TRIGGER WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE, SMOKING, PARTYING & DRUG USE INVOLVING MINORS, STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT INVOLVING MINORS: HEAVY SNOGGING & TOUCHING

AUGUST 23RD, 1993 - MALAGA, SPAIN - LATE AFTERNOON

"Wake up, mate!" came an unfamiliar voice stirring Rose from the strange in-and-out drunken daze she had been experiencing since laying down.

"We're about to dock. Marcus' pissed off his arse! You two missed him jumping naked off the upper deck!"

"Theo- what the.." came Draco's heavy voice from beside her.

Draco muttered something inaudible to his friend followed by a soft chuckle from the boy then the sound of his muffled steps as he walked out of the room. She then heard Draco sigh heavily but couldn't hear what was going in his mind. Her Legilimency was clearly still impaired and she could still feel how drunk she was despite the brief rest. The same went for the voice. Drinking was becoming less and less appealing to her for she hated this feeling, she missed the voice of reason who had been her secret companion since she could remember, and she missed her power. Without either, she felt so vulnerable and lost.

"Rose, wake up," Draco whispered, gently shaking her hand which he still held. "Let's go home."

"Hmm," was all she could muster as a reply. She slowly opened her eyes and it took a few extra seconds for the blurred form of the blond boy to gradually come into focus.

Draco sat upright on the bed, his hair had dried leaving it a mess compared to its usual impeccably styled state but Rose could only imagine how she must look. The beauty charms were waterproof but the styling charms had deactivated with water leaving her hair in a semi-dried, wild, tangled mess. However, there were bigger worries than the state of her appearance.

The prospect of standing again was in no way inviting but the thought of returning to the Malfoys' home was sufficient motivation to force herself to rise.

"I'm still drunk," Rose said as she sat upright, adjusting the bikini as she did before swinging her legs over the edge of the bed to stand. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to control her balance as she slowly stood using both arms for support.

"I know," replied Draco slightly swaying in the spot he stood while attempting to smooth over his own disheveled appearance. "It's just a short walk to the car, let's get our things and get off this fucking boat."

He held out a hand that she took and smiled weakly at him before he led her out the room into the circular hall. There were strange noises coming from the room across and when Rose looked over she was met with the sight of Evan and Cassandra making out intensely on the bed. She quickly looked away and felt a sinking sensation in her chest however, she was too drunk to give it further thought.

She followed Draco, holding on firmly to his hand, up the staircase into the main deck hallway where she took the chance to glance at the bathroom only to find it opened with a passed-out Cassius on the floor. It couldn't have been him who refused to let Rose in as Cassius had been dancing with the group when she had left.

As they passed Rose heard the electronic music grow louder and louder and she took in the aftermath of the party wondering how long she and Draco had been gone. They passed Millicent first, who sat alone in the dining area and she did not lose the chance to glare darkly at Rose as she passed mouthing what looked to be the word "Slut".

Rose wondered if she had been there the entire time as she was not able to recall seeing the girl when she first rushed in.

She did not contemplate it further for when they entered the main salon Rose was distracted by the sight of Zoe straddling Adrian on the sofa; both locked in an aggressive kiss. Close to the couple sat Blaise and the Spanish Beauxbatons girl Draco had danced with also engaged in their own heated mouth lock that looked more like they were in danger of swallowing each other's face. Rose spotted her tote near them and without hesitation or thought staggered past the oblivious couples as her motivation to leave overpowered any awkwardness.

Snatching up her tote, Rose reached in and grabbed a hold of Draco's shirt and tossed it in his direction before pulling out the sundress and hastily slipping it over her. She then forced her balance and placed each sandal back on her feet.

As she adjusted her bag and hair Rose glanced down at the side table where three rolled joints laid on top. She looked around, Draco was slipping on his sneakers, the couples remained lost in their own worlds, and Millicent was down in the dining room completely out of sight.

The impulse came from nowhere, Rose had never stolen anything in her life but before she knew it she had swiftly snatched up the joints casually readjusting her tote as a guise to successfully slip them inside. She looked around to ensure no one had noticed and was relieved to see that no one had.

"C'mon, Rose," Draco called out now finished.

Once again they held on to each other as they exited the main deck. The afternoon sun blinded them momentarily until they were able to adjust their vision and make out the Bletchley twins slumped on the deck floor looking incredibly drunk and sporting matching lop-sided grins.

"'Juss friends', eh Draco?" One of them slurred mockingly.

"Pottah's sisstah, niiiiiccccee!" slurred the other.

"Tol' you der' wasss sumin' goin' on," the first one continued. "'ee's too pretty, probly 'as a pretty little cock to match."

They erupted in a drunken and loud guffaw.

"Fuck off!" Draco shot at them annoyed. He jerked Rose's hand forward leading her away from the twins although one of them still managed to call out.

"WELL, DOES 'E, ROSE?!" Followed by hoots of laughter.

As they stepped onto the stern they were greeted by Theo, who offered to take Rose's other hand as she stepped off the yacht onto the dock.

The boys followed behind her with Theo talking animatedly to Draco.

