A/N: ok, I was optimistic and thought you'd all finally got it but from a new review, apparently not! Please do not show me the URL to Bellatrix Lestrange's wiki page, I know my facts and I know in the god damn books she is Narcissa's sister and Mya would be related to Draco. HOWEVER and this is a veeeery important point so please read carefully, in MY version, in THIS story, Bellatrix Leatrange is not a member of the Black family, she is NOT Narcissa's sister. I have changed some facts for this story considering I'm pretty sure Lucius doesn't actually beat his son and there is no actual Mya Lestrange. Why is this so hard for some of you to understand? Please, for my sanity stop telling Mya and Draco are related, in this version, no they aren't.

Oh and on a side note, thank you to the person who corrected me on how to spell Blaise, I was rushing to get the chapter up and hadnt checked names properly so I'll correct that at a later date.

Warning: Oh and uhm, this chapter's basically smut... Eh I decided I wanted to try it, plus come on, you knew it was coming eventually. Alas I don't really want to put the whole story up to an M rating, so this chapter alone is M rated, you probably shouldn't read it If you're under M...

She slid towards him on the bed, unable to take her eyes off his, watching them turn dark with desire and feeling her skin prickle in response. Their mouths met hesitantly, gently and Mya was caught off guard by the softness of it. His lips were warm and light, and she felt the tight restraint in his body. Draco was holding himself back for her as though she could break at any second.
He pulled back with obvious difficulty. "Are you sure?" His voice was hoarse and breathless, need evident. Mya had never heard him sound quite like that before and in that moment she was never more sure of anything in her entire life.

This time she kissed him, pressing against him tighter, her own desire rivalling his. His hands were running all over her, warm and inconsistent, grasping her hair, the back of her neck, her waist, her thigh, and in the back of her mind she realised it was nothing like with Fred. This wasn't joking or relaxed. There was something raw about the way Draco seized her, the way he wanted her, tasting her lips with desire, pulling her hips tightly against his so she could feel his hardness. They pulled at each other feverishly, unable to get close enough, until she was practically on top of him.

His brain had shut down at the touch of her lips, not wanting to think about the consequences of the situation through properly. And even less so as her hands tore open the buttons of his school shirt to get her fingers on his pale skin. Even though she'd seen him half naked more times than she could count it was still a beautiful sight. Yes, there were definitely too many clothes in the way still. His tie was next to go, being thrown haphazardly to the floor, shortly followed by the unbuttoning and removing of his trousers and finally boxers. How long had he stared at that delicate mouth, watched as it shot fierce insults at him and swore hatred, excited him, matched him, and now it was against his, swollen and bruised already from the intensity.

He'd removed her school clothes within seconds, showing up whatever quite attempt she'd done with his moments earlier, and was now pulling down the thin black laced strap of her bra, kissing along the exposed shoulder and up to her neck. The blondes hands roamed her body, slowing down only to undo the remaining clasp of her bra and caress her breasts before returning to their mission. He wanted to touch all of her, spend lifetimes discovering every inch and curve of her body. Mya let out a moan, clutching his hair, causing Draco to smile against her skin, pulling her head down to his for another hot kiss as he took off her remaining underwear without breaking their lips.
"I want you," he breathed into her ear desperately, his mouth travelling from her jaw back to neck, grazing the soft skin there. Mya felt a shiver of pleasure run down her spine at the comment, wanting to say it back but her head was too foggy to get the words out. His hands were everywhere, tingles of pleasure rushing through her nerves.

Suddenly she felt him hard and hot, moving inside slowly, and they both froze, her breath warm on his face.

Oh god.

They stared at each other, no longer frantic, uncertainty seeping into the little air between them. She was breathing hard, suddenly aware of her hand gripping the now messy platinum blonde of his hair, the other on his bare back, able to feel the slight indents of scars as the concealment charm was wearing off. Less than 2 months ago she'd hated him, blaming him for everything his father had made him do. And what if his father found out about this; or her mother for that matter? Witnessing a kiss had nearly driven them apart, but they were closer than ever right now. She clenched around him involuntarily, causing the usual grey eyes to become dark and heavily lidded with lust. It made her shiver, unable to look away.

Draco kissed the line of her jaw again, softly this time, as if reassuring her through touch everything would be fine, before pushing deeper. Mya shut her eyes, ignoring the unnatural pain she felt and tried to focus on the pleasure.

Yes…

She must have spoken aloud because the corner of the Slytherin's mouth curved into a satisfied smirk, her lips crashing down onto his in an attempt to get rid of it. He moaned himself at the look in her eyes as they reopened, the desire and increasing pleasure, knowing that his own most likely mirrored hers. Draco had to master up all of his self control as she started moving her hips to meet his, feeling like it would all be over in a second if he let go, and that would just be embarrassing. He clenched his fingers around her thin waist and kissed the brunette hard, letting her control the pace even though he was desperate to be in charge. Whoever said Draco Malfoy wasn't a gentleman? He watched as her head fell back drinking in her small whimpers and moans of his name, his lips instantly latching on to the new exposed skin.

The blonde held her hips tighter, deepening his thrusts as he began to take charge, letting his hands roam her body again, though kept them momentarily still as her moans became faster and higher in pitch, somewhere in the back of his mind glad he had his own room on a completely different floor. Mya gave a satisfied sound, almost of relief, and he began to thrust into her faster, deeper, harder, unable to get enough of her. She pulled him closer, their bodies pressing together and moving in time, their voices blurring with the other. His left hand moved down to twine his fingers within hers and then he came, releasing everything that was wound up so tightly the past years into her, his mind going blank with ecstasy for what seemed like a small eternity.

When Draco finally opened his eyes Mya was kissing him, and he returned her kiss deeply, feeling contentment setting into his whole body, kissing her like he meant it. She sighed. Her legs loosened around his waist as they explored each other's mouths unhurriedly now. Draco was the first to pull away, taking in a gasp full of much needed oxygen as he untangled himself from her, waiting for Mya to almost tumble off sideways and lie down beside her.
"Are you ok?" he asked, as she lay her head on his chest, pulling her closer and exploring the curve of her back with his right hand. Ok was an understatement. She felt amazing, happier than she had in years and finally at peace with herself. And judging by the smile the blonde was giving off, he was experiencing the same thing.
"Mhmm" Draco arm tightened around her side as he lay listening to her breathing now slow and steady. He stayed awake long after Mya had been overwhelmed with sleep, tracing his fingers along the delicate skin of her forearms, shoulders and back. He had to find a way to kill Dumbledore, if not to please the dark lord, then to keep Mya out of harm's way.

A/N: Ok, so this was my first attempt, be kind :P There probably won't be much more of this in the story, I just wanted to give it a try.