packed up to the corners not withholding their loud shouting and reckless imbibing. I spotted Hilda in a sideways corner near the doorway to the girl's lavatory. She was leaning against the wall and Blaise was leaning close to her while they flirted.
I was immediately aware of how ill I still felt from the premonitory dreams, and the fact that I was still dressed in my blue jeans and a sweater dirty from perspiration and panic. My normally straight hair was tangled. Draco's mood seemed to match mine as the wall sealed behind us and he groaned in exasperation at the unfolding party, putting a hand to his face as though by not looking it would all vanish.
"I'll go to my room now, den," I said excusing myself before he could reject my company on his own accord. I was surprised when his hand shot out to grab mine on my first step away from him.
He looked tired and I struggled to read his expression, "Wait. I have something I want to give to you. Come with me, upstairs." He didn't wait for me to agree, just tugged my hand with a tight squeeze as we shoved through people. I still felt dizzy and I tripped at least four times as I stumbled over feet and to keep up with the speed, garnishing dirty looks as I offended people's personal space.
At the base of the stairwell that led to the boy's shared sleeping quarters I ripped back on his hand and he turned his head to face me with authority, "Madeleine, come."
"I cannot go up dere!" I retorted, standing on rickety legs as I yanked feebly backwards, "Et is forbidden!"
He rolled his eyes, "No. It is simply forbidden the other way around." He focused on my face with a stormy brood. The light blue of his gaze resembled more of a dark night on the ocean in the dim lighting of the room. I begrudgingly stepped across the line that was the arched doorway and allowed him to guide me up the stairs.
The signature smell of male quarters could be detected before even reaching the first doorway. Draco pushed me past this one, the second, the third, and stopped at the fourth to reach around my waist and push it open. The room was pitch black and abandoned. He pointed at the farthest bed across the way which faced the door, and I went over to it and sat delicately as he lit the candles independently with his wand.
When he was finished he paced in front of me, tapping his wand against his chin as though thinking. Finally he faced his trunk next to me and bent to unlock it, pulling out a pair of gleaming, ivory Quidditch gloves. He sat next to me and placed them in my lap, watching my eyes intently as my mouth dropped and I sensitively plucked one up and turned it over.
They were the same gloves that I'd seen floating in Quantum Quidditch standing next to Harry. And finally it clicked in my mind why he hadn't fallen off of his broom the day of the Quidditch accidents; he had the same gloves. The price of the gloves had been far higher than anything I would've dared ask my father to pay for, despite him being perfectly capable of doing so.
"Is dis your attempt to enlighten my spirits?" I asked faintly, but a smile was now dancing across my lips that was growing bigger by the second.
He leaned his head on my shoulder and I felt his lose blond hair tickling my chin and neck, his arm wrapped around my body and he breathed out as if relieved, "They prevent you from falling off of your broom, they're-"
"-magnetic." I finished his sentence for him.
He reached out slowly to touch a glove with me, "How did you know that?" His fingers brushed over mine faintly as he turned it over and I noticed he'd imprinted the initials M.M. in gold onto the hide. My eyes welled gently with tears of joy at the thoughtfulness, and also partially from guilt because I had been working so hard for months to avoid taking the Malfoy M as my last initial.
"I love...dem," I said precariously, realizing I had almost said out loud that I loved him. The room was deafeningly quiet then as both of our hearts pounded with anxiety at the obvious near miss.
He inhaled sharply, "Well, it's so you don't fall off your broom again. I can only stand so much abandon for your own safety. Besides, you're representing the Malfoy name and you should dress like it." His hand dropped into his own lap from the glove, finding it's way into his pocket as he sat up and shook out his messy platinum hair.
My heart was burning as I looked around the room and took in the opposite beds without any sincerity, thinking a mile a minute. Could I? Should I? I had suddenly frozen, and I couldn't bring myself to even turn my face towards him. From my peripherals I could see he was equally still, his long hair fell in front of his face as he stared down. His ribs moved up and down rapidly and I could hear his breathing coming out just as quickly.
