Author's Note:
DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE SEX OR HUMAN ANATOMICAL TERMINOLOGY. Big words I know.
I'm serious, if you can't handle it, don't read it please. I do not want your innocence to be corrupted by my errotic material.
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Draco and I had a row last week after I wrote a letter to my mum and Draco's during last week. It's how I ended up in my own home on Friday night, surrounded by my family. They fabricated some ordeal that granted us the permission to leave the grounds for the weekend, which was clearly evidenced by our screaming match.
At breakfast in the Great Hall we received some upsetting news in a letter from his mother. Draco had mixed feelings about it, but I was absolutely outraged. I told him as much and he went off. No one seemed to notice our quiet exchanged but they could sure as hell sense the tension as we excuse ourselves.
Some third year walked in on our argument and ran her motor mouth about us fighting over Kayla, which we weren't.
The Dark Lord has big plans for my soulmate. If he executes these plans, Draco will never be the same.
Aunt Narcissa and my mum were going to take me shopping in Italy on Sunday to ease the burden. I was appeased, for good reason. Our family has friends in Milan, distant cousins of the Zabini's. They have a son named Dante, who is exactly what I need.
Friday night I found myself outside with Draco, underneath the stars once again. We were lying side by side just beyond the wall that surrounds his family's property. I had flooed in around two fifty-eight AM.
It was now a little after four and the sun was beginning to rise, but not visibly. It was more perceptual that I noticed the lightening of the dark. Our fingers were intertwined, our rings tight to each oher, glowing green in the shadows of the night.
"Are you ready?" He asked me, referring to our plans for tomorrow night.
I was. I was ready to lose my virginity at fifteen years old to the man I knew I would eventually marry. I knew that it would hurt but I wasn't going to let him know. I was going to preform a conception protective spell and pour all of the love I had to give into this man.
"I am," I said simply, looking at his profile. He smiled, more to himself really, and lifted our hands to point out a star.
"They call that one the North Star. It's not the biggest and brightest anymore but it guides people home." I rolled my eyes at him. He was spouting nonsense. I clucked my tongue and giggled.
"Thanks for the astrology lesson, Professor Malfoy. We learned that in primary school." His steely eyes met my gaze and for a moment I shivered in the wind that suddenly seemed colder.
"You're my North Star, Nat. This is no joke. You will always be my home." He pulled me up into the crook of his arm and held me prisoner there. Not that I was going anywhere.
"I could never tell you enough how many times I love you," I told him, "Every time I say it, it gets a little bit truer."
We went inside shortly after, knowing that his and my father awoke early. He gave me a solitary kiss in front of the fireplace and I asked him if he was ready for me tomorrow.
"I will be," he breathed in sharply.
I’d been hearing way too much about Kayla and Draco lately. I know they’re together, and I’m fine with that. Hell, that’s what I wanted! It’s just grating on my nerves that it’s ALL anyone talks about.
