A/N: Well here it is… took me long enough. Again I am terribly sorry for the delay, I blame… someone else. This chapter had to be cut though, so to some nakedness and shagging, since they don't allow that on here anymore. The entire chapter can be read at my live journal (link in my profile). Now normally I do not ask for reviews or anything like that (it's just not my style) but since ya'll are going to have to be linked out, I am going to ask that you drop a line somewhere saying you at least read it (a short 'read it' would be just fine), so I'll know if it was liked. Or if I lost any readers due to the delay. I haven't even started the next chapter so I have no idea when that will be up. RL is seriously kicking my ass right now, but I am trying… please don't give up on me. And be sure to check out my live journal for updates and randomness.

Disclaimer: They are not mine, have never been mine and sadly will never be mine. So please try not to sue me.

Thank you to my lovely new beta Jess. A special thank you to Barb for picking out all my incorrect word usage. And as Always thanks to Lucy whom I lurve.

Thank you to my reviewers… you guys are truly awesome.

Now on with the show.

Biting her bottom lip, she nods - looking down shyly. I take a step closer, placing a finger under her chin - bringing her gaze back up to mine. Once I have her full attention, I lean in close, our lips almost touching - I barely manage to whisper "Such a lovely name" before closing the distance between us.

This is weird. I haven't kissed anyone but Potter for almost the past two weeks, so this is a little strange. She is nowhere near as good at it as he is either, but then again not many people are. She's not bad, per say, but she does have a thing or two to learn. Like saliva control for one. Doesn't matter, this is not about pleasure, this is about me showing that idiot Gryffindor that he does not own me and I can do whatever or whoever I want whenever I want. Her hands sneak around my waist, bringing me closer, deepening the kiss. She tastes vaguely of pumpkin juice - which reminds me that I'm pretty hungry, since someone caused me to miss breakfast this morning. She breaks the kiss first, trying desperately to catch her breath, obviously not having mastered the art of breathing trough her nose. Taking a moment to glance around the room, I notice an old dusty chair in the corner. Removing myself from her grasp I make my way over to it.

Once I've made myself comfortable, I motion for her to follow. She walks over to me in a way I'm sure she believes is sexy (but actually looks quiet comical…I decide against telling her so). The chair is fairly big so she settles in my lap easily - legs on either side of my own. Leaning in close she captures my mouth in another slow kiss, while I tentatively run my hands up her thighs, and under her robes - where I note with some interest she isn't wearing anything underneath. Thank you David, that just made my job a whole lot easier.

I feel her hands begin to unfasten my trousers and I close my eyes, leaning my head back. She finally manages to sneak a hand into them and I feel her start to place kisses along my neck before stopping all of her actions abruptly. She's found it.

"What's this?" I have no idea what you're talking about.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." Now, go back to that thing you were doing with your hand.

"Wait... does this say Property of Harry Potter?" No… it doesn't.

I can hear the humor in her tone and I want to slap her. How dare she make fun of me! She's a nobody, an average face in a sea of... lots of other… average… faces.

Unfortunately before I'm able to reply, I feel my current conquest being pulled rather harshly off my lap. My head immediately pops up, eyes flying open, only to lock with very angry emerald ones.

"So the bitch can read." I was surprised by that myself.

The sight before me is one I thought I'd never live to see. Harry Potter standing tall, and magnificent. Not to mention angry, very, very angry, with the girl at his feet, no doubt stuck there by the fist full of her hair Potter has in his hand.

I get up from the chair slowly, quickly doing up my trousers before placing my hands of in front of me in an 'I surrender' type gesture.

"Harry, let the girl go." I mean honestly, he has to be ripping out some of her hair. She'll get a bald spot… which, is highly unattractive.

"Why should I?" Because you're a nice, honest, noble Gryffindor… ok maybe not.

"Because although it may sound like fun right now, scalping is a very messy practice." Please don't ask me how I know.

He loosens his grip slightly, but to my surprise he does not let her go. Instead he pulls her head back, leaning down to hiss in her face.

"If I ever see you even so much as breathe in his direction again I'll kill you... don't think that I won't." That was totally out of line!

"HARRY." He's lost his mind, yep that's it, he's gone insane.

"WHAT?" Completely and utterly deranged.

"For gods sake the poor girl has to breathe. What the hell is wrong with you? You could be expelled for this. " Yeah, right Malfoy. And Voldemort is going to appear any minute now dressed in a tutu claiming to be your fairy godmother.

"Not in your direction she doesn't, what can I say... I'm a jealous person, and they'd never expel me. Besides, she's not going to tell anyone about this..." he tightens his grip once again, bringing her head back even further "... are you?" She is going to have such a headache in the morning.

"No." How pathetic she sounds, how insane he looks... how turned on am I?

Suddenly he releases his hold on the girl, sending her crashing to the floor.

"Good... now go. And remember what I told you." I don't think I have ever seen someone run from somewhere so fast, in my life.

As soon as she's out of sight his gaze turns to me. Oh how I wish it hadn't. I'm starting to think this was a really, really bad idea. He is not happy. Feeling the first sensations of fear rise in my stomach, I begin a little mantra: I am not afraid of Harry Potter, I'm not afraid of Harry Potter, I'm not afraid of Harry Potter... that is not Harry Potter. I have no idea who it is; it's definitely no side of Potter I have ever seen. I must admit I am petrified... and strangely excited.

Suddenly, as if driven by an unknown force, he lunges at me - slamming me against the wall with such fervor, I am positive I will have to make a trip to the infirmary later. Without so much as a second to register what's happening his mouth is on mine, kissing me with more passion, more hatred, more... something than I have ever felt in my entire life. I'm not sure if I should be turned on or terrified... although my body seems to be choosing the former. My trousers are becoming impossibly tight and I'll die if I do not get out of them soon. I move my arms with the intention of sliding them around his neck, when he breaks contact, grabbing them forcefully - pinning them above my head. Then, as if he hasn't been distracted at all, he goes straight for my neck - kissing, licking, and biting so hard I have no doubt I will look like I was attacked by entire colony of vampires tomorrow. I moan loudly and begin to grind my now very painful erection into his. He growls warningly but nevertheless starts to mimic my movements, while continuing his assault on my neck. Releasing his hold on me, and with quickness I've never seen, he drops to his knees.