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Don't Embrace the Past	By : AnasellaEmm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3065 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Disclaimer: still don’t own HP related things.
A/N: the chapter title comes from the song, “Moondance” by Michael Buble
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Chapter 7: A Fantabulous Night to Make Romance
Samira hesitated before knocking on the large oak door of her parents’ house in the suburban area of Reading, where she had grown up.
She turned to look at Draco, who was watching her with a smile. His presence was enough to calm her nerves and bring about a surge of confidence.
Two seconds passed after her first knock before the door opened and a cloud of dust attacked them. Coughing slightly, Samira waved away the dust, hearing Draco cough on her side.
“He passed,” a heavily accented voice said from the door.
“Teta, at least wait until we’re in the house,” Samira coughed.
“It has to be before they cross the threshold,” the voice replied.
Once the dust settled, Draco opened his eyes to see a short, severe-looking, elderly woman standing in the doorway, watching him closely. She looked the epitome of old gypsy witch.
“He’s a cute one,” she told Samira, not bothering to lower her voice.
Samira felt her cheeks warm. “Teta, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is my grandmother, Fatima, but everyone calls her Teta.”
“Nice to meet you,” Draco stuck out his hand.
Teta ignored his hand and grabbed his face, planting a kiss on both of his cheeks.
Samira gave him a small smile. He couldn’t say she didn’t warn him.
“So, you said he passed the sharajah, Teta?” Samira asked.
“Oui, he passed,” Teta answered. “Unlike that connard you bring last time.”
“Teta!” Samira laughed. “Jean Luc was not a jerk. He seemed very nice at the time.”
Teta muttered a few curse words in a mixture of languages as she led them inside the house.
Draco looked at the quaint home, which seemed warm and inviting, unlike the Manor. Pictures of various people and random paintings adorned the walls. The house smelled like rich, flavorful cooking, and just felt like a welcoming place in general.
“Teta speaks five languages,” Samira explained as they walked down the long hallway. “French, Arabic, Spanish, English, and Italian. Half the time, we have no idea what she’s saying, but usually she sticks to French and Arabic, her two native tongues.”
“Why does everyone call her Teta?” Draco asked.
“It means grandmother in Arabic,” Samira told him. “She seems small and fragile, but I definitely wouldn’t take her on in a fight.”
“I heard that, Samira, habibti,” Teta laughed in front of them. “I’d kick the merde out of anyone who tried to pick a fight with me.”
Samira rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Samira!” another female voice called out when they reached the living room.
Draco watched as an older version of Samira embraced her daughter in a choking hug. “Habibti! ma chérie!”
“Hi, mama,” Samira said. “You just saw me two weeks ago. You act as if you haven’t seen me in ages.”
“I know, bébé, but two weeks is much too long for me,” her mother said. She turned to see Draco and immediately sobered from sappy mother figure into a kind, stable woman.
“You must be Draco,” she said with a beautiful smile. If it was true what they said about girls looking like their mums when they got older, well, Draco was one lucky son of a...
“Draco, this is my mother, Sofie Dunvale,” Samira introduced.
“Nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Dunvale,” Draco extended his hand.
And once again, his hand was ignored when Sofie grabbed his face to kiss his cheeks.
“Put your hand away, Draco. We are not strangers here. Practically family!” Sofie exclaimed. “Please, sit down while I go get Bobby-pin.”
Samira must have sensed his confusion. “Bobby-pin is what she calls my father. Robert turns to Bobby which turns to Bobby-pin. I really did try to warn you, Draco.”
He laughed as they sat down on the couch together. The living room was decorated with mosaics and oriental ornaments.
Teta sat across from them in an overstuffed recliner and pulled out her knitting. She watched them as she knitted, smirking pleasantly to herself.
“So, Teta, how was the tour of Hungary?” Samira asked.
“Bah! Their Romani communities are having so much trouble getting organized! Your mama and I tried to get them to work together, but they are so much wanting to stay connected to the past. I spit on them and their stubborn ways,” Teta said expressively.
“Does Hungary have a large Gypsy population?” Draco asked.
“It is fairly large,” Teta said. “Much bigger than the one in El-Maghrib.”
“Morocco,” Samira clarified.
Draco nodded and looked to his left at the side table where a picture frame showed a very young Samira and young Michael making faces for the camera. He smiled warmly at the picture, noticing how carefree the young Samira looked in the picture.
