Author's note: What's better than Draco in leather pants? Draco with NO
pants! That's right,this chapter contains descriptive sexual content. While
nothing is explicit, it's definitely not for the kiddies..hence the R rating.

Disclaimer: I sold my soul to J.K. Rowling and now she officially owns
everything. Everything except the song. That belongs to Jimmy Eat World, and
we already established that they are one of the best bands around, which is
why I used it. The song is called and is also the name for the
chapter. I think you figured that one out for yourself, though.
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Elisabeth didn't wake until past noon the next day. It was a few minutes
before the events of the previous night came rushing back to her, along with
the feelings of hurt and confusion. she groaned, slamming the pillow
over her head. Why had that have to happen? What's going on? She peeked out
from underneath the pillow. she exclaimed. She needed to get up,
maybe she would take a bubble bath. Yes, that would make everything much
better.
A few minutes later she was in the tub with a white blanket of strawberry
scented bubbles surrounding her As much as she tried, she could not help
thinking about the night before. She knew he wasn't trying to hurt her; he
was just trying to be a gentleman. She also knew that if he hadn't stopped it
she certainly wouldn't have. Yes, it was all for the best. But if it was all
for the best, then why could she not stop thinking about it?

*Next Door*

At about 10 a.m. Draco had barely gotten over his hangover before getting
a head start on another one. The mini bar was nearly emptied, and little
glass bottles were strewn around the room. Draco was lying on the bed,
staring at the ceiling. He had no idea how long her had been laying like that
when he heard bath water running in the next room. He did the right thing
last night, didn't he? He was just respecting her, right? He couldn't
remember ever being this way about a girl before, or any person for that
matter. Over money, material items, positions of power, upholding the family
name, maybe, but never over a person. As Draco pondered the situation, he
drifted off into a deep sleep.

At around 6 Draco woke up feeling groggy. Despite this, he had the urgent
feeling to talk to Elisabeth. It was going to be awkward. After he got up,
showered, and dressed, he found himself standing in front of the door that
joined there rooms, staring. You're Draco Malfoy. MALFOY. Just knock on the
fucking door! After a few more minutes of debating, he did. He waited
several moments before the door opened slightly. asked Elisabeth, not
making eye contact.
Um.. I was wondering if you wanted to go downstairs.. for dinner, said
Draco nervously. He told himself to stop acting like a 14 year old boy asking
a girl out for the first time. Anyway, this wasn't like a date. It was just
dinner. They had to eat, after all.
Elisabeth just nodded, still not making eye contact. Finally, she spoke.
Just give me a half an hour to get ready then, ok? Draco agreed, and the
door between them shut.
Forty-five minutes later they were downstairs in the dining room. Neither
of them ate very much, and a tense silence hung in the air. A half an hour
later, Draco paid the bill and they headed back upstairs. When they came to
their rooms, they stopped. Both of them wanted to say something, but neither
did. Draco stood in the hall a few minutes after Elisabeth had disappeared
into her room, cursing himself. Finally, he opened the door.
He sat on the edge of his bed, cursing himself and debating once again.
You're a Malfoy, Draco. A MALFOY. Don't be such a pussy. This pep talk
must have done the trick because within an instant he had charged across the
room and knocked loudly on Elisabeth's door. Once again, she timidly opened
it.
Look.. about last night. I left because I didn't want you to think I was
taking advantage of you, not because I really wanted to leave. I just wanted
you to know I respect you. I didn't want to coerce you into anything you
would regret in the morning.
Don't you mean anything you would regret in the morning? she snapped,
narrowing her eyes at Draco.
Draco almost shouted. He regained his composure. he repeated.
I wouldn't have regretted anything. But I regretted something today, and
that was leaving you.
Elisabeth just stood there, trying to think of what to say. Before she
could, Draco leaned in, kissing her firmly and once again, she melted into
his kiss. In a moment they were both on his bed, though neither
remembered how they got there. Elisabeth's long black dress proved to not be
much of an obstacle as he unzipped it and easily slipped it off of her body,
revealing a lacy black bra and matching panties. Draco broke the kiss
momentarily, admiring her. She had gained weight since his spying incident,
and now she looked even more beautiful. Perfect. He quickly resumed the
kiss, trailing from her lips down to her collarbone, then back up to her
lips, while she ran her fingers through his silvery hair. He undressed
himself, never once breaking the kiss. He does this so well, it's scary,
Elisabeth thought to herself. It was scary because this was an entirely new
experience to her. He was even better than she comprehended, because when her
thoughts returned to him she realized that she had been the rest of her
clothes had been removed as well. Draco had returned to kissing her neck.
Her realization made her body tremble, and Draco must have noticed. His li
ps brushed her ear, and he whispered, You haven't done this before, have
you?
she gasped. Draco pulled away, those gray eyes once again seeming
to pierce her soul. We can stop if you want to; if you are not comfortable
with this. Elisabeth sat up, tracing his jaw line with her lips. she
said in between kisses. I want this.
Draco laid her back down. If it hurts too much and you want me to stop, just
tell me, ok?" She nodded.
Within moments a pain tore through her body unlike anything she had felt
before. She gasped. Are you all right? Draco asked worriedly. She nodded
again, tears streaming down her face. He kissed them away. Elisabeth felt the
pain give way to pleasure. Every sensation was heightened. The room began to
swirl. And in the back of her mind, a song played.

If you're listening.
Sing it back.
String from your tether unwinds.
Up and outward (but only) to bind.
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
Are you listening?
Sing it back.
So tell me what do I need when the words lose their meaning.
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
Yeah, stumble until you crawl.
Sinking into sweet uncertainty.
If you're listening.
Are you listening?
Sing it back.
I'm still running away.
I won't play your hide and seek game.
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
What a dizzy dance.
This sweetness will not be concerned with me.
No the sweetness will not be concerned with.

What a dizzy dance it was. This was most certainly not Draco's first time
having sex, but it was his first time making love. Never before had the
bodily pleasure been this sweet. Perhaps because this time the pleasure was
not only physical, but spiritual as well. He rolled over beside her, pulling
her close. They had climaxed together; another entirely new experience. All
of his other lovers had been purely for physical gratification. How odd that
word, was. Love never had anything to do with it until now. He
usually got his and left without giving a fuck whether or not they got
theirs. He hadn't concerned himself with their pleasure. But that was then.
This was now. And Elisabeth's pleasure meant all the world to him. In fact,
it was all that mattered to him now.

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Author's note: Just a warning that the next chapter is also strictly rater R for sexual, violent, and drug related content. You have been forewarned. But as a special treat, Draco might pull out the leather pants again.;-) I just want to thank all my friends: Jessica, Kelly, Elisa, and Courtney for all of their encouragement and input. I love you guys!!!