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   Amara laid in her bed, thinking of the way Draco's lips felt on her own. She carefully ran her fingers over them as she stared at the ceiling. She hadn't moved from this position since she woke this morning, the memory of last night fresh on her mind. Draco had been in her bed when she fell asleep. She remembered his arm around her tightly and the sound of his breathing soothing her to sleep. But, when she woke, he was gone.
   She hadn't found courage to face him yet. The thought of getting out of the warm bed and meeting eyes with Draco made her shiver. She still hadn't completely deciphered her own feelings for him, it all seemed strange. How long had he liked me? How long had he felt this way? She tapped her fingers on her palm lightly as she rummaged through her mind to describe what she had felt last night. It felt right. Her mind screamed at her from every direction, where he had touched her burned as the feeling of his hands on her lingered. She felt like the whole thing had been a dream; feared it had been a dream, actually. She had played it over and over in her head countless times, trying to feel the buzz again.
   She jumped at every small noise outside her door, fearful that Draco was about to confront her and she would have to figure out how she truly felt. Nothing made sense anymore. The confession, his confession, echoed in her head like sweet bells in the morning. What if it wasn't him? Amara ran over every explanation she could think of as if the wild conspiracies would provide the answers she craved, but was too scared to get.
   A knock sounded at her door, washing away her deep thoughts like a tidal wave. She shot up, slamming her hands down on the mattress. Her eyes narrowed as if this would help her see through the door and show her who awaited her, though she knew exactly who it was.
   "Amara, open up." Draco's voice traveled slowly through her veins, sending a chill down her spine. With hesitation, she pushed herself off the bed and walked toward the door. Her hands gripped at the hems of her deep green sweatshirt she had pulled on late last night after drying off from the rain. Her palm hovered over the doorknob for a moment, as if she was battling herself silently. As soon as her hand made contact with the cold metal, she instinctively pulled the door open. There he stood. His blond hair was still damp from the previous night's weather and his pale blue eyes looked tired.
   He let a smile creep onto his lips as he looked at Amara, her face heating up almost instantly. Without a word, he stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. Silence encompassed them as tension built up around them. Amara sucked in a harsh breath while taking an awkward look around the room, her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she did so.
   "This feels like a dream." She mumbled, hesitantly making eye contact with Draco. His eyes had softened since their run in from the previous night. Now he looked at her in complete awe. He stepped toward her, his palms meeting either side of her face. His eyes darted between her eyes and her lips before he closed the gap between them. The kiss was sweet. Harmonious, even. Draco's lips moved in perfect sync with Amara's as time slowed around them.
   When he pulled away, he wore a confident smirk. Amara's face had turned a light shade of pink as they stood inches from each other.
   "How about now?" Draco's voice was deep and raspy, the sound sending rough vibrations through Amara. The words she wished to say had stopped in the back of her throat, the only response she could give being a deep, airy breath. He crashed his lips into her's once more, this time the kiss was different. Deep passion with a hint of lustful desire radiated off of him as their lips danced together. Draco's hand trailed across Amara's jawline and rested on her throat, holding her against him. Her hands had found their way to his hair, tugging at it lightly.
   Draco pulled away, staring deep into Amara's soul with lust filled eyes and red tinted cheeks. His left hand slid onto her upper arm and tugged at her, slamming her against the door roughly. "You drive me crazy, Amara." He mumbled before meeting her lips another time. His hands trailed up and down her body, studying every curve that presented itself. Amara moved against him, her hips rolling gently as the passion in her burned hotter and hotter by the second. Draco detached his lips, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her jawline and across her neck. She let out a shaky breath as he moved, her fingers entwined in his hair.
   The tension in the room had built up and the sound of heavy breathing echoed around them. Draco burned for her. He had been longing for far too long and now that his hands were on her, he never wanted to take them off. Amara's head was thrown back on the door as Draco continued to kiss all over her. Her mind ran wild with images of their bodies tangled together in the sheets of the bed standing feet away from them.
   Draco held onto her waist tightly as he pushed himself closer to her, pulling his lips away. "I want you." He mumbled, his breath fanning on her face.
   "Then have me."
   It was as if something exploded in him when those three simple words left her soft lips. The deep look of lust and passion in her eyes was enough to send him over the edge. He crashed his lips into hers once more, the hunger inside him taking control.
   His hand trailed down her side and rested at the waistband of the shorts she wore, a finger hooking around the edge. In one movement he could have her shorts on the floor. Just one. Amara felt the passion burn deeper inside her as she longed to feel him. She wanted him on top of her. Lucky for her, he wanted to be on top of her.
   His hand began moving lower, slowly tugging down the fabric. He detached his lips from Amara's and watched her as she held her breath. Her eyes were locked on his.
   Draco began to move lower, himself, maintaining the eye contact they held. He was on his knees in front of her, entirely hers in this very moment.
   He leaned closer to her, her shorts down to her knees now. Draco placed a soft kiss on her thigh and felt her shudder under his touch. He smirked to himself and looked up at her.
   A loud series of knocks shook the house. Amara's eyes widened and her body stiffened. Draco looked at the door behind her, hastily standing. He positioned her shorts back in their original state before walking to the window.
   He pushed the curtains aside and examined the surrounding area. His eyes fell into a group of men.
   The men from the woods. His body tensed as he pushed himself away from the window. The knocking only for louder and more frightening. Amara walked toward him wearing a worried expression. Draco spun around and held her by the shoulders. "We need to go." He began gathering all her things and flung the door open, getting his bag that had remained packed.
   "Draco what's happening?" Amara asked as he pulled her through the house. "They found us."