ISLA MAGICÁ

FIVE

Four days had passed and Draco had spent all that time in his suite with Ginny, doing things with her that he had never cared to do with anyone else. Not even Astoria, who he had been with longer than any other woman. But Ginny demanded it, not by her words or actions, but just by being. It didn't make much sense, but he had given up on trying to make any of this make sense days ago.

As requested, they had not been disturbed at all by the staff and his suite had gone some days without maid service. They received their food as he had been receiving it before, with the least possible human interaction. Draco was determined to keep her in a constant state of heightened pleasure, her senses filled only with him, his touch and his scent. Again, it was that primitive and carnal animal that slumbered inside him – and he guessed it slumbered in most men – until the right woman came along to wake it up.

The morning of the fifth day began in much the same way as the others. With a sly smile and a kiss, her body naked as it had been the entire time, ending with him buried deep inside her, her gasps punctuating his thrusts until he felt his sweet release. They showered separately, washing away the sweat, and then rejoined for breakfast on the balcony, the morning sun shining down on them.

"I should really go back to my room," she said as she bit into her toast.

Draco frowned, disliking this idea. "Why? You have no need of your room," he said in a firm voice. "My suite is more than enough for the both of us."

Ginny took another bite of her toast, thinking, her brows knitting together. "I can't stay in your suite for my entire holiday, Draco," she finally said. "I did actually intend to explore the island."

"You don't have to stay in here all day," he replied. "As long as you come back... there is no issue." Draco began eating his own breakfast, lamenting the fact that hers had tasted infinitely better. "I'm not holding you here against your will." Though he would sincerely love to resort to those drastic measures if it meant keeping her near, but he knew that was not likely to endear him to her. And he wanted her to be with him willingly.

"They won't refund me my booking," she said, shaking her head.

Draco shrugged. "If it's a problem, I'll give you the difference."

"Oh no, you can't," she gasped. "That would not be... right. No, not right at all. I don't need your money."

"Then there is no problem," he said simply. "I'll get them to move your things up here."

Ginny sighed. "Draco, you know our time together is finite," she said, looking away from him out at the view. "Why make things difficult? We aren't together, we aren't even lovers... I don't know what we are!" She turned her gaze back on him, a determined look in her eyes. "Staying in your suite would make me something, make us something and we know that can't happen."

Draco stared at her as he chewed his food, trying to process the feelings her words were engendering. He knew they had a limited time together, therefore wouldn't it make more sense for them to spend as much time together as possible? He couldn't let her go back to her room, not when he had claimed her, not when he felt he could go mad from her going so soon. "It doesn't make us anything," he said. "We're just two people enjoying each other's company, it doesn't have to be anything else." A strained look passed over her face but it was gone within seconds before he could gauge it's meaning. "Come and do a tour of the caldera with me today, on the boat, and decide then."

Ginny finished her breakfast before she spoke again, and many differing emotions passed over her face in that time. Determination, excitement, something that appeared to be sadness and then resolve. "OK," she said. "We'll go out today, but you have to accept my decision, whatever that may be."

"That's fine," he said, watching her stand and lean on the stone balcony, her back arching slightly to prevent her breasts from scrapping against the roughness of the plaster. But he had to focus, he had to make her see that it made sense for her to stay with him. "We'll leave soon, meet me at the dock for nine?"

Ginny turned and nodded. "Yes, I'll see you down there." She went back inside to collect her clothing, some of which had ended up under the bed, and her wand. "Oh, and this room is getting very messy, it can't stay like this."

Draco rolled his eyes. "We'll, I've been a little too preoccupied to think about how tidy this room is. I'll get the maids to come up -."

Ginny didn't wait for him to finish, she waved her wand as she had done when she prepared them breakfast on the boat, like a conductor leading an orchestra in a soliloquy. Everything put itself right – the bed made itself, clothes folded and slotted themselves in the laundry basket, towels followed suit, everything went back to its rightful state with a flourish of her wand. "There, no need for the maids to see you living like a slob."

Draco stared at her, inexplicably feeling insanely turned on by her domestic wand skills. How could he focus when she was designed to distract him?

"Oh, don't look at me like that," she said backing away from him as he went to step toward her. "I know what that look means. We have things to do today!" She insisted as she hit the wall behind her when he continued his advance toward her.

