I allowed Draco to lead me back to the Beauxbatons carriage. And, seeing as everyone else was still down by the lake, I invited him inside.

We stood in the small, cosy cabin room which I shared with Fleur, and I suddenly felt extremely shy and awkward.

I had a boy in my room.

And he was holding my hand.

"Uh, just make yourself comfortable while I go in there." I said nervously, pointing towards the bathroom door.

I quickly hurried in and threw my clothes off, stepping briefly under the shower, allowing the steaming water to blissfully warm my skin.

When I stepped out of the shower, I realised, with horror, that I had forgotten to bring any dry clothes in with me. They were all in the cabin where Draco was sat waiting for me.

Why did I invite him in?!

Cringing, I tightly and securely wrapped a fluffy white towel under my arms before stepping back into the cabin.

Draco was sat on the edge of my bed, clutching a framed photograph that had been on my bedside table, and was studying it intently.

"Your mother?" He asked, looking up and then immediately trying to hide his startlement at my state of undress.

"Yes," I said trying to act as casually as I could, as if I always paraded around boys in just a towel. "It was taken the year before she died."

"She looks like you," he murmured, placing the photo back down on my bedside table.

His silver grey eyes pierced up at me while I stood awkwardly in the bathroom doorway. The room was rife with electricity.

He gently patted the spot on my bed next to him. "Sit with me, Aurora." His voice was soft, unthreatening.

My heart thudding, I crossed the room towards him, and tentatively sat down beside him, our shoulders knocking together as the mattress bounced slightly under my weight.

He lifted an arm, draping it across my shoulders and I blushed at how naked I felt as his long white fingers delicately grazed my bare upper arm, making my skin break out in goosebumps beneath his touch.

"Thank you for what you said out there," I whispered, looking up at him and feeling my stomach knot at the way he was staring down at me.

"I meant it, Aurora," he murmured, his voice rumbling slightly in his throat as his eyes kept darting to my lips. "Nothing else matters but you."

His breathing was getting jagged, matching my own, as he lowered his face nearer and nearer to mine.

"Draco," I breathed. He brought his other hand up to gently cup my cheek, and I closed my eyes in bliss as I felt his lips brush softly against mine.

He let out a soft content sigh, before whispering my name, and then I felt his lips once again on mine, this time more intensely as he nibbled my lower lip and then slid his tongue through at my gasp. His hand that was cupping my cheek, moved to the back of my head where he clutched fistfuls of my hair, pulling me in deeper as our tongues started to dance enthusiastically around each other, exploring the other's mouth hungrily.

My whole body was singing out for him and I barely registered as he leant back on the bed, pulling me down with him so that I was laying on top of him, never breaking the kiss which was now reaching new heights of urgency.

I felt as though I couldn't get close enough to him; that I would just die if I didn't have every inch of him touching me, kissing me, wanting me.

He rolled me over so that it was now him pressing down on top of me. The feel of his weight pinning me down drove me mad with desire. His hand started zealously roaming the length of my body, his groping and stroking getting more frantic by the second, making me moan and gasp into his mouth as my fingers dug into his back through the fabric of his shirt.

It wasn't until he started trying to tug the towel away from my body, did I realise how out of control this was getting.

"Draco," I gasped, managing to break my lips away from his, as his mouth travelled a new path down my jawline and eventually to my neck where he proceeded to attack my bare skin, sucking and nibbling, sending new waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.

With great difficulty and reluctance, I managed to place my hands on his shoulders and push him forcefully away before he could successfully pull down my towel. "Draco, stop!"

Draco stilled, lifting his head, panting heavily. He blinked down at me, looking almost confused. And then his eyes, which had been full of swirling hunger, suddenly widened as it dawned on him at how so not ready I was for any of this.

"Shit," he growled huskily, looking guiltily down at his hand which had been trying to yank my towel off. "I'm sorry, Aurora. I was getting carried away."

"We both were," I assured him, stroking his cheek tenderly to let him know it wasn't his fault. "I love being with you, Draco, but I'm not ready for that yet, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he murmured softly, looking down at me with a twinkle in his eye. "I'd never push you to do anything you weren't ready for."

I lifted my head up to meet his lips, kissing him softly and sweetly as I brought my hands to the back of his head and blissfully entwined my fingers through his hair.

Suddenly, the door banged open making both Draco and I jump out of our skin.

A deep, loud scream sounded, seeming to reverberate all around.

Draco leapt off of me as quick as a flash, his face a sickly white as he looked up towards the giant woman bearing down angrily at him from the bedroom doorway.

"DUMBLY-DOOOOOORR!!!!" Madame Maxime bellowed, shaking the walls around us, as she lurched forward and grabbed Draco by the ear, dragging him out of the room.

"Yes, Madame Maxime?" called the gentle, calm voice of Draco's Headmaster, from somewhere nearby the carriage. "Ah, Draco! And what brings-"

"I VONT YOU TO KEEP YOUR FILTHY, 'ORMONAL BOYS OV MY YOUNG, IMPRESSIONABLE GIRLS OR SO 'ELP ME - NEXT TIME I SNIP OV 'IS LITTLE PENIS!"