"I should...I should like to give you something as well," my voice was shaky as I said it, and the moment the sound left my lips his head had shot up to face me. I reached into the opening of my sweater and drew out a very long gold chain with a luminous blue and white stone clenched within it's golden claws. I slowly withdrew it from around my neck and lifted it over his head, letting it rest on his sweater.
His fingers gingerly lifted it in front of his eyes. Suddenly the bright blue of his eyes shone like diamonds in the glow of the stone. I coughed to clear my tight throat, trying not to concentrate on how handsome he looked in it's glare, "Et is de stone of my family. For generations, we 'ave passed down dese stones. So, you will always 'ave me close to your heart, and remember dat you are now part of my family too."
His vision seemed to clear as my words hit him, and he shook his head nervously, "No, I can't take this. It's too precious." He started lifting the necklace off of his body but I steadied his arms by putting my hand on his and guiding them back down. I pulled his face towards mine by his jaw line and our foreheads gently touched. We closed our eyes.
"My..." I faltered, feeling the white hot fear in my heart and his breath against mine, "My love... my love for you is precious. Please, take et." My whispers lingered between us. He finally broke the tension by slowly leaning in and kissing me. He held it, just one long and intimate kiss. Tears slid from his eyes and between our cheeks, making the kiss taste salty.
I pulled back to ask why he was upset, but he chased my lips, pushing me down against his pillow and the passion between us bloomed cancerously. He was suddenly between my legs kissing my neck and pushing my hands above my head by entwining our fingers. He kissed my lips again aggressively and his tongue danced against mine. I felt my arms pushing back for release in the heated desire to grab him but he held me firmly down, taking complete control of me.
It was positively elating. My heart ached with the confirmation that I had just admitted to loving him. He not only accepted but reciprocated the notion. He kissed along my jaw line, and I felt his breath against my ear as he gently whispered, "I love you too, Madeleine. More than you know." He'd said my name in it's proper French accent and my breath caught in my throat.
And just like that everything lost control. We ripped at each other greedily. He reached a hand down and tore my sweater over my head. I tugged at his shirt and it came off with little trouble. As we both fought with our pants I realized that I wanted to be on top of him this time.
My hands found his shoulders and in one swift movement I had rotated and pushed him into the sheets, swinging my bare legs over him. The moonstone glimmered faintly against his bare chest in the darkness of the room, resting on the long chain at the point where his ribs met in the center. I smiled at the possessive feelings it roused in me, seeing him wearing it so willingly.
He was breathing raggedly, still nervous during the sexual encounters between us. His inexperience had oddly become a thrill for me, and I ran my hands down his chest seductively. He looked up at me like a lost puppy, begging for more.
I bit my lip as I leaned in to kiss along his collarbones and he dug his fingers into my messy hair. I was grinding against him, the only thing separating our bodies was the fabric of our undergarments. Finally I couldn't take it any more, and as my lips met his, my fingers played with the opening on his boxers. Without removing them I had him out and in my hand, stroking him confidently between my thighs. He kissed me desperately, pulling back a few times to gasp against my lips as I pleasured him.
I used two fingers to shove my soaked panties aside and his cock met my wet folds. I felt his hips jut forward desperately and his head drove back into the pillow, breaking our kisses. I lowered down against his hard member and our bodies merged slowly, the friction driving spikes of bliss up my body. We met with a conjoined rhythm, our bodies had become one. My hips swayed with grace and assurance over his rigid body. The ecstasy was unbelievable. His hands squeezed my butt cheeks as I moved and my lips met his with wet excitement. The love between us was relentless. All that I wanted in that moment was to be with him, to merge our existence completely. Our faces glowed faintly in the light of the moonstone which clung to his chest.
When I couldn't prevent the brimming orgasm anymore I wrapped my arm around his neck and shoved my lips furiously against his, my body responding by tightly convulsing and clamping down against him. He came with me and we both gasped and whimpered through the experience.
I rolled off of him and scourgified the results, inhaling jagged breaths. My eyes were heavy from the strain of the day, and it wasn't long before both of us succumbed to the desire to sleep. His arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me close to him as we lost consciousness.