"But I didn't take any sleeping things with me," I suddenly remembered.

"You can just wear some of my clothes. There's a second toothbrush in the bathroom and you can use some of my shower things too," he explained, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"But if you don't mind, I'd like to shower first," he laughed and when I realised what he meant, I blushed.

"Actually, I should be embarrassed, not you," he grinned at me and gave me a quick kiss before getting up, grabbing something from the cupboard and disappearing into the bathroom.

"Just help yourself and get something out of the cupboard or the dresser!" he called through the closed door.

A few moments later I heard the rush of water. I quickly put the thought of a naked Draco in the shower, doing things I didn't even wanted to say in my mind, out of my head again, because it made me very uncomfortable.

Indecisively, I stood in front of the wardrobe and rummaged through his clothes. The first time I looked at it, I knew I would definitely sleep in his quidditch jersey, but now that I had the chance, I took it to satisfy my unbridled curiosity.

Black was the colour that dominated his wardrobe. Although, strictly speaking, black was not a colour at all.

Besides black, there was a little dark green and a lot of grey.

Wow, very colourful.

After my foray through his wardrobe, I grabbed the jersey and sat back on the bed until Draco opened the bathroom door again.

To my surprise, he wasn't wearing any of those ugly pyjamas but a plain black shirt and grey sweatpants.

"No pyjamas at all?", I asked with a grin, eyeing him.

"Someone once told me they were ugly."

"Whoever it was must have had good taste," I laughed and squeezed past him into the bathroom.

Thoughts of Draco and what he had been doing here a few minutes ago were much harder to suppress now that I was standing in the shower with the water pounding down on me.

I touched my side with my fingers and stroked it the way Draco had.

It wasn't bad, it felt good, but it had nowhere near the effect Draco had just had.

I quickly turned off the water, reached for the shampoo and was amazed.

It was the same shampoo I had.

That was strange.

But I wasn't bothered by it, I was rather pleased and lathered my hair.

But as I had already noticed while rummaging through his cupboard, I was curious and I wanted to know why he had the same shampoo as me, since it was for curly hair.

"Why do you have shampoo for curly hair?", I shouted through the still closed door. I wanted to settle this question as soon as possible and I didn't want to wait the two minutes from brushing my teeth.

"What?!" he called back.

"The shampoo, I have the same one!"

"I know. It smells like peach and vanilla!"

I stopped in my tooth brushing motion.

Peach and vanilla. Peach and vanilla.

He owned this shampoo because it reminded him of me.

Sweet and a little creepy but mostly sweet, I decided.

After drying my hair and taming it into a braided pigtail and wearing the jersey, I shuffled back to Draco who was already lying in bed under the covers when I stepped into the room.

He stared at me and said nothing.

"Do I still have toothpaste on my face or why are you staring like that?", I asked, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

There was nothing, so why was he staring like that?

"Nothing... I..." he stammered and because he wasn't forthcoming I crawled onto the bed with him and crawled under the covers.

"You, uh what?", I asked as I snuggled in next to him.

"The Quiddicht jersey," he replied after some hesitation.

"I just liked that one best," I said with a grin, leaving out the fact that I had slept in that shirt before.

"But I can swap it if you want," I added sheepishly, only now remembering that he might object.

"No, no it's fine. I was just astonished, that's all."

He was embarrassed and blushed.

Something was up with that jersey and he wouldn't tell me.

"You're a bad liar Draco Malfoy. Now tell me what's wrong with this jersey," I said, playing serious and pouting.

What I wouldn't give to have the puppy dog eyes on right now.

"Draco please," I tried in as sweet a voice as possible and pushed my bottom lip forward a little more.

"You just look good in it, okay?" he grumbled and my breath caught again.

"Again? You're not serious now?! How old are you fourteen?"

"No, it's not that bad, it just caught me off guard."

Relieved, I let myself sink against his shoulder.

