Chapter Six
Draco led Breena up to his dorm. He locked the door behind them as they entered the room. They sat down on his bed.
"I had a nice time, Draco," Breena said.
"I'm glad," Draco told her. He tucked a curl behind her ear. "Breena, you are such an amazing person," He began," You are so incredible to me, I can't tell you how lucky I am to have ended up with you," He told her, taking her hands. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said, leaning forward and kissing her. Somehow, their kiss this time was even more incredible than their first.
Breena's heart was beating so fast, she was positive he could feel it through their robes. She knew what was coming, and she was nervous. Her sister had said that it had hurt at first, but that it was fine after that. But Ron had known Sorcha was a virgin. Breena hadn't told Draco yet. She returned his kiss, somewhat apprehensively at first, but soon her passion equaled his.
Draco slid his hands up and began to unfasten her robes. Five years of changing clothes in front of other girls had softened Breena's modesty; it wasn't being naked that worried her so much. Her hands shaking, she reached forward to unfasten his as well.
Her robes falling around her waist, Draco gently pushed her to a reclining position. As she lay on his bed, his hands devoured her, exploring her soft skin as his eyes drunk it all in. Looking up into his eyes, she saw something so intense it sent a chill down her spine.
As his hands traveled lower on her body, she got more and more nervous. She pulled at his robes, pulling them off. He grinned at her, and leaned on her hips.
"Be patient, darling," he crooned, a smirk crossing his face. Breena smiled, resisting the urge to laugh. But as his hands parted her legs, the smile left her face and the butterflies in her stomach turned into vultures, plotting deviousness. She relaxed a little when she felt his finger exploring her insides, and relaxed a lot more when he hit the right spot. Her breaths became shorter and more frequent.
"Maybe this won't be as bad as Sorcha said," Breena thought to herself, feeling the moisture gather around Draco's skilled fingers. She moaned then, surprising herself. Then, surprising her even more, she felt Draco's tongue where his fingers had been moments before. But it didn't last long.
Draco crawled on all fours over her, looking down at her, his eyes full of love and admiration for her. He leaned in and smothered her with kisses, making her giggle. He lay on top of her, studying her face.
"God, you're so beautiful," he told her. She smiled, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks. He shifted a little, still looking into her eyes, which filled with a faint note of panic as she felt him throbbing between her legs. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes," she started. "It's just, I've never done this before," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. His eyes grew wide.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, a hint of anger in his voice. She shrank away from him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, tears forming.
"It's alright," he said, kissing her eyelids and wiping the tears away. "I just don't want to hurt you," he explained. "But I'll be gentle," he promised. She nodded. He kissed her again, probing her mouth with his tongue, and teasing her nipples with his other hand. His hand traveled down, over her stomach and back into her, making sure she was really ready. He pushed himself up, and spread her legs a little bit wider before her entered her slowly, making sure to be as careful as possible. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. It didn't hurt as bad as she had expected; it was pain she could ignore. He started to pump in and out slowly, until she got used to the rhythmn and started meeting his thrusts. Then he sped up, Breena matching his movements perfectly until they both collapsed.
Draco removed his hand from her mouth, a gesture he'd made to prevent anyone from hearing her cries of pleasure, and kissed her deeply before falling asleep on her chest.
* * *
"At least you got to dance the whole time!" Hermione replied bitterly, "Harry danced three dances and then refused to dance anymore. Ron danced with me once out of pity, and then Sorcha snatched him back."
"Sorry, Hermione," Pansy sympathized. The two girls were sitting in their PJ's in the girls bathroom, having no where else to go during the night to talk to eachother. Myrtle was sulking in the u-bend, bitter that she had no dances to go to. "Draco didn't even have the decency to look at anyone but Breena all night," she cried, spitting out Breena's name as if the name itself had a foul taste. "And whathisface is nice and all, but he's not anywhere near Draco's caliber."
"I'm sorry it was so terrible, Pansy," Hermione apologized, yawning. "I'm so sleepy," Hermione said, hoping Pansy would let her get some sleep.
"Go to bed, Herm, I'm tired too," Pansy instructed. Hermione gave her a hug, and headed for the door.
"Coming?" Hermione asked, realizing Pansy wasn't following her.
"Go on, I'm going to wash my face," Pansy told her, turning the warm water on. Hermione nodded and headed sleepily up to bed.
She had just gotten to sleep when she jerked back awake. Resisting the urge to shout "Something is not right" like that dopey nun in Madeline, she headed for the Gryffindor Tower bathroom.
She was sitting on the toilet when she felt a rather odd sensation, and suddenly there was Moaning Myrtle right in front of her. Hermione jumped up and ran out of the stall.
"Myrtle, never do that to me again!" Hermione yelled, before noticing Myrtle was paler than usual, if that was possible.
"You have to help," Myrtle managed to say between sobs, "It's Pansy, hurry!" Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she broke out into a run for Myrtle's bathroom hoping she wasn't too late to help.
