Draco began sucking on my neck, hard.

His lips returned to mine, and he began to kiss me softly.

Draco's lips moved slowly, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

Draco's large hands massaged my waist, as he pulled my body closer to his.

His hands moved up too the top of my shirt, and his fingers played with the button.

He slowly unbuttoned them one, by one.

Until the shirt was open, revealing my red, lacey bra.

Draco moved his lips back to my neck.

He slowly left a trail of hickies from my neck, to all over my breasts.

Every kiss that met my skin was more blissful than the first.

Draco knew what to do.

He knew that he was my weakness.

Draco knew I would fold.

He knew I would bow down to him, and do whatever he said.

Draco pulled his shirt off, before laying on his back as I sat on his hips.

I leaned over on top of him.

I began sucking on Draco's neck, hard.

Leaving large hickies on both sides of his neck.

I slowly moved down his chest, kissing, and leaving small bruises all the way down too the top waistband of his underwear and pants.

I had to stop myself.

I wasn't going to give in so easily to Draco Malfoy.

I wouldn't let myself.

"Mhhh." Draco moaned loudly.

I could see the outline of him through his gray pants.

I smirked as I stopped.

I didn't want to stop, but I knew I had too.

I quickly climbed back on the bed, and laid next to him.

Draco's head popped up, and he rolled over on his side.

He propped his arm up to support his head.

"Why did you stop?" Draco wined, pouting as he played with the button of my pants.

Draco popped the button open, and unzipped my pants. Revealing my matching red underwear.

Draco knew how to play this game too.

"Like I said before.... you look better in green." Draco smirked, before zipping my pants up, and closing the button.

"Why didn't you go out for Christmas?" I asked him.

I changed the subject. I had to keep my mind off of him.

His eyes sparkled in the morning light.

"I wanted some time away from everyone. And plus, with most people gone, we don't have to sneak around so much over the weekend. It gives us a little break." He laughed.

"Until everyone comes back tomorrow night." I rolled my eyes.

...

We didn't really do much over the weekend.

Draco, Cedrick and I just hung out.

It was nice just to hang out with them. I haven't really hung out with anyone, besides my own little friend group.

Draco didn't have to pretend he hated me either, which means Cedrick was able to see he actually wasn't such a bad guy.

My parents didn't send me anything for Christmas, like always.... Ron's mom did send me a pair of knitted gloves.

...

"How was your Christmas?!" I asked, Hermione as she came in the door. She set her luggage down, and sat on her bed.

I could practically see her thoughts swirling in her head.

It was late at night, I was in my pjs and a sweatshirt.

"Good, how was yours?" She asked, as she awkwardly smiled.

"Same as usual." I awkwardly smiled back. She sighed, and nodded.

Hermione got up and changed, looking away from me.

"Can.... I talk to you about Saturday morning?" She asked, finally spitting her thoughts out.

"Yes, I figured that was coming." I sighed, She quickly changed and laid down in her bed.

"Well, were you getting touchy with Malfoy at that party?" She asked seriously, "Because, that is completely stupid if you're seeing that idiot."

"No, I'm not. It wasn't me." I replied sternly.

"But...the lipstick matched the color you were wearing that night. You know we don't like him." Hermione replied back.

"There were over 100 people at that party, I wasn't the only one wearing red lipstick. And, I was with Cedrick the whole night, I didn't leave his side. You can even ask him. Why would it matter if I was seeing anyone or not?" I turned my back toward her.

Hermione turned the lamp off that's next to her.

"I'll ask Cedrick tomorrow then. I don't care if you're seeing someone, as long as it's not Malfoy. He's disgusting, and vile. Malfoy is to mean to love anything, especially people like us." she whispered to me.

I know she doesn't get along with him, but to call him names like that... when he wasn't even here to defend himself?

The worst he's called her was a mudblood, and he's called me it too.

"Being a mudblood doesn't define me, it shouldn't define you either. Goodnight." I said harshly to her.

She didn't even reply back to me.

Hermione was stubborn like that.

Draco wasn't always mean, he could be sweet and charming.

His smile could be soft, and his eyes can sparkle.

His touch can be gentle.

I think his family has caused him to put on the stone face that he often wears.

I wish that Draco wouldn't act so full of himself sometimes.

In front of people his ego gets the best of him, but when he's alone....

It's like I'm talking to someone else.

I wish they could see that Draco wasn't such a bad guy.

I don't think I could ever hate Draco the way they do.