When Astoria woke, she was warm. She was lying on top of something soft and it smelled divine. Aria must have gotten a new perfume, she thought as she snuggled deeper into her sheets. They must have been freshly washed or something to be so soft. And the smell of mahogany and musk lingered in the air.

"Mmm," she sighed, curling into the warmth of the bed and inhaling on deep breath.

And then the bed chuckled. "Good morning pretty girl," a husky voice muttered.

Astoria's eyes opened and she shot into bed with a startle. Clutching her sheets to her chest, she looked down to see none other than Draco. In bed with her. "Ahhhh!"

He smiled and sat up with her, placing his finger on her lips. "Shh, Astoria. Do you want to wake up the whole castle?"

Forcing herself to take a few deep breaths, she calmed herself. She was utterly aware of the fact that her fingers automatically began to smooth her hair and rub her face so she at least looked presentable. "What are you doing in my room?" she finally asked.

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "Your room? I didn't realize you moved in with me."

She looked around with wide eyes. The fog of sleepiness had begun to leave her brain. I'm in Draco's room, she realized with dread as she stared at the familiar dark poster bed, cashmere blanket, stack of potions books, men's robes, his watch.

"Oh, Merlin," she whispered. Astoria turned back to look at Draco and squeaked loudly when she saw that he wasn't wearing a shirt-and of course he looked freaking amazing with toned abs and a smooth chest. The sheets in her hand were used to cover her eyes until she realized what a mistake that was when, instead of a view of his naked torso, she saw him in his underwear. Little Draco was definitely present, though he wasn't so little-

"AHHHH!" she screamed. Astoria rubbed at her now-closed eyes to try and rid her brain of the sight but it was no use. Draco's perfect body-it just had to be perfect-was burned into her mind. "WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"

Draco laughed. "Because someone is wearing my only set of pajamas."

Astoria opened her eyes and looked down to see the dark green silk pajamas that were definitely not hers. "Oh, Merlin," she repeated. With a huff, Astoria laid back on the bed and raised her arms above her head dramatically. "I'm ruined. My virtue is ruined."

Draco looked at her with a peculiar gaze. "What are you on about?"

"I've spent the night in a bed with a man. Not just a man but a naked man! My innocence is completely gone."

He laughed loudly. "Astoria, your innocence is determined by who you sleep with. It's by who you sleep with."

She raised a brow. "That makes no sense. You do realize that?"

Draco smirked. "Sleeping-just sleeping-is perfectly fine. Nothing happened and no one knows you're with me, not even Aria-"

"How?" she interrupted.

"Aria thinks you're with Daphne. Daphne thinks you're with Aria." It was a fragile system but she supposed it worked. She nodded. "Anyway... sleeping next to someone is completely innocent. Your virtue is still intact my love."

"But you said my innocence is determined by who I sleep with."

He grinned. "It's from who you make love with. Completely different from sleeping, though both do take place in a bed."

Astoria's cheeks turned bright red. It might have been naive of her but her parents had never talked about this stuff with her. Her grandmother only ever said to maintain her innocence until she was married. And Daphne... well, she knew Daphne's innocence had left the building years ago but that didn't mean she knew much about the process. When it came to stuff like this-boys, physical love, even puberty-she was hopelessly in the dark.

Her mouth made an "oh" shape but no sound escaped. Draco just chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ears. He leaned over her body and began to lightly kiss her neck, something that made her knees completely weak.

"My love," he whispered with a husky voice that had her melting. "I am more than happy to give you a demonstration. We can start now if you'd like so it's very thorough."

Astoria squeaked again and wiggled to get out from under him, something that made Draco snigger. Before long, his chambers were echoing with the sound of their laughter. Being with him like this... it felt natural. His light hair was hanging over his forehead as he looked down at her. She was sure that she wasn't a pretty sight in the morning, her hair wild and her makeup smudged. But Draco looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world. And right now, she felt like it.

"Good morning, darling," he whispered, cupping her cheek with his hand and stroking it with his thumb. His hands were cold and a little dry but it didn't bother her.

