Now I was in nothing but a bra and my underwear, both black and lacy. I crawled up onto the bed, hovering above him.
"Why did you ask me to marry you?" I whispered softly, searching his pale eyes. They were hiding all emotion.
"Because I love you, I want to marry you, and I want to be married incase anything is to happen to either of us, now that the Order of the Phoenix has been restarted." He said very slowly.
"Ah I see…" I replied vaguely, lowering myself so we were chest to chest, I kissed him again, deeply, my mouth searching his hungrily. His hands traveled from my bottom to my back in a millisecond as he went for the bra clasp. He was surprisingly good at taking it off… this had always taken me aback. My mind wandered for just a moment to how wonderful magic really was, there were spells you could cast that worked like birth control… before I knew it we were both laying there, skin on skin, in the chilly atmosphere of his bedroom. The moonlight streamed in from the window casting the light across the bed, as the four-poster curtains were still open. I had a sudden urge to be in a very confined and private place with him. Of course his room was private, but I wanted there to be him and I and absolutely nothing else.
"I'm going to draw the hangings." He said nervously, he was still nervous when we did this, when it was very intimate.
Who wouldn't want to be in this position, I thought as I watched him rise up and pull the hangings. I shifted to my back so he would be raised above me instead. I don't understand how Parkinson controls herself, or any girls for that matter. Draco was a much desired man at Hogwarts. Not only did he have looks, but he had power, and money. I loved his personality as well, the attraction to the Dark Arts, powerful personality, leadership, and common Slytherin qualities. No wonder most girls grimaced when they saw us together.
The younger years, from all houses, were thoroughly smitten with him, and thoroughly terrified of me. Not that they weren't also terrified of him. He never encouraged the admiration, it just came naturally. The same in our house, in Slytherin we had his gaggle of followers; unfortunately Pansy Parkinson was one of these.
"I can't wait to see the reaction at school to this ring." I murmured, he was in no state to talk, his head wasn't on his shoulders completely at the moment. I smiled as we proceeded.
The rest of the break went all too fast. Our days were filled with Dark Arts training, and in this time we learned things only the elite Death Eaters knew. Bellatrix was the only escaped Death Eater at this point, and this was currently not known by the Ministry, the Dementors had sided with us, meaning they had no desire to tell the Ministry either. Everything was going according to plan. Sturgis Podmore had been Imperiused by Lucius, but failed in the attempt to steal what we were finally informed on. A prophecy was hidden in the Department of Mysteries; it would make us much stronger. What with Lucius constantly in and out of the Ministry, we were at a huge advantage.
Only earlier that week had a clipping of Devils Snare been sent to Mr. Bode, an Unspeakable, who currently was living up to his occupation, before he could regain speech, he had to be dealt with, I personally and anonymously took care of this.
"Ugh, I'd rather not go back and sit through classes with that insufferable Umbridge" I groaned, but as much as I hated her, I knew it better to be falsely sweet with her. Not that she would ever mess with me in the first place. She would be too afraid of repercussions from Lucius.
"You have my deepest sympathy" drawled Draco, he and Zabini were playing wizard's chess in our compartment on the Hogwarts Express.
"So what's this I hear about you being related to the Dark Lord? Parselmouth and all?" questioned Theodore Nott, mouth gaping, awestruck. Draco snickered, his pale eyes glittering. I knew the reason, he was amused by everyone's disbelief.
"Your father told you I assume?" Draco questioned boredly as he demolished Zabini's chessmen.
"Well, yeah, he said I wasn't supposed to tell anyone I knew but, hey, we're all okay right?" he chuckled nervously.
I surveyed him from my spot next to Draco, my eyes bearing into him, what he didn't know, was I was practicing my newfound talent of Legillimency and Occlumency. He had a fairly boring mind. I could tell Draco was doing the same with Blaise, seeing what move he was going to make and countering it by his mind. Draco glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, and I saw the faintest of a smile touch his lips before he went back to focusing on his game.
"Well Nott," I began silkily, something I had picked up from the Dark Lord, Snape, and Bellatrix in this short time period, "you'd do well to keep your mouth closed."