I'm crazy.

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*Around we go around again in circles, play this game over again...*

Every word Draco was saying was truth. There was a long pause, during which Draco had gotten close enough to me that I could sense the coldness he carried with him once again.
"I can't do this," I said quietly.
"Why?" Draco picked up my wrist and the apple dropped from my hand; I'd forgotten that I still held it. Ambrose picked it up and turned his head toward me, just holding it with his tongue and front teeth. I realized the horse was waiting for a response from me. I smiled.
"You go ahead and have it," I said. I heard the faint crunching as Ambrose chewed the apple to bits. When I looked at Draco, he was smiling, with teeth. It was strange to see a real smile on Draco's face.
"He understands."
"Yes," Draco said. His fingers wrapped around my wrist weren't so bloody cold at that second. I tried to connect the dots, looking at the white horse with its black eyes and then at Draco, and back and forth again. There was nothing evil about the horse's eyes, despite the shade with which they caused him to look at the world. As if having waited for me to understand some tacit lesson, Ambrose lifted his head up and down in a nodding fashion before turning his giant, statuesque body and trotting slowly away. I watched the beautiful creature join its family. I was taken from my daze by the feeling of something on my head. Draco was touching my hair, his eyes darting back and forth over my visage. I didn't even try to stop him.
"You said I know nothing about love. I can prove you wrong, if you'd dare let me."
I felt flushed then and closed my eyes as the heat rose to my cheeks. I felt his kiss again, and then this sensation as if I was being whisked away out of time and space. I found myself standing in Draco's bedroom; he had taken me there. With a rush, I felt the same discomfort as before, waiting for my stomach to catch up with me. I thought I might fall over. Draco caught me.
"Here, sit down," he said, leaning me on the bed. I waited for my head to stop spinning, and finally looked down at Draco, who was kneeling in front of me, gazing at me intently. I noticed for the first moment how he was positioned between my parted knees, both hands resting on the caps, and his touch was not freezing. For a while, I just looked back, contemplating. Draco gripped my knees and gave me this pleading look. I picked up his hands and placed them on my waist. Slowly he rose and kept coming toward me, until I found myself lying back, gazing into those clear eyes. He dipped his head slowly and kissed me. I felt the weight of his body then, and it was as though we were one. Draco was chilly for a bit before the heat from my body warmed him up. I placed my hands on Draco's chest through his half unbuttoned shirt. He moaned against my lips, suckling the bottom one lingeringly.
"Draco," I said. He did not stop.
"What did you do to me?" I asked. He wore a dreamy expression, the blonde hair disheveled about his portrait perfect face.
"It's not what I did; it's what I'm about to do," Draco said so near my face before leaning in to kiss me. I turned so his lips landed on my cheek, where he sighed and started at my neck with the kissing, suckling, sighing. I nearly turned to putty in his hands, my heart thumping with excitement.
"No, I want to know," I said, grabbing his shoulders. Draco gazed down at me puzzled, "What are you talking about?" I grew angry that he appeared to be playing dumb. I sat up, causing Draco to shift.
"I'm not falling for this," I said. Draco got up so fast that I swear he had levitated off the bed.
"I haven't done anything to you, what are you talking about?" Draco asked. His voice was so honest that it slowed me down in stepping back into my sandals, pulling the straps of the dress back up my shoulders. Draco grabbed my arm.
"Angelina, I'm serious—what the devil are you talking about?"
"You put a curse on me," I said, attempting to pull my arm away, but in vain against Draco's grip.
"What? Just now? Absolutely not! I think I know when I—"
"No, not just now," I explained, "That night, the car accident. After you healed me, you did something else," I said. I shook my head, closing my eyes before speaking to myself.
"I should have known better. Damn, Angie. Everything I'm feeling, everything I'm thinking—"
"Has nothing to do with what I did to you," Draco said, cutting me off, "I only healed you, remember?" He asked me gently. He embraced me, and I fought.
"I don't believe you," I said through gritted teeth.
"I can't believe you almost got me in your damned bed, you sick prick." I felt angry, but I blinked to find that my eyes were watering.
"You're not serious," Draco said hopefully. He sighed, "There is no spell or curse capable of rendering a witch to love another. Potions, sure, but I didn't..."
I finally made my way out of Draco's embrace.
"Angelina, I'm telling you I never—"
"Then what did you do to me?!" I screamed. Draco sighed.
"Tell me!" I demanded. A cold unhappiness replaced Draco's dreamy gaze.
"It was just a tracking spell of sorts," he admitted.
"Of sorts?" I asked. And then I recalled that unfortunate day in London that I ran into Pansy. Draco had arrived at the last minute, right before she killed me.
"But...how did you know Pansy was going to kill me? That only explains how you knew where I was, not that I was about to die."
Draco's face reddened a bit.
"...Draco," I urged.
"You were thinking it. You couldn't believe you were about to die at the hands of Pansy Parkinson. I couldn't tune that out of my thoughts. I'd only meant to keep an eye out, lest you exposed me to anyone. You almost told that bloody Weasley," Draco spat the last few words with disgust. And then he carried on angrily, "All you ever think about is George and how you wish you hadn't hurt his feelings. I don't know what pisses me off more; the fact that you think about another man when you're married, or the fact that you thought you could use Javier to get under my skin. You don't even actually like him the way you do me, but you deny it like a crime," he said. The coldness was returning as Draco stepped toward me.
"You've been in my thoughts?!" I screamed. Before I knew it, I whipped my fist across Draco's face. He looked slowly back at me as I cursed him up the wazoo, a solid red line dripping down his philtrum. Before I could hit him again, he dematerialized, leaving me there alone, fuming.

