It was the second week, after the potion incident and Draco was half way through organising Snape's stock room. He had to re label everything since the majority of vials that were labelled, were peeling off. He told Pans what happened, and how he was grounded for another week. He enjoyed her sympathy.

The paper he was assigned to write, wasn't that hard. He finished it in one night, and edited it the next. By the third night he handed it back in. The days were going by slowly, but Draco figured at least he was being productive. Everything was going fine until Thursday.

Wednesday night, there was another meeting. None of the Slytherins tried to sneak out again, they figured they should let everything settle down for another week. Perhaps the following week Draco would have some friends over, he figured he might as well since he was already grounded.

The next morning he woke up and looked at his clock. It was 10am- he had slept in. Flailing out of bed, he ran downstairs to grab some food then fly over to Snape's. Perhaps Snape would understand.

His mother was sitting in the kitchen reading the daily prophet. Draco yelled through a mouthful of toast, "Whydidn'tyouwakemeup? I'mlate!"

Narcissa had to register what the boy said before she could reply,"Didn't I tell you dear, Snape does not need you today."

"What do you mean he doesn't need me? I'm not done my job."

"He feels you needed a day off, you've been working really hard"

Draco knew that wasn't the real answer, Snape could always find something for him to do, "Mother what are you keeping from me?"

"Nothing dear."

"You're lying."

"Why would you say something like that? I'm your mother."

Oh she was good.

"Because I know you aren't telling the whoollee truth."

But Draco was good too.

"Alright, Snape is in no condition to entertain anyone at the moment. You will start again Monday. Why don't you go visit Pansy, from what I've heard, she really misses you."

Draco knew he wouldn't get any more out of his mother, so he decided to go to his room and send a letter to Pansy to see if she wanted to hang out today and to write back when she wakes up. She wrote back a couple of hours later that her parents said it was fine if he came over after dinner for a few hours because technically she was still grounded for another two days.

Draco raced over after dinner on his broom weaving between trees. Pansy waited for him at the end of the trail, on the edge of the forest. When he saw her long black hair shinning in the sun, and her robes blowing in the wind, he swung to the left and came to a halt, nearly flying passed her.

Pansy forgot how good of a flier Draco was. It gave her butterflies thinking of the way he was so precise and concentrated while flying. Especially since he was flying to see her. You could tell he has been practising for the Slytherin team this year.

Draco ran over to Pansy, and dropped his broom on the ground. He hadn't realised how much he missed her until he saw her, so he wrapped his arms around her, placing one hand on her lower back and the other behind her neck and kissed her.

Pansy was slightly caught off guard. She thought her knees would give out, while kissing him back. Draco must of realised her moment of weakness because he wrapped his lower arm tighter around her waist. He had grown over the school year, he was much taller and his shoulders were slightly broader. She felt so small in his arms, but even more protected.

Once they took a break, Pansy cheeks were completely flushed and they were both slightly panting for air. Pansy looked over at her house, to find her mother looking out the window. Her mother talked to her about sex last week, after she was caught having a party and the importance of being protected. She still supported her decision of Draco but it was still awkward so Pansy grabbed Draco's hand and led him to an opening in the woods, she found the other day. She had nothing better to do while being grounded. Draco looked slightly confused, but didn't ask any questions.

When they arrived, there was a blanket lying under a tree, next to a small stream. Draco knew Pansy planned this. There was even a picnic basket with a few snacks and drinks in case they got hungry.

Draco scooped Pansy up in his arms, as if he was carrying her to their honeymoon suite, and laid her on the blanket. She began to giggle at the gesture. He then cupped her cheek with his one hand, and kissed her lightly on her lips. Pansy wondered where he learned to be so romantic, but she wasn't too concerned. Perhaps it just ran in the Malfoy blood.

He began to kiss her harder on the lips, and down her neck while undoing the buttons to her cloak. Underneath she was wearing a pleated black skirt that reached her knees and a green tank top. It was a simple, flattering outfit. Draco realised that over the school year Pansy was beginning to develop. She had curves around her waist, which he was now grasping with his hand, and lovely breasts that you could see peeking underneath her shirt. Her shape was delicate and beautiful against his muscular structure.

Pansy's hand slowly slid under Draco's shirt. She could feel a hint of muscles on his stomach; she continued to slide her hand around to Draco's back and down his side. She felt him brace himself against the soft touch. She smiled.

He moved his hand up her side and over her shirt. He rested his hand slightly on her breast. She lightly gasped, slightly from fright but mainly from intrigue and pleasure. He continued to kiss her as he explored her chest. They were much more fuller then he expected.

Draco removed his hand from behind Pansy's back and slowly traced his fingers up her pale and soft cheekbones. His fingers traced her pudgy nose and along her thin pink lips. He tried to memorise every detail on her face. Her eyes reminded him of dark chocolate and her hair was soft shimmery black satin.

Her nose sort of turned up, giving her an innocent childish look, which worked so well for her when trying to get out of trouble. Her lips were thin and light pink, slightly revealing white straight teeth.

"You know if you want me to stop, you can just tell me."

"I know."

Draco didn't want Pansy to think he was pressuring her. He continued to trace the features of her face. Pansy closed her eyes and looked away while covering part of her face with her hands. She felt embarrassed by her reaction and her cheeks began to blush.

Draco smiled at the innocent gesture and kissed her forehead while continuing to explore. He continued to trace her collarbone and along her shirt line. He noticed the slight cleavage appearing.

His fingers continued to glide over her shoulder and down one arm then the other. Pansy's eyes were still closed. He wasn't sure if she was asleep but he knew as soon as he found her ribs she wouldn't be. His fingers glided along the inner parts of her arms then began to tickle her ribs.

Her eyes flew open and she started to scream. Between half laughing half squealing she was trying to tell Draco to stop but Draco ignored her pretending he didn't understand what she was saying.

She tried crawling backwards until he sat on top of her stomach with his legs on either side. Once her eyes began to water, he finally stopped. They were both out of breath and Draco's arms were hurting.

Draco looked at his watch and realised he was five minutes late so he rolled off of Pansy and started fixing her clothes and hair. After he knew she was taken care of, he began to straighten up himself. Pansy must of also realised the time because she stood up right away and started folding the blanket before Draco could even get off. He held her one last time before he had to leave, and gave her a long and tender kiss.

Later that night, while lying in bed, Pansy began to wonder how Draco knew how to be so romantic. She got butterflies thinking about how he took the lead and how in control he was, yet so gentle. Draco was thinking about how he pulled off what he did. He was impressed with the way Pansy reacted to his touch and was thankful he read up on the topic before. That book his friends gave him as a joke last Christmas really did come in handy.

While he began to slowly fall asleep, he was thinking about hanging with Pans on the weekend. He then remembered how he was still grounded and wondered what really did happen to his godfather.