He looked up and found Teta smiling at him, her misty eyes focused on him intently. She could probably read his mind and so he made sure to remind himself not to think of any carnal thoughts about her granddaughter. It would be a challenge… but he could control himself.
“AUNTIE THAM AND RACO!!” a shrill voice screamed from the doorway of the living room.
A mass of red velvet attacked Draco, climbing up onto his lap.
“I mithed you, Raco!” Melania screamed as she hugged Draco around the neck.
An emotion Draco didn’t think he had welled up inside of him. “I missed you, too, squirt. Goodness, you look gorgeous in that pretty red dress.”
Melania smiled widely. Her head sported a ponytail that rested on the top of her head; a few rebel curls escaping it. “Thith is my dreth that mummy buyed for me!”
“Doesn’t Auntie Sam get a kiss?” Samira asked with an exaggerated frown.
“Yeth!” Melania said excitedly, before scrambling off of Draco’s lap and onto Samira’s. “You are pretty today, Auntie Tham.”
“Oh, Melly, that’s sweet. But I don’t look as pretty as you do,” Samira said as she kissed her niece all over.
“Sam-bam-thank you ma’am!” Michael called from the door. “I wondered where Mel ran off to. The minute we walked through the front door, she had a dog-like response to knowing that the two of you were here.”
More introductions were made as Draco met Michael’s wife, Rosa, who resembled her daughter in a lot of ways. She and Michael seemed perfect together, just giving off the appearance of ‘satisfied couple.’
“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you in person,” Rosa told Draco after she greeted Teta and sat down beside her. “Samira has told us so much about you.”
“All good, I hope,” he joked as Melania sat in his lap and talked to herself.
“Anyone who Melania likes is all good with me,” Rosa said. “All Melania and Samira talk about is Raco and Draco and Raco this and Draco that.”
Samira squirmed next to him, clearly embarrassed. “Thanks, Rosa. That’s not humiliating. Not at all.”
Samira’s parents walked in and greeted their son, his wife and Melania, who refused to leave Draco’s lap. She kept asking him random questions as everyone settled.
“Why do you have not brown hair?”
“You and Auntie Tham are wearing the thame color. Why?”
“Do you want to thee my Elmo?”
“Why don’t you have an Elmo?”
Finally, Sofie picked her granddaughter up to relieve Draco from the toddler’s interview.
“Habibti, why don’t you let Draco and the adults talk, ok?” Sofie said. “I will put Elmo on the TV for you in the sitting room.”
Draco watched them walk out and turned back to the conversation between Samira and Michael.
“I just don’t understand why you insist on living alone, Sami. It’s really dangerous out there and mama and dad worry about you,” Michael explained.
“I live in a very safe neighborhood, Michael,” Samira sighed. “And I have my wand with me at all times.”
“Your sister knows what’s best for her, Mike,” Robert said. “She’s a very strong-willed girl and I think if she and Draco are serious, maybe she won’t be living alone for long.”
“Oh, God…” Samira groaned.
She mouthed ‘sorry’ to Draco who had an amused smile on his face.
“Live together?” Teta said from her recliner. “They haven’t even slept together.”
Stunned silence met Teta’s announcement.
“Teta, that’s not appropriate,” Michael said, barely concealing a laugh. “It’s none of our business what Samira and Draco do… or don’t do.”
Draco quirked an eyebrow. “You told your grandmother we haven’t slept together?” he asked Samira.
Samira rubbed her temples and shook her head.
“She didn’t have to tell me!” Teta said. “I could tell by your essence de la vie.”
“Life essence,” Samira muttered.
“Only a handful of gypsies can read life essences,” Michael said, his grin prominent now. “Teta is one of them. She knew Rosa was pregnant before Rosa knew.”
“So, Rosa, how is work at the Ministry?” Samira asked. Pretending the previous conversation didn’t exist seemed like a good idea.
“Very good, actually. I just hired a new assistant. She seems nice, a bit arrogant, but she’s competent and that’s all that really matters,” Rosa said.
“What do you do?” Draco asked.
“I work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. I mostly just act as an ambassador for the British Ministry and I do a lot of humanitarian type things to keep their persona steady.”
“I don’t understand why you don’t stay at home and take care of my great-granddaughter,” Teta muttered.
“I only work part-time, Teta,” Rosa said, putting her hand on the older woman’s hand. “Melly is in nursery school while I’m at work and by noon, we’re always at home, just in time to watch Elmo,” Rosa said.