Draco was not there the following day. By nightfall, I hadn't even seen Javi. I thought it odd, but didn't think much of it. But the next day passed and I neither saw Draco, nor Javier. A week passed. I could have just left, I thought. Maybe it was all over and everything would be fine if I just left. But as I looked out the window where I sat with a cup of peppermint tea, Ambrose stepped gracefully towards the door where he stopped and waited, the sun shining off his golden horn. I thought about the horses then and wondered if they'd just gone so long without being groomed the way Javi or Draco often took care of them. Ambrose neighed and I thought him to be addressing me. I stood and walked to the crystalline glass, which opened without me even touching it. I wondered if the horse was as capable of using magic as I. He took a few steps back, allowing me to step outside the house.
"What is it?" I asked, cupping his face. He made some snorting sounds and shook his head, as if speaking. He then turned his head against me and pushed me so I fell on his side. I gasped and resumed my stance in front of him. Ambrose moved me again, and then I knew he was trying to communicate something. He knelt down on his front legs and eventually I understood that he wanted me to mount him. I climbed up on his smooth back, and he started out into the yard where he had perfect clearance. He stood there a while and I wondered what was going through his head. I pondered, just sitting there, petting his mane. I ran my hand up the length of his horn and a flashbulb memory of Draco making this same motion, using that handkerchief with which he cleaned off my blood was suddenly before my eyes.
"Draco," I said. "Do you know where he is, Ambrose? Take me to Draco." It was as if I'd said some magic word; Ambrose slowly began to stand on his hind legs, and I leant forth to grasp his neck so I wouldn't fall. And then he began to gallop, taking clear off the ground in three bounds. I held on tightly as we made it off the island and into the sky. It was a beautiful sight below, the ocean and the land. I then thought this to be a bad idea. Suppose I fell or that this journey would last a matter of hours? After about five minutes of flight, there was a bright light that appeared to be coming off the tip of Ambrose's horn, and I thought with fear that he was flying into the sun, as I felt such warmth. I didn't know how to make him stop, and then it was so bright that I couldn't see and had to close my eyes for the light. I was met with such silence then, the type of solitude you feel when underwater. And then I felt him trotting. I was met with cold then. I knew I was no longer in the Galapagos. I opened my eyes to find that I was in a completely different location. I took in my surroundings to find that Ambrose stood amongst rubble. And then I noticed the smoke. The ruin was a building that had been standing what looked like no more than a few hours earlier. I saw what looked like a soot covered hand sticking out from under some debris. Ambrose walked past it. I wondered where he'd taken me. Why to what appeared to be the scene of a crime?
"Do you accept?" seethed an angry, familiar feminine voice. Ambrose stopped right before a pile of burnt debris.
"Over my dead body, Death Eater," choked a voice, which then let out a scream before going silent. I stepped down off Ambrose, drawing my wand. The wicked woman laughed, pausing abruptly.
"Who's there?" Pansy Parkinson snapped.
"You will die if you do not accept to join us." Through the smoke a figure started at me. I shot a stunning spell but it was deflected. Parkinson screamed angrily, and then I started shooting deadly curses. I couldn't see her, but I wasn't going to let that bitch kill me. I kept throwing curses through the thick smoke, and they kept shooting away, my target deflecting them.
"Parkinson!" I growled. But the figure that finally emerged from the smoke was not Pansy. Draco looked at me with wide, enraged eyes. I gasped, not having expected to see him. Before I could react quickly enough, Draco grabbed my throat and I found myself standing back in the kitchen where I had been earlier. Draco wasn't there, but I knew he'd sent me. I looked around frantically, but I was alone. It was dark outside when I finally looked through the window. My tea sitting on the table had gone cold. I looked outside and saw Ambrose landing, a figure on his back. Draco dismounted him and rushed up to the back door. I started to my room but there was a cold breeze before me and there Draco stood.
"What did you think you were doing?" Draco asked angrily, "Are you mad bringing Ambrose there for everyone to see?" I thought of Javi's mistake and how angry it had made Draco.
"I shouldn't even be working on my honeymoon, but I'm tired of putting up with your bullshit! And another thing," Draco said, getting into my face and grabbing me, "You will become a Death Eater, or die. I can't keep telling the faction you're ill. And after the way you acted, I see no more reason to give a damn about what you want."
"Who died and made you king of anything?" I asked, trying to pry away.
"You fail to realize who's really in control here," Draco said with clenched teeth. I struggled against his iron grip, which was beginning to hurt me.
"I hate you," I said. Draco shoved me against the table, where I must have hit my head because I don't remember anything else..

