The first morning of my stay at the treehouse, I climbed out of bed and plodded immediately to the kitchen, knowing I couldn't do anything before I had caffeine running through my veins.

Standing in my pyjamas, waiting impatiently for the coffee to hurry the fuck up; Draco strode in, already attired smartly in his black suit.

"I'm needed at the Manor," he announced importantly as he buttoned up the cuffs of his shirt. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Oh," I said, wondering if we had suddenly become a nineteen fifties middle aged married couple over night without my knowledge. "Would you like a coffee before you go?"

"Best not," he murmured with a stiff shake of his head, "my aunt doesn't deal well with being made to wait."

"So what if you're five minutes late?" I shrugged. "What's the worst she can do?"

"Only last week she decapitated a house-elf with a butter knife for taking too long to prepare a cheese toastie."

I raised my eyebrows, saying nothing. Although I couldn't help but think that dear old Auntie Bella would probably benefit from taking a lesson in 'chill'.

"I doubt she'd take kindly to being told to chill, either." Draco smirked, trying to straighten his tie by using the window's reflection.

Huh, I thought, as I automatically reached over and straightened it for him. I was pretty sure I hadn't said that out loud.

Damn, I needed that coffee.

After he left, I rummaged around the fridge, suddenly in the mood for cheese.

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"What does Bellatrix need you for, exactly?" I enquired that evening, collecting two hundred pounds for passing Go.

Draco looked up, narrowing his eyes as though deciding whether to share with me or not.

"She teaches me to close my mind," he said eventually, leaning across to snatch the dice up off the board. "And the ability to invade others. Legilimency."

"You mean like mind-reading?" I asked, sitting up in horror, panicking at all the things I'd been thinking about in front of him. "As in you can hear what I'm thinking right now? Word for word?"

"Not exactly," Draco shrugged, suddenly looking sheepish. "It's not like I can hear you talking in your head or anything. It's more like I can feel you; and then I use those feelings to interpret your thoughts. In theory, the better you know someone, the easier that is to do."

"Wait a minute," I said, remembering something from before, "earlier - you knew exactly what I was thinking when you informed me about your delightful aunt's homicidal tendencies."

Draco chuckled, his eyes glinting amusedly at me. "That's because I know you, Blaire. I don't have to use Legilimency on you when I can already read you like a book."

"Pfft, whatever," I muttered. "I bet you don't know what I'm thinking right now."

Bloody know-it-all.

"You think I'm an infuriating know-it-all," he smirked.

I threw a hotel at his head.

"Knew it," he said in an annoyingly self satisfied tone, his smirk widening.

"Well, at least you're self aware," I scoffed, throwing my notes down next to the board. "Come on, take your go. I can finally afford Mayfair."

"I'm sick of you beating me at this game, Zabini," Draco sighed boredly, huffily throwing the dice across the floor so that it rolled out of sight, "let's do something else."

"Like what?" I asked, looking around at the empty room, feeling the sad absence of the home entertainment system.

There was a silent beat before he spoke.

"I could show you how Legilimency works."

I looked up at him in surprise. "You want to invade my mind?"

Draco shrugged, his grey eyes piercing; almost hungry. "I wouldn't hurt you. I just want to look. And then maybe I can try and teach you to close it off. Mother seems to think it's important, so I don't see why you shouldn't learn it too."

Apprehension overtook me, yet not in a bad way. In fact, I could feel an anticipatory excitement building in my lower stomach at the idea of Draco penetrating my mind.

"Go on then," I said daringly, sweeping my tongue across my suddenly dry lips. "Do it."

Draco's eyes lit up almost immediately. Pushing the monopoly board and all its pieces aside with one commanding sweep of his arm, he leant forward; grabbing hold of the bottom of my beanbag. A smirk played at his lips as he pulled; sliding me effortlessly towards him until we were practically nose to nose.

"Does this not count as magic?" I asked, the intimacy already making me shiver. "Won't we get into trouble?"

"It's wandless," Draco said, his voice low and smooth as he tenderly tucked my hair back behind my ears. "And, therefore, untraceable."

