Chapter Three: During the storm
Authors Notes:
Aero0617: Hah, thanks for the idea about Lily. I had been debating on whether to do something like that or not previously, but hearing it from another person made it sound like the right thing to do. Thanks for everything! :)
Ashley: Thank you so much for the e-mail! I had almost forgotten about this, (Well, kind of) and I feel totally un-loyal to my story for not updating sooner. But I am so happy that you and your friends are enjoying it so far!
{And also, this took me like all day to finish - And I am not happy with it. I would really appreciate some input on this...Arg, I'm not feeling very confident in my abilities lately.}
***
Rain gently played an unknown melody upon the roof of the Malfoy manor late during the afternoon of Sunday, August 31. Tomorrow Draco and Lily would be making the trip to Hogwarts to begin the school year, and for once he was quite apprehensive. Though, for the past four days he and Lily had made it very clear to each other that they were a couple; he still feared her introduction to the public. Being rather good looking, he knew that she would attract much unneeded attention. He couldn't bare the idea of her running off with some filth like Harry Potter.
Shuddering at the thought, he slouched back in his uncomfortable chair located in the family library. Only, it wasn't just this that troubled him. The fact that Lily still had to be sorted positively terrified him; for he knew she was not Slytherin material. Of course, he would still want to be with her regardless of what house she belonged, but his reputation was at stake. Certainly a real man would drop everything for the women he loved, but not Draco. He was not a man. He was a boy. He released a sigh, taking no notice to the opening door.
"Draco?" Came a hushed, smooth voice from the doorway.
He turned, grinning inwardly. It was Lily. "Yes?" He questioned, gesturing for her to enter.
She walked towards him gracefully, as always, stopping only when she was right in front of him. "It's one in the morning...Why are you still here?" She asked, raising one eyebrow in curiosity.
Reaching up, he grabbed her hips, pulling her into his lap. "I was thinking." Draco replied shortly, beginning to kiss her neck. He heard her moan softly, seemingly distracted from her purpose with his actions.
"Walk with me," She managed to say, barely in a whisper.
Abruptly he stopped kissing her soft skin, "But - It's raining..." He trailed, peering at her quizzically.
Lily gazed back, her green eyes fixed upon him. "I know." She stated, beginning to stand while grabbing his hand. Slowly she lead him out of the library, through the house, and out into the night.
The rain was pouring down, but Lily seemed to take no notice. She continued to tug him out onto the front lawn, where she finally stopped and turned to face him. He could see her nipples through her thin, wet sweater; he tried not to stare.
"Why are we out here?" He asked.
"I enjoy the rain, and I was restless. Could we walk?"
Draco nodded, allowing her to take his hand once more. They began to stroll through the cold rain, and reluctantly he told her of his worries. To his surprise, she had been having similar thoughts, which he found to be an extreme comfort.
After they'd walked for awhile, he stopped and looked at her. They were both soaked, but he didn't mind any longer. Locking his eyes with hers, he leaned down and their lips connected. He stroked his tongue upon hers, slowly speeding up the pace of their kiss. He placed his hands on her bum, pulling her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Absently, his right hand began to trail up her shirt, landing upon her breast. She moaned into his mouth, as his thumb gently caressed her nipple.
He felt her hand travel towards his belt buckle, but he stopped her.
"Lily, I don't think we should go any further." Bloody Hell, he was horrible at lying when he truly wanted something.
She looked puzzled, than her expression softened. "I want to." She spoke, breathlessly, proceeding to undo his buckle.
Draco tried not to smile, as he in turn removed her shirt. Quickly the couple stripped each other of their remaining attire, while waddling towards a more secluded place; kissing roughly on the way.
Eventually, Draco lay her down under the ancient Malfoy willow tree, along the side of the mansion. He leaned over her beautiful face, and kissed her peach lips lightly, starting to trail down her body. Through the valley between her breasts, down to her bellybutton, than stopping to travel back upward. Upon reaching her breasts again, he began to tenderly kiss and suck them, while his knee began to gently nudge her legs apart.
Looking up, he noticed that she appeared to be rather anxious, and was gnawing her lip in a nervous manner. Nodding slightly to himself, he grasped her shoulders, and entered her warmth. She flinched beneath him, gasping with a sharp intake of breath. Concern flickered across his face, but he said nothing. Draco eased himself on top her, allowing her to get used to his weight, though he was still supporting himself with his forearms.
By instinct, he began to slowly rock his hips into hers. Surprisingly, she did the same. He began to quicken the motion, and could feel her finger nails digging into his back in a result of her pain. Draco was beginning to sweat, despite the cold precipitation that was pouring onto him, but kept up his pattern. He groaned in pleasure, and discovered that Lily was as well.
