Hey guysss. Now didn't I tell you it wouldn't be long before I updated again? D Yay! Okay, well I know I mentioned this at the end of 11, but I'm going to do it again in case some of you nuts didn't read the author's note. SEX SCENE IN THIS CHAPTERRRR! It's not going to be extremely graphic just because I personally find that somewhat awkward. But it's still going to be there. So please, no complaints, because you've been warned. DOES HERMIONE FIND OUT IN THIS CHAPTER? DUN DUN DUNNNN. Read and find out ; Okayyy, enjoy! Woo, reviews!
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Draco and Hermione walked happily towards her house. Though Hermione was pleased to know that Draco loved her back, she couldn't help but feel a bit nervous at the same time. She had talked to her friends about their first times and not one had ever failed to mention the pain. But Hermione knew. She just knew that looking into Draco's grey stormy eyes would ease the pain. She never failed to lose herself in his deep orbs, and she knew that staring into those and hearing him say he loved her would be enough to pull her through. If she was going to do this with anyone, she wanted it to be him. She couldn't see herself doing this with Harry. Nor could she with Ron. There seemed to be a limit with them. When she gazed into their eyes, she could only see so much. They were deep and kind like Draco's, mind, but Draco's were a different sort of deep. A different sort of kind. Draco's were almost like an adventure. They were a brand new world she longed to explore. Anytime she looked into his eyes in their past years, they were overflowing with malice and hate. They were so hard, just daring her to try and read them. Now they were so soft and welcoming, and all she saw was love; unconditional love that was never there before. And it was that love that made all their foul memories of the past disappear. They were nothing to her now. All that mattered was the here and now. All that mattered was that he loved her now. Who cares about the past? It's the past. They're in the present. You've got to put your past behind you! Hermione smiled at her mental reference to one of her favorite old muggle movies, "The Lion King". It was very true. She had put her past behind her. And now, the enemy of her past was her future.
They walked up to the door of her house, exchanged one last kiss and entering the house. Hermione's dad was sitting on the couch holding a remote and nonchalantly switching the channel. He was wearing a black suit, his tie loosened, and his coat wrinkled. Hermione mother, on the other hand, was scrambling around the house in a red cocktail dress, searching desperately for her shoes and shouting at her lazy husband to get himself cleaned up.
"Yes, dear," he would lazily reply, not making a move. Hermione chuckled at her father and scurried off to assist her mother in any way she could. Draco, taking a deep breath, walked towards Joel Granger after being ordered to get him moving.
"You look nice," he said with a smirk. Mr. Granger looked over at him smiling.
"Thanks, took hours to get this look right." Draco laughed and then suddenly remembered something. His darling father had put many different charms on him to block the ministry from knowing whether or not he had used magic outside of school. He seemed deep in thought, and finally spoke.
"If I were to do something, could you promise not to tell Hermione?" Mr. Granger raised his eyebrow, first making Draco think he disapproved of the secrecy, but then Draco realized that his eyebrow was raised in interest.
"Will this something keep me from having to get up? Because if it does, then I'll be more than willing to keep it a secret." Draco smirked.
"Deal." He then pulled out his wand and waved it over Mr. Granger in a fashion similar to that of a security guard with a metal detector wand. Immediately after his wand had passed over Mr. Granger, his clothing smoothed, his hair slicked back, his tie tightened, and his shoes shone. Mr. Granger looked at himself, both shocked and impressed, and then looked back up at Draco.
"Very nice." Then Hermione and Mrs. Granger came down the stairs, Hermione looking rather frazzled causing Draco to assume she had to search under beds and deep in closets for the black high heeled shoes her mother now wore. Mrs. Granger walked into the room to find her husband, although in the same position, in a much neater state. She looked suspiciously at Draco, but then shrugged.
"Okay, I'm ready, and it seems you are too, although I don't know how you managed to fix yourself up so nicely in such a short time. Hermione give me a kiss," – She kissed her cheek – "Draco, take care of her, we'll be back when you wake up. Come on, Joel. We're running a bit late." She then walked out the door, not waiting for her husband. Draco laughed; he could see where Hermione got her attitude. Hermione seemed to have sensed this thought because she looked at him and smiled knowingly. She then approached her father and grabbed his arm.
