always. // dm.

12 - crack on amortentia.

Elora's POV

"What's your middle name?" Draco asks both me and Kayla. We're all playing 20 questions, trying to get to know each other better.

"Presley." Kayla immediately answers.

Draco turns to me and adds, "how about yours, Elora?"

"Serena." I smile slightly, squeezing his hand. He looks at the action and grins back.

"Anyways," Kayla draws a sharp breath. "Are you two dating?"

I open my mouth to talk, then turn to look at Draco. I watch his eyes look to mine, not knowing what words to say.

I clasp my hands together, letting go of the boys.

"We haven't... talked about it, yet." I slowly speak, not wanting to say something to hurt his feelings.

"Well, we should." He starts. "Right now."

"Wha-" I start.

He stares at Kayla.

"I'm just gonna go... get a drink from the kitchen. Do you guys want anything?" She stutters, standing up and moving her body to the door.

"Water for both is fine." He replies, nodding towards the door. Kayla leaves and we are alone.

Without warning, he flips me over and kisses me. His hands run down my arms, making me shiver with delight. They move to my waist, brushing my top up a little ways, hitting my bare skin.

"Draco..." I mumble between kisses.

"Be quiet, darling." He pulls away and we both are breathing heavy. "I won't do anything without your consent."

"I want to, but not yet." I trace my finger over his chest. "Maybe soon, but not today."

He pulls me close to him and moves his mouth next to my ear.

"I'll wait." He whispers, breath hitting my neck. He moves back to my face, kissing me passionately again.

He pulls away suddenly, leaving me stunned.

"Does that finish the conversation?" He softly says, lifting my chin to him.

"What do you mean, Mr. Malfoy?" I giggle.

"Does that answer the question that Kayla asked?"

I look into his hard, grey eyes. They are burning with desire, needing my answer.

"Yes." I whisper.

Quietness fills the room as Draco falls back into my lips. This kiss is soft, not as passionate as the others. He flops next to me and holds my hand, a look of happiness beamed on his face.

"So you're mine?" He speaks, shaking his head slightly.

"So I'm yours." I smile at him.

We both sit up, as Kayla struts in with three goblets of clear water. She chooses one and hands it to Draco, the other to me, then drinks from her own.

She smirks as she watches Draco drink from his. He turns to look at me, then suddenly she drops her goblet. The fragile metals sprawled on the wooden floors. His eyes snap up to her and she smiles to herself.