"Maybe I should put on one of your pyjamas. They're so butt ugly, even Astoria would look like a mountain troll in those," I laughed but Draco didn't seem to find that so funny.

The ex-fiancée was perhaps not the best subject now, in retrospect.

He turned to me and looked at me first.

"You're much prettier than Astoria, don't believe anyone who says otherwise," he said so sternly, as if it was incredibly important for him to tell me that.

Yet I knew that wasn't the case. Astoria was clearly prettier than me, she was taller, had a flawless face, beautiful eyes and a well-proportioned bust.

"But that's the truth. She's much prettier than me and you're only claiming otherwise because she's not the one in your bed right now."

His eyes narrowed and he looked at me almost crossly now.

"She is not prettier. Some may say she's beautiful but she's only beautiful from a distance. You're always pretty and even more so the closer you get.

My whole bed could be full of girls like Astoria and I'd still only have eyes for you.

You're beautiful, everyone can see that but you."

His voice got softer the longer he talked and the softer his voice got the more incredulous I stared at him.

"I love you Florentine Daisy Scamander," he whispered so softly it melted my heart.

He was so wonderful.

He might have his problems and quirks but to me he was always the perfect friend and that almost made me believe his words.

Let the rest of the world think what they wanted, let them all think I was ugly.

This man, this perfect, beautiful man with the inscrutable grey eyes thought I was beautiful and he loved me. And I loved him.

"And I love you Draco Malfoy," I whispered back before our loves joined in a careful kiss.

I snuggled into his arms and was asleep surprisingly quickly.

It had been a very long time since I had slept as restfully as I had that night. I didn't wake up once and I couldn't remember having had a bad dream.

I was dozing a little in my half-sleep when I felt a soft kiss on my hair.

I wish I could wake up like this every morning.

I opened my eyes sleepily and turned my head a little to the side where a not particularly sleepy looking Draco smiled at me.

"Did I wake you?" he asked quietly.

"No you didn't, I was already awake."

And even if I weren't, being woken up like that could never be bad.

"How did you sleep?", I asked, snuggling a little closer to him again.

"Pretty good by my standards," he replied with a grin.

"Same," I laughed, before he could even ask the question back.

His hands stroked my back while I just enjoyed his closeness.

I wanted his fingers on my skin, I wanted to feel his warmth and magic and the shirt was just annoying right now. Besides, he explicitly avoided touching my skin again.

Maybe I just had to force him to do it.

I moved away from him a little, but only enough to move my head up to kiss him.

He grinned into the kiss, which he returned directly. He still tasted like yesterday's toothpaste and just like Draco.

My hands went under his shirt, firstly because I wanted to touch him and secondly in the hope that he would do the same. It was rather the opposite that happened.

He detached himself from me, sat up briefly to pull his shirt over his head.

His muscles looked even more defined in the blue twilight that fell through the window, which didn't make it any easier for me to tear myself away from the sight.

As quickly as he had detached himself from me, I was back in his arms and being kissed by him.

My fingers traced the contours of his muscles on his back, exploring every inch of naked skin that presented itself.

And I wanted that too, wanted to be touched by him.

Every inch, no matter how small, should feel the touch of his fingers.

I was almost frightened by my own thoughts, but only almost.

This was nothing to be ashamed of, Draco was my boyfriend, it was normal to want to be touched by him.

Desire was something that was completely foreign to me. I had never craved anything as much as I craved his touch now.

I was sure I would even dream about it after this night.

I desired him and I craved him, every fibre of my body screaming for him while his tongue played with mine.

It was not enough, I wanted more, wanted more of him.

Without regard for Draco, I sat up, which earned me a very confused look on his face.

This quickly changed from confused to terrified as I grabbed the hem of my shirt.

"What are you doing?" he asked hoarsely without taking his eyes off my fingers for a moment.

"Only what I want," I answered in a rough voice as I pulled the shirt up a little at a time.

