The young couple were asleep on the large plush sofa. Rora was sprawled across the length of Draco's body, which was propped up agains the sofa arm. He enveloped her protectively and Rora clung to him as they slept.

They had been in this room for the last hour. Draco had sealed the door to this private room shut... which was totally against the rules. But what could Draco do? Have Goyle and Crabbe walk in to discover his girlfriend naked and riding him?

~Girlfriend.~ He rehearsed in his mind. He peered down at her lovely face and played with her hair. He felt urged to wake her up for an encore but he couldn't bring himself to disturb her. This was the first time he had a girl that he truly considered his girlfriend. Because they had chosen each other freely, not because he was obligated to date her for family connections. She was his girlfriend in the truest form. The dark-haired beauty sighed and snuggled deeper in his chest, missing the warmth of his arms. Draco breathed in the flowery scent of her hair and combed his fingers through the blackness. The cool strands felt like silk, and they gleamed in the candlelight, creating the illusion of a halo.

"What time is it?" She murmured. Yawning quietly, she grasped one of his hands and kissed it. She couldn't believe how quickly things had progressed between the two. Rora wasn't the type.

But, the feeling in the tower. It felt unreal. She had no idea that such an insane amount of pleasure as possible. And when she found herself in this room, alone, with the breathtakingly gorgeous Draco Malfoy... what was she to do? Talk about the tapestry? She smiled at the absurdity, quickly wondering if it was imported.

"Half past 9." Draco swept the hair out of her face gently, worried. "We missed dinner, again." As if on cue, Rora's tummy grumbled. She was famished now that Draco had brought it up, but truly, he was keeping her mind more than occupied. She didn't mind missing it. And she didn't want Draco to feel bad, so she played it off.

"I didn't even notice." She moved to her knees to kiss him gently, and then, after a sigh, began covering his chest with butterfly kisses. Draco revelled in the attention she gave him. He hadn't felt such care in so long that he had completely forgotten the plague of euphoria that a woman could inflict on a man.

He laid his head back and sighed in utter contentment. She crawled up to him and whispered gently, "Again." He grinned with his eyes closed and felt her lips close over his. She kissed him deeply, ever-grateful to him for showing her this otherworldly pleasure. She wished there was some way she could recapture the feeling without exhausting the poor man, but there was no other way. She needed him. Again. Urgently this time.

Her hands played across his chest and abdomen, loving the feeling of his deliciously angular body. She fought a blush as she saw a few pink lines scrawled onto his shoulders. His large hand cupped her face. He watched her glance away shyly, but he wanted to see her eyes. She refused, and he knew exactly why. Right now, she was in control, with her curves and her delicate sighs. As soon as their eyes would meet, Aurora would be entranced, handing control of their bodies over to him. He felt her position herself over him and reacted quickly, wanting to draw this out.

Draco pulled her down and kissed her breathless. One hand held her down, and the other slithered to her breasts. She gasped mid-kiss and moaned at his fingers, submitting to him entirely. He let go of her, and she gazed at him wordlessly as she felt him harden against her belly. Her body reacted automatically by reaching down to him, but he grabbed her hands quickly. He wanted to fuck her, not get a handjob. Draco ground up into her gently, smiling to himself as she threw her head back in pleasure. He wasn't inside her, but the sensation was driving her wild. After a few moments of said torture, he pushed her up, and guided her body over his. Draco lowered her slowly and grit his teeth. Rora whimpered helplessly.

He ground up into her, fixating his eyes on her breasts. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance, which gave Draco a sinful view of her body. She struggled to breath and he struggled to keep his pace consistent.

