Merely Misunderstood

Chapter Sixty-Nine

DISCLAIMER! Smutty stuff. Y'ardy know it ;) and if you don't... look at the chapter number. I mean c'mon.

"A bath?" I repeated, looking over the enormous bathtub — really, it could have been a swimming pool. "But I didn't bring a bathing suit."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Bri, have you ever heard of someone who wears a bathing suit in the bath?"

I glared at him. "It's not uncommon."

Draco just raised an eyebrow at me. "Whatever you say," he muttered, gathering the bottom of his shirt in his hands, and in one swift movement, he pulled it over his head, tossing it aside. I couldn't help but ogle at his pale chest, still a bit thin from his stress-induced eating problems. But the revealed skin of his chest was smooth, his lean figure increasingly... sexy.

He bent to remove his trousers, and I felt my face go beet red.

"Draco —" I started, looking away quickly. I could feel his eyes flash to the side of my face.

"What?" he asked after a short silence, his tone confused.

"Erm..." I wasn't sure what I had admonished him for. After all, he was my boyfriend. I shouldn't still be shy around him at times like these, should I? Maybe it was because we hadn't seen each other since before break...

Draco suddenly chuckled, and I heard his footsteps as he approached me. I glanced down to see all that remained of his clothes were his gray boxers, and the heat in my face intensified.

"Someone's flustered," he mused, his finger stroking my reddened cheek. I tried to hide behind my hands, but he caught my wrists, clucking his tongue as if in reprimand. "Ah, ah," he cautioned. "I want to see your face."

He gathered both my wrists into one hand, using the other to cup my chin, turning my face to his. My heart fluttered in my chest. God, I've missed him.

He took one look at my face and broke into a grin, and suddenly, he was so beautiful that I couldn't look away. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults.

"I've missed you, Brianna," Draco murmured, and it amazed me that he'd been thinking the same as me.

My body acted on its own. I stretched onto my tip-toes, pressing my lips to his. I felt his lips smile against mine, and he released my wrists to wind his arms around my waist.

His tongue pushed between my lips, his hands finding their way beneath my shirt to slide sensually up my sides. I gasped as he nipped at my lip with his teeth, and I clung to him, pressing my body against his as our lips moved together in some sort of dance.

Draco's hips grinded against mine, and I felt something stiff brush my thigh.

"God, Draco, already?" I teased, and he laughed, admitting, "Honestly, I'm shocked I even made it this long." He kissed me slowly, adding, "I couldn't stop thinking about you over the break."

The way his raspy voice carried these words sent a shiver down my spine, and my lower regions tingled with anticipation. "Neither could I," I told him in a whisper, and he bent over me, swiftly closing the distance between us.

While he kissed me, he reached beneath the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. It landed where his shirt and trousers were bundled on the floor, and not too much after, my skirt joined the pile, along with my tights.

Draco unfastened my bra, his hands cupping my breasts softly. He bent over my chest, kissing each of them gently, his tongue gliding over the nipples.

A sound of pleasure escaped my lips without my consent, and Draco smirked up at me, his eyes dancing. "I didn't realize you were sensitive here."