I sat in the love seat for who knows how long, when my stomach grumbled loudly and I wrapped my arms around my stomach unhappily. I couldn't eat, it wasn't lunch, but I couldn't leave Draco, but I needed to get my mind off of food. I was not going to go back to my old ways, rose-bud, was what my dad used to call me. I was a chubby little girl, about 12, and he called me his little rose-bud. Rose-buds were small and plump, and that wasn't how I wanted to be remembered.

I got up and lay down on the floor, crossed my arms over my chest and tucked my toes under the love seat, and began doing sit-ups.

I didn't count, I just kept pushing myself, even when the pain in my abdomen was nearly unbearable, I pushed myself harder, I was going to be skinny, I didn't want to be fat, this was what I had to do.

"Who knew you had abs." I heard a tired voice say.

I stopped and rolled over to see Draco watching me, with a small smirk on his face.

I blushed and sat up, embarrassed that he had seen me working out. But then he frowned, and sat up, staring intensely at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, I always did.

"What have you done to yourself?" he said, getting up, and kneeling in front of my, I didn't recognize the look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, subconsciously wrapping my arms around my abdomen.

"You look like crap, love." He said, looking me over, as I frowned.

"Well thanks, glad my self esteem means that much to you." I said, turning from him, biting my lip.

"Well, even when you look like crap, you still look better than half the other girls in school." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder and pulling me into his chest.

But not better than Josephine I thought to myself. Her long blonde hair, which she had cut to shoulder length and teased every morning, her long thin legs, and her perfect figure. if I could only look like her, I would be happy.

"Well, you don't look like a runway model yourself." I said back, relaxing into his arms, inhaling his scent.

"says you." He said, I could hear the smirk in his voice.

I turned around and looked at him, our faces barely separated. His eyes were still a beautiful shade of grey, his lips slightly chapped from the cold outside during quidditch practice, and his strong, beautiful face.

He leaned down, and I closed my eyes when he kissed me, gingerly at first, but the reality of being separated for so long took its toll quite quickly, the kisses were fast, more passionate. I ran my fingers through his hair, as he slid his hands up and down my sides giving me goose bumps. I felt his hands reach under me, and gasped when suddenly I was in the air, without breaking the kiss.

He dropped me on the couch, as I looked up at him with hazy eyes, he climbed onto the couch, and straddled my waist leaning down to kiss me again. My hands which had started at his shoulders slid down to his pants. I grabbed the belt loops and pulled him down, so he was on top of me.

This steamy make out session was much needed, and we kissed and nipped for who knows how long. His hands began to slide up my shirt and I found myself not caring, even when his right hand slid to the small of my back and pulled, making me arch my back as he kissed my neck repeatedly, his other hand expertly unhooking my bra.

That was when my eyes flew open and I looked around.

What do you think you are doing young lady?

When did my little voice start sounding like an old woman?

Dimwit, he has just unhooked your bra, and now you are going to have countless hickeys on your neck.

Your point?

Where do you think this will lead to? You think he's just going to stop?

I stopped my mental convo when he nipped at a place on my neck that made me gasp and grab on to his arms, biting my lower lip. I could feel him smirk against my skin, which seemed more sensitive than usual.

I heard myself breathe his name, and gasped when he ripped open my shirt, buttons flying everywhere. This woke me up. I propped myself on my elbows, and shifted so I could place my hand on his chest. I was panting, and I realized my hair wasn't in the hair tie, when did he do that?

"What's wrong?" he said breathily, staring at me confused.

"Its nothing, but, I don't really want to go that far right now." I said sheepishly, looking down.

"But we're married, the rules don't apply to us." He said holding my hand and leaning in, planting a needy kiss on my neck.

I pulled myself into a seated position, with Draco in between my legs, propping himself up on the arm of the couch which I was leaning on to lift himself up so I had to look up to see into his eyes.

"I know, but, I'm not ready." I murmured.

"Don't worry, Ill go slow." He said, trying to kiss me again.

I pushed him off again and said, slightly louder, "Draco please! I'm not ready; we can do that next time. I promise." I said.

"You promise?" he said, his smirk finally as he leaned forward, his forehead on mine.

"I promise."

"good." He said, climbing off me, and straitening out his shirt, as I helped myself up and looked around, trying to figure out what to do with my shirt, and find my scrunchy.

"Here, you might want this." He said, holding out my bright red scrunchy.

"Thanks." I said quietly, still wondering how he managed to get it off.

DRACOS POV

I smirked when I saw her confused look when she saw the scrunchy, and frowned when I looked her over. Her shirt was open, and about to slide off, leaving a complete view of her stomach and upper arms. Her bra was sliding off to, which was just a bonus. But I was frowning because how small she looked, and since her ribs were quite pronounced. I looked her over and realized what I had noticed before, she was pale, more so than usual, she was small, and she had dark circles under her eyes.

What happened to her?

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