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Draco wasn't angry; he was hurt. Angelina had hurt him, and she knew this. It only stung him more when she looked him in the eyes and told him she hated him. He let his pain get the best of him, something he hadn't wanted to do. It's why he left in the first place after their last interaction; he knew if he'd stayed, he might have hurt her. He managed to let his pain get the best of him when he found Angelina to be lying unconscious on the dining room floor. When she failed to get up and return fire as he had expected, Draco dropped to his knees, pressing his ear against Angelina's lips. He waited anxiously, and her breath tickled his ear. He was at some ease, but disgusted with himself and his actions. Draco slipped one arm under Angelina's legs and cradled her head in the other. He picked her up and slowly started towards the stairs, staring at her. He felt his heart race, and that same warm feeling that accompanied when in contact with her flesh. He saw with blurred vision and controlled himself, lest he weep blackness and ruin the dress Angelina was wearing. He carried her to her room and placed her in bed. Draco sat beside her, clutching her hand. He cried then, unable to suppress it. He recalled having cried that other night because of Angelina, something he hadn't experienced since becoming a Death Eater.
"I'm sorry," he sobbed, though he knew she couldn't hear him, "I'm so sorry." He kissed her hand. And then found himself in the throes of heartbreak, clutching her in his arms. She seemed so fragile there, and Draco didn't like it. She was unconscious; not the invincible Angelina he knew and had fallen so hopelessly for. Draco rocked back and forth, the sorrow consuming him. He shortly stopped, wiping his tears off Angelina's forehead. He placed her down, letting his lips make contact with her heated head. She was stirring and Draco dematerialized before she awoke, and she never knew he'd been there...

I nearly forgot how I got to my room, but assumed that Draco had carried me there. I wasn't sure what to do next. All I knew was that I managed to piss him off, and suddenly I felt so sad. I wondered if I had been wrong to try and find him. Had I been wrong to deny my feelings again? I just knew that I couldn't bear to love Draco while he did so much wrong, while he shamelessly killed, while he was far from human. What was I to do...?

