You Have My Heart, Draco Malfoy. (Sequel to You Have Me Whipped)

Chapter Thirteen: What is it about you?

I walk with Draco back to the common room. Dumbledore just told us all about the only seventeen year olds rules, and when we can enter. I wouldn't have entered anyway. It's just too much.

"Ermergerd." I say, seeing that blonde chick from Beaubaxtons. I stop walking and Draco bangs into me.

"Only you, remember?" he whispers in my ear. I nod and keep walking, noticing her anger at being ignored.

"The new password is Parseltounge." Pansy says, as we approach the enterence. We make sure nobody is behind us and then enter the common room. Almost everybody is already in their dormitories. Pansy kisses Blaise goodnight and heads upstairs. I'm pretty sure Draco will want to sleep down here tonight, judging by the looks those two shared.

"Night, mate." Blaise says to draco, heading upstairs. Draco and I sit on the couch. And I sigh.

"What is it?" he asks, after I lay down so my head is on his lap.

"Nothing." I lie, immediately cursing myself, silently, for forgetting that he knows when something is wrong with me.

"Liar." I shrug, half heartedly.

"How many people have you ever loved?" I ask. He thinks for a minute and looks back down into my eyes.

"Two." he says. I see the truth in his eyes.

"Who?" I ask, trying not to show the hurt I feel.

"You and my mother." I giggle. And blush.

"I'm tired." he kisses my lips.

"Then go to bed." he mumbles, lips still against mine.

"I don't want to leave your side, Draco. Not now that I'm finally in love." I blush again, shocked by my own daring.

"Come on," he says, standing up and offering me a hand. I take it and he leads me to his Dorm. All the guys snore. And, by the position Blaise is in, I'm guessing he's faking.

Draco leads me to his bed and I plop down on it.

"Comfy." I whisper. He smiles. He takes off his shirt and I notice, for the first time, how buff he really is. He has a six pack, and large muscles. He throws on a teeshirt and takes off his pants, revealing dark blue undergarments. He then chucks me a dark blue shirt of his, and I take my clothes off, only when I know he isn't looking. I leave my bra and underwear on, obviously don't want people thinking I'm that slutty, and the shirt goes past my knees.

"Golly gee, I'm short." I whisper. Draco turns around and sees me. He smiles.

"And beautiful. Maybe I should have you wear my clothes more often." I blush. Draco climbs under his covers and I do, too. His bed is warmer than the Gryffindor ones, the ones in my dorm are lame and meant for girls that wear footy pajamas. I lean my head against his chest and his steady heartbeat and breathing lull me to sleep.

We wake up late. We didn't go to bed until about ten, and we are lucky we have History of Magic first: we can do our homework.

We wake up to Pansy and Blaise staring over us.

"Good morning." Blaise says.

"Have a fun night?" Pansy asks. I sit up and realize that Draco's night shirt has lifted a little. Pansy notices this and giggles. Draco looks just as disgruntled as me, But he looks extremely sexy with bed head.

"We didn't do anything." I say, immediately.

"Sure, sure, sure. I brought you so clothes and deoderant, my little Sex Monkey." Pansy says, chucking clothes at me. "Oh, and brush your hair." they leave so we can change, but Pansy adds "Classes start in fifteen minutes." and I glance at Draco. He's looking at me, with his eyebrows raised.