"Marcus' furious you two took the master bedroom. He kicked everyone off the upper deck and he and Terence were up there with two of those Beauxbatons birds. Think he was trying to get Terence finally laid but he stormed off before you two came out. Poor bloke should have taken his chance. He needs it, doesn't he?"

Neither Draco nor Rose answered because a loud voice shouted,

"COULDN'T HELP YOURSELF, EH MALFOY?!"

They all turned and looked up to find Marcus staring down at them from the back railing of the upper deck, cigarette, and scotch in hand and standing completely naked.

He raised the drink at them, staring directly down at Rose and smirking arrogantly before taking a gulp. Rose watched him with disgust trying her best to not look at his exposed member. She had never seen a real one before and it disgusted her that the first one had to be Marcus.

"Wanted her all to yourself, you slimy git! I wouldn't have mind sharing, mate!" He called down at his friend.

Impulse once again took over Rose and she found her arm involuntary rising with her middle finger stuck up high in Marcus' direction.

"Fuck you, you inbred piece of troll shit," Rose spat out. "Like you and your ugly prick ever had a fucking chance!"

The vulgarity of her own words and gesture shook her, never had she spoken in such a manner and it surprised everyone including its recipient, who now sneered down at her in a rather threatening way. There were no regrets however, she despised Marcus Flint and she was aching to curse and hex him bloody perhaps even invade his simple mind; discover his most intimate and embarrassing secrets, and cause him unimaginable pain.

If the voice had not been subdued by the alcohol it would have likely told her that the future would present a time and place to use Marcus as target practice so Rose turned away sharply and began her way up the marina without another word. She could hear the two boys follow behind her and they had only gone a few strides when Marcus called out one last time.

"CHEERS, POTTER!"

"That was fuckin' awesome, Rose!" exclaimed Theo catching up to her and looking thoroughly impressed and delighted. "Did you see how pissed Marcus looked! Bet that took a shot at his ego."

"She's amazing, isn't she?" remarked Draco appearing on her other side and looking equally as impressed and pleased.

Rose laughed, "He had it fuckin' coming. How can you all be friends with that!"

It was the boy's turn to laugh.

"He's a bloody Flint, that's how," Draco explained simply.

Rose shook her head, "Fuckin' Purebloods."

They all erupted in laughter at this.

The trio parted at the parking area and Rose and Draco walked back to the direction of the car where the guards stood patiently waiting.

As they got closer Rose could tell, despite the absence of her power, that they knew! The unmistakable emotions of surprise, panic, and irritation appeared on their faces as they took in the sight of both teenagers.

Suddenly there was a startling loud 'CRACK' and a flash of bright light went off in front of Rose's path. She halted in her step stunned, scared and blind and when her vision came back there was a bald, paunchy man in a tacky tourist t-shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals carrying a large camera standing between them and the safety of the car.

"Had fun on the Flints' yacht, Rose? Lookin' a little rough, eh? How's your stay at the Malfoys? Getting to the know the young heir well, I see!" He shot at her fast and loud taking the opportunity to snap another shot and consequently blinding them once more.

There was a sound of rushing footsteps hitting the cement ground as the guards ran over at once, wands out, and directed at the man's back but it was too late. The man had obviously taken his chances against them and therefore had been ready to Disapparate just as quick as he had appeared.

"The little shit! Apparating in broad fuckin' daylight in a fuckin' Muggle area!" Cursed the head guard, a tall, rough-looking, and intimidating bald man. "Bastard's lucky there's no Muggles around," he said pocketing his wand. "Wands away, you lot!" He then ordered the rest who immediately followed his command.

"Get her inside!" He ordered sharply pointing at the young witch.

Rose felt a rough hand grip her arm and pull her forward to the car to forcefully, yet carefully guide her into the back seat where she was joined by Draco, who had climbed in on his own.

Despite the time it had taken them to walk from the yacht's master bedroom to the inside of the car, Rose felt like only seconds had gone by. Everything was moving fast in a faded stupor yet it was also holding still. The more Rose focused on the latter the more woozy she felt so she pushed all efforts to make sense of things away from her mind.

The sensation of the starting engine stirred Rose's stomach once more and the increasing momentum only aided the creeping urge to vomit. She pressed her forehead against the cool car window and closed her eyes willing herself to regain control, after all, there had been enough embarrassment for one afternoon. A familiar hand gently landed on her own that had been resting on her thigh. Draco gave it a light squeeze and Rose didn't need Legilimency to know that it was an act of comfort for she did not doubt that she looked very likely to either pass out or become violently sick once again.

For now, all she could do was sit still and convince herself that she was not nauseous by pushing all thoughts away and silencing her mind. Surprisingly, now that her mind was literally silent there was more activity than ever before rushing through.

She had shared a bed with Draco, there had been witnesses. Although they had done nothing but lay there Rose could only imagine how it must have looked to the others and the ones they told.

Which apparently had been everyone!

Rose groaned silently thinking of Evan, he had been one of the witnesses and he would surely think her pathetically desperate for hooking up with an underclassman.

