Draco was waiting in the living room while I put the broom back in its place unnoticed.
I had just closed her bedroom door again when I heard the apartement door open and Min came in.
Her eyes grew wide when she saw us both.
Fortunately, the broom is already back in place, so only half the trouble.
"I assume you want permission to stay at Mr Malfoy's," she spoke calmly and composedly, which scared me a little given her normal reaction to Draco.
A permission to spend the night with him?
I actually hadn't thought of that at all, but it did sound very tempting.
But I realised that I would never get that permission.
I gave Draco a look that was supposed to say: 'I want to spend the night at your place incredibly badly, but she'll never allow it.'
He looked back with a look that knew exactly that would never happen.
"Since next week's exams are already here and you've both been doing a really excellent job of studying lately, I'm going to allow it."
Shocked, didn't describe what I was feeling in the slightest.
I must have misheard. She had allowed it?
That was way too much luck for one day.
First Neville, then flying and now this. Had someone slipped Felix Felicis into my breakfast?
It wasn't impossible, but the potion didn't last that long.
I just stared at my godmother and Draco didn't really seem to know what to say either.
"However, that permission is subject to a condition."
I rolled my eyes. Of course it is.
"You are both adults and therefore aware of any consequences of certain actions. I cannot and will not forbid it as I cannot control it but I urge you both not to lose sight of your future.
I will see you tomorrow at breakfast."
And with that, everything was settled for her, as she went into the kitchen and made herself some tea.
Draco and I still stood rooted to the spot, unable to even say anything, let alone move.
"I really don't know how long you two are going to stand there but if you want to be downstairs before curfew, you should get going so slowly.
And I advise you to be down before curfew, but I won't allow an overnight stay for breaking the rules."
"I'm really allowed to spend the night at his place?", I asked cautiously as I broke free from my stupor, still in disbelief.
"If you ask again, I might change my mind. So go on then, hurry up before I actually change my mind."
That had been my cue, I grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him out of the apartment so fast that Min had no chance at all to object.
I called out, "See you in the morning," and then closed the door behind us.
Draco still said nothing as I pulled him through the corridors. When we got to the part where the chance of being seen was too high, I transformed and ran ahead of Draco into the dungeons.
The common room was bustling and it took us a few minutes to make it to Draco's room.
As soon as the door was locked behind us, I turned back and dropped onto the bed, exhausted.
"She really allowed it," he murmured more to himself than to me. I sat up as he sat down beside me on the bed.
"Now what?", I asked quietly. He looked at me out of his sparkling grey eyes, then looked down at my lips for a moment before turning his gaze back to my eyes. I began to grin.
This is exactly what I had in mind.
My hand stroked his cheek, moved to the back of his neck and I pulled him closer to me.
Carefully, I placed my lips on his. He immediately returned the kiss and pulled me onto his lap.
Our tongues continued exactly where they had left off down at the lake and the tingling in my stomach that always occurred when I kissed him became a slight tugging again.
My hands wandered through his hair while he held me by my hips and didn't move his hands a bit.
I broke away from him and began to kiss along his jawline.
He must not have shaved today, because the little stubble on his beard stung a little. But that didn't bother me a bit.
His hands were still warm on my hips and I wished he would move them, wished he would touch me.
I worked my way down from his jawbone to my neck and it took all my self-control not to cover him with hickeys.
He leaned his head back in pleasure as I kissed along his collarbones to his shirt collar, which was already two buttons down.
When had he done that?
I didn't really care when he had done it.
I took my hands out of his hair and carefully stroked the buttons of his shirt. Where my courage came from to do this I didn't know.
I stopped the kissing and looked at him questioningly to get his approval for what I was about to do.
He just nodded, but kept his eyes closed, so I couldn't see what emotions were reflected in them.
With trembling fingers I gradually opened each button of his shirt.
I was spellbound by every millimetre of skin that was revealed to me and when I had undone the last button, Draco released his hands from my hips and slipped the shirt off his arms.
I just stared at him.
This wasn't the first time I had seen his naked torso but never before had I been so close to him.
The long scars that stretched across his entire upper body cut his otherwise flawless skin. Involuntarily, I asked myself again how these scars had come about, as they were obviously the result of a curse.
My fingers were still trembling and Draco drew in a sharp breath as I carefully traced a scar from his shoulder across his chest.
"You have cold hands," he whispered and directly I withdrew my fingers.
Curses. Never would I be able to muster the concentration to keep my fingers warm while touching Draco.
It was simply impossible.
He now opened his eyes again and looked at me. His eyes literally glowed and he smiled slightly.