Astoria smiled at him. "Good morning, Dray." Mentally, she cringed at a hazy memory of her calling him that last night but she didn't bring it up.

His smile was soft but real. Draco bent down and lightly kissed her. Now that she was sober enough to truly experience it, Astoria felt flooded with warmth. For some reason, she wasn't bothered by the fact that he was hardly clothed. If anything, she liked it. As Draco leaned further into her body and their kiss, Astoria felt something shift within her. A warmth began to flood her veins. It was unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable. She squirmed to get away from him but that just seemed to make it worse.

It felt like a string was coiled inside of her, making her stomach feel hot and her body awkward. She felt like she had to pee but she was certain she didn't. Every inch of her felt wrong and right at the same time. Astoria moved again to try and relieve the uncomfortableness but, again, that made it feel worse, pushing her body further into Draco's while he kissed her tenderly, one arm wrapped around her waist while another propped his body up on an elbow.

He pulled back. "Is something wrong?"

Astoria pulled at her pajamas. "I feel odd," she huffed in a voice that was a mixture between a whine and a groan.

"Tell me what's wrong, my dear."

"I... I feel tight. It feels like something is wrong with my stomach and I'm hot and moving just makes it worse."

His eyes, which were originally full of concern, now flooded with amusement. "I believe," he muttered, "that you are feeling the effects of our kiss. That's when it started, isn't it?" She nodded, which brought a grin to his face. "You're turned on, Astoria."

"I'm WHAT?"

Draco chuckled and cupped her cheek again. "It's what happens when your body wants to make love. You're horny. Turned on. Didn't your parents ever tell you this?"

She shook her head. "No... no, that's impossible. I can't be turned on; I'm not ready for that."

"Sometimes our body and our minds go at different paces. But you're turned on, my love. That's why your body feels tight. It wants release."

"I'm not."

He looked at her with those piercing grey eyes. There were at least a dozen different emotions running through them but one of them was definitely amusement. "Do you trust me? May I try something?" She nodded to both questions.

Draco, then, moved completely on top of her, both elbows propping his body over hers. He brought his lips down to hers. She responded immediately, opening her mouth for him. His tongue invaded her, his mouth moving passionately against her own. Astoria felt the tightness coil inside of her. But before she could move, Draco pushed his groin into hers, his member pushing into her pelvis. She gasped breathlessly at the feeling but to her surprise, the tightness was relieved. It felt good.

He broke away and looked down at her. "Did that help?" The lingering smirk on his face signified that he knew his answer.

Astoria blushed and nodded. "Yes," she whispered. But then the warmth began to rise again. "Draco?" He looked at her expectantly. "Do you think you could... I mean, can you... will you do it again?"

Draco grinned. "Happily." He brought his face down to hers and whispered, his voice crawling across her face, "Whatever my lady wants, she shall get."

His lips smashed into hers so hard there might have been a bruise but Astoria didn't care. All she cared about was being surrounded, overwhelmingly, by Draco. His scent, his skin on hers, her hands in his hair, the groans in the back of his throat, his lips moving against her own. Her mind screamed, Draco... Draco... Draco.

His kiss was like a drug and Astoria was quickly becoming an addict.

Draco pushed his pelvis into her, grinding against her body in the same rhythm his mouth moved in. She gasped at the feeling of his... his dick. Oh Merlin, she was feeling his dick and it felt incredible. He seemed to know exactly where to move, whether that was through her movements or the noises that escaped her mouth involuntarily, she didn't know. Draco knew exactly what Astoria wanted and he gave it to her with such gusto that her mind was reeling.

The now-familiar tightness was filling her body. It was as if she had had a taste and now she couldn't get enough.

Her body began to rise to meet his, her back arching off the bed as her breasts pushed into his naked torso. And still, even with her hips creating their own movement and rhythm, it wasn't enough. "Draco," she moaned into his mouth. "Draco, I need more."