Her feelings weren't alleviated when the image of Evan and Cassandra rolling around on the bed, kissing and touching each other played in her mind. There was that crushing sensation in her chest once more.

However, there had been something far more embarrassing and dreadful than that. The pleasure she felt while dancing with Marcus rained down in her mind, everyone had seen that too!

Rose gave a small, sigh, and concentrated on emptying her mind. There was no point obsessing over how she had acted, not now at least when she felt so terrible.

It seemed like hours but it also minutes Rose couldn't decide but the sudden turn onto a graveled road told her the villa was near and she felt overjoyed and relieved. When the car stopped, she opened her eyes and was greeted with the welcoming sight of the house's front double-doors.

The car door was pulled open by the head security guard and he silently helped her step out into the warm, early evening air. Rose tried not to sway in her spot but she had made it this far without losing the little control she had over herself therefore she could make it to the bedroom!

Tilly appeared suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere next to the guard.

"Take her to her room. They've been drinking and need to sleep it off," he instructed plainly to the elf. "Say nothing to your Master. They got seasick, understood? This didn't happen just attend to them through the night and have them sleep on their side. Merlin knows what else they fuckin' took!"

The elf nodded its large head then called out in her high-pitched voice, "Izzy!"

There was another pop behind Rose followed by a dazed Draco appearing at her side holding onto another elf's hand.

"Here we go, Miss Rose," said Tilly as she grabbed Rose's hand leading her carefully up the stairs to the house. "Easy now, Tilly's got you."

Rose made a mental note to thank the elf later as she made the journey easy, leading her expertly into the home and into the guest house.

"Wait!" came Draco's voice as he hastily staggered over to her with Izzy running behind him. "I'll walk you!"

"You don't have to watch over me in your own home, Draco. I'll be fine." Rose teased however, she was relieved that he had decided to accompany her.

His presence was comforting particularly now that she found herself in such a vulnerable condition. She trusted him because she knew he cared about her. She could tell by the way he had gone after her at the party, by his need to make sure she was alright, and even by the way in which he insisted on helping her up the stairs despite the assistance from the elves. Rose needed someone to help her through this night so she decided to once again take advantage of this drunk courage.

"Stay with me?" She asked when they stopped at her bedroom door.

He looked surprised but nonetheless nodded taking her hand as she led them into the room followed closely by the agitated elves.

"Young Master Malfoy, your mother left strict rules with Tilly!" The elf called out. "Young Master and Miss Rose must stay out of each other's chambers!"

Tilly's words fell on deaf ears as both teenagers laughed at their drunkenness and stumbled towards the large bed, hand-in-hand with the elves running around them ready to catch them should one fall. Rose carelessly tossed the tote on the floor and kicked off her sandals before collapsing on the bed with Draco, who had also disposed of his shoes in the same fashion. She could hear the scurrying of small feet on the floor as the elves picked up after them and prepared the room for the night.

Rose turned on her side to face Draco and found him looking at her. They gave each other a drunk smile. His hair looked stiff, dirty, and messy from the seawater and his eyes were heavy and bloodshot. Rose had to look the same, probably worse but she didn't care, and neither did he.

Draco held out his hand, "Hold my hand, Rose. I need someone to hold onto," he said closing his eyes once she obliged.

Rose felt an immense happiness wash over her now that she was off that yacht and back in her bedroom. She was finally safe in Draco's home with him.

She closed her tired eyes and allowed Draco's breathing to soothe her as her body relaxed and her mind finally shut off. Very soon Rose's body gave in to the intoxication and she fell into a deep and vivid sleep.

She was at Manhattan beach standing on the sandy shores, the warm breeze blew against her face sweeping back dark red-hair and the incoming waves engulfed her bare legs as they came and went. Rose closed her eyes basking in the familiar Californian air and scent. When she opened her eyes she saw the Flint's yacht sailing along the coast and standing next to her was Zoe smiling brightly.

"C'mon, California!" she said taking Rose's hand and pulling her deeper into the water.

Rose ran along, excited to feel the ocean embrace her and was up to her waist when suddenly, the sunny, blue skies became dark and the cool blue water turned grey and freezing cold. She looked around, she wasn't in California anymore. The beach was now a lake, surrounded by a large, dark forest and a grand imposing castle that towered overhead. The castle was set ablaze illuminating the image of a skull that had a snake protruding from its mouth in the night sky. The sounds of screams mixed with the sound of thunder and flashes of light scared Rose freezing her in her tracks as the strong winds blew the water dangerously around them.

"C'mon Potter!" called Zoe then to Rose's horror, dove headfirst into the windswept waters and did not resurface.

"ZOE!" shouted Rose after her.

"CHEERS, POTTER!" came Marcus' loud voice from the top deck as the yacht sailed across in the distance.

He watched and laughed as Rose struggled to swim against the violent waves which were dragging her further and further in. Yet no matter how hard she tried to move her limbs it was as if she had forgotten how to swim. She couldn't move, the panic was overtaking her and soon the crashing waves dragged her down into its dark and icy depths.

