"Page 482." Cried Professor Delving. Rora flipped to the page obediently, trying not to let the gaze of Draco Malfoy distract her. His amused grin was blatant. He wasn't even worried about the teacher catching it. A few moments earlier, Rora made the mistake of meeting his eyes. Her hot cheeks and quickened heartbeat was the result of what she saw; a bemused expression so teasing that Rora had to clench her fists under her desk to keep from punching him in the mouth.

That delectible, soft mouth. Roaming up her neck, up to her eager, awaiting lips.

NO.

Son of a mother.

~What the fuck Rora, pull it together!~ She cried in her mind. What was happening to her?

She dared another peek at Draco, who was innocently staring ahead at the chalkboard. A faint smile appeared slowly and Rora felt her face become warm again.

She knew what was happening. She was losing her mind, that's what was happening.

Stupid steamy hot Draco. Stupid hair, stupid eyes. Stupid rock hard body.

Rora felt a shiver roll down her spine, and noticed Draco's body tense. She watched him out of the corner of her eye and let her mind wander over the last hour once more…

….::::::…. Flashback ….::::::….(by like… 60 minutes.) (is that considered a flashback?) (who cares. POOF! Flashback.)

She moaned and snuggled deeper into Draco's chest. Her hands gripped his open shirt and her hot breath was not helping Draco keep his ~ahem~ appendage down. Infact, he had just spent the last 20 minutes trying to kill his buzz, out of respect for the girl ontop of him. Because that's how proper relationships functioned, right? Draco sighed. Who was he kidding. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to turn her over and fuck her right now. The only thing that was stopping him was his sneaking suspicion that she might be… inexperienced. Which wasn't unusual for girls at Hogwarts. But it was unusual for girls at their grade level. And she was pretty, too. How strange.

She bubbled awake to the feel of his hands brushing her hair and rubbing her back. She squinted hard at the light coming through the tower window and kissed his chest gently. She let her fingers play around with the bare skin under his open uniform shirt for a moment before gasping loudly and jumping off of him.

"I'm so sorry!" She stuttered and fixed her hair before smoothing out the skirt of her dress. "Omigod."

"Sorry for what?" He smirked up at her. He was leaning without a care on the tower steps and knew full well her eyes were devouring him while she feigned innocence and virtue.

She scanned her surroundings, trying to figure out what happened earlier that led them to the tower at lunch time. Skipping the drama with the green-eyed boy, her brain conveniently played the lunch hour in slow motion for her to cringe at. Her hands flew to her face. She couldn't believe what she had done.

"I'm sorry Draco."

"Sorry for what!" He sat up now, pulling her down by her waist. Oh, how she agitated him.

"I can't believe… I don't know…" She buried her face his chest in embarassment. Draco stroked her hair, which calmed her a bit. Her mind was reeling. "Draco…" She refused to look up from his chest. Draco chuckled into her hair, and kissed the top of her head.

"Are you alright?"

"No." Her voice came out muffled.

"Why not?"

"Because I rode you." She murmered. Draco burst out laughing, loving the way she phrased it.

….::::::…. End Flashback ….::::::….

Draco's hand snuck under the table to gently touch her thigh. Not to turn her on, but to comfort her, and tell her she had nothing to be embarrassed about. Rora understood the message instantly and rested her hand on his. Her thumb stroked his fingers for a few moments, before they contently held hands for the rest of the class.

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She pushed him onto the sofa and straddled his body. Her lips were on his instantly and she let her hands roam free on the hard angles of his face and body. He shuddered over and over again as her soft lips travelled from his face, down to his neck, and onto his chest. One hand buried itself in her hair, bringing her sinful mouth back to his, and the other traced the curves of her breast. She mewed as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple and felt that delicious pleasure that made her lose all self-control before. She ground onto his pelvis and jolted him with raw pleasure. He grit his teeth to keep himself from ripping her clothes off and ramming her right there.

