The Hollow Beneath Hogwarts

90. Thank You

Sloane opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun across her face from the pane glass window on the wall opposite. She smiled to herself as she looked back at Draco noticing that he was still holding her to him in a loving embrace, even in his sleep. 

She lay there for a few minutes, in complete peaceful silence just thinking everything over in her head. Images, flashes of last night came back to her and were intoxicating enough to make her blush all over again. 

She couldn't believe that she and Draco had spent so much time in this carousel of confusion rather than simply talking about what they were feeling. So much annoyance, pain, anxiety and frustration could have been avoided. It broke her heart a little that Draco had been so worried about his performance. 

When there was absolutely no need to be. 

She had no idea who that toxic little madam was but she would have very much liked to have met her - if only to tell her exactly what she missed out on by rejecting someone as amazing as Draco Malfoy. 

She looked up at him now, watching him. He looked peaceful and bloody hot as she watched the sun rise further, exposing his face to the rays and gently waking him up. He looked straight down at her, beamed and leaned in to kiss her. "Good morning," she bit her lip as images of last night danced around her head again.

"Morning," he kissed her again. "So is the jury in? Have you reached a decision on my performance last night?"

She knew he was teasing but she could also feel a little hesitation and even worry within him as he waited to hear her response. 

Sloane blushed furiously as she smiled thinking of last night, the way he touched her, caressed her, kissed every inch of her skin, undressed her and basically left her in a pool of mush when he finished. "That girl was fucking delusional!" She laughed as Draco beamed.

He looked down into her eyes and his smile faltered as more uncertaintanty radiated off him. "You're not just saying that because you think it is what I want to hear?" Draco raised an eyebrow. He knew he was being a little obsessive but Darla had really messed with his confidence and he knew that while Sloane would never want to lie to him, Sloane was also too nice of a girl to tell him if he was horrible. 

He had the time of his fucking life last night and did not know that those sorts of feelings and pleasure were even possible. But what did Sloane really think.

And Sloane could feel everything. 

"Draco," she sat up in bed, pulling the sheet across her chest. "I want to try something with you." He looked surprised. "Something I am hoping will show you exactly how much of a fucking amazing time I had last night. Will you let me try?" She raised an eyebrow and waited for Draco, who nodded but looked a little worried. "I don't even know if this will work, but I want to try. I have read about this sort of....connection. Figure it's worth a shot and this morning seems to be the perfect time to give it a go."

"OK," he said smiling as he sat up, mirroring her.

"Excellent," she beamed. "I am not exactly sure what I am doing so bare with me here." She held out her hands. "Give me your hands," she said turning to face him, the sheet falling to her waist, exposing her to him, but she wasn't embarrassed any more. He had seen and done much more to her.

"Whatever this is, I like it already," he smirked glancing down at her chest and then back up putting his hands into hers.

She rolled her eyes immediatley feeling his reaction to the sight of her. "Focus," she smirked. "OK, I am going to try to share my gift with you. I am hoping that I am going to be able to let you feel what I feel. According to Andromeda, this is a thing." Draco sat up straighter to give his full attention now as Sloane held onto one of his hands and moved his other hand so it was over her heart. She closed her eyes, and he did the same waiting and not knowing what was going to -