"Draco." She whispered in pleasure. Draco froze and grit his teeth again. His own name would be his undoing. What maddness was this? He slowly moved up to his previous pace and fondled her breasts gently. His body signalled to him that he was close, and he could see from Rora's beautiful, glowing face that she was too. He leaned in to give her breasts the attention of his mouth and she moaned deeply, sighing his name without thinking. Draco froze again and clenced his jaw firmly. He glowered up at his girlfriend, warning her not to do that again. But the message was lost in translation. She was too entranced in the euphoric waves of pleasure that his thrusting was stirring in her. She contemplated that sex may not truly be this amazing. Draco must have been involving magic, somehow. He must have.

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"Notable for what?"

"I don't know how to explain it." He ran his hands through his hair again, mesmerising Aurora. He had never 'explained' his fame before. He glanced at the dark haired beauty, who was patiently waiting for an answer. He had already refused to explain the tension between him and Potter. Would he be able to get away with this one too?

Rora's fingers played across his chest as she waited for him to explain. Her nails were unintentionally leaving a hot trail of burn as she absent-mindedly drew shapes on him.

This. This was why he didn't want her to have knowledge of his fame yet.

The simplicity of this moment made his heart swell. They were content with each other, without the influence of notoriety, or peer-pressure, or anything superficial.

They were utterly content at this moment, in the most genuine way.

"So?" She egged on. Draco sighed. He cupped her face and made her look into his eyes. The customary moment of shy tenseness, followed by a faint flush that took his breath away. She struggled to keep her gaze, shying away from the intensity of his Wintery eyes, but he held her fast.

Draco was entranced by her unusual beauty. Rora didn't duplicate the look of the celebrity of the week, but rather had this mysterious feel of eternity in her childish grace. She had the kind of beauty that was considered lovely throughout the ages, not just in one era. Draco had never met anyone like her. And to think, had she been transferred to Hogwarts into the care of another student, Draco would never had met her. Draco would likely have lost this rose to another man. His arms flexed involuntarily at the thought of another man ravishing her the way he just had. He imagined her calling out his name as he showed her the heights of ecstasy. Draco frowned at the bleak, dark place that his thoughts were taking him.

"Why do you keep secrets from me, even now?" She asked quietly. There was no anger in her voice, no judgment. It was a fair question. Draco glanced away, and this time she brought his eyes back to her penetrating gaze. "Who are you?"

"I don't know how to explain Rora."

"You already said that." She quipped. "Now explain the inexplicable."

Draco glanced down at his chest, missing the pure and simple way she drew imaginary shapes across it. He ached to have that moment back, when everything was content.

"Draco," Rora moved up. She propped herself up, covering herself with his cloak, "What do you think will happen if you tell me? What are you so afraid of?"

The tense man took a moment to consider this new angle. Maybe if he cautioned her about the ramifications of what he was about to say, she wouldn't change.

"You're different Rora."

"Don't make this about me Draco, I-"

"No, you don't know who I am. So this, all of this, is different. It's new for me."

Rora absorbed that thought.

"How exactly?"

"Lemme put it this way. Why do you like me?" Lina looked down at his body and back at him. Then back at his body, and back at him. Draco laughed.

"Don't be callous. I'm sure there's more to it than that." Rora thought for a moment.

"Um… No, not really."

Draco chuckled and pulled her down for a long kiss. He knew she was jesting, and he loved that their relationship… or whatever it was… had evolved so much that she allowed herself to tease him in such a way. Her words made him feel wanton and cherished at the same time.

"I'm trying to be serious here. I'm trying to answer your question." Rora leaned her body down ontop of his, with both of them facing the ceiling. If she was going to have this conversation with him, she couldn't be looking at him. It was hard for her to form coherent sentences when his light gray eyes pierced through hers. Nevermind naming everything delicious and inviting about him, inside and out.

Draco's fingers intertwined with hers and held them up for both of them to see. Rora grasped his hand tight.

"I suppose…," she began, not quite sure where to begin, "the fact that you're so handsome drew me in first." He leaned into her neck from behind and kissed it gently. A shiver rolled down her spine and she kissed the hand that she held prisoner. "But beyond, that, I'm not sure. When I saw the way that Pansy treated you. I dunno. It just looked like you needed a hug."

