Disclaimer: Let Me Go has offically become a ranting release. I will not update it as often. I will be starting a new story, whose name shall remain anonymous until I start writing. It will be third installment of Possessions and Obsessions.

Tori gazed out the window, smiling at the small bodies in the yard. She jumped slightly as strong arms wrapped around her, hot lips running up and down her neck. She leaned back, closing her eyes in pleasure.

"Draco..." she moaned. He let out a gurtal sound from his throat, pulling her closer, his cool hands running over her stomach. Tori couldn't stand it. She turned around, her eyes lowered as his hands ran up and down her back sensually. Draco smiled at her submission, kissing her forehead.

"Look at me..." he whispered, nudging her head up with his finger. She bit her lip as she gazed into the stormy grey eyes, feeling her face heat up under his fierce gaze. Tori then looked down, fiddling with his shirt.

"We're not going?" she asked quietly. Draco snorted, leaning in and kissing her neck.

"No."

"Why not?" she managed, her eyes fluttering shut under Draco's lustful attack on her throat. He pressed her up against the wall, his hands roaming over her body greedily.

"Because. I'm not about to be seen with those blood traitors," he mumbled into her soft skin, his hand running through her long black hair. Tori couldn't help but smile.

"You're a blood traitor..." she moaned, his teeth sinking into her skin. He moved his lips to her ear, shoving her up against the wall hard, causing her to gasp. Her hands took hold of his arms, loving the feel of his rippling muscles in her grip.

"My opinion of you hasn't changed much," he growled, tugging on her ear slightly. She turned her head to him, their eyes clashing fiercely, green and grey competing for dominance.

"What was that?" she asked breathlessly. Draco ran his finger down her face, neck and finally stopping between her breast. Her breathed hitched when she saw the look in his eyes. The need. And one look she had never seen before.

"You're still lower than dirt," he murmured, his lips burning her skin with the onslaught, moving the hand on her hip beneath her robes, his cold fingers coming into contact with Tori's burning skin. Her eyes fluttered close, their bodies pushing together, trying to get every bit of contact possible. The passion that was always there, whether Draco wanted it or not, exploded around them, transferred into something that both felt very wrong and simultaneously very right. His lips on her neck were driving her insane, the sensuality overwhelming her senses. Tori used a hand to push him away from her neck, replacing it with her mouth. The kiss that ensued was not sweet, or gentle, it was not the same as the one they'd shared after Tori's attack - that had been desperate. It was demanding and fiery. Their tongues sparred in the same way their minds did, each fighting for space and possession. Tori wasn't afraid anymore and neither was Draco. Both of them were free. Free to love. Tori knew that Draco would never admit it out loud. He hadn't been raised that way. All emotions were either masked by the Malfoy superiority or came out through actions. The only way Draco knew how to express his feeling for her was physical and was something she would have to accept.

She pushed beneath his black shirt, running her hands up his chest. He growled and pulled her impossibly close, plunging his tongue into the depths of her mouth, trying to assert dominance. Tori was having none of it, in return she ground her pelvis against his, rolling her hips tantalisingly.

Who would have thought the little muggle had it in her, Draco thought to himself. His body reacted to her seamlessly, her curves more pronounced as he ran his hand along them. Finally they broke away panting. He still held her firmly against the wall though. She traced his swollen mouth with her finger thoughtfully. He watched her, taking in the tousled hair, the darkened eyes, and the now very pink lips, thinking that he'd never seen anyone look more beautiful or deadly in his life. Deadly to his heart. He leaned agaisnt her forehead, taking in this moment, knowing it wouldn't last for long. Draco was still a busy man. As if on que, something tapped on the window. Groaning, Draco pulled away from her, opening the window for the large black owl. Taking the letter, he scanned over it quickly and sighed.

"I've got to go..." he whisped, grabbing his cloak. Before he reached the door, Tori's voice stopped him.

"Will you be gone long?" she asked. Draco opened the door.

"It's not your place to know," he stated cooly, immediately reverting back to the Draco Malfoy everyone else knew. He then disappeared. Tori smiled, looking down at her stomach and rubbing it.

"That's your father..."

The End.

A/N: I decided to end it there. I hope everyone enjoyed this story. Like I said before, Let Me Go is officially a ranting session. I will be starting a real novel though so don't be discouraged. Look out for it soon.

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Coconut Girl: Purposefully, I put you last. Did I read that right? Did you just call me soft?! If I remember correctly, you're the one who called me the EVIL GENIUS! Soft! (snorts) Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take me and my bruised ego and go write something that will show you how much of a softy I really am! Humpf! I show you! Call me soft will you. And then you have the nerve to give me an evil laugh! and EVIL freaking LAUGH! You're about to be in for the story of you life! I writing this next one just for you! Soft... I've never heard something so rediculus in my life. ( You can see that I'm really mad because my spelling is ghastly.) BTW, read you other story... the one with Roberto. Nice job. Revenge isn't my venue, but I must say Mini Me...I am really liking that story. I haven't done a review because everytime I try, something always stops me. Loud noises... interesting songs... tvs... sexy men... you know... the usual. Anyway. Just thought I'd let you know what I thought about that particularly insulting review. ;-)