"Up you go, father. You know how mom gets when she has to wait." Mr. Granger raised his eyebrows and stood up brushing himself off.
"Yes, I suppose you're right. Be good you two." Hermione laughed quietly at the irony of what he had said.
"We will, daddy; you too." Her father chuckled.
"I'm getting old, don't forget. I don't have to strength to not be good. So trust me, you have nothing to worry about." Draco scrunched his nose at the image and Hermione laughed again.
"Shoo! Shoo! Don't make her wait." She then ushered her father out the door with a very rushed, "I love you. And tell mom I love her too. Goodnight." And shut the door right behind him. She took a deep breath, walked over to the couch and plopped onto the cushions. Draco sat next to her and put his arm around her.
"Anxious for them to leave?" He said, waggling his eyebrows and smirking at her. Draco always joked around like this and was waiting for Hermione to smack him in the arm. Hermione, however, decided to use this as her opportunity to use her 'feminine wiles,' as Marie had called them, and take control of the situation. She smiled at him and lifted her leg, resting it gently between his.
"Maybe? Why do you ask?" Draco's eyes widened slightly but he quickly recovered and started to enjoy. He decided to take a risk and laid his hand on her thigh.
"Oh, just wondering. You seemed awfully excited to have the house to ourselves." Hermione smirked.
"Who says I'm not?" She then leaned in very slowly and gave Draco a painfully slow kiss, and after a minute pulled away, nibbling his lip. Draco moaned softly.
"Well, that was nice." Hermione smiled and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was much hungrier than before.
Their lips met, again and again, their tongues weaving an epic story of passion and a thirst for control. Draco reached up, running a hand through her soft curls, and thought of how he might soon be touching the ones in between her legs. He smirked inwardly and kissed her more deeply, tugging her closer to him.
A realization then struck him. He was growing quite excited about what this could mean, oh yes… but this was Hermione. Did she really want this? Did she really know what she was getting into?
Regretfully, Draco raised his hands to her shoulders and gently pushed her away. "Hermione," he breathed softly, raising a thumb to wipe a stray eyelash from her smooth cheek.
"Draco," she whispered back, leaning into another kiss. He resisted, however, and put a finger to her lips.
"I have to ask you what you are intending to happen, tonight," Draco intoned quietly, privately wondering when such nobility had been inspired in him. Previously, he had never cared for a girl's preference; he had taken things as far as he'd wanted them to go, provided his partner did not protest. And they never did.
Hermione blushed, and looked away. She might be ready to take this step, but she was still a bit shy about talking to him about it. Not wanting to seem immature or scared, she boldly raised her gaze to his, and said clearly, "I'm ready, Draco."
For a moment, Draco could not speak. He searched her face for insecurities, for doubtfulness, but found none. Sitting before him was a confident, accomplished witch; one who had successfully conquered his heart. He nodded. "Are you sure?"
Hermione took a deep breath, and nodded. "We may not stay together forever, Draco. But if I'm going to share this with someone, it's going to be you. You've respected my decisions all along; you've never pushed me or tried to con me into anything. This is not only an expression of my love, but also an expression of my gratitude, for being so considerate and willing to acquiesce to my requests. No one has ever made me feel quite like this before."
"I- I love you, Hermione," Draco said, pulling her forehead to his.
"And I you, Draco Malfoy," she said, smiling him and kissing him playfully on his top lip.
"You realize I have to hurt you?" Draco asked, looking at her unsurely, waiting for any sign of apprehension.
Hermione nodded resignedly. "I know. I trust you, Draco."
Draco nodded. "Perhaps we should… er… move somewhere more comfortable. I don't want your first time to be on an old tweed couch. Besides, I don't know if I know a good spell to get the blood out."
Draco had meant the last part to be a quip, but instantly realized how stupid it had been when Hermione's bottom lip quivered and she quickly bit it, looking sickeningly nervous.
"I'm sorry," Draco said sincerely, enfolding her in his arms and inwardly cursing his own idiocy. She nodded and rested her head against his chest.
"Promise you'll be gentle."
"I promise."
"Promise you'll love me forever."
"I promise."
"Promise you'll let me have all of you; mind, body, and soul."