"DO YOU REMEMBER THE DARK LORD AT ALL?" Marcus' voice boomed in her mind as she was pulled deeper and deeper into darkness. She tried desperately to swim upward but it was in vain for she had lost control of her body. She was going to die.

Suddenly there were voices sounding off loudly inside her head.

"Lily! It's him! Take the kids and run! I'll hold him off!"

"I love you so much, Rosie!"

"Step aside, foolish girl!"

"Not Harry!"

"You're a gifted little witch, aren't you?"

"It would certainly be a waste of magical potential to dispose of you."

"You will obey me and train to fight for me, your Dark Lord. You will live to serve me..."

"I will ensure you are cared for and I will teach you how to receive the most out of your power."

"If you're ever foolish enough to seek vengeance, I will be waiting for you"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Then came pain, Rose felt as if she was being torn apart from the inside out so she opened her mouth to scream. Instantly her lungs filled with water and she began losing consciousness as her body drowned and her vision erupted in a bright, green light that was followed by a pair of terrifying red eyes. They glowed nefariously and painfully penetrated her mind tearing it apart as she died.

EVENING

Rose awoke with a start, screaming as she sat upright on the bed her hands clasped around her throat as she breathed in the air her lungs desperately craved.

"Rose! It's okay! You were dreaming, you were dreaming!" came Draco's voice as he bolted upright beside her taking Rose's cold, sweaty face in his hands. "It's okay it was just a dream," he assured as she continued to hyperventilate unable to control the tears that flowed down her face.

"I heard them!" She cried. "I heard their voices! What they said right before they died! I heard my mom and dad!"

Draco was at a complete loss of words. He pulled her into his arms and held her close as she continued to sob.

"I heard him!" She continued unable to stop herself. "I heard him kill my mom! He called me gifted! That it was a waste to kill me! That he would care for me and teach me how to use my power and that I would serve him!"

She couldn't stop herself from spilling the contents of the nightmare and the memories that had resurfaced from it. The comfort, trust, and safety she found in his warm embrace overpowered her usual control and self-preservation causing her to share these intimate details with him. Her heart was racing furiously, it had been more than a decade without any real recollection of the night her parents died and suddenly, these few memories had returned with full force.

"It was just a bad dream," Draco gently reassured her again. "You're right here with me."

Rose focused on the steady beats of his heart to soothe her as she slowly grounded herself and evened out her breath utilizing the breathing exercises the Healers had taught her.

She was here.

She was safe.

Draco was real and the dream wasn't.

Her hair was still black, she was still in Spain and was in no danger of drowning.

Soon the tears ceased as she recovered from the nightmare. Her hold on Draco remained the same as she stayed in his arms and rested her head against his shoulder. She closed her eyes forcing herself to regain full control and composure only to discover in the stillness that she was still very much drunk.

Slowly pulling away, Rose looked up at Draco to find him staring at her apprehensively. There was the unmistakable emotion of worry all over his face. He had been scared when he awoke to her screaming. The revelation of her nightmare only sent a chill down his spine as he avoided imagining what it was like to remember your own parents' murders.

'How can I help her?' She heard him think.

Her Legilimency was back!

Despite the lingering effects of the alcohol, Rose could feel all the emotions coming from Draco and that self-awareness restarted the nausea once more. Quickly, she hopped off the bed and ran toward the bathroom where, for the second time that day, she vomited into a toilet.

More of the same crimson-colored liquid came gushing out as before filling the room with the foul smell of vomit. Drinking was becoming less and less appealing as the night progressed. She continued emptying her stomach until she was left dry heaving and short of breath.

Breathe, Rose.

Rose couldn't be happier to hear his voice again.

Missed me, now? I never left you, you just couldn't hear me but I saw everything. Now breathe, you'll be fine.

She did as she was told and, sure enough, the dry heaving ceased and she was left leaning over the toilet bowl completely exhausted.

"Tilly will take care of you, Miss," came the soft voice of the elf as she tenderly swept up Rose's hair which surely had vomit in it as she hadn't bothered to pull it away this time. "Tilly has water for Miss Rose that she must drink to feel better," she said handing a cool glass of water to the young witch once she had slowly straightened up.

"I'm going to my room," came Draco's voice as he stumbled into the doorway. "I need to wash, my hair feels and smells bloody awful!" He exclaimed running his fingers through stiff locks.

Her heart dropped at the thought of being alone tonight, "You'll come back right?"

He smiled, "I never planned on leaving you tonight."

NIGHT

After Rose had hydrated and successfully bathed, the latter done in large part to Tilly who had also assisted in magically drying her body and hair, she felt slightly sober and comfortably refreshed.

With further help from the elf, Rose managed to slip into a lavender, silk camisole, and matching short pajamas then brushed her teeth, using the mouth wash twice to rid her mouth of any lingering vomit breath. After finishing Rose took a moment to stare at her reflection taking in her appearance as she hadn't seen herself since the party.

