(Author's Note: I know there hasn't been much romance...and this is a romantic story, after all. I'm actually proud of myself, I usually make them kiss by chapter three. But I do agree with a few of my reviewers. Draco is sexy. So yeah..! I'm glad you all like the story.)

Chapter Eight:

Slowly she felt him respond to the kiss, his fingers swept up her arms and threaded through her long hair. He gingerly twirled pieces of silkiness in his between his fingers as she placed her hand on his knee. Carefully she snaked her free hand to hold the back of his head. She felt him smile against her lips before he pulled away.

"That was very nice, but that's not why I'm here. I wanted to show you something." She detected a trace of nervous laughter as he spoke.

He took her hand and stood up. He was grinning sheepishly at her through the dark. He led her to the door of the bathroom and exhaled before turning the knob. He expected her to squeak or gasp...but he what he got was complete silence.

Light flickered from each corner of the room, the air smelled as sweet as roses-her eyes went to the bed and that got a gasp-it was covered in pedals, and there was a silver bowl with strawberries in the middle. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her ear.

"Close your eyes." His voice was coated with seductiveness and it made her tingle. She did as asked and felt something happen to her body. "And now...look at me." He whispered, but his voice was rather distant. He wasn't touching her; she frowned but opened her eyes.

He stood by the fireplace; one hand in the pocket of his black trousers, his free hand was stroking the pedals of one white steamed rose that he had enchanted to float in front of him. He wore a sleek silver shirt and a black jacket, the tie was black as well. His glasses reflected the candlelit room as he stared at her, his hair fell over his glasses just once, but he pushed it aside. She watched his mouth open slightly as she looked down.

Her breath caught in her throat; he had switched her clothing while she had her eyes closed. Instead of the green top and the jeans, she wore a silver dress with spaghetti straps. The dress fell down to her feet.

"I didn't know how you'd look...but that dress makes me want to ravish you. It's a shame you're pregnant." He smiled lazily at her and extended the hand that was in his pocket. He unfurled his hand and in his palm lay his green jeweled necklace.

"You're letting me borrow this? But..." She stopped as he stepped away from the still floating rose and came up behind her. She brushed all her long wavy hair to one side as he placed the necklace around her neck.

"You're more important then some piece of jewelry...plus, I know you like it. So it's yours."

"Draco...this is really nice, but I can't."

"Yes you can." He muttered as he came around to face her. His fingers skimmed over her cheek. It was when they stood completely still that she heard it. He stepped back a few paces and held out his hand.

"Dance with me?" He grinned at her as she took his hand. He yanked her toward him and she would have hit him if he hadn't placed his hand on her hip to stop all movement. Everything stopped as she curled her hand with his, and laid her head on his shoulder. It was only when the music had hit it's softest note that they moved. It was perfect...he was so sweet and generous that she was beginning to lose herself.

"This is wonderful." She whispered against his throat as she turned her head to look up at him. He had his eyes closed behind the glasses that shimmered with light every time he stepped. She watched his lips part as he took a breath, she came entranced with his face, every line etched into that perfect skin, each time he set his jaw as he held her hand tighter.

"You're wonderful." His tone was strikingly vast. She really was at a loss for words at that moment, and so she snuggled in closer to him and nodded. Carefully she picked her head up and used both their hands to direct his face to hers. His eyes opened to reveal them looking a gorgeous silver-blue. Words escaped her mouth before she could stop them.

"I love you."

She felt herself being pushed back, her hair trailed the floor as he dipped her and leaned his forehead against hers.

"You're incredible."

"Does that mean you love me too?" He shrugged slightly and kissed her forehead.

"Something like that."

After pulling her back up right he stopped all movement and kissed her lips. She clutched at him and moaned softly as he squeezed her hip. He smiled against her and broke away again. He didn't say anything as he guided her to the bed and pulled her against him as they sat down. She rested her head on his shoulder while he ran his fingers through her hair. Somehow he had maneuvered his legs to trap her as he kissed her neck.

"It's really a shame that you've already done it...you just look so desirable."

"Doesn't mean I can't not do it, just because I'm pregnant. I'm not that far along."

"It wouldn't be very fair..."

"Since when is a Malfoy known for fairness?"

"Since you."

"Me?"

"Oh yes...you're a constant reminder of what I'm missing. I had to break the cruel unfairness when I took care of you that night."

She just smiled and cuddled closer against him. She needed him as much as he needed her. Something in her mind flickered and she wondered about Tom. Surely he was angry for this display of disloyalty...but for some reason, it didn't matter. Not when she was, for the first time in years, truly and completely happy.

"The Masquerade Ball coming up...would you like to go?" He asked, slowly bringing her back to reality. She remembered his words about the Ball...

"Could we just be together in some other way?"

"How about a romantic picnic by the lake?"

"And another dance?" She asked, sounding almost childishly cute.

"Definitely." He smiled and kissed her temple as she closed her eyes. She would worry about Tom some other time...tonight...she would enjoy being in love.