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Hermione smiled and looked up at him, her eyes shining with bright, restricted tears. Draco shook his head ever so slightly and kissed her eyes closed. "Now isn't a time for tears," he said, moving his lips to her eyebrows, her forehead, her nose, her chin, until he had covered every part of her face in his soft caresses of his lips.
"No, you're right," Hermione said, shaking her head and tenderly pushing him away. "You go on upstairs- to my bedroom. I'll be there in a moment."
Draco eyed her suspiciously for a moment. Apparently deciding she wasn't up to anything, Draco gave her a smile, turned, and retreated up the stairs. Hermione watched until he was out of sight, and then grabbed the bags she'd brought home. Sifting through one of the larger bags, Hermione found what she was looking for. She pulled out the small, brown paper bag Marie had given her, and took out a condom. With a second thought, she pulled out several. There was a good possibility it would take a few tries to get it on properly.
Oh gods. Get it on… get it… Hermione started laughing at her own mental pun, and then lifted a hand to her forehead. "I must be losing it," she muttered to herself, only to hear Draco shout from upstairs.
"You are losing it if you're sitting down there having conversations with yourself instead of coming up here to join me!" he called out playfully, from what sounded like the bathroom. Hermione rolled her eyes and rose to her feet. The boy was probably fixing his hair. Like that wouldn't be messed up again in no time.
"I'll be there in a second!" Hermione shouted to him, rushing into the downstairs washroom with one of the larger bags.
Locking the door, Hermione quickly pulled out her Slytherin apparel. Stripping down, she first slipped on the black thong, squirming uncomfortably as she adjusted it. Glad to be finished with that part, she unhooked her plain, white, cotton bra and strapped on the silver lacy one she'd picked up, tying the strings at the front together tightly to give her cleavage an extra boost. Satisfied that Draco would be pleased when he lifted her forest green slip over her head, she slid the loose, silky gown onto her body, and inspected her image in the mirror. The fabric clung to her slender waist and loosely cupped her full breasts, rising just high enough on her chest to cover her them. The gown ended at mid thigh; she turned around and saw the bottom portion of her arse exposed as she took a step forward, and smirked. This night might not be very pleasurable for her, considering the pain involved, but she had guaranteed that Draco would come back, begging for more.
Opening the door slowly, she peered around her sitting room. No one was in there, but she thought to herself that Draco could be hiding around a corner somewhere. "Draco!" she called, keeping the door closed to hide her appearance.
"Hurry!" he cried, almost desperately, from the upstairs bedroom. "Before I start stroking myself!"
"Draco!" Hermione shouted reprovingly, sounding appalled despite the smirk she had on her face. She shook her head, gathered her bags, and headed up the stairs.
She deposited all but the condoms in the bathroom, thinking it wouldn't be very sexy to show up in the doorway holding a handful of shopping bags. The condoms she slipped into her bra. She took a deep breath and slowly stepped towards her bedroom, almost scared of his reaction. What if he didn't think she was beautiful without her clothes on? What if he made fun of the ripples on the back of her thighs, or the great curve of her hips? She gasped audibly. What if he pinched her baby fat? A hand flew up to cover her mouth, as she stood there, wide eyed and frozen, in the hallway.
"Hermione?" Draco said questioningly, from inside the next room. "Are you there?"
"Draco," Hermione asked from outside, closing her eyes. "You think I'm… moderately attractive, don't you?"
From the bed, Draco rolled his eyes. Of course, he thought she was beautiful! He probably wouldn't still be with her, otherwise. Her intelligence and personality were lovely, yes, but it had been her plainly pretty features and newly grown body which had first peaked his interest. "I think you're beautiful, Hermione," he said softly. He briefly considered confessing that the mere thought of her, gloriously naked before him, had him as hard as a plank of wood, but reflected that saying as much might ruin the mood.
"You know, I'm not the stick I once was," Hermione said, leaning against the wall. She was still standing outside.
"Well, I haven't much interest in making love to a broomstick, so I might say that is a very good thing," Draco quipped, eliciting a small giggle from Hermione. "Come to me, Hermione," he said in a low voice, rising from the bed and standing expectantly.
He meant it. She could tell he meant it. He loved her, and nothing was going to change that; not even the extra padding on her bum or the softness of her middle.
Hermione came to the doorway, and placed both hands on the doorframe. Draco's jaw just about dropped to the floor; she really was beautiful. And she'd even worn his favorite colors!
