I like the snake on your tattoo

I like the ivy and the ink blue

Yayo

Yes, you

Yayo

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Draco kicked the Cabinet. Shakily, he sank to the ground and sobbed. He hadn't meant to lose it like that. And now he'd shown her the Mark. He just didn't understand her. Didn't she realise that he was just trying to protect her from all of this? Yet no matter how hard he tried to push her away, she kept coming back. So he had no choice. She had to know who it was she was trying to help. She had to know that he wasn't the good person she kept on insisting he was.

Draco closed his eyes as he remembered the look on her face when he had ripped his shirt sleeve up his arm. She was horrified. She couldn't get away from him quick enough. He teared up when he remembered the way she had stumbled, tottering over the heels she was wearing as she scrambled for the door. She had been dressed up. For the party. For Longbottom.

She would be there now, he thought.

Slowly, he stood up. He wanted to go to her. He wanted to see if she was OK. He wanted to apologise.

But.

But, isn't this what he had wanted? For her to turn her back on him and leave?

He walked towards the door, his steps picking up a pace as he thought about the look of horror on her face. He thought about the way that she insisted he was a good person as he yanked open the door. She believed in him. And like a fool, he had pushed her away.

He was practically running now, not entirely sure in which direction he needed to go.

Where was this damned party?! He suddenly realised that it must be held in Slughorn's office so he turned on the spot and hurried in the other direction.

As he approached the corridor where Slughorn's office was located, Draco could hear the faint tinkling of laughter and soft music playing. He slowed down, approaching the office cautiously, heart thudding in his chest from rushing there so quickly.

The door was slightly ajar and he carefully pushed it open so he could see inside better. The ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson and gold hangings giving the impression of a large tent. The crowded room was bathed in a red light. There were people mingling and others dancing. Draco scanned his eyes over them, desperately trying to spot the dark haired Slytherin.

And then he saw her. She wasn't dancing. She wasn't even mingling. She was stood, alone by the buffet table, just watching the crowd with sad eyes in that shimmering emerald green dress. Draco wondered how on earth he could have ever thought her disgusting. Because right there and then, he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

A hand landed gruffly on his shoulder making him jump.

"And just what do you think you're doing here, young Malfoy?"

***

I shouldn't have come. I just wasn't in the mood. And poor Neville deserved better than this. He kept trying to make conversation but I struggled to comply. My head was such a mess. All I could think about was Draco.

Leaving Neville chatting to some Hufflepuffs, I wondered over to the buffet table. There was nothing there that I felt like eating. I heaved a heavy sigh as I watched people dancing happily away. I wished so much I could be like them. My mind wandered over to the Room of Requirement and I wondered if Draco was still there, working himself to death on that damn Cabinet. I felt tears prick behind my eyes and I was just wondering if I'd be missed if I slipped out now, when I noticed there was some sort of commotion at the door.

I squinted over and recognised Filch dragging someone roughly into the room. My breath hitched in the back of my throat as I realised it was Draco. What on Earth was he doing here?!

"Professor Slughorn," I heard Filch wheezing as he dragged Draco towards where Slughorn was standing, chatting to Harry and Luna. "I discovered this boy lurking in the corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party and to have been delayed in setting out. Did you issue him with an invitation?"

Draco pulled himself free of Filch's grip. He looked furious.

"All right, I wasn't invited!" He spat angrily, trying to straighten out his suit. "I was trying to gatecrash, happy?"

"No I'm not!" Filch yelled, although looking gleeful. "You're in trouble, you are! Didn't the Headmaster say that night-time prowling's out, unless you've got permission, didn't he, eh?"

"That's alright, Argos, that's all right," Slughorn said, waving a hand. "It's Christmas, and it's not a crime to want to come to a party. Just this once, we'll forget any punishment; you may stay Draco."

My heart thudded in my chest, Draco had gatecrashed the party. I watched him thanking Slughorn as Filch scuttled angrily away. And then his eyes met mine. Instantly he headed towards me, his eyes never leaving mine. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty.

He stopped right in front of me, his breathing heavy. I couldn't read the expression on his face. It wasn't anger anymore.

"Draco?" I spoke, gently, carefully.

"I- I wanted to tell you that- that..." he trailed off as he seemed to be struggling with what to say.

"Is everything OK, Rosie?" It was Neville. He stepped up beside me, looking questioningly between Draco and myself.

Draco composed himself, his usual sneer returning as he rounded on Neville.

"Do you mind, Longbottom. We're trying to have a private conversation here."

Neville looked at me worriedly and I gave him a small nod.

"It's ok, Neville. Really." I assured him with a smile.

"Ok, I'll be over with Harry if you need me." He said, glancing back warily at Draco, who shot him a fierce glare in response.

As soon as Neville left, Draco grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the buffet table, and led me towards an empty balcony at the back of the room.

"It's quieter here." He explained as we stepped out into the cold night air.

"What do you want, Draco?" I asked, shivering.

