I know everyone hates these interruptions, but I must let you know this chapter has severe sexual content due to many requests for a lemon. You have been warned.

My senses burned. My skin was a bit more than sensitive, my head was throbbing, and my body had an uncontrollable urge to shake. I've never felt like this; I was never nervous. Today was an exception.

I was aware I couldn't just walk to the Slytherin common room and speak to him there so I postponed my leave an extra day.

I couldn't believe how much I'd put off this trip since the beginning.

I woke up early that morning, the headache still there. It started as a tension headache and turned into a migraine.

It was a good thing I woke up early though; I could get to breakfast and speak to Draco about all this before all the Slytherins begin their suspicions.

I made sure to look extra 'good' today. I put my hair down and added lots and lots of mousse to the tips, curling them. I put eyeliner on the top and bottom of my eyes. I began to realize how cunning of a person I really was when I was angry. I wore a short skirt and quite a revealing top. I pushed up my bra and moved what needed to be adjusted.

Since it was obvious Harry and I weren't going to get back together, why not make him jealous? What would make him angrier than flirting around with Malfoy?

Nothing, that's what.

Then, once I flirt with Draco, I get vital information out of him that I can use.

So all in all, looking sexy today kills two birds with one blessed stone.

Before I left that morning, I wrote in The Notebook. It wasn't like I was aiming to make anything a relationship anymore, but I might as well jot down a few essential tips in there anyways, eh?

Ways to Set a Friendship on Fire

4. Make him jealous.

I walked into the Great Hall, adjusting my hair a few times. I showed no sign of what happened yesterday, which means no sulking, sadness, or lack of energy.

My nose was practically in the sky I was so confident. I was first to sit at the Gryffindor table. I crossed my legs and didn't eat. I just kept an eye out for who I needed to speak with.

Nearly five minutes later, I watched him strut into the hall. He flipped his blonde hair to the back and ran a hand through it.

I was strategically determining when and how to confront him. I waited until Harry walked in to make a move. I wanted him to feel what I felt yesterday.

That was only the least of what Harry deserved.

Harry was late to breakfast that morning, almost late enough to have missed Draco.

Eventually, I saw Harry and Ron walk in together. I got up from my chair and went to the Slytherin table. I walked in such a way that I know pleased Draco.

"Hello there, Draco," I stated sitting to his right. I put a smirk on my face. He looked over my body and smirked as well.

"Not playing hard-to-get anymore are you, Annabelle?" He whispered with flirty style.

"I'm just not necessarily talking to Harry or Seamus anymore you see..." I pressed my index finger on his thigh. "I'm free."

I could tell he was enjoying this.

"Is there something you've come to tell me about? Or shall you spend the rest of the morning teasing me?"

"I came to ask you of the whereabouts of my mother," I said softly.

"What makes you think I'd tell you? I could get killed if I slip you information."

"Because you love me?" I tried pathetically.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"You'll have to do better than that." He said.

"How much better are we speaking?" I asked.

"A kiss maybe? Maybe a kiss whenever and wherever I ask for it to impress the lads?" I was astonished. Of all the things he'd ask for it'd just be a kiss?

"Just a kiss, Draco?" I asked.

"I mean, is there more you'd like?" He winked.

"No, no a kiss is fine. Now?"

"Why not." He leaned in a pressed his lips against mine, like a carnivore confronted with a distracted deer. I pressed my tongue in, making this kiss as sexy as it needed to be to have this boy spill the beans. I could feel glares from everyone; the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. It's a bad feeling, knowing everyone's staring at you.

"Now will you tell me?" I asked.

"Of course not," he scoffed. "You haven't hardly gone through with your part of the deal. I have not been satisfied yet."

"How many kisses are expected to satisfy you?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Well it's not about quantity, it's about quality. A kiss is only good when spread over a matter of time. Maybe two weeks of kisses."

"Are you insane Draco?" I looked behind me to make sure nobody was listening to the conversation. "You and I both know I have to leave soon to ensure my mum's safety! I was supposed to leave yesterday if it wasn't for you and the stupid hope you gave me."

"Two weeks of kisses or one night of dirty?" He asked softly. "I didn't want to tell you that was an option until we'd come to a point like this. You could be on your way tomorrow morning if you give me what I want tonight." I dwindled with my fingers as he spoke.

2 weeks of waiting, no sex with Draco.

No waiting, an entire night with Draco.

It wasn't like I didn't think he was attractive, I mean, everyone thinks Draco Malfoy's attractive.

I just didn't want to lose my virginity to him.

"Say I accepted," I enunciated slowly. "Where would this take place?"

"I can get my room cleared if necessary. The place for this to occur won't be a problem at all; it's the permission I want that I'm not so sure about," he said, his face shining with great amusement.

