Draco

His fever was gone. His head was no longer pounding. The only thing that was still left was the healing cut going across his stomach and chest.

Draco's eyes opened. Soft sheets were draped around his body and an open window let warm beams of sun touch his skin.

Slowly he got up.

As he shuffled his feet across the carpeted floor of Samantha's room he stopped. Samantha was on the floor, sleeping, curled up under a thin blanket. She looked cold.

Grabbing a blanket off of the bed he brought it over to her. Draco pulled the blanket gently over her small frame.

Samantha opened her eyes.

Draco stepped back, embarrassed. "Sorry to wake you," he muttered. Blood rushed to his cheeks, "you looked cold."

She got up, stretching her arms as she did. "It's ok," she said softly. As she brought her hands above her head to stretch her shoulders it brought her pajama top up, exposing her stomach. Draco tried hard not to stare, but he couldn't help it.

Finally he managed to pull his gaze away.

Samantha said something, but Draco didn't hear. He was too busy staring at her. She was so beautiful.

"What?" he said awkwardly when he realized she was waiting for an answer.

"I need to check your cut," she said.

Draco nodded yet he didn't move. He didn't know what to do. It was as if she had put a spell on him.

Samantha walked up to him, Draco felt his cheeks become hot.

As she undid his button-up shirt he shivered, every so often her fingers would brush against his skin. He found it hard not to kiss her right there.

"It looks good," she said, "It'll scar though."

Draco swallowed. He could smell a faint scent of cherry blossom coming from her hair. He couldn't remember a time in his life where he was this infatuated with a girl. But at that moment all he could think of was Samantha. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, and feel her soft skin against his hands. He wanted to hear her voice, smell the intoxicating scent of her hair.

He bit his lip.

Samantha

Samantha could clearly see that Draco was drawn towards her. Anyone could see it. Maybe the beating from Voldy had done something to him, broken down a few walls.

But she wanted him too.

Ever since Hogwarts she had admired him from afar. She felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault. His parents were just bad influences on him. She wanted to help.

She loved his bleach blonde hair, his blue gray eyes, his body toned from years of Quidditch.

And so… he kissed him.

Draco

Once her lips touched his, every nerve in Draco's body was active, energized.

He kissed her back, loving the feeling of her kiss. After pressing their bodies closer together, Draco's hands came around her neck, letting her soft hair cascade over his hands. Samantha's hands ran under his shirt, up and down his back.

He moaned with satisfaction. Their touch was electrifying.

Somehow they found themselves on her bed.

Samantha slid his shirt off his shoulders, stripping him down to his boxers. Her shirt was gone, down to a bra and panty. Draco's muscles clenched and released, Samantha made his heart soar. She grabbed his hand, sliding it into the side of her black satin underwear.