"Look, I just wanted to say... well, to say that I'm sorry." I could tell that this wasn't easy for him. His grey eyes were full of fear and remorse and I could tell he was waiting for my response with baited breath.

Looking him solemnly in the eye, I gently wrapped my hand around his left arm, placing it where I knew the Dark Mark was inked on his skin. He flinched. I took a step closer and raising up on tiptoes, I moved my lips so they were almost touching his left ear.

"It's ok." I whispered.

He released a sigh as I stepped back and when I looked into his eyes I could see the relief and understanding of what I had meant.

We stood like that in a charged silence, my hand not having left his arm. My heart thudded as we held one another's gaze. The want in his eyes was overwhelming.

"You're beautiful." It was barely a whisper, but I heard it. His eyes flickered to my lips and I shivered, not from the cold but from the longing and desire coursing through my veins.

"Rosie?"

Startled by the interruption, Draco and I jumped apart. I looked guiltily to where Harry had appeared. His face was thunderous.

"Neville said you were out here. What does he want?"

"Oh keep your hair on, Potter." Draco sneered. "I'm off now anyway - I've got somewhere I need to be." He gave me a meaningful glance before disappearing back into the party.

I knew what it meant. The Room of Requirement.

Flustered, I turned to Harry who was giving me such an incredulous look, I nearly burst out laughing.

"And just what was that all about, exactly?"

I sighed, impatiently. I really wanted to leave. Now.

"It's nothing, Harry. Dra- I mean, Malfoy, wanted to know if I'd seen Pansy." I lied, trying not to meet Harry's eyes as he looked at me unconvincingly.

"But why-"

"Look Harry," I cut him off. "I just remembered something important. I need to go."

"But-"

I ran back in, leaving Harry standing on the balcony, bewildered. I didn't care. All I wanted to do was to get to the Room of Requirement.

I pushed past the rest of the party goers, feeling a twinge of guilt at abandoning Neville, but thoughts of Draco overriding that immediately.

I stumbled out into the corridor and practically ran all the way to the seventh floor. Both my heart and lungs were going crazy by the time I reached the tapestry.

As soon as I burst through the door, his lips came crashing down on mine as he pulled me to him. My hands went straight to the back of his head, running my hands through his hair, forcing him to kiss me harder. His hands were urgently running up and down my body, making me gasp into his mouth at the feel of his hands on my bare back.

We stumbled, clumsily, not wanting to break the kiss, and moved further into the room. I started furiously tugging at his shirt, longing to feel his skin beneath. He helped me tear it off him and I could have died at the intensity of my yearning as I touched every inch of his naked torso.

I didn't stop him when he pulled my straps down over my shoulders, my longing to feel my skin on his was too intense. I let my dress fall in a green pool on the ground and Draco stopped the kiss just for a second to take in the sight of me standing in just my underwear and high heeled shoes.

"God, you're beautiful, Rosie." He breathed before crashing his lips back on to mine and fiercely pulling me in to him.

My hands made quick work of his fastenings as I unbuckled his trousers, allowing them to fall down around his ankles.

He broke the kiss and taking my hand, led me over to where a pile of cushions and blankets lay on the floor. He coaxed me down and laid me on my back whilst he leant over me, resuming our kissing, one of his hands tangled in my hair, the other roaming urgently up and down my body making me shiver and moan in pleasure.

When he fingered the hem of my thongs, I thrust my hips up in encouragement and he hastily pulled them down as I in turn tugged at his boxers, managing to stifle my gasp as his dick pressed hard and invitingly against my stomach.

He broke the kiss and gave me a searching look, as if asking for permission.

"I want you." Hunger made me breathless for him as I groped him beneath my fingers, marvelling at how hot and hard he felt. "Right now."

His eyes lit up instantly, the pupils contracting as I added a little pressure.

"Let me," he demanded, his voice guttural and low.

He kissed me hard, his groans vibrating down my tongue as he took it into his own hand, stroking it against me and causing my breath to catch. He continued to rub, growing more and more frantic, making the tightening in my stomach to knot further and further.

"Look at me." A growl, domineering and forceful.

And so I did. Because what else could I do? I was at his complete mercy. My heart raced as our eyes met, and I whispered his name, wanting him.

A small gasp escaped the back of my throat as he slowly pushed into me, stretching me out and filling me up, his eyes never leaving mine as he went all the way to the hilt.

I had never thought it possible to feel such intense pleasure. But it still wasn't enough; I gripped him harder as he rocked in and out of me and I thought I would never get enough of him.

This went on for a while and I watched in wonderment as his face contorted into different expressions - first fierce and then... abandonment.

Wave after wave of pleasure flowed through me until eventually, a plunging shudder made me want to scream, gasp and laugh at the same time, but no noise came, instead, a blissful trembling.

It was at this point when Draco, who had been pounding into me at an alarming rate, stopped; his orgasm evidently flowing through him as he stiffened, profanities spilling from his lips in a loud and un-Malfoy like-manner,

And that was how we found ourselves collapsing together in each other's arms; sweaty, exhausted and very much spent.

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