He could feel his peak coming on, and began thrusting into her more violently trying to make the best of what was left. Draco's body stiffened, than relax as he poured himself into her, and collapsed onto her sticky body; too exhausted to move. He rested his head upon her chest, and felt her begin to stroke his wet hair. Soon the two fell asleep under the willow tree; beneath their protective canopy of green.
***
Sun peeked through the cracks of the branches, spreading warmth over Draco's naked body. His gray eyes opened, to find Lily sleeping beside him, her arm around his waist. Without thinking, he bolted upward, desperate to know the time. The brunette goddess stirred at his left, and sat up next to him.
"What is wrong?" She asked, while rubbing her green eyes of sleep.
"We need to get dressed...we have to leave for Hogwarts today, remember?"
Lily looked around a moment, somewhat confused. "Yes...but - our clothes are in your front yard." She spoke as if it were no problem.
Draco felt his face getting hot. His Father would have already been outside this morning; how could one miss scattered teenage attire on their perfectly manicured lawn? "We're going to have to sneak into a back entrance...Without our clothes." He replied, while examining her mortified expression.
"What?!" She blurted out, "There is no way, Draco. There must be another way to go about this."
"Would you rather run around my lawn, nude, searching for your clothes in front of the multiple picture windows?" He questioned, becoming irritated with her.
"No." She replied feebly.
He sighed, "Okay. Follow me." With a gesture of his hand, he lead her out into the side yard, where there was a door leading into the greenhouse. Quickly, he crept over, creaked it open, and entered, praying that she had followed. To his relief, the corridor was empty, and so appeared the back stairway. Draco ran to the steps, hearing the faint patter of her feet close behind him.
After climbing the few flights of stairs leading to the proper floor, he stopped to wait for Lily to catch up. She finally appeared, looking disgusted, while trying her best to conceal her breasts from view.
"What is wro..." His voice cut off; his eyes widened. Coming up the stairs after Lily was his Father, whom looked more pale than usual - but satisfied none-the-less. How had he not heard Lucius? Seen him? More importantly, why hadn't Lily told him that his Dad was there?
Two pairs of gray eyes met, and locked. Draco hadn't even noticed a whimpering Lily that was now standing behind him, crying into his shoulder with an arm wrapped around his neck; obviously trying to hide herself from Mr. Malfoy.
His Father smirked, "Well now Draco, we certainly are in trouble..."
Authors Notes:
Aero0617: Hah, thanks for the idea about Lily. I had been debating on whether to do something like that or not previously, but hearing it from another person made it sound like the right thing to do. Thanks for everything! :)
Ashley: Thank you so much for the e-mail! I had almost forgotten about this, (Well, kind of) and I feel totally un-loyal to my story for not updating sooner. But I am so happy that you and your friends are enjoying it so far!
{And also, this took me like all day to finish - And I am not happy with it. I would really appreciate some input on this...Arg, I'm not feeling very confident in my abilities lately.}
***
Rain gently played an unknown melody upon the roof of the Malfoy manor late during the afternoon of Sunday, August 31. Tomorrow Draco and Lily would be making the trip to Hogwarts to begin the school year, and for once he was quite apprehensive. Though, for the past four days he and Lily had made it very clear to each other that they were a couple; he still feared her introduction to the public. Being rather good looking, he knew that she would attract much unneeded attention. He couldn't bare the idea of her running off with some filth like Harry Potter.
Shuddering at the thought, he slouched back in his uncomfortable chair located in the family library. Only, it wasn't just this that troubled him. The fact that Lily still had to be sorted positively terrified him; for he knew she was not Slytherin material. Of course, he would still want to be with her regardless of what house she belonged, but his reputation was at stake. Certainly a real man would drop everything for the women he loved, but not Draco. He was not a man. He was a boy. He released a sigh, taking no notice to the opening door.
"Draco?" Came a hushed, smooth voice from the doorway.
He turned, grinning inwardly. It was Lily. "Yes?" He questioned, gesturing for her to enter.
She walked towards him gracefully, as always, stopping only when she was right in front of him. "It's one in the morning...Why are you still here?" She asked, raising one eyebrow in curiosity.
Reaching up, he grabbed her hips, pulling her into his lap. "I was thinking." Draco replied shortly, beginning to kiss her neck. He heard her moan softly, seemingly distracted from her purpose with his actions.
"Walk with me," She managed to say, barely in a whisper.
Abruptly he stopped kissing her soft skin, "But - It's raining..." He trailed, peering at her quizzically.
Lily gazed back, her green eyes fixed upon him. "I know." She stated, beginning to stand while grabbing his hand. Slowly she lead him out of the library, through the house, and out into the night.
