Draco and Abby hadn't truly had a moment alone together for a long time. It was almost awkward after Abby had thanked everyone profusely, given them all hugs, and watched them leave to take Ginny to the infirmary. Abby was hanging out of Draco's door watching their retreating backs. Draco found himself staring at her as she did so. When she turned to him, he jumped, but wasn't sure why.

"Thank you, Draco."

Draco wasn't good with this sort of thing. There were a lot of things he was good at.. this just wasn't one of them. Same held true for apologies. He wasn't exactly sure how those worked either, considering he wasn't sure if he'd ever apologised and meant it. But Abby was smiling at him, and though she was covered in substances that made his stomach churn and bubble, he was suddenly calmed.

"You're dirty, Abby," he said with a grin.

"And you're sweating," she retorted with a smirk that Draco liked to think she'd gotten from him.

He wrinkled his nose. "I do not sweat. I.. glisten."

Abby laughed softly. "Then you are glistening like a bloody pig. I'm going to go take a shower."

Draco had blinked. Abby left so quickly. What was that? He stood there for a good five minutes. Dirty. Sweaty. Glistening. Pigs. Shower. Hard-on and no one to use it on. This was a pressing problem. Draco strode out of his dormitory and down to the common room. He stopped, and a grin played across his face. If he knew Abby as well as he figured he knew her, she would not have been so cold as to shower in her own dormitory. Draco turned and went towards the boys' lavatory. He opened the door.

No water ran. Nobody was visible. He heard nothing. Perhaps he didn't know Abby as well as he'd thought. Then again there was the girls' lavatory. But why on earth would she go in there?

...

Oh, right. Draco shrugged and opened the door to the girls' bathroom. Sure enough, he heard water running. He grinned again and stepped inside. He walked along until he found where Abby was. He ripped open the curtain. There was an ear-shattering scream.

It was not Abby.

Draco's eyes went wide and he shut the curtain quickly. Abby's head popped out three showers away. She reached up to grab a towel and she wrapped it around her, turning off the spigot and running over to Draco. He looked down at her. There was soap all over her still.

"I uhm.. got the wrong shower," he said, blinkingly. "That was the most sex Pansy's ever gotten out of me."

Abby smiled and took his hand. She led him out of the girls' bathroom.

"But you're covered in suds.." Draco said, his brow furrowed.

Abby ducked into the boys' lavatory. Ahh, Draco thought, cheers. Abby swung Draco around and pushed him into a shower. His clothed back hit the tiled wall, and he couldn't supress his grin. Abby didn't come in though.

"Abby.. what are you doing?" he asked her impatiently.

"Well.. I'm sudsy, yes. But I'm cleaner than you. Take off your clothes. Wash yourself a little. Then we'll see." She sighed. "Please tell me you have another one of those dusters. I rather fancy it."

"And what is under it," Draco added as he frantically removed his shoes.

"That goes without saying, you self-centered Prince of Darkness."

"..Of whom you wish to lust over?" Draco added again, already working the last two layers of clothing off of himself; his pants and boxers.

"You're losing points for this," Abby said, her arms crossed over her chest. Draco raised his eyebrows and wrenched the shower curtain closed. Abby grinned at the hangings for a while. "Is this your idea of the element of surprise? Because as alarming as your body shape is, I've seen it befo-- EEP!"

Draco had shot his hand out and pulled Abby inside. She had not at all expected it, as much as she'd like to believe it. He was much cleaner, she noticed. His hair was so light that it was almost transparent against his wet forehead. Beads of water washed down his chest and Abby smiled.

"You were saying about the element of surprise?" Draco said, a blonde brow raised.

Abby squinted at him. "You made my towel all wet."

"I am going to skip the innuendo dangerously sitting on my tongue and just do what I've been wanting to do for a while now." And he kissed her.

Of all of the times their lips had touched, this had to be the most intense kiss they'd ever shared. Draco spun around and pushed Abby into the wall, pulling off her towel. Abby pushed his face into hers hungrily, and the sudden feeling of his skin against hers was enough to make her melt.

Draco's hands slid up and down her sides and he pushed himself against her. He found himself kissing any part of her that his lips came against. Her lips, her chin, her jaw, her nose, her cheek, her ear, her eyelids, her forehead. They all became even more familiar with the precious skin of his lips.

Abby's hand slid down his chest and down to his member. Draco shuddered. But he was so starved of her that he couldn't wait. Foreplay was only a distraction at the moment. He lifted Abby's leg around his waist and pushed his hard shaft inside of her. The warmth of her was overwhelming. He'd missed being with her to such an extent that just the act of going inside of her almost made him lose it. He shook himself mentally, and kissed her on the mouth. Her tongue welcomed his, but as she shuddered, she pulled back from his face. He rested his forehead against hers and slowly pushed his hips into hers.

"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice low and barely a whisper, but full of a sentiment that Abby wasn't used to.

