Parade of the Sun - Dramione

PART THIRTY-ONE.

November 9; 4:14am

It took her eyes a little while to adjust to the moonlight in the room, and she could still hardly see. Draco's throat was millimeters from her face, and she had turned on her stomach at some point, though he didn't appear to have moved at all. Except for the hand now on her back and being pressed a little tighter to her side.

She blushed, which was ridiculous given the fact that he wasn't even awake, but it happened all the same. She almost wanted to laugh for no reason at all, but she could feel it bubble up inside her chest. She was slightly embarrassed by her reactions last night, and she tried to ignore them in favor of remembering his. She almost couldn't believe it happened. If she weren't currently laying naked beside his own naked self, she might have doubted it.

She had sex with Draco Malfoy. The laugh bubbled up again, but she held it behind her grin. It was so absurd, but it made perfect sense. It was... She couldn't have asked for it to go any better than that, really. Not with anyone. She could have done without some of the awkwardness - that she was sure would follow today as well - but it had been good enough to make her heart a little quicker just by thinking about it. She had expected a little regret, but she couldn't find any. It might also depend on how he acted today.

She needed to clean herself up, and she pushed over, away from his hand. She felt it slide against her skin, and she got goosebumps in the cold when his body heat left her. She was sore when she sat up, though it was better when she stood, and she grabbed her clothes off the floor. She stared at him for several minutes, trying to let it sink in -- as if it hadn't enough last night - and remember the details.

She grabbed the blanket from the top of the bed, pulling it over him. If the mental images had been bad before, she was screwed now.

8:38am

She had tried to use as little water as possible to clean herself up, but they were still very low. They would have to leave soon to find a river - tonight or tomorrow morning. By her calculations, with their speed and if they left tonight, they would have to carry about twenty books with them. It wasn't going to be easy, but they didn't have a choice.

She wasn't even sure which ones they had gone through yesterday. They had knocked most the books off the table last night, and she had taken an hour of going through them to see which ones she had already read. She left the ones she hadn't there, in case Draco had, and grabbed new books so she wouldn't be wasting time rereading.

She looked up at the sound of his footsteps coming out of the bedroom. He didn't look like he had just woken up - his eyes weren't drooping but alert, and his hair was in some semblance of order. She could see a red mark at the bottom of his neck from her, and she felt a bit smug about this, since she happened to have felt at least three tender spots on her own. He was also dressed, though when her eyes quickly swept down his length, she only saw the details of his nudity. She blushed, smoothing her hands over the pages of her book.

"Hey," she greeted. Was that what she was supposed to do? Were they more of a go up and kiss greeting level now? Maybe she should have smiled. Maybe she shouldn't act like last night was normal. Maybe--

"Hey." He didn't sound like he just woken up either. What had he been doing in there? Trying to avoid the awkwardness until he realized it was impossible? Deciding greeting levels? Regretting it?

She didn't think most males felt the way most females did about virginity, but she wondered if he was having too-late second thoughts about having her be the one to...receive it. She blushed harder at the image that word choice brought up, blowing air up to her curls and staring wide-eyed at the book. She read the same paragraph five times without a single moment of comprehension. She heard him track over to the table, raise himself up on it, sniff, and swipe a book.