"So hex me," he murmured as he leant into her and kissed her fully, and he knew she wouldn't hex him at all since her mouth opened up to him almost immediately.

"This is too much, Draco," she moaned into his ear as he bent down to tease her, his mouth hot on her hardened nipples.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, licking her skin, tasting her and teasing her relentlessly until she grew wet.

"No...!" she gasped, his teasing making her lose all sense of reason.

"Then tell me what you want, Ginny," he said and he knew already, his body knew as it hardened for her.

"Don't tease me," she warned, her breath heavy and ragged.

Draco laughed and picked her up, his arms under her thighs as he entered her for the second time that morning. This little nymph was insatiable and he felt unsure for the first time about what would happen when they had to return to England. The feel of her wrapped around him was like the feel of a warm blanket on a rainy day – unrelinquishable. The feel of her skin on his, their sweat intermingling, was such that he felt he couldn't let her alone in England. He would stay on this island for the rest of his natural life, but she couldn't. She wouldn't. She had her career and her large family.

But, for now, those thoughts could wait until they were to part. All he could think about now was joining her in her release as she moaned into his shoulder, her arms clinging tightly onto him as she trembled around him and made him finish quicker than he had wanted.

They stayed in that position for a moment or two, regaining their breath back until he set her down on the bed, kissed her and went into the bathroom. He would need another shower.

Draco had the boat stocked with more food so they could have lunch away from the hotel, but was disappointed to see that they would not have the caldera to themselves. Other boats of varying sizes skimmed the water beside the bank and in the direct centre, so they would have to share unlike the other evening when they had been out there alone.

Ginny had met him at the readjusted time of ten, and she had the good grace to be punctual. She seemed to have brought her hotel room with her too; in her large beach bag she had a parasol, two bottles of Mrs. Moon's High Factor Sun Cream (perfect for keeping that moonlight!), another swimming costume, two towels, a picnic blanket, and bottles of water.

"You know I have most of that stuff on here, don't you?" he said drily as she emptied the contents onto the table in the main salon.

"I do now," she said with a shrug, missing the irony. "What about lunch?"

"I had the staff restock the larder," he replied.

"Oh, did you?" she asked. "And who is making lunch?"

Draco smirked and turned from her to make his way up to the fly bridge. "Unless you want a cucumber sandwich, then I expect it will be you," he called to her.

Ginny had caught up with him and slid into the passenger seat as she put her sunglasses on. "I hope you realise that just because I know domestic spells, it doesn't mean I should do all the work."

Draco laughed and reached for her bare thigh, his hand squeezing her there. "Maybe you can teach me," he said. "But for now I enjoy watching you do it, I don't think you realise how sexy it looks."

"Seriously?" she said, laughing at him. "Merlin, my mum does all that stuff. Eurgh!"

"Yes, well, I'm not watching your mother, am I?" he said, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to the view ahead. "What do you think about going outside of the caldera? There are too many other boats out here for my liking."

"If you think I'm going to have sex with you out in the open, then you had better think again," she said sternly. "Otherwise, I don't mind going elsewhere."

Draco chuckled at her. "I had no intention of taking you into the woods, but now you mention it, it doesn't sound like a bad idea," he laughed at the look on her face and got the propellers going. The boat began moving slowly through the water, scything easily through the smaller waves. "I like how your mind instantly went to that, is that what you think of me? That this is all I think about?"

"Judging by the past four days, I'd say that would be an accurate reflection of what goes on in your mind," she replied.

Draco would agree if not for the fact that he knew he simply wanted to be with her, to just be. To just spend a day with her, sex was an inevitable side effect. "Now, that isn't fair," he said, unable to look at her to make sure he didn't crash into another boats. He would add another feature on the boat so he could let it steer itself in the future. "You've been just as hungry for it as I. Besides, my intentions today are entirely pure."

"I find that hard to believe," she said. "You don't strike me as the pure type."

"People have many layers, Ginny, purity is one of mine," he said with a smirk.

Ginny scoffed. "That's another quote from the book! You know it better than you let on," she pointed out, turning to him. "I don't believe you've read it only once, no one's memory is that good."

Draco glanced at her, the smirk still on his mouth. "If you give me a kiss, I'll tell you a secret," he offered.

"A secret?" she asked, her curiosity piqued immediately. "Do you know who wrote them? Everyone knows it's a pseudonym."

"Well... you'll have to kiss me and find out," he said with a shrug.