"Aurora!" Rora jumped awake. She scanned the room in alarm. Draco rubbed her back soothingly and held her face so that she looked at him. His grey eyes were concerned as he looked into her black ones. "You fell asleep."

"Again?" She noticed the classroom was empty. "Did I sleep through the class?"

"Yeah." He stretched deliciously in front of her. It had been a long hour and a half. "Delving noticed but I told him you were still jet lagged and hadn't slept well the night before. He's wicked. He let you sleep without a fuss."

"I slept in front of the whole class?"

"Haha, yeah."

"That's not embarrassing." Rora muttered sarcastically. He gathered their books and got up from the bench.

"Ready for History?" She nodded solemnly and stood up from her desk. "Hey." He caught himself before he tucked a strand of wispy jet black behind her ear. He wasn't sure if she was comfortable yet. Sure she had just experienced what may have been her first orgasm on his lap… but still. "What's the matter?" Rora sighed inwardly.

"I was having a dream." She blushed at the thought of it, a smile creeping to her lips.

"What about?" She couldn't look him in the eye. He put their books down and stepped close to her. He ran his thumb over her jaw line, before lifting her face to a kiss. Draco brushed his lips gently against her, and his scent overwhelmed her. Dizzy, she tried to name the scent in her mind, as if it was a new Calvin Klein cologne. Black Satin. Thundercloud. Mineral Ice. Draco's lips brushed against her softly, gently letting her know who she belonged to. He sighed into her mouth and pulled her closer by her waist. He rested his forehead against hers and relished the moment of serenity and happiness.

Normally, on a typical Tuesday, he would be miserable. He would be thinking about the full week of homework ahead of him, sharing half his classes with Pansy (dear God…), the crummy weather, and just everything in general. He wasn't a happy guy. The only time he felt sincere joy was when he saw Potter falter.

But standing here with Aurora, with her arms encircling his neck, with her attraction to him in the most sincere form… he had never felt such pure and simple joy.

How strange.

How strange the feeling of happiness was.

"I'm so sleepy." She exhaled into his chest. She lifted her face out of his chest and met his eyes with a tiny smile. "What happens if I fall asleep in History?"

"I hope you don't. I won't be there with you." Rora frowned.

"You're in another class?"

"Yeah." He stroked her jaw again.

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"I'm sorry you had to see that earlier."

Aurora glanced up, startled. Her nose had been in her new spell book. She was exhausted beyond belief and relied on the fascinating book to keep her awake until her next class started. She fell asleep in her last class, but Draco took care of it. If she fell asleep again... she couldn't even imagine the mortifying thought...

"See what?" Her tired mind took a few moments to process what the green-eyed boy was referring to. "Oh, yeah, that." She shook her head. "Don't be. I'm sure he's just stressed out." Pansy flashed in her mind's eye.

"You don't know?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Know what?"

"The history between Draco and I."

"No I don't. He wasn't ready to share that with me." She shrugged. "We've only just met. Perhaps he'll be more willing to tell me after he trusts me a little more."

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Oh... I don't think... I mean Draco... He'd-"

"Come on Harry." A sombre girl with crazy brunette waves pulled him gently by his sweater sleeve. She gave Aurora an untrusting look, before leading Harry to their seats in the front of the class.

Aurora sighed in relief. She didn't want to be rude to Harry, but she couldn't have sat with him. Draco was upset over a lunch invitation... just imagine how he'd freak if Harry and her were partners for the whole year. Thankfully, the brunette saved her from an awkward situation."Everyone in your seats, now, and turn to Page 154." Rora recognized the voice with a smile. It was Prof. Snape!

Snape glanced around the class and caught sight of Rora. His blank stare caused her smile to fade every so slightly, but she was a positive person. She would keep trying with him.

"Direct your attention to our new student please." He said in a monotone voice. "Ms. King…" He paused, as if to draw out her agony. "Care to introduce yourself?"

This aweful ritual. Her face reddened at she looked around, but turned ever pinker as she realized she'd have to do this for every single class. Damn it to hell.

