Pt. 21

Hermoine tried to move away but I held onto her, pleading her with my eyes not to leave me. Really, I'm still trying to catch up with myself. I love Pansy, or so I think, so why do I want Granger? I keep reminding myself she's a stupid mudblood then it dawns on me that my father can't control me anymore. I'm dead, that idiot bastards not. It still seems like he is in charge of my life, telling me what to do to keep the Malfoy name straight.

"Draco," she sighed and bit her lip. "I want more, really I do, but we need to find Ginny. She's out there doing who-knows-what and I don't want anyone else to get hurt."

"Let the others find her," I couldn't believe what was coming out my mouth. God I want her so badly. no, no I don't. But I do.

"Ok," she whispered as she leaned into me. Her lips touched mine and sparked off millions of fireworks within me. Her hands came on my waist as she pushed off my cloak and pulled my shirt over my head.

Thank God we're each solid to our touches. If not it'd be pretty damn boring.

Our bodies are rubbing rhythmically against each other as I carefully unhook her bra, exposing her soft breasts. What's happening now is too hard to explain, or too good. We're together as one, one person, one soul, and one mind. This is a feeling I will always remember.