"Where?" she asked, and he could hear the frown in her voice. "I'm not kissing you there, we're surrounded by other hotel guests you know."

Draco scoffed. "Always straight to the gutter with you, isn't it? If you want it so badly, little nymph, just tell me and I'll take you downstairs," he grasped her thigh again, his hand edging up towards the apex. "Though I would have thought twice this morning was enough."

Ginny slapped his hand away and he laughed at her reaction. "I know what you are like by now, you'd get off on the thrill of being caught!" she whispered as though anyone else could hear them. "And twice is enough, thank you!"

"There is no need to thank me, Ginny, the pleasure really was all mine," he murmured, glancing at her again to see her purse her lips. He couldn't help but laugh again. "You're so easy to annoy. But, I meant a kiss on the lips, the purest kind of kiss there is between lovers."

"So, we are lovers?" she asked, her voice pitching slightly.

"What else could we be? Acquaintances?" he said, shaking his head. "No, we've gone much too far to be acquaintances. Lover sounds good, it fits you perfectly."

"I'm not sure if that's a good thing," she said. "I was aiming to be a wife eight months ago."

"I was aiming to be a husband eight months ago, we take what we can get," he replied. "I enjoy your company, in bed and out of it, that's enough for me right now." Draco was certain that it wasn't, he was certain that this was never going to be enough, nothing would come close. But he couldn't let her know that, he would scare her off and he wanted her for as long as she would allow. "So, are you going to kiss me or not?"

Draco smelled her before he saw her, her sweet floral scent filling his nose as she turned his face to hers and kissed him. How could she ever think they were anything but lovers when she could kiss him like that? Even with her mouth shut he could feel the passion radiating off her. When she sat back in her seat, he licked his lips, tasting the gloss she had worn on her own mouth. "I have read the books three times," he said, chuckling as he knew she expected him to reveal some great secret. Draco hadn't even told his mother and father that he was writing. It was his own world that he could escape to without intrusion.

"I thought you knew who wrote them!" she exclaimed, but he could hear the smile in her voice. "You are an arse. And I knew you read them more than once! Why would you say you read them once?"

Draco shrugged. "It's better to appear nonchalant to a woman you are seducing."

Ginny tutted. "What rubbish," she laughed.

"Yes, I think I have realised how stupid that sounds when spoken aloud," he replied. "Also, I didn't want you to know they helped me possibly more than they helped you."

Draco had brought the boat around the left hand hook of the caldera and decided to park it up near a pretty looking beach further along the outer rim of the island. It was secluded and partially shaded for them to have their lunch, and Ginny would welcome the respite from the blazing sun.

"How did they help you?" she asked when they finally made it down to the beach, picnic blanket and towels in hand. "You don't have to tell me," she assured as she waved her wand and had the towels and blanket lay out neatly on the sand for them to lay upon.

"You told me," he said. "And it's done now, so none of it really matters."

Ginny sat up, looking over him as he basked in the sunshine. "Of course it matters. Even if you are over it, it has shaped you, changed you," she said softly.

Draco thought that sounded like an excellent quote to use in his next book, with a little tweaking, but he accepted the truth of it all the same. Astoria's refusal had changed him, perhaps it had pushed him in this direction even, to Ginny. Going for women like Astoria had never ended well, and perhaps that is why he had been so attracted to Ginny from the moment he saw her laughing by the pool, no restraint or airs. "I suppose it has changed my perception," he conceded.

Ginny continued to look down at him for a long while, expectant, as he tried to sort through it. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me, I needed to tell someone about Harry," she said. "It doesn't mean you need to tell me anything."

Draco nodded. He knew she wasn't expecting anything, but it felt right to tell her. There was nothing shady about what had gone on, it was simply admitting that he'd been hurt. His mother and father assumed he'd move on quickly to someone else, someone more acceptable in their eyes. Zabini had thought he would move on, but Draco knew Zabini had some inkling that his friend was not completely happy.

"I had expected to marry Astoria," he finally began, his eyes on the overhanging tree just above them. "I expected to have children with her. When she returned the engagement ring, I was heartbroken. She told me it was never supposed to get that far, she hadn't wanted all that so soon, I was pressuring her and I was to blame for pushing her away. She called me demanding!" Draco shook his head. "Me, demanding! Never demanded anything from her. It was just an excuse to back away from the responsibility she had pretended to be ready for."