He was really beautiful.
Suddenly his warm hands disappeared from my waist only to close around my hands seconds later. He now held our hands between us and didn't break eye contact for a second.
"Let's warm your hands first," he whispered so seductively that everything inside me contracted and I involuntarily started chewing on my lower lip.
I felt his warmth and his energy now flowing through me via his hands and this feeling gave me goosebumps.
"Better?" he asked after a few minutes and I nodded.
"Thank you," I whispered as he let go of my hands again. I immediately missed his warmth and wanted to scream at him to touch me again when I felt his warm hands on my hips again.
"May I?", I asked cautiously, staring at his naked torso. I looked up only briefly to see him nod and then returned my gaze to the myriad of scars.
With fingers that were now much warmer, I traced the scars.
They were all similar in thickness, but all different in length. There was no discernible pattern, they were simply random across his torso.
The question of where these scars came from grew louder and louder in my mind until I could no longer hold it in.
"How did this happen?", I asked cautiously, looking up at him. I was afraid I would have ruined everything with that question but he just smiled at me.
"Do you really want to know?" I nodded.
"Potter," was his curt but calm reply.
"Harry?", I asked confused, pausing in my movement.
"He pretty much hated me but now we're even."
That didn't really explain why he had cursed him, especially because Harry didn't strike me as the type of person to just curse fellow students but that answer would have to do for now.
He didn't give me much more time to think about it, because his hands, which had been resting on my hips, slid up my back and pulled me towards him.
Our lips joined in a passionate kiss. This time he was the one who broke away from me and now spread gentle kisses on my neck.
Merlin, each little kiss sent little jolts of electricity through my body and I couldn't help but sigh in surrender.
Unlike him, I wasn't wearing a blouse that he could have easily opened. I nodded as he looked at me with his still glowing eyes and already I felt his warm fingers on the hem of my shirt.
Excruciatingly slow, he pulled it over my head without touching my skin once.
Now I sat on top of him clad only in my bra while he carelessly dropped my shirt on the floor.
When I had got ready for school this morning, I had not expected this day to end like this. So I just wore a plain light blue bra.
And even if I had known that someone would get to see my underwear today, I still wouldn't have had a particularly pretty one.
But I was less concerned about my bra, more concerned about what it held or didn't hold.
I was small and slender and my bust was rather below average.
In contrast to Astoria, whose bust Draco was used to, my chest looked like that of an immature child.
But that's exactly what I was, I was an adult in age but I was naive and inexperienced.
What in Merlin's name was I doing here anyway?!
Suddenly I was unspeakably uncomfortable with all this and wanted to wrap my arms around my torso to cover myself but Draco held them tight.
"Your so beautiful," he breathed reverently and those breathed words made my breathing go heavier.
He stared at my body for a few more seconds until his gaze moved back up to me.
Our eyes met and I silently gave him permission to continue.
He spread feather-light kisses on my collarbones and my shoulders. And finally, after weeks of longing, he touched my bare skin with his fingers.
His fingers gently stroked up my side, from the waistband of my trousers up to the base of my bra.
His touch burned like fire but it was anything but unpleasant.
The tugging in my stomach grew stronger and a fog spread in my mind that allowed no other thought but Draco and his touch.
His fingers moved from my side to my stomach and I barely suppressed a groan, his touch felt so good.
It was amazing, I felt his warmth and his energy and... .
Now that I had closed my eyes and was only concentrating on Draco's every little touch, I registered something that took my breath away.
I quickly slid off his lap, even if it meant escaping his touch but the realisation of what this situation with me on his legs was doing to Draco scared me.
My gaze was fixed on the bulge in his trousers and I started breathing faster when I felt Draco's warm hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
"I'm sorry, but I gave you a heads up about the effect you have on me."
His voice was calm and collected, so not what I was feeling right now.
Merlin, how could he be so calm with this?!
"I... I...", I stammered, noticing tears gathering in my eyes.
What was wrong with me? I wanted this too, didn't I?
I loved him. I trusted him. Then why was I so scared?
He put his finger to my lips and made me stop my very bumpy start of a sentence.
"We're not doing anything, and I mean anything, that you don't want. Not until you're comfortable with it and you want to."
I nodded even though I wanted to shout at him to just get on with it because I would probably never be ready.
But I stayed silent and when I blinked a tear came loose, which Draco wiped right away.
"I think we should go to sleep. That was a bit much for one day."
He kissed the spot where he had just wiped the tear away and smiled at me.
With nothing, with absolutely nothing I had deserved this wonderful man.