It didn't really occur to me that this was perhaps an unfair move, since he had undressed as quickly as possible.

I went so slowly because I expected my brain to regain control and stop me.

But it didn't.

My shirt had now already exposed my entire belly and now I stopped short as I was about to pull it completely over my head, revealing my then naked insecurity from last night.

There would be no bra there to protect me, to hide me.

He thought I was beautiful, he loved me, I called to myself again and then I finally pulled the jersey over my head.

I was now sitting in front of Draco completely naked except for my panties and to my surprise I wasn't as uncomfortable as I expected.

My breathing quickened and I noticed how my hands began to tremble the longer he said nothing but just stared at me.

My thoughts began to race.

This was a mistake.

Why did you do that?

I'm sure he thinks you're ugly.

Of course he thinks you're ugly, look at you. Astoria is his standard, and you? You're not an Astoria and you never will be.

He had sat up now and was looking at me, only I was afraid to look him in the eye.

"You'll kill me someday Scamander," he breathed in a low voice.

His fingers touched my cheek and I immediately flinched.

He stroked my neck from my cheek down to my collarbone.

All the while, his gaze remained on my face, as if he wanted to make sure he caught any change in my mind right away.

I just nodded and drew in a sharp breath as his fingers moved further down.

They drew a hot trail from my collarbones, down over my breastbone and down from my belly button.

It had been a long time since I could speak of breathing calmly.

I felt so useless sitting here doing nothing but breathing fast.

My breathing stopped when his hot lips met mine.

He pulled me by the waist onto his lap and I pressed myself against him. I didn't want to leave a millimetre of space between us.

Naked upper bodies met and this feeling made me forget everything.

After a tongue fight that was declared a draw, Draco loosened himself in front of me and looked at me through veiled eyes.

The desire I had just discovered in myself was visible in his eyes. They were literally screaming for me and yet I knew that we would only do what I wanted.

I wanted everything, but I didn't want him now, I wasn't ready for that.

Draco had been right back at the lake, I would do anything to be loved, I was too hurt and too naive. I had to give myself time, work against myself to do myself justice.

The temptation was there, it had been there so many times before and now stronger than ever, but right now, now when I was supposed to give in and give my body what my head wasn't ready for, now was the moment I understood and accepted it.

Today was not the day to sleep with Draco, it probably wouldn't be tomorrow and maybe not even in a week.

But the day would come, someday I would be ready and able to sleep with him without harming myself.

I just needed time.

Time and his love and patience.

I reached for his wrist, which was still resting on my hip, and slowly guided his hand from its place to my belly button and then up the way it had come.

Only this time I stopped at my chest and looked at him.

We had promised to be honest with each other and it was important, especially in a situation like this.

He needed to know where he stood and how far I was willing to go right now.

"I won't go any further than the waistline today, as long as you stay above it, everything is allowed for now," I explained calmly and put his hand on my breast.

Curses, curses, curses!

That felt way too good.

I faded under a touch and when he also began to move his fingers and now held my breast tightly, I was done for.

A sigh that almost resembled a moan escaped me and made me shiver.

"You are beautiful," he breathed with admiration in his voice and began to kiss me.

No, wrong, he started kissing my body.

Again starting at my collarbone, but this time straight down to my breast, which he was still massaging.

By Merlin, if he kissed me there now I would die.

Was it normal for it to feel like that?

Was it normal the way I reacted to him?

How was I ever going to sleep him if this was already driving me this far?

Damn it, he could make me come with his touch alone.

He spread kisses on my heated skin and even though I was so hot I started to shiver.

It felt like eternities but at the same moment only like seconds in which he kissed, touched and caressed me while I was unable to do anything but whimper his name from time to time.

At some point, and I really had no sense of time at all, we had shifted back to a lying position where I now lay completely exhausted in his arms while he stroked up and down my back.

"This is how every morning could start when you ask me," he mumbled, kissing my forehead.

Not just for you Draco, not just for you.