Draco didn't return the following day. Javier still hadn't come around, either, until one morning I went down to the kitchen to find someone waiting with a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. It was a woman. I paused in the doorway and she turned around slowly to look at me. It was Narcissa. She had a very somber look on her face, and for a second, my heart jumped.
"Where's Draco?" I asked almost automatically. It was as if I'd had no control over suddenly thinking this. Narcissa closed her eyes, "Oh, he's alright, thank goodness." She beckoned me to sit at the table. I did so and she placed her hands atop mine where they rested on the table. Her skin was cool, but not freezing the way I remembered Lucius's to be.
"How have you been feeling? Draco said you had fallen ill a few weeks ago."
"...Better," I said, playing along with the lie. Narcissa smiled slightly, but it scared me.
"Are you with child? Perhaps it's why you've been sick. I remember falling ill for weeks before I realized I was pregnant with Draco."
I felt uncomfortable with Narcissa being so near me, and tried not to look so uncomfortable; she had no idea that Draco and I hadn't even consummated the marriage.
"N-no. I don't think so," I said, "Why are you here?" I asked at last. Narcissa pointed her wand over at the counter and a cup appeared before me, shortly pouring coffee into itself.
"You need to convince that boy to get some proper house elves," she complained shortly, shaking her head.
"...Lucius is dead," she said, a dark and sad look washing over her face, "I wanted to tell you...Draco should have been here taking care of you instead of out on one of his missions," she said, shaking her head, reprimanding her son, "He…he's always had difficulty dealing with strong emotions, even now. He prefers taking it out on others. Better it be Muggles and half-breeds than anyone else."
"Mother?" Draco said, apparating in. Narcissa stood up.
"Where have you been?" She asked angrily, approaching Draco. I was surprised when she slapped him.
"You knew we were trying to start funeral planning and you go and disappear on our family while we mourn."
"...Mother, I'm sorry," Draco said calmly. Narcissa slowly leant in against his chest. He enclosed her, and I thought it to look almost sweet, although I never saw Narcissa cry. Slowly and quietly I began backing out of the kitchen, at which point Draco's gaze made its way over to me. He didn't say anything to me as I quietly left the room, but I heard him ask his mum how she'd found the house, let alone the island. I disappeared upstairs to the study and library on the top floor of the house. I had a perfect view of the ocean there, the sun shining. I wasn't standing there longer than twenty minutes before Draco appeared in the window reflection. I never even heard him coming.
"What do you want?" I asked him flatly. I could just barely make out his grimace in the window. He began to speak, "I'm..." He sighed and I turned round. Draco looked down at me and the sun was glaring off his pale face, the eyes closed. He looked so bright that I could barely distinguish his features.
"Sorry…I had some things to do, and I'm sorry for leaving you here without notice."
"Well, whatever," I said plainly, starting around him, but he placed a hand heavily on my shoulder. I stared at it.
"I'm sorry," he said with somewhat clenched teeth, as if it were difficult to say.
"Yeah, you already said—"
"You know what else for," Draco said.
"It almost doesn't sound like an apology," I said, cocking my brow and shifting from under Draco's hand. A sorrowful expression befell his face. I was a bit taken aback.
"Your father...I'm sorry for your loss," I said before starting around Draco again. He grasped me by the shoulders suddenly and I was scared until Draco began to shake a bit, and without warning, he dropped to his knees, the black tears cascading, his arms wrapped about my waist as he sobbed. I was taken by utter surprise. I must've stood there for a minute while Draco wept silently, his body racking with what was clearly distress. Slowly, I pulled away from him, so that I was leaning against the window. Draco's eyes were closed and the black tears had stained my dress, now dripping onto the floor. Draco inhaled sharply.
"I'm...I'm so sorry," he breathed.
"This isn't about me," I said, "it's about your father."
"No…Not just him, Angelina...I'm sorry," he said with some frustration.
"Well, good...but don't believe for a second that you can try and trick me into anything," I warned, hesitant to feel sympathetic. Draco closed his eyes, and the sun practically drowned him out.
"Why would I try to trick you? I haven't, and I'm not," he said, composing himself. He still knelt there on the floor. I decided it was too hot for comfort up here, and turned around to pull the window open. I turned back around and gasped, bumping square into Draco, who caught me. His eyes were like bright beams in the sun, and the backless part of my dress allowed Draco's cool hands access to my skin. I'd been caught off guard. Draco just looked down at me for a handful of seconds before saying anything.
"You and I are expected to be present for funeral preparations and the wake," he said. He had wiped the black stains from his eyes and they were as clear as if he'd never even cried.
"So get ready. We leave back for England in four hours," Draco ordered. He turned and breezed away down the stairs.