Her eyes were heavy and the hazel irises contrasted drastically against the redness staining each sclera. Since she had forgotten to place sun protection charms there was a mild sunburn outlining the shape of the bikini on her body and her thick, wavy hair was wild and voluptuous in its natural, clean state. There wasn't much she could do about her appearance so without further thought or care she made her way to the dimly, candle-lit bedroom to find a freshly bathed Draco laid out on the bed waiting for her.

He had changed into a pair of black, silk, pajama shorts, and had chosen to remain shirtless much to her delight. When he sensed her, he sat up looking lighthearted and sleepy but still alert. She took the opportunity to admire the way his hair looked soft, silky, and relaxed so unlike the stiff, slick-back he usually wore. Briefly, she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers through it.

Draco's own thoughts weren't far from her own. 'She's so beautiful,' He thought looking her over.

"Not bad for my first party," Rose commented lightheartedly.

He chuckled and remembered watching her dance earlier and admiring the way her body had moved. Then the memory of them in the Flint's master bedroom came to his mind and Rose could detect the fondness attached to that recollection.

"Couldn't have gone better."

She laughed and smiled taking pleasure in the night breeze that blew in from the opened balcony window. The fresh air felt revitalizing adding to the clarity that was slowly returning.

"I brought you one of these," Draco said holding up a corked glass bottle that had been set on the nightstand next to him. Rose recognized the contents instantly by its deep purple color and glow, it was The Potion of Dreamless Sleep. "Mother keeps a stock."

"Thank you," Rose replied vastly relieved.

He placed the potion down on the stand then glanced down at the space next to him, "You coming to bed, Potter?"

He tried not to show the excitement that overcame him at the thought of sharing her bed tonight but she could plainly see it in his mind. However, before she obliged Rose walked over to the vanity, where Tilly had neatly placed her discarded tote and fished out the three joints she had stolen from Marcus.

"You nicked those!" Draco laughed. "Merlin, Potter, I thought I had you figured out!"

She winked at him, took one of the joints, and climbed onto the bed next to him. Without a warning, Rose leaned over across Draco so suddenly he was visibly surprised and overtaken by nerves and excitement but she only meant to grab his wand from its place on the nightstand.

Rose leaned away and nonverbally lit the end of the joint, puffing as she had seen Marcus do until it steadily burned. The smoke filled her lungs once more but there was no cough, not even the slightest this time. The plant fumes entered smoothly and instantly worked its magic on her mind and body. When Rose exhaled she closed her eyes feeling immensely better now that the overwhelming urge to vomit and incoming headache had vanished. She passed the joint to Draco and settled on her stomach beside him ignoring his thoughts as his eyes fell upon her plump butt.

"How about some tunes?" She suggested as the silence closed in around them. With a flick of her hand, Rose turned on the wireless radio on the vanity which began playing Spanish pop music she had never heard of. She stared at it intently dialing through the stations coming upon both wizard and No-Maj music until she heard a familiar heavy rock tempo. Beside her, Draco watched her with a smile at the display of nonverbal and wandless magic, impressed as always.

"Come as you are, as you were. As I want you to be. As a friend, as a friend. As a known enemy."

"Nirvana," she explained simply as she took the joint from Draco, knowing he had never heard of the No-Maj, Seattle rock band. "I love them!" she added.

"Never heard of them," replied Draco closing his eyes and leaning against the headboard, nodding along to the song.

Rose smiled seeing his enjoyment, "Probably because they're a No-Maj rock band," she informed teasingly.

He grimaced, "Of course, you'd listen to bloody Muggle music."

"Oh shut up, you like it," Rose defended teasingly.

He chuckled and shrugged, "It's not bad for a bunch of filthy Muggles," he retorted earning a light but playful slap on his thigh.

The joint became smaller and smaller as Rose and Draco passed it back and forth to each other, enjoying the music and laughing at each other's teasing and nonsensical comments. Gone were the feelings of nausea, disclarity, and terror replaced by pure euphoria. To add to her happiness Rose quickly discovered that the effects of the plant did not hinder her ability nor silenced the voice the way alcohol had; smoking weed now seemed like a far better option.

"I'm so hungry!" Rose exclaimed as she passed the tiny joint carefully back to Draco.

He inhaled what remained of the plant and vanished the end with a swift flick of his wand, "I'll call for Tilly."

"Nah, I got something here," she said then hopped off the bed to retrieve the red rectangular box from inside the wardrobe.

The little treats his father baited you with?

She ignored the voice and settled back on the bed then opened the box, relieved to find that the preservation charm on the chocolate-covered strawberries had yet to wear off.

"Here," Rose said picking up a strawberry and holding the chocolate end to Draco's mouth. "Take a bite."

Their eyes locked, the attraction and excitement both felt was so intense Rose could feel it vibrate all over her body. Without an exchange of words, the blonde obliged and leaned in taking a careful bite from the succulent berry. The juice spilled out staining his lips red and Rose caught a small drop trailing on his chin with a finger which she then placed inside her own mouth.

"Mmmm, so sweet," She commented playfully before taking a bite of the same fruit.

Draco licked the juice off his lips and watched her with a mix of disbelief and lust while simultaneously fighting off the urge to kiss her. That urge was not made easier by the second strawberry Rose bit into that brought his attention back to her mouth.

