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Written for auction prompt - DracoRose
Word Count - 264
Counting The Moments
He knows it's a bad idea, but he cannot seem to force himself away from her. She's intelligent, she's beautiful, she's fiery and shes curious.
Her skin is soft under his fingertips, her smile lights her face up, and her moans are like music to his ears. He draws her pleasure from her gradually, until she's begging for him to finish her.
Her face as he eventually pushes her over the edge is the most spectacular sight in the world.
When she dresses afterwards, her face pink with the aftermath of pleasure and just a little bit of embarrassment, he lays in bed and he watches her.
The hotel room is anonymous, but she could make even the most clinical of rooms magical by just standing in it.
"Same time next week?" she asks, meeting his eyes for the first time since she left the bed.
He nods. "Of course, Miss Weasley."
Her cheeks flush brighter still, and he cannot stop himself from leaving the bed, from wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his lips to hers.
"You are utterly beguiling, Rose," he murmured against the still slightly damp skin of her neck. "How do you even exist?"
She laughs, the sound free and easy and he wishes he could bottle it to listen to whenever he is feeling anything other than fantastic.
"I'll see you next week, Mr Malfoy," she murmured seductively, nipping at his bottom lip.
Draco watches her go, and falls back onto the bed, his eyes on the ceiling. He's already counting the moments until their next meeting.