I stirred; the light brushing of soft lips on my neck rousing me from my slumber.

My eyes flew open as memories of the previous night flashed in my mind; Draco and I fucking on the probably now ruined Monopoly board.

"Morning," a husky voice murmured above my ear.

I twisted my body round and found myself staring up into a pair of silver grey eyes; my heart literally skipping a beat at the sight of this beauty.

"Hey," I muttered sleepily, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck to hide my unexpected bashfulness. "I need coffee."

I felt his body convulse against me as he chuckled; snaking his arms around me. "Not even a morning fuck first?"

"Coffee," I repeated, snickering into his neck. "I thought you knew me, Drac?"

"I've got to be at the Manor in half an hour anyway," he sighed woefully. "Otherwise I'd make you a coffee right now and then fuck you late into the afternoon."

"That's a lot of fucking, Drac," I snorted, giving him an amused look. "I'd need at least two coffees for that. And maybe a decent breakfast."

"If I bring you back some breakfast later, will you promise to take your clothes off?"

"Maybe," I shrugged, putting on my most innocent facade. "Sure you wouldn't rather a game of Monopoly instead?"

"If it's anything like the game we played on the board last night, then yes," Draco smirked, dipping his head to graze his teeth up my jawline, slowly moving his lips to my ear, "sign me up."

I shivered; his husky tones causing my lower stomach to knot in desire.

"Drac," I sighed, squirming against him as he started to seductively nibble at the sensitive spot beneath my ear.

I could feel his growing hardness between us as he continued to suck and nip at my skin; his hands starting to roam zealously up and down my body causing thrills to zip through my abdomen.

"Drac, stop," I gasped, placing my hand on his shoulder and pushing him away, "or you're going to wind up late."

My words seemed to at least shake something up inside of him, and he immediately sat upright; his face filled with a mixture of panic and disappointment.

"Shit," he muttered, bitterly glancing up at the clock. "These bloody lessons."

"I'll still be here when you get back," I reassured him, sympathetically running a hand down his sinewy arm; recalling how it had tautened when he jacked all over me.

Butterflies instantly took flight in my stomach. Fuck, I was already looking forward to him returning.

*****

After he leaves, I go immediately to the kitchen to make a coffee, my mind full of Draco and our new hobby.

I then have a seriously long shower, taking extra care to preen myself, knowing that every part of my body is going to be devoured by Draco's eyes and lips soon enough.

By the time I finish applying my lip gloss; I hear the bang of the front door, and my pulse instantly quickens in anticipation.

"I've brought pancakes." Draco's voice calls out through the treehouse.

With one last glance in the mirror, I give my reflection a quick air kiss, pleased with how I look; and then swiftly sweep out of my room and head for the kitchen.

Draco is already setting out the pancakes on plates when I enter; his jacket tossed aside and shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

My god, he is fit as fuck.

He looks up at me, his eyes dancing appreciatively as they sweep over me.

"Breakfast, as promised," he drawls, gesturing down to the artfully decorated plates of pancakes, whipped cream and blueberries in front of him.

"Impressive," I intone, coolly crossing the room to perch on a stool opposite him at the kitchen island.

I can feel the penetration of his gaze as I pick up my fork. I flick my eyes upwards, my stomach immediately knotting at the look of hunger on his face.

And I have a suspicion his insatiable appetite isn't for the food on his plate.

"Good lesson?" I ask lightly, trying not to give away the fact that all I want to do is toss my plate aside and leap across the island to devour him instead.

"Not really, it was hard to keep my mind on the task. I was very... distracted." A smirk twitches at his lips.

"Oh? Distracted, how?"

"I couldn't stop thinking about coming back here and fucking you in every room."

There is a loud clattering sound as my fork drops down on my untouched plate of pancakes. Draco is on his feet just as quickly as I am and we fling ourselves across the kitchen at one another, hungrily connecting our lips and furiously tearing at each other's clothes.

The next thing I know we are fucking vigorously on the draining board; Draco stood between my legs as he rams his cock into me over and over again.

"I love fucking you," he rasps lustfully in my ear as he grips my backside tightly in his hands; long slender fingers digging painfully into the flesh.

"I know," I gasp breathlessly, clawing my nails into his back; my impending orgasm building. "Don't stop."

I come hard and fast - Draco following not long after; hissing out a string of profanities as he empties himself all down my front.

He cleans me up using a discarded tea towel which he tosses back on the side. And then, after redressing, we perch ourselves back on our stools at the island, finally tucking into our pancakes.

"This is some good shit," I say thickly through a large mouthful of food, closing my eyes in bliss as the sweet taste of blueberry explodes in my mouth.

Man, all this shagging has left me feeling fucking starving.

When I open my eyes again, I notice Draco giving me a long withering look; his fork paused halfway to his mouth.

"What?" I ask defensively.

"You've got cream on your chin," he drawls in a disdainful tone, as if he hadn't just unceremoniously dumped his junk all over my tits.

I'm just about to point this out to him when the doorbell rings, causing Draco and I to exchange a startled look instead.

"Are you expecting anyone?" I ask.

But Draco just shakes his head and I can't help but notice the panic flicker in his eyes.

The doorbell rings again, and this time, he lays down his fork and shakily gets to his feet.

"Drac?" I ask, wondering why he is looking so green, "what's the matter? It's probably just your mother."

"It won't be her," he says, swallowing, "she's gone out."

I can't understand what he's so afraid of; who he thinks it could possibly be. Surely he doesn't reckon Voldemort is going to swing by for a cheeky cuppa?

I follow him out of the kitchen and down the hall to the front door.

"Stay behind me," he hisses urgently in my ear, grabbing my arm as he pulls me from the door - out of the firing line.

"Okay, Bugsy," I mockingly hiss back; causing Draco to make an impatient clicking sound with his tongue.

It turned out he really hadn't been overreacting.

Because when he opened the door, there stood our fellow Slytherin, Pansy.

And I watched on in horror as she threw herself into Draco's arms, kissing him forcibly on the lips.

"My Drakie! I've missed you!"

******