A/N: Hey Everybody! Sorry it's been so long since my last update, but things have been pretty topsy-turvy lately and I haven't had any time nor inclination to write. This chapter is probably going to be a little on the slow side, and I'm sorry for it in advance, but it's hard to get right back into the swing of things. I'd really appreciate pointers and such because I've only had thirteen reviews and over 1300 views. And I want to thank the people who stick with me and give me the encouragement I need, you know who you are:)

Bella woke slowly, trying to remain blissfully comatose so as not to feel the soreness of her muscles. Snape's detention had consisted of her lugging very heavy tomes back and forth about his office, only to do it again because he didn't like the way she had placed them or her attitude had been too rebellious. Damn her incessant sarcasm, it couldn't seem to be curbed.

She rolled over with a soft moan of protest and stuck a pillow over her head as the bright morning sunlight slid through the narrow dungeon windows. And wouldn't you know that her bed was right in the way of those bright rays, making falling back to sleep almost impossible.

Key word being almost.

Just as she was drifting back into sleep, Bella dimly felt the covers being lifted off her body, the cool autumn air rushing in to chill any exposed skin. Ignoring the sensation, she tried to snuggle deeper into the bed and catch the peace that was being so illusive this morning.

A finger touched her bare ankle and slowly traced its way up over her calf, the back of her knee and up her thigh to stop at the hem of her pajama shorts.

Bella cautiously lifted the pillow off her head and opened her eyes just wide enough to see. A familiar chuckle had her squint turn into a glare and her mouth frown slightly.

"What are you doing in here? Didn't you know this was the girls dormitory, or had you forgotten?"

Draco looked down at her with an amused twist to his mouth and devilry in his eyes. "I must have taken a wrong turn when headed to my own bedroom." His mouth went dry as she rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows. Her glorious hair was tumbled from sleep, curling lightly, her lips a bit swollen, and her eyes still had the sleep look: lids drooping slightly, irises darker than usual and a little of a glazed look, as if the action of being awake had yet to register with the brain.

The pajamas that she had worn to bed last night didn't help the image any. Her satin shorts were printed with little red dice, the tiny tank top was black with the words "Feeling Lucky?" printed across the chest.

His mind went utterly blank for a moment when she shifted and he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Then of course, his thoughts turned to what lay under the cutesy pajamas. He knew he should say something, should do something other than stand there with lust in his thoughts and in his eyes, because if he didn't do so soon, he was going to have to explain a lot more than just the lust in his eyes.

Bella let out a delicate snort. "If you took a wrong turn in the opposite direction by mistake, I'll run around the school in my skivvies. You are a horrible liar, Malfoy. A liar none the less, but very transparent."

"Am I?"

"Oh yes, right at this moment you are thinking how stupid I am to even consider that I know the Prince of Slytherin. I'm just a stupid mudblood that Dumbledore picked up off the street because I have only a slight talent for magic. Now give me back my covers you arrogant prick."

Malfoy smirked, and Bella sprang up and tackled him to the floor with no hint of a warning. They wrestled for a few moments, Bella reciting a colorful version of his ancestry and Draco chuckling quietly. Finally fed up with letting her win, he rolled over and pinned her to the ground.

Her cobalt eyes clashed with his grey ones and irritation quickly sparked into desire.

"I think you'd better get off now, Draco," Bella murmured quietly. Her lungs seemed not to be able to get enough oxygen.

He couldn't seem to muster up the energy to move off her; as if he were being held in place by some invisible force.

"Draco."

Bella saw the darkening of his irises and knew that he was going to kiss her. She licked her lips nervously, unaware the action further inflamed his desire.

His hand reached out of its own volition to cup the back of her neck and his other wrap around her small waist. Draco tugged her to close the distance between them, then promptly forgot everything as his lips descended in a passionate and needy kiss.

Oh my, was all that Bella thought as she realized that he was going to kiss her. She should have pushed away, should have remembered all the reasons that she hadn't given in before now, but she was lost. She gazed into his half-closed eyes that had gone from a silvery blue to the color of slate and felt the floor drop out from under her.

Her mind went blank as her entire being was filled with the sensations his kiss created within her. Though it could have been only moments, her entire being consisted of him in that short amount of time.

The sound of footsteps alerted them to the fact that they were in a very public dormitory where the girls would be coming back after breakfast to get ready for the Quidditch game. With the sudden intrusion, Draco's bet with Zabini came rushing back to Bella. She wiggled out from the position he had her pinned in and glared at him, clutching her comforter to her like armor.

"Don't ever touch me again, Malfoy."

He was saved from responding, for as he stood and righted his clothing, Pansy Parkinson and her friends sauntered into the room.

Pansy's eyes widened when she saw just the two of them, but immediately perked up. "Drakey! Ooh, did you come to visit me?" She rushed over to drape herself over him. Bella was reminded of a lamprey for some reason. "We were at breakfast. Some people get up at a decent hour rather than laying about like a lazy servant that needs to be horsewhipped."

"Some of us stay up late because we have more important things to do than worry whether or not a new lip gloss is going to attract the attention of a Prince. Not that it helps, maybe you should look into rhinoplasty instead. That would improve your visage. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready to support my friends in their game."

With that, Bella grabbed her clothes for the day and flounced out the door. As the door was closing behind her, she heard Pansy ask Draco what a rhinoplasty was. His mean laughter echoed in her ears as the lock quietly clicked into place.