"Why didn't she want to get married, at least? You didn't have to have children straight away," Ginny said in a confused voice.

Draco laughed bitterly. "I said that to her, said that children could wait... but, it wasn't enough," he explained. "She wasn't ready to commit. Funny that, last I heard she was gallavanting all over Europe with some French wizard." Draco laughed again, this time at the irony. "If she had wanted to travel, all she had to do was say. Reading the second book was a chance to see it all played out and resolved, not like in real life."

"Maybe it's better to stay single," she sighed, laying down beside him now. "That way our expectations won't be so high, we won't feel betrayed or lied to."

"There is a flaw there," he pointed out. "How do you expect to have children?"

Ginny laughed. "I don't need to be with someone to have children."

Draco frowned. "But that is not the ideal environment to raise children in," he said.

Ginny shrugged. "Well, it's not happening any time soon, anyway," she said carelessly. "I've got a couple years left in my Quidditch career. I was hoping for captain this year, but they've given it to Demelza Robbins – fair enough, I played terribly nearly all season."

Draco wanted to tell her about his own troubles with writing his third book, but his pseudonym was there for a reason and it would stay a pseudonym. It didn't particularly seem to be on a par with her own woes anyway, considering his writing was not something he did to sustain his lifestyle. "Maybe now is the time to finish Quidditch," he suggested.

"I have been thinking about it," she muttered, sounding dejected by such a thought. "I would be able to concentrate more on starting a family – meeting someone would be useful. There is an opening coming up for Sports journalist at the Daily Prophet at the end of the year. Wilfred Waffler is retiring," she explained. "The pay is decent, not as much as my earnings now, obviously, but I have a flat in London and a house in Surrey. One of them can go if necessary."

Draco found it strange that someone should have to part with something just so they could have more money. He could not dream of giving up his own flat in London. "I'm sure you will find some rich man to look after you," he replied. "If you come here often enough, you'll get some foreign wizard offering you holidays in the Maldives and designer clothes from Milan."

Ginny laughed. "I don't know where you get this idea that I have men falling over themselves," she scoffed. "Men are too intimidated by my career, too intimidated by the fact that I know more about Quidditch and never mind the fact that I was with the saviour of the wizarding world! It's not as easy as you think. Yes, even with this body," she joked.

Draco didn't think it was any joke at all, how any man could resist wanting to touch her body, to even just be near it and near her was unfathomable. He was falling over himself simply to get her to stay in his room for the rest of her holiday. "Then they are fucking stupid," he said, turning on his side to look at her. "Potter was unbelievably stupid." He reached out to trace his fingers across her flat stomach, her warm skin smooth to the touch and then he reached under her bikini top to squeeze her breast.

"Draco! I said not in public!" she hissed, sitting up and looking around.

"There's no one here," he murmured leaning in to kiss the side of her face. "Come, little nymph -."

"Don't call me that! You think I will do whatever you want when you call me that!" she accused as she turned away from him.

Draco chuckled. "You think so terribly of me," he said quietly as he nuzzled her neck. "Come," he coaxed, "just let me kiss you, Ginny. Just a kiss..." He placed kisses along the arch of her throat and shoulders.

He smirked as he heard her sigh heavily and turn to face him. "Fine, but only a kiss," she warned.

Draco obliged happily, his lips touching hers gently and he realised that he was content to simply kiss her. And for a long moment, he did, enjoying the feel of her soft mouth on his and hearing her sweet little sighs of contentment. This was truly dangerous ground. Never had he been in such a precarious position with a woman, at least with a woman which he had no intentions for beyond sexual ones. "See, only a kiss," he muttered once he pulled away.

"Well, you'd better not follow me onto the boat, otherwise you will turn it into something more," she said as she stood up.

"Why, what are you doing?" he asked, resisting the urge to stand and follow her and appear casual. He had to put a stop to this behaviour. She was only a bedmate, that was all.

Ginny smiled. "Making lunch," she replied and she walked off.

Draco looked after her as she retreated back on to the boat, her hair and kimono blowing in the sea breeze. Her smile could mean any number of things; she could be mocking him or telling him she wanted him to follow. "Fuck it," he mumbled as he stood and followed her. He climbed the ladder and quickly spotted her rifling through the amply stocked larder. His footsteps made her turn around, and she gave him an exasperated look.