I closed my eyes, finding myself nuzzling against his lingering hands, which were now cupping either side of my neck; sighing softly as his thumbs gently grazed along my jaw.

"Blaire," he whispered fervidly, his warm breath tickling my face, "open your eyes."

I did so, and found myself staring into his piercing silver ones; the intensity of his gaze causing me to suck in a short sharp breath as my heart raced uncontrollably and sweat started to prickle at my skin.

"Trust me," Draco murmured, his eyes continuing to penetrate me as though reaching  right into the depths of my soul.

And all of a sudden, my mind is swarming with vibrant memories; memories so clear, I can feel them happening to me as they play before my eyes.

I am kissing Draco; wanting him. Clothes are being torn from our bodies; desperate to touch. I want you, Draco. He is slowly sliding into me and I've never felt so alive. Long white slender fingers touching me; bringing me to the brink of pleasure as I cry out his name over and over again.

Without warning, the memories are suddenly wrenched from my mind and I am back in the treehouse; gasping for air.

"Blaire," Draco shudders, his hands still cupping my face; his eyes full of intense longing.

I blink, looking up at my beautiful best friend; my best friend whose lips I want to kiss and whose clothes I want to tear off.

My best friend who I want to fuck senseless.

"Draco." My stomach is knotting and unknotting at such an incredible rate as I say his name again, that I fear I might rip in two right there and then.

And then his lips are on mine and we are kissing; kissing hard and without inhibition.

Arms go around me and he is lifting me off my beanbag onto his lap. We moan and grunt into each other's mouths as we pull each other in; almost devouring one another in our desperation to get as close as possible.

"Fuck," Draco groans, pulling his lips from mine; trailing his mouth down my jawline until he reaches my neck where he begins to ardently attack the bare skin with teeth and lips, making me shiver and squirm against him.

"I want you," I gasp longingly as my hands tangle in his hair; scrunching his white-blond strands tightly between my fingers, nails grazing his scalp. "I want you so much."

I grind my hips against his hardness, the action causing him to groan. Fingers tug instantly at my top, and in record speed it is up over my head; Draco's grey eyes swirling with lust as they feast down upon me.

My bra falls to the floor before I can even register he is taking it off and I cry out in pleasure as he dips his head to clamp his lips around my nipple; teasing it and flicking it greedily with his tongue.

His hands press flatly against my back and I buck and writhe in his lap, arching my breasts towards him as much as I can, desire coursing wildly through my veins as he continues to pleasure my nipples.

The beanbag shifts noisily beneath us as I try and wrap my legs around his waist, but the shape of the seat is awkward and I cry out in frustration; wanting to kick the beanbag out from underneath us.

Clamping his arms firmly around my middle, Draco manoeuvres himself off the beanbag, holding me to him as he lowers me down upon the floor where moments before we were playing Monopoly. I can feel the shiny coldness of the game board beneath my bare back as the Slytherin presses down on top of me. I wrap my legs around him in an instant; making us both cry out as I angrily press my groin up into his hardness.

I am so hungry for him; so desperate to feel him inside of me.

I sigh out loud as he rips his shirt off over his head, my hands reach out almost instantly to graze my fingertips across his torso.

"Fuck," Draco rasps, sucking the air in sharply between his teeth as his body tautens in the pleasure of my touch.

It's too much, I cannot take it any longer. My hands lower to his belt buckle and I frantically grapple at it; my fingers slipping and sliding as I struggle with the fastenings. I need him, I need to feel him so badly that I'm trembling in yearning.

"Let me," Draco orders as he takes over. I use the opportunity to get my own trousers off; kicking off my jeans as fast as I can.

We are both panting heatedly by the time he leans back over me; our chests rising and falling heavily against each other.

"God, you're so beautiful, Blaire," he whispers in awe before ardently connecting his lips back to mine.

I feel his hand slide down the length of my body, not stopping until they reach my silk thong. A guttural noise resounds in my throat as he slips his fingers under the hem.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," he rasps hoarsely in my ear, his voice dripping in utter longing.