She nodded. Truthfully, she was fine. Draco gave her such a feeling in her chest that it hurt at times. No one was like him. Not a person in the world. And that was what she was so drawn to. She kissed him again, and pushed her hips against his. Draco groaned. His eyes closed and he rested his head on her shoulder, pounding her small frame into the tiled wall. It didn't hurt her at all. Instead she leaned her head back against it and moaned. The sound was so perfect to Draco that he had to open his eyes and look at her. He didn't want her sounds to stop. His hands, that had been gripping her hips, were now sliding to her arse. He squeezed and pushed her against him harder. He felt himself slide into her more, and she clenched him. Abby squeaked, her eyes closed, and felt a warmth spread through her.

Draco licked at her lips, but he knew it would be over soon. He could feel himself throb within her, and he'd felt a tug at his cock. Abby was alternately contracting and tightening around him, and a loud moan of Draco's name had signaled his own coming. "Aurgh.." was the basic extent of his vocabulary.

Draco and Abby's breath mingled between them. Kissing her seemed such a tiring task, and yet so rewarding. Sliding out of her, and holding her tight to him, he rested his forehead against her own. Her green eyes bore into his icy gray ones, and what words were unspoken were communicated through this one look.

Perhaps showering was fruitless, considering Draco and Abby only got sweaty in Draco's bed later on.

Abby shivered. Draco had all of the covers. She reached over and pulled them off of him and onto her. She grinned in the darkness waiting for his reaction. Finally, one came.

"Abby.." Draco said desirably in his half-sleep, wrapping an arm around her from behind.

Perhaps, Abby thought, he'd changed a little, and would sacrifice his precious sheets.

Draco kissed the back of her neck. "..Give me back the damn covers," and he tugged them back onto him.

Or not.

But Abby laughed, as did Draco. It wasn't a sound Abby was used to hearing, but she liked it. She turned over on her other side and faced him.

"You're a schmuck," she said softly.

Draco kept his face blank as he covered Abby with sheets and his 'fluffy' blanket. Not fluffy. Not fluffy. Not fluffy. "I know," he murmered and kissed her lips softly. "And you're my lovely wench."

---

"Mr. Montague," Madam Pomfrey said the next morning. "You've been here all night. She might not wake up for a while. Why don't you get some rest?"

Trenton shook his head. "I'd rather just be here with her, if you don't mind."

Madam Pomfrey hid a grin as she walked behind a curtain with another patient. Trenton couldn't tell who it was, but it didn't seem like a student. He looked down at Ginny, who was now clean and dressed in striped pajamas. Suddenly she shifted. Trenton took her small hand in hers and watched her eyes flutter open.

"Trenton.. what? What are you doing here?" Ginny asked.

He wasn't sure how to answer her. "I wanted to see if you felt better. How's your leg?"

Ginny nodded. "It's all right. ..How long have you been here?"

Trenton stared at her. The way his eyes were pleading with her, she knew. He'd stayed the whole night. Trenton leaned over her and pressed his lips against her cheek. It sent chills throughout her whole body. When he went to move away she grabbed his shoulder. He looked deeply into her muddy brown eyes. They were beautiful. She was beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her. And so he did.

"MontaGUUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" screamed Madam Pomfrey. She was stalking towards them, the curtain behind her now open, revealing the person behind it.

Trenton and Ginny had broken apart. They were both staring open-mouthed behind Madam Pomfrey.

"...What is it?" she asked, suddenly startled by them.

Trenton blinked. "Professor Snape? Is that.. lipstick on your face?"

Snape glared for a moment, then his face softened (or at least what might be considered soft for Snape). "Ehh. What the hell. I'm not in a pissy mood any more. Be glad."

Madam Pomfrey forgot about yelling at Trenton and Ginny and shifted uncomfortably. Then she hid herself behind the curtain with Snape once more.

Trenton and Ginny smiled at one another. He sat down on the side of her bed and moved a lock of hair out of her face. Then he leaned into her face, but didn't kiss her.

"You've moved me."

This time Ginny initiated their passionate kiss.

---

"Ron, Ginny's awake. But you might want to wait before you go in to see her," Hermione warned.

"Why's that?" he asked.

"Because there is a Slytherin plastered to her face," Harry chimed in.

Hermione hit him hard in the stomach. Ron's eyes were wide.

"Now, Ron. Calm down. They make quite the cute couple." Hermione nodded.

"Yes. The Slytherin Sex Addict and my innocent little sister are a perfect match, no doubt." Ron glared at Hermione, who rolled her eyes and looked at Harry.

"How are you anyways?" she asked him with pure concern.

He took a deep sigh. "I'm all right. For once I've lost something to Malfoy and.. and I'm okay with it."

Hermione smiled. "I'm proud of you, Harry."

"Really? I hate me."

Ron gave a nervous laugh. "I'm going to kill Montague."

"Oh please, Ron. Worse you'd do would be to poke him in the side with a stick. Besides, he cares for Ginny. Couldn't you tell?" Hermione raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

Ron muttered to himself. "So I shouldn't go with the stick thing?"

Hermione looked at Harry, who snickered. "He'll get over it soon enough."

"IIIIIIIIIIIIII'M GOING TO KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!!!"

"...Could be wrong."