'She'll push me off, she's only teasing,' His mind rang out. 'Stop thinking, stop thinking!'

The music stopped and the Spanish radio host welcomed his listeners back to the end of a Nirvana hour before introducing the next song, Lithium.

Rose closed the box and placed it on the floor then leaned back against the headboard singing softly.

"I'm so happy 'cause today I found my friends. They're in my head."

The voice inside her own head chuckled at the lyrics, Why yes, I am.

"You're mental, Potter! You and your bloody Muggle music are fucking mental!"

Rose smirked and turned her body to him, "You like it." she stated coyly. "You like me and my bloody mental Muggle music," she teased in a poor imitation of his accent. "It's different and wrong...and that's why it excites you just like I do."

"Does it?" He inquired cocking one eyebrow clearly attempting to have the upper hand, a vain act on a Legilimens, still she played along.

"You've only been flirting with me since you saw me."

Now it was his turn to smirk, "Really, Potter? I clearly recall it being you who started any flirting," he stated matter-of-factly bringing forth the memory of their first afternoon together in the gardens for her to view as evidence. Rose saw herself in her short dress from Draco's perspective as she closely approached him, the way her body moved and the way she looked at him had all signs of her coquettish intentions.

"Why don't you get to know me first and see how much of a 'sweetheart' I am? Who knows maybe the 'likes of you are just my type."

Rose rolled her eyes, "Guilty as charged," she remarked putting her hands up in feign surrender.

He chuckle, the corners of his mouth lifting and Rose took in that moment to appreciate that smile that was so very often twisted into a smirk.

"You really like me though," she continued coyly. "You take pleasure in being so close to me. You would love for Harry to see us now just so you can laugh at the look on his face. It excites you, makes you feel in control and powerful." Rose leaned in close to his face and lowered her voice seductively. "Do you want to know a secret?"

He nodded fully captivated.

Say it.

"It excites me too."

If Rose hadn't heard the words coming from her own mouth she would have never believed what she was saying. Where was this suddenly coming from? Her experience with boys and seduction was nonexistent but she had no time to wonder as her words arose a bulge in his shorts that dangerously protruded against the silk fabric.

Draco leaned in closer keeping his eyes fixed on her lips, 'I would love to know how her lips feel,' he thought not knowing that Rose wondered the same thing.

Suddenly, Evan Rosier came to her mind as did his lean and muscular torso, his flawless handsome face, and the way he had held her against his strong body. Briefly, she wondered how his lips and hands would feel caressing and touching her the way she had seen him with Cassandra; his girlfriend!

For now, the voice chimed in. Let it run its course and in the meantime, it wouldn't hurt to gain some useful experience.

It wouldn't, clearly, Evan, Cassandra, Zoe, Adrian, and even Blaise had already crossed that threshold in adolescence and Rose hated nothing more than being behind her peers.

Use him.

She returned her attention to Draco at the inner voice's command.

"Does that make me terrible?" she asked.

"There's nothing terrible about you, Rose," he replied instantly.

Rose smiled and looked down bashfully, "You're so good to me, Draco." She returned her gaze to his and their eyes locked but this time there was no breaking away. A powerful magnetic force began pulling her closer and closer to him until she found herself slowly closing the space between them.

Their lips finally met in a chaste kiss. Draco's thoughts were running furiously rampant, his arousal now reaching new levels as he relished in the act he had yearned for. Rose, too, was enjoying the sensation of this contact as well as the stirring feeling that arose in her lower belly.

'Can I touch you?' Draco asked through thought not wanting to break away.

Unfortunate for him, Rose needed to get one issue clear before granting him any further permission so she broke away much to his disappointment. "We're just having fun as friends," she said factly. "Promise me this will stay between us," she further stated seriously, looking him directly in the eye.

He smirked, "There will be rumors about us already. You heard what they were saying today."

Rose rolled her eyes, "I know that but those rumors will stay rumors. You won't confirm anything to anyone and you won't catch feelings for me, promise?"

For a second she sensed a mild hurt in him but it quickly disappeared upon remembering their social positions. "As much as I would love to throw this in your idiot brother's face you have my word that I won't. I do sort of have a girlfriend so fancying you would complicate things for me."

"Pansy?" she asked recalling the ridiculous name and immediately seeing the smug face of a young and pretty brunette with an upturned nose in Draco's memory.

He nodded.

"How far have you gotten with her?" Rose inquired slightly tilting her head.

Draco's pale cheeks lightly blushed at this forward question, "She kissed me before we left for the summer."

"On the lips or with tongue?"

"On the lips," he admitted slightly bashful recalling the memory of the same brunette placing a soft and innocent kiss on his lips in what looked to be an empty train compartment.

Rose stared down at those lips taking note of the fullness of the bottom and the slight cupid's bow of the top. His lips had been so soft and perfectly moist that she was just yearning to feel them again.

The feeling was mutual, Draco's own desire for her was so overwhelming and palpable that it was almost too much for Rose to take in as she dealt with her own hormones. She needed to let these emotions out before she exploded.