"Fuck," he hissed under his breath. "I can't believe I'm fucking saying this but baby, I don't know. You said you're not ready earlier and I don't want to push you."

She broke the kiss. "Y-you don't?"

She seemed to remember a conversation-a very brief one-with Daphne. "All boys do is push and push and push until they get what they want! I hate them! I hate all men!" Daphne had screamed.

"What do they push for?" Astoria had asked. This was a couple of years ago, perhaps her fifth year, but the conversation was fresh in her mind even now. It was probably the closest Daphne got to explaining anything to do with... making love.

"To sleep with you, of course! All they want to do is sleep with you as soon as they can." Daphne rolled her eyes at her sister's innocence. From that day forward, Astoria genuinely thought that sleeping with someone meant sleeping with someone. She had no reason to believe it was an innuendo, not when that was all Daphne said. Until Draco, Astoria simply thought that one's innocence was taken by sleeping with someone, as Daphne had, and she knew Daphne had slept with many people.

All they want to do is sleep with you as soon as they can. So why did Draco not want that? Was she not doing something correctly? Yes, she wanted to wait but Daphne made it sound like waiting wasn't an option for men. I'm so confused. I've never felt so in the dark about anything.

Draco nodded his head. "Of course I don't. I'll wait until whenever you're ready."

A half-smile came to her face. "But what if that's a long time?"

"Then I'll wait a long time. I've wanted you for years; I can wait a few more." He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Besides, what kind of ass would try to make you do something you're not ready for? We're taking this at your pace, Astoria. Every part of me belongs to you already. I'll happily take whatever parts you offer me."

She could feel her heart melt at his words. But before she could reply, Draco bent down and kissed her gently. It was a long kiss. A smooth one, too, with no tongue. And yet, despite its lack of fiery passion, Astoria thought it was the best kiss they had ever had. Because there was something in it, something indescribable. An emotion, she reasoned. One Draco poured into her in waves.

"Are you really willing to do that? For me?" she mumbled, staring into his grey eyes as she pushed herself into a sitting position. They were darkened with lust. Lust and... something else. But she had a keen feeling it was the same thing he put into their kiss. "You'd sacrifice all that time you could put into something else?"

And just like that, their conversation shifted. Sure, they were talking about making love still. But behind her words was a veiled question: You still want me even though you belong to someone else? Even though it could ruin your family? Your reputation? Your betrothal?

Draco must have sensed it. He gazed at her with a tender sort of affection, brushing her hair out of her face so he could look at her clearly. When he spoke, his voice was soft but firm. He meant every word he said.

"I'd give up anything for just a taste of what it's like to be loved by you."

Her lips parted. "Anything?"

Draco nodded. "I would take a month, a week, even ten minutes if it's all you could offer me. I am desperately in love with you, Astoria. I know I shouldn't be but I can't help it. I want you wholeheartedly. So please don't think that I'd be pathetic enough to give you up for something as simple as sex when I want so much more than that."

Astoria felt like her heart had just taken flight. Like wings had sprouted in her chest and lifted her off the ground. She swore she could hear a bird singing in the background. No, it was probably just the heightened rhythm of her heart. Darn arrhythmia. She still couldn't bring herself to curse, not even in her head, not even over Draco.

"But Daphne-"

"Means nothing to me. She's a good friend but I have heard she has a gorgeous younger sister."

She giggled. "Perhaps you should court her. I hear she has fine taste in shopping. You could get some nice, new things."

He grinned. "Nah. I've got everything I want right here." Draco pushed Astoria back onto her back. His large, toned body pressed up against her. Heat rose again inside of her body, manifesting primarily in the redness of her cheeks. "Only a fool would let a girl like you get away."