"What do you think?" she asked, cocking her head to the side and raising her eyebrows.
"I think you look like a goddess," Draco said, stepping forward and taking her into her arms. "An awful, wonderful, breathtakingly beautiful and completely stunning goddess."
Hermione smiled and kissed him tenderly. "So I take it you like what you see, then," she said, smirking and kissing him again.
"Very much."
Draco surprised her then; in one swift movement, he hooked one arm behind the back of her knees, making her collapse, and caught her other half with his other arm. Lifting her with a surprising amount of strength, he moved to carry her to the large bed. Hermione gave a squeal of delight and wrapped her arms around his neck, engaging him in another kiss.
For once, Hermione was very, very glad that she was an only child. She'd got the largest room in the house, aside from her parents' bedroom, and hadn't had to share with anyone else. Considering the size of her room, she'd also been given a queen sized bed, which was apparently a very good thing, as she and Draco took up most of it. At least, the way he was moving around, they did.
Draco wasted no time getting down to business. He immediately tucked her body beneath his own and began applying slow, sweet kisses to her mouth and face. They carried on like this for awhile, until he sensed her relaxation. She gave a sigh as he began to slowly kiss down her neck, applying extra pressure and an occasional bite to the most sensitive areas of her smooth skin.
"Enjoying yourself?" he murmured into her skin.
"Very much," Hermione sighed, relishing the feeling of his lips against her skin.
"Sit up," Draco commanded her with a small smile, taking her into his arms as she complied. He reached behind her and ran his hands down her spine, along her waist, and down to her bottom. Scooping her up from underneath, he positioned her on his lap, making her straddle him there. With delicacy and precision, he fingered the smooth, green material separating their bodies. Looking into her eyes to receive her approving glance, he continued down to her thighs, where he began to slowly push back the fabric of the slip. Up, up, and over her head he slid it; he held it between his fingers for a few moments, kissed her, smirked, and dropped it to the floor beside the bed.
That familiar feeling of panic crept over Hermione as she waited for his reaction. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, taking in her curves appreciatively. She placed her hands over her stomach; she was sitting, which didn't seem to make a very attractive picture, if you asked her, but he shook his head and removed them. He didn't touch her yet; he understood her sensitivity. The girls he'd been with before had been horribly anorexic, pale things who seemed likely to break if he really had his way with them. Her? Her, he could enjoy.
"You have the most beautiful body I've ever seen," Draco whispered into her ear, moving her onto her back. "Don't ever let me hear you say otherwise. You are perfect to me."
"I'm not-" Hermione started to protest, but Draco placed a hand on her thigh and shook his head.
"To refute me would be an insult to my intelligence; are you saying I can't recognize a beautiful girl when I see one? I'm arrogant, Hermione, not blind."
Hermione smiled and kissed him again, holding his head in her hands for an extra moment. "I do love you."
"And I'm about to show you how much I love you."
Draco reached back to unclasp Hermione's bra, but a hand on his chest forestalled him.
"Wait," Hermione said, reaching under the wire and pulling out the condoms she'd stored in there. "I thought-"
Draco smiled and clasped his hand around hers, the one that was holding the little packages. "I've seen these, before," he said, smiling.
"You have?"
"Muggle girls who like to have a good time carry them, and will sometimes flash them when they're coming on to you- I'm familiar with their use. However, being a wizard, there is no purpose. We have much better methods of contraception."
"Oh, Draco," Hermione groaned. "Tell me you haven't…" she let the widening of her eyes and glance at the condoms say the rest for her.
"Hermione, I haven't so much as looked at a woman since I have been with you, and it was you who got me to overcome my hatred of all things muggle- you honestly think I would go sleep around with them?"
"I suppose not."
Draco smiled and shook his head, dropping the condoms to the floor next to the slip, and soon allowing Hermione's bra to join them in the same fashion.
Draco could not help but stare down at her full breasts longingly. He hoped he wasn't visibly salivating… they were beautiful. Hermione looked at him through her lashes, looking both shy and seductive at the same time. Draco brought one hand to rest on her right breast, and began applying his tongue to the other. Unintentionally, she raised her chest to meet his rough tongue and soft lips. This- this was heaven.
