III. On fire
Her intoxicating scent was still lingering on his sheets. When he closed his eyes, he could still see her long, fiery hair, her blazing look, the feel of her hot, sweet lips.
She did not realize the burning desire he felt for her. How his heart ached when she was leaving him. How could she? He was hiding behind a cold mask, trying desperately not to show his true feelings. Maybe it was fear. Maybe pride. Did it really matter?
"Take me high, Draco," she would say, in that husky voice of hers.
He was more than happy to oblige.