Astoria wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his face down to hers, stopping before they could kiss again. Her eyes raked over every part of his face. It was smooth. No blemishes, no scars except for a small one near his eyebrow. She would have to ask him about it later; it wasn't there when they were kids. Draco cleared his throat, drawing her attention back to his eyes. His beautiful grey eyes, the ones staring at her with adoration. He's in love with me, she thought as her heart made a little pitter-patter motion. Draco is in love with me. Little me. She could hardly believe it. And yet he was staring at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. He knew everything about her, even the things she knew she never told him. But he paid attention to her. Completely. And she supposed that having someone like Draco in love with her, caring about her endlessly, couldn't possibly be a bad thing. Sometimes morals could be wrong, she reasoned. This just had to be one of those times.

"Well," she whispered. "It's a good thing you're not a fool, Draco Malfoy."

A smirk overtook his features. "I never will be. Not with you."

He didn't waste another moment, pressing his lips to hers forcefully. His tongue began to explore her mouth again. She tried to force herself not to think about her dreadful morning breath and instead focus on what it was like to feel his body pushing into her again.

Before she knew what was happening, Draco had snaked one of his arms around to the small of her back, the other gently resting on her hip. He pushed it to the side, allowing himself to settle between her legs even more. Astoria gasped as his cock hit her in precisely the right spot. Just one little move and her body was again wound tightly with frustration and passion that were begging to be released.

He nipped at her bottom lip, bringing another breathless gasp out of her mouth. Draco was being a little more forceful than usual and she liked it. She liked the way he took charge, showing her exactly what to do in an area she was hopelessly clueless about. When Draco grabbed her hair at the same time he ground into her deeper, a burst of warmth hit between her lips. Astoria braced her arms on his chest. Fingernails curled into his bare pecs, surely leaving a mark. But he didn't seem to care. If anything, he seemed to like it. At least, if the groan that escaped his mouth was anything to go off of.

Lips began to move down her neck while strong arms pinned her in pace. Astoria sighed as he began to kiss her jawline again, his hot breath tickling her. She struggled to catch her breath, to force her heart rate to go lower, but it was no use. Every nerve in her body was coiled, waiting for the release Draco spoke of.

"I will not make love to you. Not now," Draco murmured, bringing his lips lower down her neck. "But we can do other things to satisfy you."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I can show you if you promise to tell me if I go too far." The prospect of Draco showing her something had her body going absolutely wild.

"Yes. Yes," she stuttered. Astoria was eager to feel the tightness stop, to feel the warmth between her legs get relieved. Every touch from Draco, every kiss, every caress, all of them just made it worse. Though, worse didn't seem quite the right word to describe it. The feeling increased, yes, but a part of her also really liked the way he sent her body into a complete tailspin.

He chuckled, a deep sound that had her pelvis going even wilder. Oh my word. Are my underthings wet? What is going on with me? But Draco would make it better. Draco would stop it. She knew it. Astoria realized with a startle that she trusted Draco wholeheartedly. It shouldn't have come as a surprise-he was the only one she had ever told about her condition outside of her immediate family; she hadn't even told her grandmother-but something about her trust in Draco made him even fonder for him.

"Alright, darling. I'll take care of you. I'll make it go away."

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With that, Draco took his hand off of her hip and brought it down to the hem of her pajamas, fiddling with the waistband. Slowly, he began to pull to soft fabric down her legs. "Is this alright?" he murmured. She nodded eagerly but Draco just laughed again. "Words, my love. This is your first time doing anything. I want you to be completely okay with everything I do."

She squirmed underneath him with a huff. "W-words are hard right now." That was an understatement. The heat was licking at every edge of her body. She just wanted it gone. "Please, Dray. I need this. I need you."

He sucked in a breath. "Fuck, darling, you're making it so hard to hold back."

With a little more force than either of them were expecting, Astoria grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. "Draco," she said firmly. Astoria may have been innocent and she may have been a submissive at heart but that didn't mean she was going to completely leave him in control. He clearly needed a push and she was more than happy to provide it. "I don't want you to hold back."

"Whatever my lady wants, she shall get," he repeated in a gruff time. It was then that Draco truly began to take her. He took her mouth in a bruising kiss, almost as if he couldn't get enough of her lips. Then, he yanked the silk pajama bottoms off. Though her dignity was somewhere inside of her screaming, Astoria couldn't help but feel anything but relieved. Acting on instinct, her hands moved from his chest down to her torso, fiddling with each button. Draco must have realized what she was trying to do and swiftly began to help her. When the thick long-sleeve was finally off of her, she felt free. Free and hot and tight.