Draco saved the tiny black thong for last. After bringing her to the pitch of arousal through his ministrations to her breasts, he sat back to inspect his work. She was slightly breathless; her cheeks were flushed and she looked both excited and calm about what was soon to come. Fixing his steely eyes to her amber brown ones, he slowly began to move the black material down her legs, lifting one calf and sliding it off the end.
Half an hour ago, Hermione would have been whimpering and trying to cover herself from his intrusive gaze. He inspected every inch of her body, but the longing in his eyes was such that she was not afraid of what he thought. She knew he desired her.
He knew she desired him. She watched his every move with a sort of anticipation that brought a wave of heat to his lower regions and butterflies to his gut. She wanted him; dipping a hand between her legs, he could feel that she was ready for him. However, he was not done yet.
Moving down to nestle his blonde head in between her legs, he felt her jump slightly. He reached up and placed two warm hands on her hip bones, fastening her midsection and buttocks to the mattress as he used his nose and mouth to spread her nether lips. His tongue slid over her intimate flesh, dark red and eager for his touch.
She jerked as he reached her clit, giving it a hard lick and a little nip. It was as though lightening were shooting through her body, starting between her limbs and working its way up through her midsection and chest, all the way to her head. She dipped her head back and let out a loud moan, pleasing to Draco's ears.
Draco couldn't hold off much longer. His hard erection was straining against his pants, almost painfully so. He slowly crawled back up to Hermione and kissed her face. She sighed, too tired to bat him away, even though he still had her juices smeared across his lips. She opted to lick them off, which he apparently found quite enticing as he had soon thrown back the covers of her bed and placed her on the smooth sheets, positioning himself over her. He growled and kissed her again, sending another tingling bolt up her spine.
Draco reached down to the waistband of his red chiffon boxers, but Hermione stopped him.
"No, let me," she said quietly, pushing him forward a bit. Not that she would have admitted it out loud, but she wanted to get a good look at him before she impaled herself upon him.
Draco lifted his wand off the nightstand and performed two spells on himself; one for contraception, and the other to hold off on ejaculation. He would need to last for awhile, if he was going to do this gently.
Hermione stared wide-eyed as he applied the charms. Not that she had any basis for comparison, but he looked pretty decently sized to her. She reached out and glided one finger over the ridge of him, applying a soft kiss to the tip. Now it was his turn to stare, wide-eyed.
"Are you ready?" He asked, though he knew full well that she was.
Hermione nodded. "Draco?" she said quietly, as he began to position himself.
"Yes?"
"You should know that I have a very low pain tolerance."
Draco blinked at her for a moment, trying to work out what exactly that meant for him.
"Meaning… well, I'm probably going to yell at you to stop…"
"And what would you like me to do in that case?" Draco asked gently, touching the soft curl that had fallen upon her breast.
"Keep going," she whispered, refusing to make eye contact.
"Keep- are you sure?" Draco asked, astounded. Yes, she was a Gryffindor, but that was… that was an almost masochistic request, really. He'd had sex with virgins before; this was never a pleasant experience for them, but they'd always asked him to go slow and stop every once in awhile.
"I'm sure," Hermione said, nodding. "I want to get past the pain quickly… I just want to give myself to you, Draco."
Draco nodded, and kissed her. He kept her locked in that kiss, willing himself to swallow her scream and give her something to focus on as he pierced her thick barrier. He positioned himself at her entrance; her hips jerked needily as he rubbed the head of his shaft along her wet folds, lubricating himself a bit.
Draco waited for her to relax, and then began to penetrate her. He tried to go gently, but she still whimpered and clung to him, wrapping her hands around his arms and digging her nails into his skin. Draco closed his eyes, unwilling to look at the pain burning in her own, and pushed forward.
He had hardly lodged a third of himself within her when she panted "stop". He hesitated, but true to his word, continued to drive forward. She cried out and wrapped her legs around him, squeezing, jerking, and pushing as though to force him to remove himself from her tight vagina. He did, and looked intently down into her eyes.
"Do you want me to finish this or not?"
"Draco, it hurts so much, you don't understand-" she whimpered again, tears streaming down her face. She hadn't expected this. She had expected pain… but not… this.
"Shhh," Draco whispered soothingly, resting his head against hers. "It'll be over soon, but you have to relax. You're tensing your whole body up; don't fight the pain, embrace it. It'll be over quickly, I promise."
