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13 - make me.

*trigger warning: some sexual themes*

***FAST FORWARD TO JANUARY***

Elora's POV

"Elora!" I hear from down the long hallway. Hermione is finally back. The boys are finally back. Everyone is finally back.

I can't tell them about Draco, Harry will use the Avada curse on him; I know it.

Running and hugging 'Mione, I smile to the boys over her shoulder. They join in the hug and it forms into a large group hug. God, I've missed them more than anything.

"Hermione, Harry, Ron, I've missed you all so damn much." I giggle, taking Hermione's hand and squeezing it. I turn my figure to face hers. "I have so much to tell you."

The group chats loudly as we walk to the Great Hall for dinner. I split off with them, going to the Slytherin table whilst they go to Gryffindor. I wish I could be with them.

"So, did you tell them?" I hear a raspy voice whisper from next to me. "About.. this?" His finger gestures between us.

I audibly scoff. "You think I would?"

"Don't know, Baxter. It's the 'trio' after all." Draco remarks, using air quotes when he speaks 'trio'.

"No. I didn't tell them, now stop being fucking rude." I shoot at him, rolling my eyes.

"Keep this attitude up and you'll see what happens." He whispers. He moves his hand to touch my thigh, slowly grazing it. I shiver from his cold touch. He notices this and takes it as a sign to smirk down at me.

"I'm not the one with an attitude, Malfoy. Now, go back to being the infamous Draco Malfoy who only cares about his reputation." I pull away from him, pulling my robe over my legs.

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After the feast, I go to the Gryffindor common room to talk with Hermione. I contemplate whether or not I should tell her about Draco and I while she was away.

I sit on the plush, velvet red couch in the common room. Hermione sits on the floor, in front of the fire. The blazing wood warms her back and creates an orange outline around her body.

"So-" She starts. "What did you have to tell me about?" Hermione pulls her knees up to her chest, hugging them gently with her arms.

"Well.. you know Kayla right?" I ask, fiddling with my ring on my finger.

"Yes. What about her?" She doesn't seem amused that this is what she's wasting precious studying time on.

"She came for New Years, then we got in a fight. I have no one now." I add, small droplets of water starting to form at the base of my green eyes.

A tear slips out, trickling down my cheek. I hear Mione's breath catch, her hand moving to her mouth.

"Oh no, what about?"

"Erm-"

Fuck. Fuck. What do I say?!

"Things back home." I lie.

"I'm so sorry, Elora. I wish I could help. I'm always here if you need anything, remember that I can cast a good hex sometimes." Her wink flies to my face, creating a small smile on it.

"Thanks, Hermione." I speak gently, standing off of the sofa. "I better be going now, it's getting late and you know how strict the rules are better than anybody." I add.

She laughs quietly; pure but quiet. "Alright, see you tomorrow, Elora. Goodnight." I hear her whisper. I gently slip out of the warm common room.

The hallways are cold and the freezing January air pierces my skin and I step through the halls. I hear some doors click shut, along with some "sleep well" remarks from student to student as we all make it to our dormitories for the night.

I enter the emerald common room, goosebumps among my arms. I inaudibly shut the large door and walk to the staircase. I almost bump into another person.

"Watch it." The male student sneers, not looking at me.

"Geez, someone's pissy." I whisper to myself, not aware that I was loud enough for the person to hear.

A large hand grabs my arm, pulling me back and spinning me around.

"Of course, it's you." I smirk, looking up at the blonde haired boy. "Who has the attitude now?"

"Damn, you better watch your mouth as well, Baxter. Who knows what you'll say." He jets out.

"Shut the fuck up sometimes, alright?" I spit back at him, my eyes interlocked with his.

"Make me." He raises his eyebrows and smirks at me.

I pull my arm out of his grip, his hand dropping to his side. I spin on my heel and run up the stairs to my dorm.

Shutting my door, I slip my sweatshirt off. My cheeks are red with anger and frustration towards him. There's a loud bang on my door.

Another.

Then another.

I stumble to the door, face still red. He doesn't skip a beat when the door swings open. He immediately grabs my waist and presses his lips onto mine. The embrace was passionate and he had been wanting a kiss, like this one, for a while.

He closes the door behind him, not breaking away from the kiss.

"Jump." He whispers between kisses, and I do so. My legs straddle his hips, my arms around his neck. This action deepens the kiss.

His hands are low on my waist and he slowly walks us over to my bed. Draco pushes me down onto the mattress, putting himself on top of me.

I pull on his tie, making his body press even more into mine. I feel a bulge at the base of his pants and I smirk.

He pulls at the hem of my blouse, pulling away from the kiss.

"Listen, Baxter," He breathes. "Are you sure?"

I smile softly. "Yes."

He smirks, and pulls my shirt off. His lips connect with mine, then move down. My neck soon has small purple spots on it from his love-bites.

"Draco-" I pull at the roots of his hair, earning a low groan. "I have to tell you something before we do anything."

"God, you make everything sound hot. What is it?" He pulls himself away from my body and stares his dark grey irises deep into my eyes.

"I'm.. I'm a virgin." I whisper. My eyes clamp shut, nervous for his response.

I feel his chilly fingertips on my chin, forcing my now-open eyes to look into his. There's an eerie silence in the air, for a few moments, before he speaks.

"Then, we can take it slow. We don't have to." He replies, his voice quiet and low. Hot.

Next, I don't answer him with words. I pull his face back into mine; his arms taking off his shirt and throwing it across the floor.

Suddenly, I flip him off of me. The roles change, with him on bottom and me on top. I run my warm fingertips up and down his chiseled chest and stomach, his pale arms forming goosebumps. I smile at this action, as I place my hand on the space between his legs. He gasps softly and slowly slips off my skirt, only one layer of clothing protecting the most  delicate part of my body.

He flips us back over, with him on top again. A smirk pulls at his lips as he does this, with his head cocked to the side. Draco unbuckles his belt and pulls off his pants, leaving us both in only our underwear. He crawls back on top of me and we hold eye contact.

He moves his mouth close to my ear, his hot breath radiating shivers across my whole body.

"Are you sure, Elora? 100%?" He whispers, my brain melting from his voice.

"Yes. I promise you, I am sure." I say, reassuring him.

He smiles and pulls me in for yet another passionate kiss. His soft lips move in sync with mine. As he starts to move lower on my neck, I moan softly. Pleasure and desire corse through my veins, wanting more. Wanting his lips everywhere.

Wanting him.