The night had already fallen in cold England by the time we arrived at that familiar castle size manor that was the Malfoy's home. I never saw Narcissa cry, nor any of Draco's cousins, aunts, or uncles as we sat round the large table in the dining room, being served an opulent dinner by the dozens of house elves. There was a somber, cold look on most everybody's faces, though I couldn't help feeling as though I were surrounded by evil where I sat near Draco, who was at the head of the table where Lucius usually sat. His eyes were closed when I looked at him, and he barely touched his food.
"When is Angelina to take her initiation?" A voice asked from somewhere around the table. All went silent, aside from the clinking of silverware and China. Draco's eyes scanned the table, and I was glad I was the only one close enough to see Draco swallow hard when he heard this.
"Cousin?" The voice asked, a pale hand rising from between a pair of blonde women who appeared to be twins. The face leant forward and smiled down the table at Draco and I.
"She's here, so she mustn't be ill anymore," added the blonde young man. He looked to be around Draco's age, but his deep brown eyes were drastically innocent-looking as compared to Draco's.
"Daemon, I hardly believe this is the time to discuss such matters," Draco responded with some acrimony, "Can we not wait and honor my father as we should?"
"For Merlin's sake, can we focus on the present matter? My brother is dead," a woman added, and I assumed her to be Lucius's sister.
"Well, wait, Daemon is right. Angelina is a part of this family. Her proper place should be taken," another voice interjected. Draco's face was growing angered. I placed my hand atop his on the table before he could say another word. In surprise he looked at me a minute. I shook my head at him, hoping he knew what I meant. I had not agreed to become one of them; he knew I never would. Draco relaxed and everyone shut up for the time being. After dinner, we spent time talking about funeral arrangements. I was silent the whole time, hoping people wouldn't have noticed that I was still there. To look believable, as not to put myself at risk, I stayed by Draco's side. When many of his family members had gone home, it was soon just a few cousins left.
"I wish Bellatrix were here," Narcissa said, rolling up a giant parchment list. For a second, I wanted to laugh, recalling that Mrs. Weasley had put an end to her, but held my tongue. I realized my face was difficult to control, and the only way I could think to hide it was to bury my face in Draco's chest. I felt his arms around me momentarily.
"Come dears. You will spend the weekend here," Narcissa stated, leading off Draco's cousins. I heard steps retreating and suddenly, Draco peeled me off his body and looked at my face. Luckily I had composed myself by the time Draco looked at me. He cocked a brow slowly.
"Was I believable?" I asked, fighting a smile.
"Come on," Draco said coldly, pulling me along somewhere.
"I'm perfectly capable of following," I said, prying his grip off my wrist after several steps. Draco let go, but slowed until I was beside him. We seemed to be walking through a maze, I thought.
"Draco," I said hesitantly, slowing down. He finally stopped at a door in a lit corridor and pulled it open, waiting for me to walk through it. He rolled his eyes impatiently when I just stood there.
"It's only a bedroom," he said. I walked in and the lights went on. I nearly tripped over my suitcase which was sitting in the middle of the room, as I'd been too busy taking in the lush surroundings. I never ceased to be amazed by the opulence of the manor. Everything was a rich cream color, the marble floor glossy like dragon scales. When I had spun a full circle, I found Draco sitting on the bed, pushing his shoes off. I realized there was only one bed.
"So, is it mine or yours?" I asked. Draco looked slowly over at me.
"What do you mean?" When he noticed I was staring at the bed, he understood.
"We can't very well sleep in separate rooms here," he said, standing to go to the closet and put his shoes away. I realized I wasn't going to get my way this time. At least the bed was massive; I'd have my side, and Draco would have his. I reached for the fancy buttons and the zipper on the back of my dress, and hurt my shoulders in the process. I winced audibly, and shortly felt a soft breeze. I didn't even need to see Draco in the full length mirror to know he stood behind me.
"You're going to bloody rip it," he muttered, and I felt his cold fingers at my skin, undoing the buttons. He gently pulled the zip down, stopping at the small of my back. All I wanted was a hot bath. I moved away swiftly once Draco had done this, and rushed into the bathroom where I closed the door...when I came out, Draco was lying under the covers on his back, eyes closed, his pale chest visible atop the quilt. I thought he was asleep, so I tried quietly to get ready for bed. I slipped into the bed, as far away from him as I could. I saw that he'd neatly hung my dress in the closet, which was open. I got out of bed to close the door. I lay back after turning off the lamp. My eyes adjusted and I could see Draco under the moonlight. The ceiling let the moon and stars show through, reminding me of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. I closed my eyes, and felt the bed shift. Draco got up and walked quietly to the bathroom where the door closed. I heard the water run for a while. I kept my eyes closed. Fifteen minutes later, Draco came back to bed. I felt him get closer than he had been. Perhaps he believed that I was asleep, because he gently laid his forehead against my shoulder and wept silently. I fell asleep to this sound…

It was very, very early in the morning hours when I awoke again. I had done so because something was heavy on my chest. I didn't usually fall asleep on my back, but I had that night, and when I opened my eyes, Draco's head was resting straight on my chest. I started to sit up and he awoke. I paused before my face had the chance to slam square into his. We just stared at each other in the dimness, Draco's face pale and lifeless.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. There were no tear stains on his face, nor on the sheets when I looked down. I wondered if perhaps I had just imagined him crying. Draco got off me and lay down on his side, facing away from me. He didn't even pull the covers up over himself, and I was met with an uncomfortable coldness after he'd moved away. I shivered noticeably when I lay back down. Draco's head had been very warm on my chest, but the feeling was quickly fleeting. I felt him turn around after a few seconds. I lay there awake with my eyes closed. But after a bit, I opened them to find Draco looking at me. I looked away.