"How groundbreaking is the information you have in store? In all honesty, now."

"Hah, once I tell you, you'll know exactly what to do." He smirked and proceeded to eating.

"If I'm not satisfied with all that you tell me, I want you to swear you'll help me along the way."

"What? That's more risky than all of this combined, Richardson."

"Then no sex?"

He put down his fork and exhaled sharply.

"Fine, Richardson." I smirked at his submission and felt like laughing. I had him under the palm of my hand. I decided to keep playing with him.

"What if I gave you two nights," I started. "But we don't have intercourse?"

"That's not an option. Don't you dare think you can lure me into anything other than what you have already."

I sighed and rested my head in my hand.

Classes went by awfully slow that day. All I could think about was leaving and that I had to have sex with Malfoy. How in the world did I get myself into that...

Its one thing to have sex as a deal when you've done it before, but it's a whole other thing to lose your virginity for a deal like this.

That means I'm never going to be that pure little Annabelle I used to hold myself high for.

I'm scared and nervous. Was I supposed to do some pre-sex routine before I met up with him?

What if I get pregnant?

Oh hell, what if Malfoy has an STD?

I sat alone in potions. I found a seat in the back, far away from Harry or Hermione. We didn't have double potions that day; thank Merlin, because I didn't have to face humiliation by Malfoy and his friends all period.

Harry tried to confront me again after class, but I made it clear I didn't want to be spoken to. I acted as if he wasn't there. The silent treatment always does it.

"Annabelle would you take a minute to even talk to me?" I heard. It was Ron's turn to try. I sighed.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"You seem...a bit rebellious. Is everything going alright, Annie? I mean, that kiss with Malfoy this morning? What was that all about?" I rolled my eyes.

"It's not a big deal; it was just a kiss."

"If it's about what happened with Harry, you know he didn't mean what he did-"

"I don't care about him anymore. I've moved on." I gave him a small smile and walked away.

As I walked to the common room, I found a note in the front of my bag. I read it, the hairs on my arms raised higher with every word.

Meet me in the front of the Great Hall at 9 tonight.

I'll be waiting.

It's eight. 60 minutes until the dreaded night would begin.

I was trying to decide what to do to get ready.

I hopped in the shower and washed everything twice, shaved practically everywhere, including between my legs. I found a thong I had never really worn and slipped it on.

If I was going to have sex, I was going to do it with style. I put on a lacy bra that only partially covered my breasts and a tank top over it.

I wore a pair of white denim shorts. I put my hair in a bun and my bangs down.

As I went to open the bottle of liquid makeup, my hands shook and of course dropped it all over the floor. After I cleaned up, I took the small amount that remained in the bottle and rubbed it on my face. I put a little bit of eyeliner on and mascara on my top lashes.

Before I knew it, it was 8:50. I slipped on a hoodie and walked out.

"Where're you going, Annabelle?" Hermione asked from the door.

"None of your business."

"Meeting someone? Bet you're going out to snog the same boy you were this morning, hm?" She raised her left eyebrow and shut the door. I flipped her the bird and left in silence.

I crossed my arms and fast walked down to the Great Hall. It was snowing, and I was wearing shorts. So much for looking cute...

My legs dug into the two feet of snow below me. I trudged through the snow, ignoring the cold burn against my skin. I noticed a small snowman in front of me. It was wearing a top hat and a drooping baby carrot for a nose. Its mouth was made of a dead earthworm. Pleasant.

I reached the back of the Great Hall and stood under the small bit of shelter reaching off the building. I looked in the distance for him. Nearly five minutes later I saw a figure standing erect in the dark.

I knew precisely who it was.

"You're late," I stated. He took off his jacket and placed it onto my shoulders and arms.

"I had to clear out my room, didn't I?"

"Let's get this over with." I stated softly.

"My pleasure." He smirked and linked arms with me.

"Where're we going?" I asked.

"My room."

We walked in silence. An awkward silence. It's weird when you plan to hook up with someone and go to do it. It's very uncomfortable.

"Are you on the pill?" He questioned.

"No, Malfoy. I don't have sex." He stopped walking.

"What are you talking about?" He chuckled. He paused. "You're not telling me you're a virgin?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you. I assumed you'd bring a condom."

"Annabelle Richardson has never had sex? Not even with Potter?" I ignored his remarks and tugged on his arm to keep walking.

"So I assume you haven't brought a condom then?"

"I don't think I'll need one."

I worked that through my brain to try and make sense of it.

"Was that meant to be an insult, Malfoy?" I demanded.

"There's a spell, if I do...you know...I think I know a spell that'll prevent you from getting pregnant."

"What about STDs? Do you have any?" We approached the entrance to his room.