Teta finished her knitting and then stared at Samira, studying her intently. Samira squirmed slightly and then turned to her father.
“Dad, did you know that Draco went to Hogwarts?”
Robert’s eyebrows went up. “Really? I was a Hogwarts man, myself. What house?”
“Slytherin,” Draco said. He wouldn’t be surprised if they kicked him out of the house. He knew his house wasn’t the most popular, who was he kidding… it was the evil house.
“I had some good times in the Slytherin common room,” Robert said with a laugh. “I was a Ravenclaw myself, but my closest friends were Slytherins and they did have the wildest parties. Slughorn never cared what they did, so they went all out.”
“We didn’t have many parties while I attended,” Draco mused, thinking back. “But the war was starting to build up and then there were so many little things that just didn’t leave us much time to let loose.”
“It was a nasty war,” Rosa said quietly.
Draco remembered that she was a muggleborn. In all reality, he just didn’t care anymore about any of that nonsense. There were more important things in life.
“Boldebart went about it all wrong,” Teta said from her seat, her eyes burning with emotion. “Who cares about the muggleborns? If someone has magic in their blood, any at all, they shouldn’t be persecuted. It’s the muggles that they should have gone after.”
“Teta,” Samira warned. “Rosa’s parents are muggles.”
“I don’t care. Muggles have been singling out and killing Gypsies for centuries! Why? Because we are powerful and we are different from them. I spit on muggles!”
Rosa smiled softly. Draco noticed she wasn’t upset that Teta was personally incensed towards her background.
“It is awful what muggles have been doing to the Romani people. Magic is feared all over the world and I personally am ashamed that I come from a culture of people that would do such a thing. Teta has every right to be chagrined,” Rosa said calmly.
Teta smiled at the younger woman and kissed her cheek. “See? Rosa, mon coeur, understands better than anyone. Now, let’s eat.”
Draco smiled at the rapid succession of topic change. Samira’s family was loud and boisterous and opinionated. And he loved it.
After dinner, the men insisted on taking Draco out to the yard and showing him the things that men usually looked at, like power tools or dead animals… or whatever items that seemed to raise their testosterone levels.
Samira helped her mother and Rosa do the dishes in the kitchen. Teta sat at the table with Melania, who was rubbing her eyes in exhaustion.
“Where’s Raco?” Melania asked.
“He’s with daddy and gramps,” Rosa answered. “She’s getting more attached to him than you are, Sam,” she joked.
Samira smiled and focused on drying the dishes her mother handed her. Magic would have them finished in an instant, but doing it manually was a way to talk and enforce the wonderful stereotype of females in the kitchen.
“Do you love him?” Sofie asked quietly.
Samira almost dropped the glass cup she was holding, not expecting that question. “Um, I’ve only known him a month.”
“Ha! What a horrible way to answer,” Teta laughed. “There is no point in lying, habibti, I read your essence de la vie.”
“I care a lot about Draco,” Samira said. “What do you all think about him?”
“He’s wonderful, Sami,” Sofie gushed. “He looks at you with such admiration and he’s so polite and he’s great with Melania. I think he just might be the one.”
Samira bit back a frown and forced a smile. “I’m glad you like him.”
“I’d like to speak to Samira alone,” Teta said at the table, her foggy gaze directed at her granddaughter.
Sofie and Rosa took Melania and left the kitchen, nothing really striking them as unusual, since the dishes were done and Teta always wanted to talk to people in private.
Samira sighed and sat down in the chair next to her grandmother. “Do you not like Draco, Teta?”
“Why haven’t you told anyone about what happened with that putain?” Teta asked, not one to skirt around a subject.
Samira knew Teta was talking about Sebastien. About what he did.
“Rosa and Michael know, because I went to their place after it happened. They’re the ones who took me to the hospital,” Samira said, her chest feeling tight with emotion. “How did you know? My life essence?”
“Oui. That sorry excuse for a human left you broken, Samira. He took away your esprit.”
“I still have my spirit,” Samira said weakly. “Teta, I don’t know what to do.”
Teta pulled her granddaughter into a hug, stroking her hair like she did when Samira was a little girl. “Habibti, you must forgive yourself for what happened. Even though none of it was your fault, I can see that you blame yourself. Before you can get over this, you must stop blaming yourself.”
“I don’t want to hurt Draco, teta. I c-care too much about him,” Samira said, tears gathering in her eyes. “He’s the sweetest, kindest, most wonderful man and he treats me with so much respect and so much tenderness, I just feel so unworthy.”
