Henrietta Potter || Draco Malfoy

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Monday 30th June 1997 - Part Two

One crack later, and we found ourselves in the clearing of a forest.

Beside us, a roaring great waterfall fell spectacularly into a vast clear river. The afternoon sun beat down through the gaps in the trees, sparkling off the water below us. Shades of green were splashed everywhere and there was not another soul about. I wondered how Draco knew such a place.

"Wow," I breathed, taking it all in. "Draco, this place is- it's... beautiful."

Long fingers clasped around mine, an action now so automatic, it felt normal.

"Fancy a swim?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he led me towards the river.

"I didn't bring any swimwear," I answered, knowing what his response would be as soon as the words had passed my lips.

"Who needs them?" he chuckled, letting go of my hand to loosen his tie. "Never heard of skinny dipping before?"

"If you think I'm going to stand here and strip off all my clothes in front of you, then you can think again!"

Still chuckling, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the visible scars all over his bare torso. I winced; finding it somehow worse seeing what I had inflicted on him out in the cold light of day.

I could not help but reach out a hand, lightly trailing a single fingertip along a raw, red line across his taut stomach. He sucked in a sharp breath, shuddering beneath my touch.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, not dropping my hand. Our eyes met and I felt something spark in the air.

"Etta," he murmured softly. My breath hitched. I had never in my life heard him call me anything other than Potter.

But before I could ponder on this new development, Draco suddenly grabbed my hand, a wicked glint in his eye.

"Draco!" I cried as he dragged me up over to the waters edge. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, Potter, don't tell me that you're scared?"

The invitation was too much. Yanking my hand out of his, I ripped my blouse off and shrugged down my skirt, feeling his amused gaze on me the whole time. Standing in just my underwear, I tried not to blush as I forced myself to look up at him.

An unmistakable look of hunger flitted across his face. His tongue swept his upper lip as his eyes briefly flicked over me; the bob of his throat prominent as he swallowed.

"Come here," he said, reaching out a hand.

"Aren't you going to finish getting undressed first?" I asked, pointedly looking down at his trousers as I folded my arms across my chest. Waiting.

He seemed hesitant at first, his hands hovering at his belt buckle.

"What's the matter?" I teased, enjoying being the one with all the power again. "Forget to put on any underwear?"

His fingers moved quickly then, unbuckling his belt as he stepped towards me, closing the gap.

"Let's just say," he growled softly in my ear as his trousers dropped to the ground, revealing a pair of boxer shorts which were barely concealing his evident boner, "that I'm fucking pleased to see you."