High

I can't sleep.

I'm just too ecstatic.

I left Harry 3 hours ago and all I can think about is the next time.

It was better than I could ever have imagined, he's so good. His skin is so soft, his body so gorgeous, his lips that are so much like cherries. Smooth, plump and juicy, and they taste like cherries too.

What day is it tomorrow? Sunday. Perfect, I'm free to do whatever I want.

Blaise has done my homework, and no Quidditch practises for a while, I can just relax and daydream.

I smile to myself as I think of the daydreams I may create.

I'll never sleep again. Never. I'm just way too happy to do anything except reminisce about tonight's events.

'Harry! For gods sake listen will you?' Hermione's sharp voice echoes around the empty common room.

The blinding sunlight is creeping through the windows as if to say 'come outside and enjoy me! Come and play!' and here we are, cooped up inside a dinky little room revising for the exams.

'Sorry Hermione' I murmur. I'm not really sorry; it's her who should be sorry, interrupting my memories like that.

All I can think about is that pale, sleek, blonde haired stallion of mine; yes MINE Draco.

His nice big…hands yes his hands, the ones that know exactly where to go and how to touch. His warm, strong, safe embrace that makes me feel loved.

His sinful, tasty, moist, playful lips, that make my lips tingle and do a little happiness dance.

I feel so good and yet so naughty. So sexy and yet so sinful. So happy and yet so guilty. But most of all I feel lucky. Draco malfoy, the sexiest boy to ever pass through those grand oak doors, wants me. I have to admit I'd never have believed it, but there it is. We're a couple. Well not officially, but he wants to be and so do I.

Dum de dum dum dum. Keeping up appearances would be easy, but all I want to do is laugh whenever I come face to face with Harry.

Hahaha! He's mine, not yours! I did him, I fucked him, and he's mine! Oh yeah!

I can just imagine the look on Weasley's face when we tell him.

But when WILL we tell people?

It's been nearly a week. And I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

I know!

A little letter. Getting him in detention would be too obvious. So lets crack on!

No that sounds needy. No that sounds mean. Ask about weasel, I don't care but it's another line, and it adds a bit extra.

Done. Oh now I've got to go to the owlery to get that damn eagle owl off his fat arse to go down a floor just to deliver a letter.

I could do it myself but I don't know where their common room is and it would look suspicious. Oh well, the things we do for love.

Draco has a beautiful owl. All pretty, and golden, and proud.

Why am I talking about a stupid owl? Anyway, I was in the common room with Ron and Hermione and it swoops in and drops a pretty blue parchment on my lap. Then it steals Ron's piece of chocolate out of his hand and flies off again.

Unfortunately Ron and Hermione recognised the damn thing so I had to hide the parchment and now I'm reading it under the covers.

It says (in Draco's thin, neat and glistening scrawl, he must have written it today the ink's still moist.)

Harry,

I need to see you, I don't mean like look at you I can do that any time, I mean talk and maybe kiss and I think you know what else.

It's been a week and I'm suffering from withdrawal symptoms.

I need to feel your silky skin under my fingers, touch your juicy lips with mine, and to see your hot sexy body naked. Oh god I'm getting a bit hot now.

So tell me when and where we can meet and ill see you then.

How's your weasel (I don't really care but it makes my letter look long and big. Oh god I sound like an overexcited five year old.)

So tell me about meeting.

Until then babe.

Draco

xxx

I scribble 'tomorrow, room of requirement, 7.30 pm.' and send it back with a school owl (Hedwig is hunting) immediately

I feel giddy now. I never knew Draco Malfoy would make me feel this way.