Draco led Breena up to his dorm. He locked the door behind them as they entered the room. They sat down on his bed.
"I had a nice time, Draco," Breena said.
"I'm glad," Draco told her. He tucked a curl behind her ear. "Breena, you are such an amazing person," He began," You are so incredible to me, I can't tell you how lucky I am to have ended up with you," He told her, taking her hands. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said, leaning forward and kissing her. Somehow, their kiss this time was even more incredible than their first.
Breena's heart was beating so fast, she was positive he could feel it through their robes. She knew what was coming, and she was nervous. Her sister had said that it had hurt at first, but that it was fine after that. But Ron had known Sorcha was a virgin. Breena hadn't told Draco yet. She returned his kiss, somewhat apprehensively at first, but soon her passion equaled his.
Draco slid his hands up and began to unfasten her robes. Five years of changing clothes in front of other girls had softened Breena's modesty; it wasn't being naked that worried her so much. Her hands shaking, she reached forward to unfasten his as well.
Her robes falling around her waist, Draco gently pushed her to a reclining position. As she lay on his bed, his hands devoured her, exploring her soft skin as his eyes drunk it all in. Looking up into his eyes, she saw something so intense it sent a chill down her spine.
As his hands traveled lower on her body, she got more and more nervous. She pulled at his robes, pulling them off. He grinned at her, and leaned on her hips.
"Be patient, darling," he crooned, a smirk crossing his face. Breena smiled, resisting the urge to laugh. But as his hands parted her legs, the smile left her face and the butterflies in her stomach turned into vultures, plotting deviousness. She relaxed a little when she felt his finger exploring her insides, and relaxed a lot more when he hit the right spot. Her breaths became shorter and more frequent.
"Maybe this won't be as bad as Sorcha said," Breena thought to herself, feeling the moisture gather around Draco's skilled fingers. She moaned then, surprising herself. Then, surprising her even more, she felt Draco's tongue where his fingers had been moments before. But it didn't last long.
Draco crawled on all fours over her, looking down at her, his eyes full of love and admiration for her. He leaned in and smothered her with kisses, making her giggle. He lay on top of her, studying her face.
"God, you're so beautiful," he told her. She smiled, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks. He shifted a little, still looking into her eyes, which filled with a faint note of panic as she felt him throbbing between her legs. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Yes," she started. "It's just, I've never done this before," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper. His eyes grew wide.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, a hint of anger in his voice. She shrank away from him.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, tears forming.
"It's alright," he said, kissing her eyelids and wiping the tears away. "I just don't want to hurt you," he explained. "But I'll be gentle," he promised. She nodded. He kissed her again, probing her mouth with his tongue, and teasing her nipples with his other hand. His hand traveled down, over her stomach and back into her, making sure she was really ready. He pushed himself up, and spread her legs a little bit wider before her entered her slowly, making sure to be as careful as possible. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. It didn't hurt as bad as she had expected; it was pain she could ignore. He started to pump in and out slowly, until she got used to the rhythmn and started meeting his thrusts. Then he sped up, Breena matching his movements perfectly until they both collapsed.
Draco removed his hand from her mouth, a gesture he'd made to prevent anyone from hearing her cries of pleasure, and kissed her deeply before falling asleep on her chest.
* * *
"At least you got to dance the whole time!" Hermione replied bitterly, "Harry danced three dances and then refused to dance anymore. Ron danced with me once out of pity, and then Sorcha snatched him back."
"Sorry, Hermione," Pansy sympathized. The two girls were sitting in their PJ's in the girls bathroom, having no where else to go during the night to talk to eachother. Myrtle was sulking in the u-bend, bitter that she had no dances to go to. "Draco didn't even have the decency to look at anyone but Breena all night," she cried, spitting out Breena's name as if the name itself had a foul taste. "And whathisface is nice and all, but he's not anywhere near Draco's caliber."
"I'm sorry it was so terrible, Pansy," Hermione apologized, yawning. "I'm so sleepy," Hermione said, hoping Pansy would let her get some sleep.
"Go to bed, Herm, I'm tired too," Pansy instructed. Hermione gave her a hug, and headed for the door.
"Coming?" Hermione asked, realizing Pansy wasn't following her.
"Go on, I'm going to wash my face," Pansy told her, turning the warm water on. Hermione nodded and headed sleepily up to bed.
She had just gotten to sleep when she jerked back awake. Resisting the urge to shout "Something is not right" like that dopey nun in Madeline, she headed for the Gryffindor Tower bathroom.
She was sitting on the toilet when she felt a rather odd sensation, and suddenly there was Moaning Myrtle right in front of her. Hermione jumped up and ran out of the stall.
"Myrtle, never do that to me again!" Hermione yelled, before noticing Myrtle was paler than usual, if that was possible.
"You have to help," Myrtle managed to say between sobs, "It's Pansy, hurry!" Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she broke out into a run for Myrtle's bathroom hoping she wasn't too late to help.