entanglements | d.m.

59.alwaysbeen

March '99 | H I M

Draco had the best night of sleep in his life.

It had everything to do with the witch falling asleep with him-he woke up several times a night to confirm that she's still with him, and she was, but as he feels around him to pull her closer and nuzzle her hair, he comes up empty. Considering the space is still warm, he reckons she must have left not long ago, which is the exact moment awareness kicks into his fogged brain and the sound of the running shower explains her rude departure.

She loves me.

A smile splits his face remembering that nice little detail.

She loves me.

She loves me.

She loves me.

Feeling like new life has been breathed into him, Draco swings the blanket off himself and his legs down, striding bollocks naked into the bathroom with the full intention of joining her. He's not giving any fucks anymore. He needs her and he's taking it, damnit. Besides, she left the door open for just a crack.

If that isn't an invitation, he doesn't know.

Steamed up because this witch is apparently made of fire that she can handle the hottest water the shower offers, the smell of vanilla bodywash carries and envelopes him as soon as he takes step into the tub.

And he stops, just for a moment to appreciate that blessing of a view. Head tilted back to wash out shampoo, she looks like a damn dream, body glistening and curves accentuated, belly button piercing glinting-fuck. His imagination and memory combined never do her justice and he sure as hell could never properly prepare for that wonderful naked beauty.

If he wasn't already, his dick would spring to attention.

Not wasting another second, Draco steps up and with her eyes still closed, he slowly, gently takes her hip with one hand and her jaw with the other, earning her surprised attention before pulling her in for a kiss so searing, his heart slams hard against its cage.

Her gasp builds into a pleasured moan when he bites her bottom lip, hands gliding up to his pectorals before sliding around his sides to feel his back.

"What are you doing?" she demands breathlessly but goes slack under his touch.

"Making sure you don't disappear again." Thankfully, his voice comes out even despite how vulnerable he actually feels about it. "It's an awful habit."

"I know," she agrees, brows dipping remorsefully. "I'm sorry for that. I'll work on it."

A smile curls his mouth. That is all he needs to hear. His head rears back a little when taking a real look at her. Last night's revelations are marked on her in form of swellings around the eyes and a general puffiness to her face.

His bottom lip juts out sympathetically, thumb brushing the taut skin.

Tracking his gaze, she asks, "Looks bad?"

"Noticable," he allows because what's the point in lying? "But you're beautiful as always."

Her face flushes deeper, and not from the hot spray behind her.

"And I just woke up like this," she complains, tone curious. "That's so odd."

His smile widens at her familiar persistence of not crying when she obviously has-last night worse than he ever witnessed. "Hm." He humors her, trailing his fingertips down the curve of her ass, making her squirm. "Maybe my dick was so good."