"So, what have you got planned for the rest of the day?"

Draco, who had now found some clothes, looked up at me expectantly from the sofa as I entered the living room, still wearing my pjs because I couldn't be fucked to get dressed ever again.

I was still too sore after that fucking degrading article.

"Nothing." I shrugged throwing myself heavily down on the far end of the sofa. "TV I guess."

"But it's your birthday!" He spluttered. "Don't you have plans?"

"I don't usually celebrate birthdays." I muttered, picking up the remote control, wishing he would just drop the fucking 'b' word.

The truth was, no one in my family celebrated birthdays since the Battle of Hogwarts. The guilt of being alive when Fred was dead was too much for us.

"What?" Draco's face dropped, his brow creasing in a frown.

"Well I'm hardly going to go out after that fucking great start to the day! I'm literally the laughing stock of the country! No, I'm just going to crawl into a hole and die." I declared as I defiantly pointed the remote at the TV and started flicking through channels.

"I'd miss you if you did that," Draco said, after a pause.

I looked over at him and noticed he was studying me carefully, his silver grey eyes glinting sadly in mine. I had to fight the sudden urge to throw myself into his arms and let him comfort me.

It frightened me how close I'd been to giving myself to him earlier; how lost and caught up in desire I'd gotten just by the mere scent of him.

"I'm going to put the kettle on," I mumbled, jumping up and practically flew out of the room. I didn't trust myself around him anymore; I knew it was a mistake letting him get this close to me again.

The problem was I never fucking learned.

"Why don't you celebrate birthdays?" He asked, following me into the kitchen. "Don't your family give you presents? And what about Potter and Granger?"

I sighed heavily, loudly slamming cups down on the side. This fucking git.

"The only birthday Harry ever celebrates is his own and I've asked Hermione to respect my wishes and not mention it. My family... well let's just say they have the same stance as me."

A rushing sickness swooped low through my stomach as I recalled Harry's plans for the one birthday we all found the most painful to address. It was such an intense feeling that I had to slam my hands down on the counter to steady myself.

"Ronnie?" Draco asked, his voice hoarse with concern. "Are you okay?"

"He's going to have the christening on... on his birthday." I whispered, feeling my whole body tremble with the ache of mentioning him. "Fred's."

Without a word, hands immediately clamped on my arms as Draco forced me round to face him and pulled me into his embrace, stroking my hair as I nuzzled my face into the bare skin of his neck.

"Is this what last night was about?" He murmured in my ear as I found myself clinging to him; using him as a lifeboat to stop myself from drowning in my sea of pain.

Slowly, I nodded; my face still pressed against his neck. He smelt so good, I didn't want to ever let him go. His arms tightened around me, as if sensing my neediness, holding me close to him.

"Do you want me to have a word with the fucker?" Draco growled. "Because I've gladly got one or two things I'd like to say to him."

"Probably best you don't, no offence, but I've been to enough funerals to last me a lifetime." I muttered bitterly.

His hand went to my chin, tilting my face up to look up at him. I felt the air still as his eyes pierced mine, and the familiar longing knotting in my stomach.

I closed my eyes as he lowered his lips onto mine, gently brushing them, causing a strangled sigh to sound at the back of my throat.

The noise made him pause, his lips lingering on mine as our shallow, quickened breaths mingled into one.

"Draco," I pleaded, the sound of my voice trembling in utter longing.

And then all of a sudden we were furiously kissing; lips attacking lips, teeth grazing and tongues thrashing.

Moans of desire, longing and passion escaped us as we pulled each other in, desperate to get as close as we possibly could.

I felt as though every particle of my body was exploding in immense joy. I clutched my fingers in his hair, grazing my fingertips across his scalp as I desperately clung to him, terrified of letting him go.

His fingers grappled at my vest, tugging it up across my waist in earnest. We broke apart briefly enough so that he could cleanly pull it off over my head, his eyes swirling in hunger as they swept over my bare chest.

I immediately started to clumsily undo his shirt, my fingers trembling too much in want to be able to do it properly.

"Let me," Draco growled, his voice now utterly hoarse with longing.

He ended up pulling it roughly over his head, tousling up his hair in the process so that white-blond locks fell messily over his eyes, giving him that school boy look which melted my heart.

He pulled me immediately to him, resuming our heated embrace, and I cried out into his mouth as I felt his skin on my skin, my body singing in euphoria at being this close to him again; wanting him, desperate for more of him.

"God, Ronnie," he growled, his kissing intensifying, furiously assaulting my lips as his hands hungrily roamed my body. "I need you so fucking much."

His hands went to my middle, hoisting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me clumsily down the hallway, never once breaking our eager, thirsty kiss.

Our bodies were sweaty frantic messes by the time we landed on my bed, both clinging to the other, desperate to come together as one. His hands tugged down my shorts, and I felt as though I was going to melt into a puddle as he placed his palm flat against my heat, his fingers slowly teasing me, making me whimper and buck against him.

"Draco, please," I begged as I started pulling at his belt buckle. I literally ached for him, my body trembling in a violent yearning that I had never experienced before.

He didn't hesitate, kicking off his trousers in record time and finally freeing himself, gasping and shuddering as my fingers wrapped greedily around him.

And, as I helped guide him in, we both cried out, our bodies shaking furiously, almost screaming in elation at being together again.

He moved slowly, almost maddeningly so as our hot, heated breaths reverberated against each other.

His hands went to my head, tangling his fingers through my hair forcing me to look up at him as we connected fully, his hardness throbbing inside of me.

"Ronnie," he breathed, his voice a strangled mess. His eyes swirled in longing and hunger as they stared deeply into mine.

"Draco," I gasped, my body practically convulsing in desire.

He started the slow rhythmic move, his eyes rolling slightly as a guttural groan escaped from the back of his throat.

We were both terrified of going too fast, wanting to savour the utter gloriness of being connected in the most intimate way possible.

He slid his arms under my back, holding me tightly as he rolled us both over, managing to stay inside of me as my body pressed down upon his.

"I've missed you so much," he growled, looking up intensely into my eyes.

Repositioning ourselves to a sitting position, I locked my legs around his waist as I straddled his lap. His arms wrapped securely around my back, one hand clutching the back of my head as the other gripped tightly around my waist.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, his arms tightening around me as he helped me move in time with him.

I gasped out loud as he took my left nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth, sending ripples of electricity cascading throughout my body as we continued to writhe, our movements getting faster and more frantic by the second.

He started to cry out, moving his lips back up to my neck as he moaned and groaned deliciously against my skin.

"I'm close," he gasped as his hips started thrusting upwards at a furious pace, slamming against my rising heat.

Black spots had already started obscuring my vision as the quickening tightening in my stomach threatened to rip.

"Ronnie!" Draco cried out; his upward thrusts becoming sloppy and desperate, his fingers digging painfully into my skin.

And then the knot in my stomach released at the exact moment I felt him shudder inside of me; our sweating heaving bodies locked tightly together as we both rode out our climaxes; pleasure rippling through me in waves.

We stayed clinging onto one another, our heated shallow breaths matching the furious thumping of our hearts.

I only realised I was crying when Draco started to kiss my tears away. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for everything."

He cradled me in his arms, laying me back down on the bed, as I continued to sob against him.

I had missed him. I had missed him beyond belief.

But I absolutely hated myself for what I'd just done.

Because like I said; I never fucking learned.

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