"Do you want to try the other way?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yes," he answered instantly, his eyes fully locked on her. She looked at his lips once again and without hesitation, pressed her own against them. It started much like the first kiss until the voice in her head prompted her into further action.

Slowly open your mouth, he instructed.

Rose listened and was momentarily taken aback by the strange sensation of the soft, moist tongue that eagerly entered her mouth.

Gently massage his tongue with yours.

She did as she was told and carefully rolled and entwined her tongue with Draco's, who became greatly encouraged and pulled her deeper by the back of her neck. It felt strange but so pleasurable as was the gushing feeling in her core that now ached.

They broke apart for air, both hearts beating furiously, their bodies fueled by adrenaline, extreme arousal, and the realization that they were alone for the next two nights.

'I've wanted to do this for days," Draco communicated telepathically.

"I know," Rose replied smirking. "So have I," she then added untruthfully although it no longer mattered as kissing him was all she could think of doing now.

Gold locked with grey and both teenagers smiled contently before pulling each other back into a much hungrier and somewhat sloppy kiss.

Easy now, there's no rush. Enjoy it.

Rose slowed down and almost simultaneously Draco copied her pace.

Touch him.

She placed a hand tenderly on his neck.

Kiss his lower lip.

She obeyed.

Now give it a little love bite and a gentle pull.

At this Draco opened his eyes and gave her the hungriest of looks it was predatory, he desired nothing more at that moment than to ravish her.

Lick his lips.

Using the tip of her tongue, Rose licked from his bottom lip to top. The action proved to be too much for Draco, he let out a low groan, reached for the nape of her neck, and pulled the faux dark-haired witch toward him forcefully shoving his tongue into her mouth.

Rose's heart was now racing so fast she felt it might jump out of her chest however she couldn't bring herself to break away from their heated kiss, in fact, she never wanted it to stop.

He caressed the side of her face.

'So soft,' His thoughts said. 'Touching you is pure magic.'

Impulse once again took over and Rose found herself straddling the blond boy just as she had seen Zoe do to Adrian earlier. Draco settled his hands on her hips and she enlaced her fingers through his blonde strands - it felt exactly as she had imagined- as she reclaimed his mouth.

Draco was now overtaken by so much desire that it burned as the emotions traveled through him and into Rose. It was overwhelming to experience his pleasure along with her own as it only overfed the growing fire in Rose's belly that ached so much that she yearned to be touched and kissed in other places.

Almost as if he was the one with Legilimency, Draco moved his lips to her neck and an involuntary moan escaped her as she instinctively tilted her head back to grant him better access. Any embarrassment that arose from that moan was instantly diminished when Rose felt a prodding firmness against her inner thigh.

"Oh, fuck,' Draco thought as he kissed and gently sucked along her neck, 'Fuck, Rose...'

Rose grinned at his incoherent thoughts knowing that she was the cause of it then leaned over to capture his lips once more.

He was aching for her.

His thoughts begged for her.

The firm grip on her hips was becoming increasingly harder for him to maintain as he yearned to explore her body.

'Can I touch more of you?' His thoughts asked.

Rose broke away briefly to nod and almost instantly felt his hands go under the thin camisole where he found her skin to feel pleasurably warm, soft, and inviting. Another moan escaped her lips at the wonderful feeling of Draco's soft but commanding touch and she resumed their insatiable and fervent mouth lock.

Kissing him felt so good that Rose couldn't see herself stopping a sentiment shared with the younger wizard. However, Draco wanted to do more. He wanted to touch and kiss her in other places and explore every inch of her but he would never dare to overstep boundaries without consent.

Such a greedy little gentleman. The voice commented sounding amused.

Rose internally debated what she was comfortable and ready for while she continued to kiss him. Her body and more specifically, the area between her legs ached to be touched but this was her first kiss that had already escalated into full-on making out! It went without saying that engaging in any extreme sexual act tonight was a foolish choice despite what her hormones felt.

You're the one with the power. You can stop whenever you want.

She felt Draco's hands near her chest where he tenderly stroked the skin around, careful to avoid touching her naked breasts. The voice's reassuring words combined with impulse and pleasure overtook the young witch and she grabbed a firm hold of his hands moving them over her budding bosom.

His erection prodded furiously against her thigh at this action and she felt her nipples harden at his touch. He gave a light squeeze then gently rubbed each areola sending a wonderful tingling sensation throughout Rose's entire body.

Without warning, Draco carefully rolled her over, moving her under him and onto her back and trailing a path of kisses from her neck to the spot between each breast. He brought himself back up and his bloodshot eyes looked deep into her own in a dazed lustful silence that was only filled by a bluesy riff and drum-based sound of the song that now played on the radio.

"Your own personal Jesus. Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who cares."

'You're so fucking beautiful, Rose,' Draco thought to her.

She gave him a smile then lifted her hands to run them down his smooth, naked torso.

"So are you," she replied gently sweeping away his beautiful blond locks from his eyes.

