Prologue:
He's soft hair slipped through my fingers as he lowered his head to my neck. Growling low in his throat he licked his way from my shoulder blade to my jaw.
"Granger." he murmured vibrating against my neck making my voice sound like a moan as I whispered.
"Malfoy!" I shouted in desperation as he gave me a love bite on my neck biting and sucking.
"Call me Draco, I want to hear you scream my name as you come…" I shivered more at his deliberately crude words. Damn him! He tugged on the hem of my shirt pulling it over my head. He was whispering sweet things in my ear. Yes Draco Malfoy was whispering sweet things.
The war had changed us all, all the Slytherin's free from the pressure of Voldemort they'd all grown up with. Making them kinder, free of this prejudice, they had realised that muggleborns and half bloods were just the same their blood not muddy at all. But they hadn't changed overnight, oh no, it had taken awhile to get this far.
And that's how we ended up here, in our own private head boy and girl common rooms- don't get me wrong we still hated each other throughout the year. It wasn't until tonight that we had more than two minutes of civil conversation. Tonight had been the newly formed annual Hogwarts Christmas ball, Mcgonagall had thought that we could all get together and celebrate and form new, happy, memories. Neither of us had dates, Ron didn't come back to Hogwarts and neither did any of the person, who was now lightly biting my earlobes, friends.
He were both alone and se
And that's how this all started...