"Cenapits." He stated to the wall. The door opened and we walked past. "No, I don't have any STDs. I'm not that big of a whore."

"Oh come on. You've had sex with plenty," I stated

"Never with a virgin though." I stood in silence and took off my jacket as we entered the room. He shut the door behind us.

"Are you ready, or shall we keep taking our time?"

"So if we have sex, you swear to tell me where she is?"

"Yeah. I thought I told you that this morning," he mentioned impatiently. "But it can't be bad sex. I have to be enjoying myself, Annie..." I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Annie, you can't tell me you're not excited for this?" He walked closer to me.

"Yes I can."

"But then you'd be lying." He lifted my chin and pressed his lips to mine. I tried pulling away, but I didn't want to. He smelled good, like fancy cologne. He pulled away and looked me into my eyes. "You didn't even think to pull away." I brought my lips to his and put my hands on his face. He picked me up by the waist and walked me to his bed. He worked his hand under my shirt and took my top off. Lips still attached, I found his belt buckle and undid it through my fingers. He kissed my neck and proceeded kissing down toward my naval. He went lower and lower until he reached my shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them. I noticed my legs dangling off the side of the bed, so I pulled myself higher up. He climbed directly on top of me, his hands on either side of my head. I took off his shirt and set it on the ground below us. I flirtatiously traced his muscles with my finger. He unhooked my bra and peeled it off my chest. He touched them, smirked, and then moved me so I'd be on top of him. I felt him take my breasts and move his fingers through every square centimeter of them. When he finished with the fondling, he practically did a sit up to kiss them, two pecks on each with a few licks in between.

It was damn obvious he'd had experience with this before.

He picked me up and held me just below my ass. I wrapped both my legs around his waist. He pinned me against a wall and took off my shorts. I was still held by him, my legs incapable of touching the ground.

"You taste like heaven, Annabelle," Draco mentioned. He kissed me again and pried my lips open with his tongue.

I felt him move my thong over to the side with his finger. I became uneasy.

I began to get fidgety. "Are you sure there's no way we can do everything but this part-" he swiftly inserted two fingers into me with a Slytherin-type smirk. I gasped loudly, alarmed. It didn't hurt as much as it surprised me.

"What, are you not enjoying this?" he pumped them in quicker and with more of an urgency.

"I didn't want to lose my virginity to a Slytherin."

That made him more vigorous with me. He inserted four and slammed them with all he could.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He demanded with a frown. I began to feel pain that I've never felt before. It was like I was being ripped apart with something on fire.

"You're all selfish and lustful. Every last one of you."

"You must be right then, my dear. I am selfish and lustful." He pulled down his pants and took them off. I sneered at his comment and rolled my eyes.

"You're so difficult, Malfoy."

"You might want to get used to calling me Draco."

"And why is that?"

"I'll have you screaming it by the end of tonight," he whispered huskily.

It actually turned me on, the way he said that. It made this entire encounter sound seven times as appealing.

I put my feet back onto the ground and began to walk to the bed. He followed me.

His boxers had a quite noticeable bulge growing in the center.

"Lay down." I demanded. He did as he was told, the bulge growing bigger. I pushed against it with the palm of my hand, the fabric pressing between my hand and his member. It sprung back up, faster and bigger than it did before. He groaned when I did it again. The more I played around with it, the louder the groans I heard from his mouth became. I kissed his chest and abs and licked my way down to his boxers. I slowly slid them down.

He wasn't a small guy; maybe eight to nine whole inches. I watched as it reclined against his stomach. I began to play with it. I felt him tense up multiple times, and then relax again.

"Are you sure you've never done this before, Annabelle?" he asked. I began to put my mouth on it and move up and down.

"Pretty damned sure, Malfoy." I kept going until I heard him groaning louder.

"What did I tell you," he paused when I sucked harder. "about calling me Malfoy!"

"Haven't I already told you I don't submit to anyone and their rules?"

"You were meant to be in Slytherin. I don't understand why you were sorted into bloody Gryffindor." I took my mouth from off of him.

"Don't you ever try to tell me I'm not meant for Gryffindor. I would neverbe a Slytherin."

"I didn't tell you to stop," he said. "I was very close. Keep doing what you were doing." I put my mouth back onto him and kept sucking. He put his hands on my breasts and messed with my nipples. It made me gasp and groan once or twice. I felt him mumble curses through his teeth as I bobbed my head up faster. God knew I didn't want to be doing this...

"You fucking whore. That's what you are, huh? Harder, Richardson. Harder." I did as he said. His hips bucked and moved with my mouth. He moaned and released something in my mouth. I instinctively spit it out. He put a hand on himself and let all of it out into my mouth. "Swallow it," he said between groans. "Swallow it now." I did what he said again. I didn't like not being in control like this...