Draco brought her closer, his lips never leaving hers. He rolled his body against hers. Without the pajamas to cover her, she felt everything. His soft skin, his hard member, his skin against her own. Astoria felt her body mold to his as he pushed forward, not even bothering to hide his arousal anymore. In between kisses, her breaths came in shallow pants. Her arrhythmia was going wild but it wasn't bothering her. If anything, it felt natural, her quick heartbeat matching her breaths.

When Draco rolled his member into her again, a soft sound escaped her. I just moaned. She would have felt mortified if not for the fact that it appeared to drive Draco wild. He groaned into her lips and brought one of his hands to her head, pulling at the hair against her scalp with his neatly trimmed fingernails. Kissing Draco almost felt like falling off of that broom. It was scary and exhilarating and completely irrational but she couldn't bring herself to care. It was also probably the stupidest thing she had ever done but her mind was so consumed by the boy on top of her that she hardly had time to worry about anything else.

He broke away from her, sitting up and allowing her to catch a much-needed breath. Astoria's head was spinning and she was sure that her heart would burst out of her chest if it could. As Draco's eyes raked over her body, he didn't even attempt to hide his desire. The grey became so dark it appeared almost black. One of his hands came up to his hair. She was surprised it didn't come out in chunks with how hard he was pulling it.

But Draco's eyes on her body reminded her of the fact that she was painfully and utterly naked. With a squeak, she brought her hands up to cover her chest. She would probably need a dozen hands to cover enough skin to be decent again.

Draco scowled and grabbed her small hands, ripping them away from her chest. It seemed like his eyes couldn't look away from her pale skin. He looked at her like her body was a work of art and she knew for a fact that it was not. Everything about her was small. Her breasts, her waist, her hips, even her height. A messed up heartbeat wasn't exactly conducive for proper development so her body had never been one to draw the eye. Even though puberty had given her a little bit to work with, it wasn't nearly as much as Daphne's.

Astoria wiggled, attempting to break out of his grip and cover herself again, but Draco was having none of it. "Stop it," he commanded in a voice that was befitting a Malfoy. He's so bossy, she thought hypocritically. "I want to look at you, my love."

"Why?"

"Because you're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "But it's nothing special-"

"It's fucking incredible," he groaned, leaning over her again and kissing her softly on the lips. "You look like a goddess, Astoria. I love every single inch of your body. It's like you were made to tempt me. Made for me."

She smiled. "Would you believe me if I told you I liked your body better?"

"Nope," he said with a cheeky grin. "Nobody can like you more than I like you. It's impossible. Though I will always accept compliments from you."

Astoria rolled her eyes. "Is there anyone you wouldn't accept a compliment from?"

"Touche, my love." His eyes sparkled with amusement. It was then that Astoria noticed the hand trailing down her body, now playing with her lacy underwear. It was black with white scalloped edges. From the way he bit his lip, Draco appeared to love them. "Now, where were we?"

"You were just about to take those off," she muttered. Merlin, did I just say that? It was as if some sultry sex-crazed woman took control of her. Perhaps she was just getting more comfortable. Draco's praise seemed to do wild things for her.

"Shame," he said with a pretend frown, staring at the underwear like they were the biggest inconvenience in the world. "They are rather pretty. But they are in the way."

Draco's lips quickly devoured hers again, dragging the black panties down her legs and discarding them across the room. She was completely and utterly bare for him. Under other circumstances, she would have been mortified. But she trusted Draco wholeheartedly.

"Just breathe, Astoria," he whispered. She was about to ask him what he was talking about-she was breathing perfectly fine-but she soon had her answer.

Draco's finger entered her folds, making her cry out in both pain and pleasure. The moan that escaped Astoria's mouth was loud. Her hands immediately shot to his back, clawing at it on instinct. As Draco penetrated her body in a way that was completely unfamiliar to her, tingles shot up and down her body.

