Part 6
Hi everyone, hope you're enjoying the fic so far and thanks for the reviews.
Because my story is about kidnapping and hostages I would like to dedicate this next chapter to those people who have been affected by the various brutal hostage takings that have happened worldwide. Whether they lost their lives, suffered the ordeal or were friends and family of those that did, my thoughts are with them.
May God bless them.
Draco awoke the next morning to sunlight falling across him, melting the piles of snow that lay outside his window. Closing his eyes he marvelled at his energy and how awake he felt. Which was actually quite surprising he thought, as he hadn't really got much sleep last night.
He turned his head and looked at Cameron. She lay, still asleep across his arm, her brown hair fanned across the pillow, one tiny strand fluttering near her mouth. Draco reached over and tucked it behind her ear. He lay still, watching her breathe, wondering whether she was dreaming about him. How long he watched her he didn't know, but soon she stirred and rubbed her eyes. Opening them she turned to Draco and smiled at him.
"Morning sleepy" he said smiling back and giving her a kiss on the nose, "I was wondering when you'd wake up".
"Mmmm" she said stretching her arms, rolling over and wrapping them around Draco, "you'll be glad to know I was dreaming about you".
"Well now you've woken up you get the real me" he said kissing her face and neck.
"Hey, stop it" Cameron said giggling and rolling back over "you know that tickles".
"Does this"? laughed Draco, grabbing her by the waist and tickling her harder.
"Draco! Stop it!"
He stopped and just lay there, an entanglement of limbs, kisses and laughs with the only person he had ever truly loved.
"What's taken him so long!"
Lucius Malfoy slammed his fist onto the table in his office and caused Pettigrew to jump in fright.
"The Dark Lord is not patient and he's going to kill me if Draco doesn't get a move on"! yelled Lucius sweeping the contents of his desk onto the black marble floor,
"May-maybe he's got it, and he's just waiting until he comes home, for Christmas", said Pettigrew nervously.
"If he doesn't have it with him I will personally inflict the Imperious and the Cruciatus Curses on him until he decides to tell me why he hasn't replied to my owls for the last month, come home yet or told me anything about the damn Prophecy"!
"He's your son, Lucius", said Pettigrew, showing a sudden flicker of courage, "don't you feel any remorse at all with these vile threats"?
Lucius turned to face him, the angry glow from the fireplace mirrored in his steely grey eyes.
"I will blast anything out of my way if it means I can be successful and loyal to the Dark Side".
Sleeping in all day was something Draco had never done. And yet here he was, six in the evening with Cameron still tucked up in his bed.
"Cameron I have got to have a shower", he said swinging his legs out of bed, "and I'm bloody starving".
"I suppose you're right" she said wrapping her arms round his neck from behind, "cream and chocolate isn't really enough to go on all day" she whispered kissing his ear.
"I only have one shower, so you'll have to wait" Draco said pulling on his bathrobe.
"Fine", pouted Cameron cuddling into the bedcovers again.
Draco turned on the shower and still couldn't help marvelling at the love he had exchanged and received. For the first time in his life feelings had been mutual, without the slightest trace of hate. Pure love, something he had never experienced had overtaken him and now he felt if it was taken away he wouldn't be able to survive without it.
He took off his bathrobe, stood under the soothing warm water and was just starting to unwind when Cameron attacked him from behind.
"We have too much fun together", she whispered in his ear, trailing her hand down the middle of his back.
"You're right", replied Draco, equally breathlessly running his hands through her satiny brown hair.
Ok it's a little dirty but Draco has to get frisky with someone! He's so hot! And it's needed in the plot! Honest!