A Harry Potter Fanfic

Chapter 20

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               “Come on!”

               “No!”

               “Please?”

               “No!”

               “You promised!”

               “I lied”

               “Deidre! You’re killing me!”

               “It’s no big deal!”

               “It must be! Otherwise, why won’t you tell me?!”

Draco and I continue arguing all the way back to the house. I know I promised to tell him...but really, how do you confess to your boyfriend that you were fantasizing about making out with him? I mean, isn’t that what the guys do?

Argh!!

               “Deidre!” he moans, wrapping his arms around me again.

I slap his hands off and continue walking.

               “I’m not going to touch you till you tell me,” he calls softly, in a threatening whisper.

               “Excuse me?” I turn around to stare at my boyfriend full on the face.

               “You heard me. If you ever want to feel my hands on your hips, my lips on your neck or our bodies pressed together, you better tell me!” his eyes glint slightly at his threat.

No fair! He can’t be serious, right?!

I stare at him, my mouth hanging a little open. Draco grins and walks past me, almost brushing against me.

He keeps that up all day. He wouldn’t hold my hand, touch my hair or anything. Even when he wanted to whisper something to me, he’d be close enough for me to feel his hot breath on my skin, but he wouldn’t touch me. It was driving me insane!

Absolutely put out, I decided to go to bed early. I called goodnight to everyone in the room except Draco and stormed up the stairs. I changed into my baggy shorts and t-shirt and curled up on my bed, feeling like crap!

It must have been two in the morning when the door to my room gently opened. A beam of light from the corridor seeped in, but I pretended to sleep. That lean figure could only belong to my boyfriend.

He sat down on the edge of my bed and watched me sleep, he had his arms crossed tightly against his chest, and I was pretty sure he was dying to cuddle up with me like I was with him.

I sat up suddenly and Draco nearly fell off the bed. I stifled my giggles and tiptoed across the room to lock my door, then I turned to face him.

He grinned at me and lay on my bed, looking absolutely delicious.

               “Draco, I’m going to tell you why I spaced at lunch. But...you can never repeat what I say, okay?” I ask tentatively,

He nods solemnly and sits up. I scoot over to the corner of my bed and look out the window.

               “Is it that bad, baby?” he asked, watching me intently.

               “Yes,” I admit. Isn’t it bad? I’m 15 and I’m fantasising about making out with my 18 year old boyfriend!

               “Okay. Tell me, and I’ll make you feel better,” he promised sweetly.

               “You won’t be able to,” I mumble.

               “Try me,” he challenges cockily.

               “I was thinking about us. And it felt so real. I kind of got carried away,” I whisper.

               “How’s that bad, darling?” he asked, puzzled.

               “The things...that I did was bad,” I mumble.

               “Oo, you’re intriguing me, do tell,” he murmurs huskily, immediately turning me on. And I’m so glad for the darkness. He won’t be able to see me blush!

               “Okay. Close your eyes,” I whisper. I wait for him to close his eyes before I walk quietly in front of him.

I sit on his lap, and hold his eyes closed with one of my hands.

               “Deid?” he asks shakily.

               “I’m going to show you,” I murmur into his ear, making him tremble slightly.

I move my lips over his, but I don’t kiss him. I tease him. Hey! It’s payback for the whole not touching me thing.

Finally I sink into a long, passionate kiss and Draco grabs my hand that’s closing his eyes. He wraps it around his neck and wraps his arms around my hips, pulling me closer.

I move my hands shakily to his chest and my kiss gets lighter. I pull back to stare into his handsome face and I finally see desire in his eyes.

Moments later, his lips are crashing into mine again, more forceful this time. With my fingers trembling, I begin unbuttoning his shirt. He doesn’t protest, in fact he manoeuvres around to make it easier for me.

Looks like my dream is about to come true after all! I hastily pull off my sweatshirt and throw it in the corner. Draco’s hand wraps around my bare back and pulls me even closer to him, so much so that there isn’t any space between us anymore.

I push him back down on the bed and straddle him. He leans up and kisses me some more, though now his kisses trail down to my neck, then to my chest. Every time his lips make contact with my bare skin, I feel a tingle go down my spine.

My shaky fingers work their way down to his pants. I had gotten his belt off and his zipper down before he suddenly stops me.

               “You were fantasising about THAT?” Draco asks, a wicked glimmer in his eyes.

I groan to myself before crossing over him and lying on the bed. I close my eyes and wish that the floor would open up and swallow me whole.

He kisses my cheek, laying next to me. He entwines our fingers and the both of us stare up at the ceiling.

               “Have you ever been with someone before?” Draco asks.

               “No,” I whisper back.

               “Then why are you so eager?” he asks confused.

               “I don’t know,” I mumble.

               “Then we don’t rush it, okay?” he pleads, grinning brightly beside me.

I roll my eyes but comply. It takes two to tango after all!