"Please fuck me, Draco," I plead as I buck beneath him. "Fuck me right now."

A smirk plays across his lips as he removes his finger and yanks my thong aside. His other hand has already pulled down his boxers and suddenly I can feel his hard cock pressing tantalisingly against me.

"Please," I whimper as his eyes flash wickedly into mine. I can see he absolutely loves me being at his mercy; loves me having to beg for it.

And then finally he concedes, white spots dotting my vision as he pushes slowly inside of me, giving me every glorious inch.

He feels so fucking good that I can't help but cry out in the pure pleasure of him. I bring my feet up and dig my heels into his backside so I can push him in harder. I don't want him to be gentle; I want him to fuck me like there's no tomorrow. I want him to make me scream until I am hoarse and leave me so sore that I won't be able to walk again.

I look up at him begging him with my eyes. If he understands me as well as he says he does then he will know exactly what I want.

And he doesn't disappoint.

He starts thrusting hard and fast, grazing his teeth against the underside of my chin as I throw my head back in ecstasy.

Monopoly pieces are digging painfully into my back as Draco slams into me over and over again, but I don't care, all I care about is my impending orgasm and I am already getting close.

"Fuck," Draco groans against my neck. "You feel so fucking good."

"Don't stop," I plead, sensing he isn't going to last judging by the way his whole body is beginning to tauten and the increasing rasping of his breath.

He pulls out of me instantly, catching my lips back in his as he moves his hand over my pulsing heat, remembering the exact spot that requires his attention.

"Cum for me, Zabini," he growls in my ear as I buck up against his hard working hand. "I want you to cum all over my fingers before I ram my cock back inside you."

His words alone are enough to send me over the edge. I cry out his name as the burn finally rips through my abdomen; spasming uncontrollably against his hand as wave after wave of intense pleasure hits me. 

"Good girl," he smirks, removing his hand and slapping it against my thigh so that I am able to feel how much I've drenched his fingers.

And then he is inside of me again, his cock harder than ever as he pummels it into me angrily and aggressively; little plastic houses and hotels digging into my back so painfully, I just know that purple bruises will be left as a memento of our fuck.

He once again pulls out of me, sitting back on his knees.

"Turn around," he demands authoritatively as he takes his cock in his hand and begins to vigorously stroke it.

I obey without question, turning my back on him as I reposition myself on all fours, assuming he's ready to finish and wants to decorate my arse or something.

But to my not unpleasant surprise, he is pushing back into me from behind. The angle feels so good that when he moves I find my stomach instantly knotting again.

He leans over me, dropping his hands down on either side of my shoulders; his stomach slapping noisily against my back as he continues to buck into me, harder and harder.

I am getting closer and closer, and it is only when I feel his teeth bite down onto my shoulder as he stifles his moans do I come undone; spasming and trembling around his cock as I try not to buckle and collapse underneath him.

"Oh fuck," Draco hisses in my ear as he furiously increases his speed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

And then he is pulling out of me, grunting like a wounded animal as he spills a fountain of warm liquid down the inside of my thigh.

"Jesus fuck," he rasps, once he has emptied every last drop.

I collapse to the ground and he flops heavily down next to me; the ruined game of Monopoly scattered around us as we both fight to catch our breath.

"So," I pant, feeling a bubble of laughter rise up past my racing heart as I turn my head to look at him, "that's Legilimency, huh?"

Draco's eyes crease up as he lets out a low soft chuckle. "Yeah, something like that."

We both lie there, side by side as our eyes linger upon one another in fascination, almost as if we are only just seeing each other properly for the first time.

"Stay with me." Draco says suddenly, his hand reaching out to gently graze my cheek.

A great warmth spreads from my very core; reaching every part of me and filling my heart with complete contentment. I can't help but smile, and whisper 'okay'.

And so, that night, I crawl into Draco's bed and find myself falling asleep in his arms as he presses his lips against my forehead and tells me I'm not just his best friend; I'm his everything.

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A/N: I hope that made up for last chapter 😘

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