Hermione nodded, swallowing, and gasping a bit. "Just… do it," she choked out, squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
Draco slowly entered her again, getting as far in as he had before, and resting there for a second. He waited for her body to relax, and then, without enough warning for her to tense up again, withdrew and roughly plunged into her body. She screamed and grasped onto his shoulders, clinging to him.
"I love you, Hermione," Draco gasped, slowly rocking himself back and forth within her, willing pleasure to take the place of the pain. "I love you."
"Draco," she sobbed, wrapping her arms around his back, burying her head in his shoulders. "Draco… I love you… I-"
Slowly, the pain receded, and Hermione relaxed into his embrace. They rocked back and forth, rhythmically, taking their time to reach a climax. The only sounds for a long time were their whispered promises to each other; promises of love and loyalty, of dedication and pure, raw emotion.
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Hermione spent a long time curled up in Draco's arms, glad for the warmth and security of his embrace. She was glad she'd done this with him; it felt right. She knew that when the morning came, she wouldn't be feeling guilt. This had been everything she'd hoped for.
She snuggled deeper into his chest, and he smiled into her hair. He'd been tempted to fall asleep several times now, but knew that if her parents came home and found them like this, nothing good would come of it. Still, they weren't due home till quite late… maybe if he just closed his eyes for a second.
A second turned into ten minutes. Ten minutes turned into an hour. An hour turned into two.
Soon, both Draco and Hermione were out cold, oblivious to the clicking shut of the front door, and the wafting of Mrs. Granger's voice up the stairs.
"Did you see that awful thing Andrea Troyan was wearing tonight?" Mrs. Granger was saying to her husband.
"Mhmm," Her husband replied, noncommittally.
There was a short pause, and Mrs. Granger questioned suspiciously, "Didn't you think it was a tad revealing?"
"Yes, yes," Mr. Granger said, as the sound of the television being turned on came.
There was another pause, and then, "You liked it, didn't you?"
"Mmm? Yeah," Mr. Granger responded, clearly zoned out in front of the television.
"Why you-" Mrs. Granger's voice boomed, scaring both Draco and Hermione out of their peaceful slumber.
"Shite," Draco swore, scrambling to pull on his pants, as Hermione threw open her drawer and quickly pulled on a nightshirt.
"Draco!" She said in a hushed voice, causing him to turn around. She quickly pointed her wand at the clothing he was donning and transfigured them into night garments. "Hurry, go to your bed!"
Draco, being no fool, quickly did what he was told. He rushed as quietly as possible to his room down the hall, left his door cracked open to avoid the noise, and dove into bed. He pulled the covers up to his nose and closed his eyes, praying hard that Mrs. Granger was no expert on what a sleeping boy looked like.
Hermione hurriedly picked up the lingerie and condoms littering her floor, stuffed them inside her pillowcase, and threw herself into bed. She spelled the lights off from where she lay, just in time to hear her mother's footsteps coming down the hall. She closed her eyes and tried to look peaceful, and as innocent as she had been when her mother had left the house that night. She prayed her mother wouldn't notice the smell of sex on her bed linens- it was too late to mist the room with perfume now.
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Mrs. Granger smiled to herself as she gazed at Hermione's sleeping face, thinking to herself how lucky she was to have such a trustworthy daughter. She sat on the bed and tucked Hermione's hair behind her ear, bending down to kiss her on her forehead.
Her nose got closer to the comforter over her daughters shoulders, and alarm bells sounded in her head. This was not the way her daughter's room normally smelled. Something had changed.
Her forehead wrinkling in suspicion and anxiety, she brought the sheets up to her face and inhaled deeply. Her eyes widened in realization, and she looked back down at the closed eyes of her daughter.
Apparently, she wasn't as trustworthy as she seemed.
DUN DUN DUN. Kay well. To be quite honest, I'm very upset with my lack of reviews. So if you're out there, please let me know, because if I don't get reviews, then there's no motivation for me to continue, huh? Yeah. Well I know I have a million times more hits than reviews.. sooo that should change. And thanks to Gonnabefamous for the sex scene. That's just not my strongpoint. Yay herrr. Read her story. It's more amazing than anything in the world. I love her. Shes my best friend ) Kay. Lovelovelove. Byeeee! - Marianne