"Fuck, darling," he hissed through his mouth. "You weren't kidding when you said you were tight. Merlin, your pussy is so wet and ready." He seemed like he was struggling, his finger remaining still inside of her. Draco's jaw clenched. He shut his eyes tightly.

"W-what's wrong?" she gasped through the million nerve endings that were frying her brain. "Why did you stop?" Please keep going, she wanted to beg but she forced herself to keep at least some of her dignity.

"Do you want the mostly true answer or the completely true answer?" Draco gritted.

"Both."

"The mostly true one is that I'm giving you time to adjust to feeling something inside of you."

"And the completely true?"

"That I'm trying very hard not to cum right now just from feeling your tight, wet pussy on my finger."

Astoria gasped in surprise but her breath was taken by Draco bringing his lips to hers. She could feel everything in his kiss. His frustration, his desire, his self-control that he was barely clinging to. At the same time, his finger began to push inside of her, moving to the same rhythm as his lips. Astoria's legs quivered. Her body began to intuitively move with his motions, grinding against his finger before Draco cursed under his breath and added another finger. His other hand was pushing her hips down, forcing her to remain still as she attempted to writhe on the bed.

Suddenly, Draco added a second finger, stretching her wider as her body clamped down on him. "Astoria, you are going to be the death of me," he groaned between kisses. Her mind was clouded with pleasure to respond with anything more than a moan.

In and out. In and out. That's what Draco was doing, hitting every spot as she felt her- her pussy become even wetter. "D-Draco," she managed to stutter, wanting desperately to cry his name.

"Shhh, be quiet for me, darling" he murmured, bringing his lips back to her neck and kissing it gently. She bit her lip to try and keep her moans in. Astoria practically felt the grin on her neck as he kissed and worked inside of her. "Good girl. You're doing so well."

The praise had her body tightening even more. Every part of her enjoyed Draco's murmured compliments. From the way he curled his finger into her even more while he continued them, he seemed to know. Then again, he knew everything about her.

Suddenly, Draco curled his fingers and hit a spot he hadn't hit before. She couldn't control the moan that left her mouth, her body moving on the body while she struggled to contain herself. "Draco... something's happening," she groaned, grabbing onto the sheets and curling her fingers into it. A heat was rising. It was a little scary and a lot unfamiliar. She wasn't sure if she wanted to follow it, didn't know where it may lead her. Every nerve was on fire, each sensation leading her to this unfamiliar place.

"Let go for me, my love. You can do it. Give it to me."

"B-but..." But it was scary. But it was new. But she wasn't sure what it would be like. But-

But all it took was one little phrase from him to take her over the edge, an unfamiliar place filled with fireworks and stars and Draco. A place of pleasure completely filled with Draco. "Come for me, darling. I will catch you when you fall."

"You will?"

"I always have, Astoria. Always." And so Astoria allowed the sensations of pleasure to overtake her mind and her body, the tightness inside of her finally uncoiling as she found release in him. She couldn't help but smile slightly as she realized the reactions her body had to him. Him. Him and only him.

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Draco slowly withdrew his fingers, licking them with barely contained enthusiasm. Then, he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck. "See? Caught you."

Astoria felt exhaustion begin to cloud at the edges of her mind. She brought her arms to his neck and pulled him closer to her. "Yeah," she said with a yawn. "You did."

Chuckles vibrated the chest beneath her. "Rest, my love. I'll be here all day."

"You better be," she muttered sleepily. "Or I'm stealing your broom and breaking it and you won't be able to play Quidditch again.

"That's okay. I can think of a much better way to occupy my time." Even though her eyes were drifting closed, Astoria just knew that he had a cheeky grin on his face.

Wow, this was a long one. Honestly, I just couldn't stop writing and it was so good so I can't pretend to be sorry. But seriously, the witty banter? The NSFW content? The blooming love? This is like *the* chapter. Hope you all agree.

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