"You had sex with me because I looked like I needed a hug?" He asked seriously. Rora giggled.

"Don't say it like that…"

"What?"

"The sex part."

"Should I say we made love?"

"Well… no." She bit her lip. She didn't want to go there yet. They were too young to know what love was and it was messy trying to figure it out at this age. She knew. She tried it before. "I was little when I caught my parents doing it, and they swore to me that they were just wrestling." She cringed at the thought. What an image to have while lying naked with a God of a man. Ew. "Call it wrestling."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course not."

"Alright… but you didn't finish answering my question." Draco nipped the digression. Rora hummed at making her brain think again. Wasn't afterglow supposed to be blissful? Draco might as well have been making her do math.

"You're vulnerable but defensive. You put on this rough, abrasive exterior, and I believe it when I see how you act in the halls when people stare at us, but when you're alone with me, I see a guy who's like any other. One that just wants the closeness of another girl. Companionship. I find that very attractive. Very real. And I wanted a piece of you."

Rora held Draco's hand to her chest and wondered why he was silent.

"What else?" He asked calmly, but his mind was reeling.

"Even though you want companionship, I could see that Pansy exhausted you. You were clearly tired of that relationship, judging by the bruise you left on my arm." She giggled.

Bruise?

"What?" Draco tried to remember which arm he had pulled her along the with. He noticed the purplish hue on her right forearm and tensed.

"I did that?" He asked gently. The sorrow in his words was evident. Rora turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Oh no, geez, what am I thinking." She leaned her face into his neck, relishing the scent of his dark yet breezy cologne. "My other boyfriend gave me that."

Draco was in no mood to laugh now. He stroked her hair lovingly and whispered,

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She placed a kiss on his cheek. "It's after that incident that I realized how much she ruined you. A true girlfriend, one who cares about you, doesn't let the guy she has feel as miserable as you felt with her. Anger is one thing, but you were downright miserable."

"We spent a grand total of 5 hours together last night. You're telling me you assumed all of this of me in that time?"

"You wear your emotions on your sleeve Draco." He scoffed, offended.

"Hardly."

"Well, I mean, your sleeve is under a sweatshirt, wrapped in a scarf, under snow pants and ski jacket, but… it's there." Draco watched her intently. "I mentally undressed you long enough to get to said sleeve." And in a quick moment their lips were locked and she had a hold of his heart like no one ever had.

She stripped him naked and held him out to dry, and he hated it.

But he loved it, too.

Who was this girl to suddenly prance into his life and demonstrate to him that he wasn't as tough and closed off as his father trained him to be? Who was she? But then, in a moment of sublime realization, he discovered that she was showing him a part of himself that he shut away in a vault. She had known him for 1 day and she stole the combination to his soul.

Rora breathed deeply, feeling a more meaningful sensation from him every time they locked lips.

"Your turn." Draco didn't skip a beat.

"My family is wealthy and is well-known in this part of the world. Where there were artistocrats, there are now notable families, and the Malfoys are one of them."

Rora absorbed the thought.

"So what you're saying is you're rich and famous."

"In a matter of speaking."

"Famous for what?"

"I don't know. We just are."

"You're famous because of your last name then? That's it?" Draco shrugged.

"Well, yes, I suppose."

"Omigod." She whispered in disbelief. Draco watched her face intently, bracing for the change in behaviour towards him. He should never have told her. ~Never.~ He thought sadly.

"I'm dating the male verion of Paris Hilton." Draco blinked. "And you're blonde, too." Rora giggled at her own absurdity and failed to notice Draco's intense focus.

Was she joking? Was she really taking the knowledge of his notoriety that lightly?

"I'm hungry Draco." She whispered as she nuzzled into his neck. Leaving a butterfly kiss there, she closed her eyes, ready to let sleep take her.

Draco lay there, stunned at the thought that he wasn't as important as he thought he was.