"Get on your back, Annabelle." He demanded.

"Why?" I smirked, knowing my rebellious nature was irritating him.

"So I can have sex with you, that's why. Get on your back," he repeated.

I did as I was told.

I felt his cold hands take down my thong. I shivered as I felt the cold breeze.

He went into me. Only an inch or two was all the way in, but it hurt like hell.

"You're not even going to be gentle with me?" I asked.

"Do you want me to narrate everything I'm doing and wait until I hear you give your consent on it?"

"Yes."

"No." I heard him scoff. "Haven't I already told you I don't submit to anyone and their rules?" He was mocking me.

I closed my legs back up and looked him in the eye. "Do not imitate me!"

He exhaled loudly in frustration and did as he was told. He shut up, and opened my legs.

"You know, men do not submit to women," he said. "Women submit to men." He sounded as irritated as a Malfoy could get, and I was glad. It wasn't in my intentions to have Malfoy go through this pleasantly. He was going to be as aggravated as I wanted him to be. He would submit to me.

"You're nothing more than a stuck up pureblood. You do not have enough respect from me to gain my submission." I paused. "You're not even good at this whole sex thing either."

He growled and thrust all of himself into me. I didn't show my pain; I couldn't.

"You know, I don't believe you're a virgin. Probably slept with Potter and his friends more times than you could count, huh?" He moved faster.

He inflicted the most pain I've ever experienced. He hit somewhere up there that obviously didn't want to be hit. I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I acted like I didn't feel a thing.

"I've never had sex. I told you that." He ignored me for a bit and kept the pace.

"I don't care, then. You don't respect me; therefore, I don't respect you. You're in pain right now aren't you?" I didn't answer him. I wouldn't let him have that kind of pleasure. "Aren't you!"

I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I turned my face to the side, reluctant to letting him see it. I wiped it off and kept my composure.

"Tell me you respect me," he said.

"Is that what you're trying to get out of all this? Respect? And from a Gryffindor!"

"Say it to me, Richardson." He put himself in me with faster thrusts, purposefully administering more pain upon me.

"I respect you," I lied. I wanted to see his reaction to it. He knew I didn't mean it.

"You don't mean it."

"Take it or leave it, Malfoy."

"Do not call me Malfoy!" He pulled out of me and yanked me up so I was face to face with him. "I don't want to hear that word out of your mouth again. Do you understand me?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Why do you not like to be called that?"

"It's none of your business, nosy." He pushed me back down and opened my legs. I felt him impale me again. He placed a hand above where we met and rubbed me.

He went in and out of me nearly fifteen painful times until I felt something roll down my thigh. Blood.

He looked at it and gaped. "Fuck..." He retrieved a few napkins from the bathroom and dabbed me. "So you really were a virgin, weren't you?" He was calming down.

I ignored him. I put him back inside me. I wasn't sure if I wanted the night to end or to keep going. It was fun, all of this. He wasn't at all bad at it.

"I assume all your experience has come from that pug?" I asked. The pain was fading.

"Oh shut up. She has much more personality than many think."

I scoffed. We went at it for nearly five more minutes.

"Is it still hurting you?" he asked.

"No. It feels good." I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Malfoy smirked the famous one and moved much quicker. I kept my mouth shut, knowing if I let even a peep out in the boys' rooms, something would go down.

He started to feel it as well. He began moaning and running fingers through his my hair. He went faster and then slower, faster then slower maybe 6 times.

Then he reached his end.

"Annabelle, look at me." I looked at him like I was told. I bit my lip and moaned softly to help him. "Oh my god." He made one last big thrust and groaned a few more times. He held me by my back and grinded my hips to his.

After a few more thrusts, he was beginning to lose his agility. It wasn't feeling that great anymore. He was going lots slower, and he was definitely not as hard as he was before.

"You haven't orgasmed yet, Annie?" he asked.

"Nope." I stated simply. I didn't want to downgrade him by telling him how much worst he got after he hit his end. But I sort of did anyways. "You're soft now, aren't you?"

He pulled out of me and examined himself.

"Well it's not my fault. You're not arousing enough," he stated in his defense. I gaped at him.

"What more can I do to arouse you, Malfoy?"

"For one, you stop calling me that, and two, you can't." He found his boxers and put them back on.

"You're not even going to help me come to my end at all?" I asked sarcastically. I knew he wouldn't.

"Now why would I do that?"

"You're such a git," I mumbled as I looked for my underwear.

He scoffed and put on some sweatpants. I put on the tank top and my white shorts.

"Look at that, we've come to your end of our deal," I stated with a smirk on my lips. "Where is she?"