"I thought I said to wait on the beach?" she said, standing and folding her arms.

"You knew I'd follow," he said, sitting at the table and showing her that he wasn't going to leave. "Don't pretend you didn't."

"Well, don't try anything," she warned before turning back to the larder and pulling out various items. Once again, she waved her wand as though conducting a symphony, but she made it look so effortless and without thought that it was hard not to admire her wand skills. Draco had never seen anyone do domestic tasks before, it had always been done by the house elves at the Manor and by his house elf at his flat in London. It was so mundane a task, but she made it mesmerising; her fluid hand movements, the smallest smile on her lips that showed she enjoyed doing it, the way the objects bent to the will of her magic and all but danced for her.

The result of her symphony was a pleasant picnic-style lunch, complete with sandwiches, little meat pies, pumpkin pasties, caeser salad and little fruit tartlets. Draco gave an approving nod as he stood beside her. "Satisfactory," he said.

"Satisfactory?" she said, bristling at his choice of words. "That is more than satisfactory, thank you very much!"

Draco chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "You are so easy..." he muttered into her ear.

"And you're the king of wind ups," she replied.

"At least I'm the king of something," he laughed. It felt good to hold her, her head resting on his chest and the sweet smell of her hair. He wondered what it felt like for her, he wondered if she detached herself from it since they both knew it must come to an end. He wondered when had he attempted to detach himself from it at all, it felt like he hadn't ever tried to stop it from going this far.

Ginny looked up at him as he released his hold on her and it was for some moments that they held each other's gaze. A flurry of emotions passed over her face, each one just as unreadable as the last, until she turned away and made a show of getting the food together. Draco knew it meant something, something that she couldn't bring herself to voice out loud for fear of the unknown, fear of the consequences. He didn't want to think about the consequences, he only wanted to enjoy the time they had together before they went back to reality.

"How long is your stay on the island?" he asked, stopping her movement.

"I have ten days left," she replied, looking back up at him again. "Why?"

Ten days seemed like a long enough time, but it would come around quick. "And you can't stay longer?"

"I have pre-season training," she explained. "The way my form has been, I can't afford to miss it." She retrieved the picnic blanket from the beach using her wand and wrapped the food up in that carefully.

"Of course not, that would be absurd," he said. Truthfully, he thought it would be absurd for her to go back, but he knew this was irrational. "Here, I'll take it." Draco picked the wrapped up picnic blanket from her arms and carried it out to the beach again.

"I didn't expect you to be so... nice," Ginny said as they ate. "I always thought you were just a nasty git."

Draco laughed. "To Gryffindors I was," he admitted. "But no one can be nasty all the time. Unless you're an evil overlord. Believe what you want, but I was pleasant to my friends. I still am."

"That is hard to believe," she said, a thoughtful look on her face. "It would be easier if you were still a nasty git."

"If I were a nasty git, would you be sitting here with me now?" he asked.

Ginny shook her head. "That's what I mean," she explained. "I wouldn't feel so torn right now, I wouldn't have been here with you at all."

Draco was unsure what to make of her words, unsure of what she was trying to say. He had a feeling things were going to get even more difficult and complicated. "Why are you torn? We are just two people having lunch on a beach somewhere in the Mediterranean. There is nothing to be torn about."

Ginny stared at him, her pretty face twisting in confusion. "Draco, you and I have slept together, I've lost count how many times -."

"You were counting?"

Ginny threw him a warning look. "The point is that we obviously struggle to control ourselves around each other," she continued. "And... you and I both know there is an attraction between us. What do we do if we can't stop?"

Draco knew she was serious, knew she had been experiencing the same worries as he ever since they got themselves into this beautiful mess. If she was having the same thoughts as he, then he felt there could be no further pretence. "Then we don't stop," he replied, his tone firm and his gaze never leaving hers to show her he was being serious.

Ginny scoffed in disbelief, her mouth falling open at such a suggestion. "We don't stop?" she asked, almost in a hurried whisper as though she couldn't believe what he had said. "And how will that work at home?"

Draco shook his head. "Who cares?"

"I care," she insisted. "We have spoken about what we both want from a relationship – marriage and children. Are you seriously reconsidering putting that to one side just to carry on with me?"