"My name is Aurora. I'm from New Jersey, in the States, and I'll be at Hogwarts for the coming semester."

"Only the semester?" Harry asked without thinking, which Hermione rewarded with a pleasant kick in his calf. Rora nodded.

"I could stay longer if Headmaster Dumbledore and my Professors think I'm learning well here. The magic is astounding and I fall over myself watching you guys."

Just then, a tardy student paced quickly through the class to his desk. Aurora was grateful for the interruption. She squinted from across the room as she recognized him.

Ron wound his way through a few desks until he reached his space. Which was where the new girl stood, addressing the class. He frowned at her questioningly, wondering why she was just standing there, but Snape was giving his usual death stare, so Ron just sat on the shared desk bench without a word. He flipped open his book, trying to assimilate to the class around him as fast as he could but he didn't know what page he was looking for, so he looked silly.

Rora stared at the class awkwardly, not sure what else to say. So she just took her seat.

~K, not bad. A little better than last class.~ Her line of thought was interrupted by Ron flipping incessantly through the pages.

"It's 154."

"What?" Ron asked with an uncomfortable glance? Aurora pointed at the corner of her page.

"Page 154."

"Thanks." Aurora tried not to smirk at the redhead's smile, which came out more as a grimace. She thought he was cute. He smoothed out his hair and cloak a bit.

"You ok?"

"Um.. Yeah."

"You seem frazzled."

"Yeah. Someone summoned me to the upper levels as a joke. I'm pretty sure I just ran a 10k for charity."

Snape focused his glare on the pair. Aurora put her nose back in the book.

"Snape Death-Glare Survival Fund." She muttered to Ron under her breath. Shaking his head, he whispered,

"Don't. He's watching us."

"SDGSF. Has a ring to it."

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"Can you believe this!" Ron collected all the pages of the chapter between his fingers. "This much!"

"How much does he normally assign?" Aurora asked, amused at his despair.

"About that much." Laughed Harry. He walked closer towards his friend and the stranger. "Ron's just aggravated because he thought we'd get a break from Snape today."

"Why would we?" She asked. Was Snape really such a bad guy? He was a bully yeah, but he had some serious haters.

"Because he was supposed to be off at a conference for the day."

"A conference about you." Hermione added.

"About me? Why?"

"Probably more about the new exchange program than about you." Hermione looked Aurora over. "So you're a pure muggle?" Rora struggled to remember the term.

"That means non-magic, right?" Hermione nodded.

"Yeah." She shrugged. "The exchange program is the first I've heard of magic. Real magic at least." She collected the books ontop of her desk. "What about you guys?"

"I'm a muggle. So is Harry here. Or atleast he was raised like one. His parents were quite accomplished magic folk before they…" Hermione looked around, embarrassed that she had talked herself onto this topic. Rora got that this was sensitive, so she quickly asked, "And what about you? Uh…" She giggled. "Omigosh, I don't even know your name! And here I thought we were bonding over the SDGSF."

"My name's Ron. Ron Weasley."

"Aurora King." She shook his hand in mock formality.

"Got any idea why the conference was cancelled?" Harry asked Hermione.

"If anyone's got anything to do with it, it's Lucius Malfoy."

"Malfoy. That's Draco's last name, isn't it?" Rora added, her curiosity piqued.

"Yeah. Lucius is Draco's father." Hermione said with venom in her words. The whole gang watched Aurora for a second, waiting for her to absorb the information. But the dramatic effect was lost on her because she had no idea who Lucius was.

"Rora." She spun around and saw Draco in the doorway. A grin plastered on her face, she said,

"I'll see you guys later. I'm glad to have met you. SDGSF my brother." Rora said with a salute to Ron. She gave her a soft salute back with a smile. The others just looked confused.

Draco took her books from her and let her pass through the door first. He gave the three of them a warning look before he disappeared.

"How did you like this class?"

"So exciting! I definitely didn't fall asleep this time" She held Draco's hand and ignored the stares. She didn't know why they were watching so avidly, but frankly, she didn't care right now.

