They talked for ages, and Claire started to get sleepy. Draco saw that she was asleep, and let her lay against him, just looking at her. She was so peaceful asleep. He sat there for what seemed like hours onwards, stroking her hair and looking at her. Finally, he gently got up, and lay her down on the couch, kissing her on the forehead, and covering her with a blanket, then sitting in the armchair. He soon fell asleep too. Later on, Claire woke up, and put the blanket over Draco, giving him a kiss, then going back up to the dormitory.
When she came down in the morning, he was there, but the blanket was gone and he had changed into his robes.
"Morning." She said, giving him a hug. He returned her hug.
"Morning." No one else was in the common room, so they exchanged a quick kiss.
"Let's do something different tonight, because it's Friday and the weekend is coming up." She said to him.
"Okay, we'll go to the place where we watched the sunset after dinner." He told her.
"Okay, make sure you wear something warm." She replied.
As she expected, the day went really slowly, but as it wore on, Claire had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. She decided to ignore it, thinking it was just something she had eaten. Finally the day ended, and she went to dinner, not eating much, because the feeling was still there. After dinner, she went back to the dormitory and changed into a nice skirt and top, doing her hair up nicely, then grabbing her jacket, she went downstairs. Draco was just leaving, so she waited a few minutes before following, letting Pansy know before she left.
"Have fun!" her friend said.
Claire slipped out of the castle and put on her jacket. She walked down to their spot and saw Draco already there. She walked up and kissed him.
"Well hel-lo gorgeous!" he said, clearly awed.
"You look pretty damn fine yourself." She replied stepping back to look at him. He was wearing baggy jeans and t-shirt under his heavy jacket. She sighed, her heart beating faster when she looked at him.
"Let's go somewhere more covered." He suggested, taking her hand. She nodded her agreement and started walking, but then he picked her up and carried her. They went to a small clearing surrounded by trees that was next to the lake. He set her down on the ground then sat beside her.
"You know, you shouldn't have worn that top." He told her, motioning to the fitted top, which exposed a bit of cleavage and belly.
"Why?" she asked him.
"Because it's quite a turn on. I could get tempted to take it off you." He said.
"I trust you. I know you wouldn't without my permission." She told him.
"You're right. But I can always try!" he said, leaning over to kiss her. She pushed herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He pushed her back so she was laying down, and held his body over hers, holding himself up with his hands on the ground on either side of her body. He was about to lean in and kiss her again when she spoke.
"I can see down your top like that." She told him, grinning devilishly. He laughed.
"Not much to see down there." He told her. "Nothing interesting anyway." He continued, before kissing her again. He lay down beside her and she moved in closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his hand on her stomach, and she rested her hand on top of his. They looked up at the stars, looking at the different constellations and talking idly. Claire suddenly had a thought. She rolled over so she was laying on top of Draco.
"Would your Father approve of me?" she asked him, her eyes worried.
"I think so." He said, moving a lock of hair away from her eyes and reaching to kiss her. He could tell she was still worried.
"Well, you're Pureblood, and you're a great person, just don't tell him about your situation after your Aunt or what school you originally went to and he should be fine." He continued, then chuckled.
"I can see down your top now." He said then openly looked. She laughed.
"Not much to see down there." She mimicked what he had said earlier, but made no move to cover herself up. She wasn't totally exposed. She leaned down and kissed him, then grabbed each of his hands as they inched upwards, underneath her shirt.
"Oh no you don't." she told him.
"Why not?" he asked, mockingly serious. "You've got a bra on don't you?" he asked.
"Yes I do." She replied. "But I think you need to learn some discipline." She said, in a parental voice. He kissed her hard, taking her by surprise and freeing his hands. They followed the curve of her body back up her shirt, his fingers running along her spine, touching her so lightly it tickled. She tried to wriggle away from it, but he held her in the kiss, and trapping her legs between his knees. She started giggling uncontrollably, his hands then moved to her waist, staying there without moving for a moment, before gently poking her on each side, tickling again, making her laugh. She let him kiss her again, before resting her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes, still aware of the hands on her waist.
"You know what?" she asked with her eyes still closed.
"What?" came the answer
"It still amazes me how mean you are to Harry and everyone, and then you're so nice and sweet to me." She opened her eyes to look at him.
"Well, I don't spend my nights making out with them, do I?" he said.
"I would certainly hope not!" she said, laughing.
"But why are you so mean to them? What did they do to you?" she asked him.
"You really want to know?" he asked
"Yup."
"Okay. He…He wouldn't be friends with me. I offered him the chance, but he said he could choose his own friends." The reply was sheepish. She couldn't help but laugh.
"We'll have to see if we can change that." She said. "But in the meantime, no more making out with him. I don't want 'Potter Germs'" she said jokingly.
"Speaking of making out…" he went on, starting to kiss her. The kisses went on and on, each more enjoyable than the last, and Claire really enjoying herself, thinking how romantic this was.