The rain was pouring down, but Lily seemed to take no notice. She continued to tug him out onto the front lawn, where she finally stopped and turned to face him. He could see her nipples through her thin, wet sweater; he tried not to stare.
"Why are we out here?" He asked.
"I enjoy the rain, and I was restless. Could we walk?"
Draco nodded, allowing her to take his hand once more. They began to stroll through the cold rain, and reluctantly he told her of his worries. To his surprise, she had been having similar thoughts, which he found to be an extreme comfort.
After they'd walked for awhile, he stopped and looked at her. They were both soaked, but he didn't mind any longer. Locking his eyes with hers, he leaned down and their lips connected. He stroked his tongue upon hers, slowly speeding up the pace of their kiss. He placed his hands on her bum, pulling her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Absently, his right hand began to trail up her shirt, landing upon her breast. She moaned into his mouth, as his thumb gently caressed her nipple.
He felt her hand travel towards his belt buckle, but he stopped her.
"Lily, I don't think we should go any further." Bloody Hell, he was horrible at lying when he truly wanted something.
She looked puzzled, than her expression softened. "I want to." She spoke, breathlessly, proceeding to undo his buckle.
Draco tried not to smile, as he in turn removed her shirt. Quickly the couple stripped each other of their remaining attire, while waddling towards a more secluded place; kissing roughly on the way.
Eventually, Draco lay her down under the ancient Malfoy willow tree, along the side of the mansion. He leaned over her beautiful face, and kissed her peach lips lightly, starting to trail down her body. Through the valley between her breasts, down to her bellybutton, than stopping to travel back upward. Upon reaching her breasts again, he began to tenderly kiss and suck them, while his knee began to gently nudge her legs apart.
Looking up, he noticed that she appeared to be rather anxious, and was gnawing her lip in a nervous manner. Nodding slightly to himself, he grasped her shoulders, and entered her warmth. She flinched beneath him, gasping with a sharp intake of breath. Concern flickered across his face, but he said nothing. Draco eased himself on top her, allowing her to get used to his weight, though he was still supporting himself with his forearms.
By instinct, he began to slowly rock his hips into hers. Surprisingly, she did the same. He began to quicken the motion, and could feel her finger nails digging into his back in a result of her pain. Draco was beginning to sweat, despite the cold precipitation that was pouring onto him, but kept up his pattern. He groaned in pleasure, and discovered that Lily was as well.
He could feel his peak coming on, and began thrusting into her more violently trying to make the best of what was left. Draco's body stiffened, than relax as he poured himself into her, and collapsed onto her sticky body; too exhausted to move. He rested his head upon her chest, and felt her begin to stroke his wet hair. Soon the two fell asleep under the willow tree; beneath their protective canopy of green.
***
Sun peeked through the cracks of the branches, spreading warmth over Draco's naked body. His gray eyes opened, to find Lily sleeping beside him, her arm around his waist. Without thinking, he bolted upward, desperate to know the time. The brunette goddess stirred at his left, and sat up next to him.
"What is wrong?" She asked, while rubbing her green eyes of sleep.
"We need to get dressed...we have to leave for Hogwarts today, remember?"
Lily looked around a moment, somewhat confused. "Yes...but - our clothes are in your front yard." She spoke as if it were no problem.
Draco felt his face getting hot. His Father would have already been outside this morning; how could one miss scattered teenage attire on their perfectly manicured lawn? "We're going to have to sneak into a back entrance...Without our clothes." He replied, while examining her mortified expression.
"What?!" She blurted out, "There is no way, Draco. There must be another way to go about this."
"Would you rather run around my lawn, nude, searching for your clothes in front of the multiple picture windows?" He questioned, becoming irritated with her.
"No." She replied feebly.
He sighed, "Okay. Follow me." With a gesture of his hand, he lead her out into the side yard, where there was a door leading into the greenhouse. Quickly, he crept over, creaked it open, and entered, praying that she had followed. To his relief, the corridor was empty, and so appeared the back stairway. Draco ran to the steps, hearing the faint patter of her feet close behind him.
After climbing the few flights of stairs leading to the proper floor, he stopped to wait for Lily to catch up. She finally appeared, looking disgusted, while trying her best to conceal her breasts from view.
"What is wro..." His voice cut off; his eyes widened. Coming up the stairs after Lily was his Father, whom looked more pale than usual - but satisfied none-the-less. How had he not heard Lucius? Seen him? More importantly, why hadn't Lily told him that his Dad was there?
Two pairs of gray eyes met, and locked. Draco hadn't even noticed a whimpering Lily that was now standing behind him, crying into his shoulder with an arm wrapped around his neck; obviously trying to hide herself from Mr. Malfoy.
His Father smirked, "Well now Draco, we certainly are in trouble..."