“That is dérisoire!” Teta admonished. “Absurd! You are worthy of any man, Samira. That baiseur, Sebastien, did not deserve you!”
Samira sat back and wiped at her eyes, wanting to get rid of any evidence that she had been crying.
“Does Draco know you cannot have children?” Teta asked softly.
Samira shrugged. “He doesn’t know that I can’t but I said that I wasn’t planning on having kids.”
“Does he know about Sebastien? About what Sebastien did to you?”
Samira shook her head violently. “No. I… I can’t tell him.”
“You must,” Teta said.
“I’m so ashamed, Teta,” Samira said in a whisper.
Teta nodded slowly. “Ok, Sami, it’s ok. I know you need to think about this long and hard before you make any decisions, but Draco will understand. He comes from a background of insecurity, with which he covered with arrogance. His life essence was very easy to read.”
Samira rubbed at her arms glancing out the window where she caught a glimpse of Draco, her father and brother. “I just need to think about it all,” she said more to herself than anyone else. “Please don’t tell my parents about what happened. They just think I broke up with Sebastien. They don’t know about the fight or the hospital… or my infertility.”
Teta nodded. “I’ll leave that to you, Samira. But you know you must tell them as well. They love you and will support you in anything, just like I will.”
Samira hugged her grandmother tight and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Teta. For everything.”
“Je t’aime, Sami,” Teta said tenderly. “Now, go to your man and tell him how much you care about him.”
With a small smile, Samira left the kitchen to follow Teta’s advice.
“So, we fixed up the roof about a year ago and then did the siding along with it,” Robert explained to Draco and his son.
“It looks professional,” Draco mentioned. “I wouldn’t believe you did it yourself without magic.”
“It’s a stress reliever,” Robert said. “Working on the house was always a good way to let the stresses of work leak out.”
“I usually go running when I’m stressed or have a lot of anxious energy,” Draco said. “I’m not very handy, hell, I’m not handy at all without my wand, but running doesn’t require any thought or talent, so it’s great.”
“Same,” Michael said. “Right around the time Melania was born and she had colic, I would go running when we would finally get her to stop crying. Rosa thought I was running away at times, which is pretty accurate.”
“Melania really seems to like you, Draco,” Robert said. “Do you have much experience with children?”
“To tell you the truth, not really. I was an only child and I don’t really come into contact with many children in my line of work,” Draco said. “Melania is a really fun kid. Loud, but fun.”
“Tell me about it,” Michael laughed. “She has a set of lungs on her that rival a screeching banshee.”
“Now, that’s not very nice, Mikey,” Samira said from behind them. “How would Rosa feel knowing you’re comparing her baby girl to a banshee?”
“She would be fine seeing as how she came up with the analogy,” Michael smiled, putting his arm around his sister. “What are you doing out here? Did you miss me terribly?”
“Yep, I just couldn’t last without your snide humor and annoying comments,” Samira teased. “What are you boring Draco with out here?”
“Oh, you know, talking about construction and Quidditch and muscles and uh, body hair and other things purely male,” Michael said.
Samira shoved him playfully and shook her head at him. “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to steal Draco for a few minutes.”
At Michael’s wolf-whistle and her father’s laugh, Samira rolled her eyes and grabbed Draco’s hand to walk back into the house. He wrapped his arm around her waist and planted a kiss on her temple. “I’m having a lot of fun, Sam.”
She smiled at him and tried not to do something girlish, like cry, which she wanted to do. She kissed his cheek and thanked him. “I know they’re a bit eccentric, but knowing that they haven’t chased you out of the house yet means so much.”
“What did you want to see me about?”
“Melania is getting really sleepy, but she refuses to go to sleep until you say goodnight to her,” Samira said.
Draco smiled and allowed Samira to lead him back into the house, followed by Michael and Robert.
“Raco!” Melania brightened when he entered the room. “Ith time for thleeping! Goo’night!”
Her knob-kneed walk to him was borderline adorable and when Draco picked her up, she yawned and blinked at him before giving him a sloppy, wet kiss on the cheek. The best toddler-kiss a guy could ask for.
“Come on, munchkin, we don’t want to make Auntie Sam jealous,” Michael joked, taking his droopy eyed daughter from Draco. “Thanks for dinner, mum. We’re going to head home and get her to bed.”
