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Chapter 14

FEBRUARY 10. 1999
SAGE WALTMORE

                      
                      SEXUAL ACTIVITY

THE SUDDEN CHANGE of breathing and his warm quick breath exhaling. Our saliva coating each other's lips, I noticed. I drew my eyes towards his face. He sent me a seductive look as his hands slid underneath the white collared shirt I wore. "We can't- not here" I said. "Who said we were going to do this here, chéri?" He whispered. I looked down at his chest. Clothed chest. The green and silver tie around his neck, tucked into the grey vest over a white collared shirt. Oh how I would like to rip it off of him. He slowly creeped his hand towards my lower breast. Stopping and the underband of my bra. "This...needs to be taken off, don't you think?" He asked slowly. I didn't say anything. I just stared at him. His nicely structured face and snow white skin. How can someone be so beautiful? My breath hitched as he rubbed circles under the band. "Yes" I finally said. "Good girl..." he replied. "Mister Malfoy!" I jumped. He instantly pulled his icy hand from under my shirt. "Mister Malfoy and Ms....." Miss
McGonagall squinted her eyes at me. "Is that Ms Waltmore?" She asked questionably-

I never realized so much can happen within a few weeks. Draco and I have become close. Sexually.

My mind drew me to another memory.

I continued rubbing my clit. The thought of him doing this to me. "Fuck" I whispered. No one was here. In my dorm. I was alone laying on my bed. I bit my lip hard-

"Thinking about me?" I jumped. I looked up at the pale man standing beside me as I remained on the bench. I looked around the court yard smirking slightly. "How'd you know?" I asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked. He sat down beside me.

"Right." I replied. "So...why are you here?"

"Why not?" He replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I huffed adjusting the white flimsy full length skirt I wore. The soft breeze blowing the curly strand of my hair in front of my eye. I pushed the strand of hair behind my ear in frustration. I swear I hate the wind. "Nice..." he started. "Nice outfit" he got out. I wore a full length skirt, a white lace trim top, and a green jacket. I don't see- it's a decent outfit...

Right?

I gripped the bottom of the bench and turned my head to him. He pursed his lips trying to hide his obvious smile. "What's wrong with my outfit?" I asked, slightly offended. "Nothing...you are just sensitive," he said. "How am I sensitive when you are the one making it seem as if it is bad?" I snapped. I'm only a bit sensitive. I promise.

Draco didn't say a word. "Right- I have a point," I said with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes. He is annoying, so fucking annoying. It's a little funny actually. It actually is very funny. I bit my bottom lip looking at a random tree trying to hide my smile. "Can you take anything seriously?" Draco asked, chuckling. "You're chuckling, who are you to come at me for smiling?"