Rose pulled him back down and kissed him now more expertly, running her tongue along with his own in a synchronized dance. She felt another firm prod and instinctively opened her legs wider to allow Draco to comfortably place himself between subsequently pressing his erection against her pelvis. Possessed by pleasure, passion, and desire their hips began moving on their own grinding against each other as they continued to kiss passionately.

Despite being clothed, the sensation of his hardness rubbing against her virginal opening made Rose feel so incredibly good that she began thrusting her hips against him as the pleasure it stirred dominated all her senses. Draco matched her thrusts and when he emitted a deep moan Rose felt encouraged enough to take it a step further and place her hand upon his throbbing bulge. One gentle grip and the effect was instantaneous! Draco pulled away from her, buried his sweaty face into her shoulder, and let out a muffled groan that shook the entire bedframe caused by the accidental magic he had unwillingly released. Rose then felt the fabric encompassing his member dampen with some type of warm secretion and grew slightly alarmed.

That was an orgasm. He ejaculated, the voice explained.

She relaxed and released her hold on him, proud of how easily she had accomplished that.

Both teenagers laid silent, sweaty, and panting as they recovered from what had just transpired between them.

"I think about the loveless fascination. Under the milky way tonight."

Rose couldn't recall when the station had switched from Depeche Mode to The Church as she had been far too entranced in some kind of sexual stupor to give attention to anything other than Draco. Now that her arousal began to subside she felt a wetness between her legs. It was fortunate that Ilvermorny mandated a thorough sex education class in the third year otherwise her body's reaction would have alarmed her as she had never imagined it to be so much.

You enjoyed yourself that's all. Her mental friend explained.

Oh Merlin, she had! Rose couldn't believe that she had allowed Draco to touch her that way but, Holy Isolt, did she love every second of it! It had felt so good, he had felt so good.

But what if she had allowed him to go too far? Less than an hour ago she had yet to have her first kiss and now she laid underneath Draco with his still-hard, post-climax cock between them.

What if he lost respect for her?

What if he didn't keep his word and told Harry and the entire school?

She would be branded a slut before her first full day at Hogwarts!

Stop it! You're the one in control! The voice reprimanded. You're smarter than him to ensure that does not happen!

Draco gave a small sigh, lifted his head, and nervously met her eyes. "I'm sorry," he said biting his lip, referring to his sudden release.

Rose smiled, tenderly sweeping his tousled hair away from his eyes and caressing his cheek with the back of her hand. "It's okay," she whispered her voice heavy with exhaustion and eyes droopy. "I enjoyed that too."

He turned to kiss her hand and smiled, "That was certainly a most memorable first kiss."

She giggled, "Yea, I'll definitely never forget it."

The words took a second to sink in and Draco looked at her with disbelief, "That was your first kiss?"

Rose nodded.

The confusion, however, remained on his face, "How? You're Rose fucking Potter, you must have loads of blokes lining up for you."

She gave a small shrug, "Never met anyone who I've been remotely interested in...until now, obviously."

Her words elated him and he cherished the memory and fact of having been each other's first kiss although he could never bring himself to voice the sentiment aloud. "Well, you're a natural, Potter," he said instead once again smirking.

"As are you, Malfoy," she remarked pulling him down into a tender kiss.

When they broke away Draco looked down at her and Rose instantly felt the distinguishable emotions of care and deep admiration that were coming from him. Part of him was in disbelief at the events that had just occurred for never in a million years had he imagined that he would be in this situation with Rose Potter. Another more selfish part was reveling in some kind of prideful victory at having hooked up with his enemy's sister.

She tried not to frown as she felt disappointment and concern over his promised discretion.

Let's not spoil the mood, said the voice to her. He likes you too much to risk displeasing you but nonetheless, you will remind him of your agreement later. Now, rest, you've had a long day.

Rose didn't argue for she couldn't agree more.

"Wish I knew what you were looking for. Might have known what you would find."

Draco kissed her once more before reaching over for his wand to perform the Scouring Charm on the wet spot over his groin and her hand. Rose then took the opportunity to reach over and gulp down the Dreamless Sleep potion before he extinguished the lights with another flick of his wand, the last thing she needed was more nightmares after ending the night so wonderfully.

She laid back down and immediately Draco wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to his body and snuggling against her. Rose could sense him closing his eyes as his mind slowly slid into unconsciousness and she followed suit allowing her body to surrender to the immediate effects of the potion and her mind to the reminiscent sound of bagpipes that made up the solo of the song that played.

And there's something quite peculiar. Something shimmering and white.

"Goodnight, Rose," whispered Draco sleepily.

"Leads you here despite your destination."

"Goodnight, Draco."

"Under the milky way tonight."

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A/N:

Songs mentioned in this chapter:

'Come As You Are" by Nirvana

'Lithium' by Nirvana

'Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode

'Under the Milkway" by The Church

I do not own rights to these songs. I included these specific songs because they were popular hits in the 90s and the lyrics seemed right and foretelling of the situation between Draco and Rose.

Things are getting steamy now and drama is stirring as Rose discovers a whole new attitude. Lucky for her and a horny Draco they still have one more unsupervised day!