Everyone said their goodnights and somehow, Samira was able to persuade her parents into her and Draco leaving, which was no easy feat, seeing as how they hadn’t even served him coffee, Moroccan style.
Samira decided to apparate to the park near her flat and walk, as Samira claimed, to burn off the bajillion calories that her mother’s cooking inflicted upon them.
A light breeze nipped at their skin as they walked through the park, causing Samira to shiver and rub her arms to generate warmth. Draco put an arm around her and pulled her close to his body heat, creating more warmth than she could have ever conjured up herself.
“What was that word that your mother and grandmother kept calling you?” Draco asked.
“Habibti?” she asked.
“Yeah, that one. Before we left, Teta called me habibi. Is that the same?”
Samira nodded. “Habibi means ‘my love’ when spoken to a male. Then you add the ‘t’ sound to the end when you address a female. I could have sworn I’ve called you that before,” Samira mused.
“I think you have once or twice, but I probably just ignored it, thinking I’d misheard you,” Draco laughed.
“That’s sweet,” Samira joked.
“So, I’m your love?” Draco asked with a sly grin.
Samira smiled at him but didn’t say anything. Draco was not going to push his luck. They’d only gone out a month… there was no, no, no way she was in love with him.
“It’s getting cold,” Samira shivered, despite Draco’s arms around her. “Come to my place and I can make you some hot cocoa.”
Draco could think of other ways they could heat up. They involved no hot cocoa, but a lot of nakedness.
He followed her through the park, the moon acting as their only light source. As he walked beside her, he kissed her neck and cheek, enjoying the smell of her: verbena and jasmine. She sighed into his embrace, inwardly thankful that the park was deserted.
Somehow, they made it to her flat in between stolen kisses against the walls of her building and in the lift, with much groping on Draco’s part. Their one-month abstinence seemed to be meeting its end.
“You looked so gorgeous tonight, Sam,” Draco whispered against her lips as they lay on her couch in a very comprising, but clothed, position. He lay between her legs, nestled very comfortably against her body, his lips hovering over hers.
“Thank you, habibi,” she responded huskily. “You always look like a hot-stud, so my complimenting you could get pretty old.”
He laughed and the vibrations between them upped the sexual atmosphere by at least three hundred percent. Samira’s breath grew quicker as she felt Draco’s evident attraction to her through the thickness of his khakis and the thinness of her dress.
“Thank you for being so patient with me, Draco,” Samira said softly, bringing her fingers to his hair and brushing it away from his eyes. “I… I… I’m sorry.”
Draco’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “Why are you sorry? For making me wait? Hell, Sami, I’m a big boy and I can be patient.”
Samira shook her head. “I’m sorry for… God, this is hard.”
“What’s wrong, Samira?” Draco asked, taking her hand in his and lacing his fingers through hers. “Tell me.”
He could see tears glistening in her eyes. Why? He had no friggin’ clue.
“I didn’t mean for this to go so far,” she finally said. “I thought it would be like a one-date or a two-date deal and then that would be it… but now, I’m just so in over my head.”
“Are we going too fast?” Draco asked warily. “I’ll slow down, Sam. I swear; I don’t want you to feel pressured at all.”
The corner of her lip came up in a half-smile. “No, it’s not that. In ideal circumstances, we were going too slowly.”
“Ok, I’m confused now,” Draco smiled back.
“I can’t seem to get enough of you,” she told him and brought his face to hers, kissing him so deep that he forgot his name.
She pulled back and lay panting beneath him… an act so erotic he had to count to ten so as to not take her right then and there.
“I don’t deserve you,” she said quietly. “I… you deserve so much more, Draco. I can’t offer you everything that you could possibly want. You deserve so much better.”
Draco’s brows furrowed this time. “Now, wait a second. You think you’re not good enough for me?”
Samira stayed silent, holding his gaze in silent assent.
“That’s complete shit, Samira. You’re more than I could ever want and ever need. I know there are things that we haven’t told each other and there are things in your past that you aren’t ready to tell me and some things in mine that I’d rather wish I didn’t even know about… but we have plenty of time for all those things.”
She kissed him again, her body taking over her conscience. She knew she shouldn’t be going this far… that she should do the noble thing and stop what they were about to do. But her body was not complying. If her body were a separate entity, it would have rolled its eyes at her and shook its head in defiance.
Unspoken awareness traveled between them. They weren’t going to stop this time. Tonight, it was just about his body, her body and the intense sensuality they provided each other.