Draco knew he had been edging towards this for some time, had been attempting to hide those thoughts away and had kept them on the fringes of his mind, never allowing them full realisation until now. "Not at all," he said, swallowing his fear to speak so openly to her. "I have no intention of abandoning that ambition for you. You would share in that ambition."

Ginny was silent for some moments, the contents of her sandwich fell to the blanket as her grip on it slackened and her eyes widened as she stared back at him. "You would consider having me as your wife?" she said quietly. "To... to be the mother of your children?" She laughed nervously as she looked away from him, shaking her head in complete disbelief. "You would really take me home to your parents? Merlin... you've lost your mind, Draco!"

"I haven't lost my mind," he said, reaching over to her to get her to look at him. He was surprised to see fear in swimming in the amber of her eyes. "You said it yourself, we have an attraction to each other that we can't deny, we can't fight," he said firmly. "It can't be ignored."

"It's only lust," she replied, the fear in her eyes deepening.

"If you really believed this was only lust, then you wouldn't be so torn," he said. "You wouldn't look at me the way you did earlier. You wouldn't question what happens beyond the island."

Ginny sighed. "I don't want this to be complicated," she said in a strained voice.

"It doesn't have to be," he said. "I'm tired of feeling dictated to by other people's wants and needs. Without caring what others will think, let's just see what happens. We'll continue as we are. It doesn't need to be complicated."

"I am sick of my family trying to force it to work with Harry, that's why I came here really," she admitted, a guilty look on her face. "To get away from there constant nattering about Harry. I am sick of placating them and their wishes too. But, you can't possibly believe that we could leave this island and carry on as we are back home?"

Draco shook his head. "No, I don't believe we could carry on as we are," he replied. "You have a career, my father wants me to start getting involved with the family estates. We wouldn't be spending as much time together, that's all that would change."

"What about everyone? Your family and friends would not take kindly to me," she said in exasperation. "My family and friends would definitely not take kindly to you. It is important that at least some of those people accept you."

"You just said you're sick of pandering to your family," Draco replied, sighing and unsure of how else to calm her fears.

"They'll just think I'm with you for shock value," she said, sighing herself.

"Merlin! Why do you care?!" he said loudly, gesturing and causing her to look at him in shock. "Why do you care what anyone else thinks?! You have you're own damn life, so do what you want with it! I will, I'm finished with trying to please my parents..." Draco laid back onto the blanket one he finished his rant, and stared up at the canopy of leaves above them. This was the first time he had gotten irate with her and he wondered how she would react. Draco expected her to go on the defensive, considering she could be so short-tempered.

Then he saw her lean over him, felt her lips touch his own and the irritation melted away with so much ease that he wondered if it had ever been there at all. Draco reached up and held her, grasping her body to his as he felt the very real fear of her deciding to leave. It was pure infatuation that made him behave like this, and yet he had never felt it like this before, never felt so weakened by a woman, so out of control. Draco ignored those thoughts, remembering he had just admitted to her that she could be the future mistress of Malfoy Manor if they carried on. It was such folly to think so, folly to believe that this could last beyond the island and yet he could not imagine her being gone from him forever.

"Take me to the boat, Draco," she whispered in his ear.

Those six words sent a thrill through him and he knew he would comply. Of course he would. Draco lifted her up into his arms, his hands cupping her bottom so he could kiss her as he walked, and only released her once he had her in the confines of the bedroom below deck. What followed was nothing like he had experienced with her before, where it had been rough and greedy with passion. This was different – he took more time with her body, scared of losing it and her, reacted with her movements so it became a sensuous dance without any limits on their time. There was no goal except to be with her and that was completely new to him; the goal had always been to achieve release, but not now, not with her.

He took her in, kissed her, smelled her and tasted her like he would with a fine wine but he enjoyed her like she was Firewhiskey. And she was, he had known from the moment he saw the deep amber of her eyes that she was living Firewhiskey. Intoxicating, burning hot in his mouth and making him feel heady.

Ginny could barely communicate and so gave up on trying to speak, all she could do was moan her pleasure and guide him where she wanted. When she came, it was with a tremble and a cry, and then she was exhausted. Her breath was heavy and her body was slick with sweat. The simple thought that he had caused that made him finish, and it took all his willpower to stop himself from trembling with the force of it that he felt exhausted by the end.

They lay beside each other, no words passing between them until he was certain that she had drifted off to sleep as her breath evened out. Draco quickly followed and they didn't awaken until the sun began to set on the island.

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