"So what were you guys talking about?"

"Oh nothing. They asked me a bit about myself. Oh hey, did you know Prof. Snape wasn't supposed to be here today? There was a meeting supposedly about my exchange that he was gonna attend, but they think your Dad cancelled it."

"My Father?"

"Yeah. Mr. Lucius Malfoy?"

"Why were they talking about my family?" Draco asked, irate. If they had mentioned anything about his Dad, it was sure to be poisonous twists of the truth to turn his Rora against him.

"Oh… they weren't." She squeezed his hand tighter. Her head felt light… almost dizzy. She couldn't put her finger on the feeling. It wasn't Draco… "They only mentioned that your Dad cancelled the meeting about my exchange. Why do you think he would do that? I mean, you know, if he did."

"As always, I have no idea what those three are gossiping about. Yes, my Father is involved in the school board, but I can't see what he would have to do with you." Draco muttered, "Pure-blood," to open the door to the Slytherin common-house. He took her to one of the private rooms with densely coloured Persian carpets and hauntingly beautiful floating lights. The colours of the room were dark, bold green, and accents of silver. The furniture was made out of black wood and and the wallpaper was a grungy floral design that combined beauty and death into a beautiful paradox. Rora both loved and hated this room. Draco sat on one of the plush sofas and patted the seat next to him.

"You're so easily impressed." Draco commented. Her eyes ran back and forth across the room and he regretted bringing her here. He wanted her eyes to focus on him.

"The earie design in this school is fascinating. You have gargoyles, castle towers, paintings that look like they were made centuries ago. I love it."

"Wait till I take you home. You'll love it even more." His fingers traced her jaw. "Especially my room." Rora's eyes riveted to Draco's. ~That did the trick.~ Draco mused.

Rora climbed onto his lap and squirmed ontop of him. She held fast onto his collar and leaned in so close that Draco could feel her breath on his lips. Her body was burning but she refused to look at his eyes. Right now, she had slight control over Draco with her body. She knew what it did to him. I mean, she practically had sex with him at lunchtime!

But still, she wouldn't look into his eyes. She knew that would be her undoing.

Draco moaned into her neck as the pent up sexual tension from this afternoon came back full-force. Her long hair felt cool against his skin and the scent of flowers overwhelmed him. She was sin to all of Man's senses.

"Rora… what are you doing?" He breathed out. She wasn't quite grinding against him, but she was straddling him and turning him on immensely. Upon hearing his voice, she leaned in and kissed the boy at her mercy. Her lips brushed against his gently and slowly kissed him deeper and deeper as she could no longer contain her need for him.

She had never felt this way before, but ever since she 'rode' him at lunchtime, she desperately needed to capture that waterfall of pleasure again.

"Can we lock that door?" she asked Draco, breathing heavy.

"No."

"Take me somewhere private then please." She rested her cheek on his shoulder to calm herself.

"Why?" He rubbed the back of Rora's neck and felt the heat. She shivered.

"I want to do it again." She whispered with a heavy blush.

"Do what Aurora?" He knew exactly what she wanted. His chest swelled with pride. He had barely given her a taste and she was already begging him for more. Rora was oblivious to his game, so she said,

"You know..."

"Cum?"

Rora stared, shocked at his bluntness. His icy gray eyes were burning somehow, and his face was red. No doubt she was having an effect on his sanity also. His hands travelled under her shirt, up her back, and she shuddered. He leaned into her hair and whispered, "I can do that for you right here." She shivered again at his hot breath.

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Out of the 3 stories I have, this is my current favourite (which means I'm in love with Tom Felton since I heard him sing last night) so I'll be updating religiously. I really wanna see the story play out meeting Draco's Dad, Draco discovering that she's totally non-magic, and his response to that, as well as his Dad's. After all, she's only at Hogwarts for a semester, right?

I think I have like 2 people reading this right now, lol. I hope you guys don't mind the ~ahem~ quick progression of their hormones?