"I can't sleep with you staring at me," I said.

"And I can't sleep with you shivering like that," Draco retorted. I literally couldn't stop. It was as if this room lacked heat, which I hadn't noticed until Draco moved away from me minutes before. He moved closer to me under the covers, but stopped when I could just barely feel his breath and body heat. He looked at me, and I looked at him, hesitating.

"Why were you lying on my chest?" I asked at last. Draco closed his eyes.

"Must've rolled around in my sleep," he said carelessly.

"No," I said. Draco looked over at me.

"…You were crying," I said. Draco narrowed his eyes, but he knew I was right.

"Go back to sleep, Angelina," he said, closing his eyes again. I continued to shiver, pulling the covers up to my shoulders.

"You were crying yourself to sleep," I said, pressing on. Draco opened his eyes again and moved so fast that it surprised me. I shortly found him on top of me, pinning my hands against the mattress. He looked like he was about to scream in my face, but his lip quivered and he shook his head, closing his eyes. A sob broke from his lips and he pressed his face into my chest, gripping at my sides and weeping shamelessly. I let him. He was barely cold at that point, and it didn't burn my skin when his hand gripped my waist under my nightgown. Draco must've gone on for about three minutes this way, and soon he was silent. The pressure of his body was against me. He lifted his head and looked at me with a rather vulnerable expression I had never seen before. I wiped the black tears from under his eyes and he looked at me. He was upset about his father, I knew.

"You're fine," I said gently, "See?" Why I was being so kind then, I wasn't sure. Draco gripped my waist and I froze. He looked at me for a long time. I couldn't deny that he was no longer cold. Draco lowered his head and kissed my open mouth, not hesitating to let his tongue in. It was a seductive and deep type of kiss, the kind that caused my body to respond in ways I was afraid of letting it respond. Draco let me breathe after a moment and pressed his nose against mine.

"Please, Angelina…" he breathed, "Please don't push me away again. Please love me," he said so quietly. My ears felt heated, as if his words had set them ablaze. Draco ran his hand up my side and slowly down again, stopping at my panty line and slipping under. I grasped at Draco's chest as he kissed me again.

"You're just upset—we shouldn't—"

"Yes," he said desperately, knocking my pressing hands away from his chest. My heart did a summersault when he kissed me that way again. I was so distracted by his lips that I didn't even feel them tear when Draco ripped my panties off. He moaned into my mouth and pressed firmly between my legs, riding the gown up my stomach. He paused, sitting up on his knees to unbutton it, and I was naked underneath. Draco's torso was already bare, thus he made busy easing out of his boxers. He picked up my right leg and pulled me towards him, so that my head slipped off the pillow underneath it. He pressed his lips to my shin, kissing up it until I found him lying atop me again. Things had progressed too far for me to attempt to resist again; he was inside of me abruptly and I gasped. It had been far too long since I felt this much. Draco let out a relieved sounding sigh and inhaled, as if taking his very first breath. I looked at his face and found his expression to be of utmost desire as he steadied himself between my hips. Draco did not start gently, as this fire had intensified between us for far too long. His breathing was shallow and desperate. The sun was beginning to rise and his face was one of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen as the light began to pour in on us through the shades. I ran my hands repeatedly over Draco's back, the skin smooth to the touch, and no longer freezing as it generally was. His riled thrusts caused me to moan uncontrollably. There was no restraint in Draco's movements. I dragged my nails down his back and climaxed. I felt his lips on my forehead and he moaned, holding me in both arms so that my head rested in his palms. He kissed me for a bit and I couldn't believe what had just happened. I couldn't believe how relieved I felt, either, having denied for so long that I wanted Draco as much as he'd wanted me…

He fell asleep again right at my side, but I couldn't sleep after that. I got up carefully, stepping onto the cold floor, but there was something under my feet. When I looked closer, I found it to be my underwear, which were now torn in half. My heart kept jumping as I walked into the bathroom, still unable to believe anything…