His lips sought hers, hard, unyielding and needy.
Samira brought her hands to his chest and nudged him slightly. At first, Draco thought she was pushing him away, but he soon found out she wanted to move off the couch and into her bed.
He followed her dazedly as she led him to her bedroom. It smelled just like her: fresh, clean, and wonderfully earthy.
She bent down to pull off her high heels and gave Draco a wonderful view. He toed off his own shoes, lust hazing his eyes and mind.
Her shoes were off, his shoes were off… and then her lips were on his. She kissed him with a voracious yearning. Her roaming hands, inching towards the buttons of his shirt made his internal moan audible.
He busied his hands with the lace ties in the back of her dress. How on earth had she tied the blasted things? None of that mattered though as Samira arched into his body, pressing her soft chest to his hard one. She pulled back from his lips and he stared into her heavy-lidded gaze, one filled with so much passion and desire, he had to pull her back to him or he would have fallen.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I kissed those lips outside your door,” he whispered in a tone laced with blinding arousal.
“Ditto, big boy,” she smirked against his lips, cupping his erection in her hand.
He whimpered, er, in a very manly way, at her hand-to-manhood grope. “You keep that up and I won’t be able to last, habibti.”
She smiled at the use of the endearment he used. “We can’t have that, now, can we?” she said wantonly, licking her lips in apprehension and trailing her fingers to the button of his khakis.
He stopped her with his own smirk and walked her backwards towards the bed. She laughed breathily as he pushed her to laying position. He pulled the dress off of her, finally, and stood perusing her body with unadulterated approval.
Her bronze skin tone shined with her natural beauty. Her breasts looked good enough to eat, round and just the right size: able to fit in his hands. His eyes trailed lower to the black panties she wore.
His gaze stopped though, right above the hem of her underwear where two, straight scars rested. The scars lay above her pubic bone and when she caught where his attention lay, she squirmed on the bed.
“What happened?” he asked curiously.
Samira blinked for several second. “J-just roughhousing from when I was younger. Nothing serious.”
He nodded, but something deep inside him told him that she wasn’t being honest. He hated to think of her as lying to him, but maybe she was ashamed at whatever had caused those scars. He didn’t know, but the dying flames in her eyes caused him to spur into action.
“You’re so beautiful, Sami,” he said quietly.
She smiled at him and summoned him with a finger. “It’s not fair that I’m half naked and you have got all of your clothes on.”
As he reached to unbutton the rest of his shirt, Samira’s nimble fingers stopped him and took over the job. She gave him fleeting kisses with every button she unbuttoned.
In a stumble of random sequence, his shirt was finally gone and Samira was kissing his smooth chest with lips so hot he groaned with the fire she left in her path. The little Siren that she was managed to rid him of his pants and her hand had found his throbbing length.
“I meant it, Sam… I will not last,” he groaned into her mouth.
She released him with a wily grin, a seductive gleam in her eye.
“You make me forget how modest and shy I am, habibi,” she whispered in his ear.
He grinned back at her. “Fantastic, now lie on the bed so I can ogle you some more.”
She laughed at him and did as was told.
His eyes swept over her body, arousing her to the fullest extent and making her want… need him more than ever. Again, she crooked her finger at him and lured him to her on the bed.
He smiled at her and knelt before her on the bed, his hard body flush against hers. He kissed her neck softly, smelling her sweet scent and tasting her. She ran her hands down his back slowly, bringing him closer to her body.
His lips found a path down to her chest and then down to her stomach. He kissed the two scars and brought his lips back to hers as she urged. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside of her. Her face was flushed and her eyes darker than he’d ever seen them before. Stripping her of the black panties and with one last kiss, he pushed into her and almost lost his mind.
She matched him move for move, thrust for thrust, kiss for kiss. Her little mewls of pleasure and sighs drove him over the edge. He snaked his hand down between them, using his hand to find her most sensitive spot.
She writhed in blissful agony, groaning his name as she came apart in his arms. He followed soon after her, finding pure ecstasy as he pushed into her one final time.
Panting for sweet breath as they came down from their sexual high, Draco slowly eased off of her to prevent crushing her with his weight. Her cheeks hinted the boldest red and her eyes shimmered with pure adoration.
She brought her lips to his as he settled next to her and brought her to his side. She kissed him deeply, thoroughly, entirely.
Was it possible to fall in love with someone after only a month…?
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