Over the following summer days, all Draco and I did was eat, sleep and fuck.

And there was Occlumency, of course. On top of Draco's continued daily lessons with his aunt, he also tried to teach me what he was learning too.

Except that we never really got far with it because he kept on looking for my sex memories.

"Drac, you need to stop doing that," I panted as I slid down from the kitchen island, pinging my thong back in place. "I'm never going to learn to close my mind otherwise."

"I'm not being funny, Blaire," Draco smirked, zipping up his flies, "but your mind is full of nothing else. It's not my fault you're gagging for it all the time."

I threw my bra at his head.

"I miss the PlayStation," I grumbled, strutting over to the fridge in search of a nice cold drink. "Remember when that's all we used to do here?"

"I quite like this new game, to be honest," he shrugged, "and think of the health benefits we're getting from all the exercise."

Failing to locate any pumpkin juice, I grabbed the milk carton instead, whacked off the top and chugged it straight down my gullet. Man, that felt good after that thirsty fuck.

I could sense Draco wincing as he watched me.

"We have glasses, you know," he drawled disdainfully. "It wouldn't hurt for you to use one once in a while."

"Alright, pack it up Hermione Granger." I snickered, replacing the carton and slamming the fridge door shut.

He spluttered wordlessly as I walked passed, grinning. The dude was too easy to wind up.

"Where are you going?" He called after me as I exited the kitchen.

"To have a shower," I replied, looking coyly over my shoulder. "Coming?"

He didn't hesitate.

*****

Draco Malfoy was completely besotted.

If he had it his way, he would just lay in bed all day, fucking his best friend's brains out.

He couldn't imagine ever wanting to do anything else ever again. He loved witnessing her come undone, loved that he was the one making her feel that way.

They literally fucked everywhere in the treehouse, to the point when he was certain the place must reek of sex. It always terrified him when his mother popped by for a coffee; fear that she could smell it.

"Are you managing to keep yourselves entertained?" She'd ask, her eyes sweeping the place as though searching for clues of how they passed their time.

Draco would mumble something about board games before swiftly changing the subject.

He felt bad, as though he was somehow betraying his mother who had trusted them all these years to be alone in the treehouse.

But he couldn't stop it; his physical need for Blaire was so strong that he was almost certain he would explode if they ceased fucking. Of course he realised it was simply his hormones at play; but knowing that didn't stop him feeling the way he did.

He was also aware that they had probably ruined the friendship they had once had; but he tried not to think of this as necessarily a bad thing, focusing on it as more of a 'positive development' instead.

He sometimes wondered whether Blaire missed it, though. The wistfulness in her expression when she had talked about the days they used to play on the PlayStation hadn't bypassed him.

Not that he had any doubt in his mind that she enjoyed the sex. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. But he knew it was more complicated than that; that it was part of the reason she had been reluctant to pursue the sexual side of their friendship in the first place - she was terrified of losing him.

But Draco would never let that happen. Ever since that first day of Hogwarts, even though they had only been eleven years old, he knew he and Blaire had a special connection - a connection that was unbreakable.

And no matter what the future held for them, Draco was certain that they would somehow continue to be a part of each other's lives. Even if they went on to marry other people; he knew that they would always be best friends.

Perhaps he was naive; he was only sixteen, after all. But he needed to believe this.

And then, three weeks after Blaire had arrived at the treehouse - two weeks before they were set to start their sixth year of Hogwarts, their 'positive development' came to an abrupt and unexpected end.

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The morning of the day it happened, Draco had come back from his Occlumency lesson looking very troubled about something.

When I enquired about his mood, he just shrugged it off and suggested we play Monopoly.

The fact that he didn't want to do something that involved taking off clothes shocked me.

But I didn't push it with him, knowing he would tell me what was on his mind when and if he was ready.

I found it strangely familiar and comforting as we settled into the beanbags opposite one another and set up the Monopoly board; Draco claiming his usual Scottie dog piece, and me the old boot.

As we made our way around London, buying up properties - me getting richer and Draco getting poorer; he decided to finally open up to me.

"Something's happening, Blaire; and I'm scared."

The tremble in his voice was like nothing I'd ever heard before. I glanced up, startled by the genuine fear flickering in his eyes.

He looked so frightened and so vulnerable, that I felt the strongest desire to wrap him up in my arms and protect him from all the evil of the world.

"What is it, Drac?" I asked, trying to keep my own voice steady.

But he shook his head. "I don't know, no one is telling me anything. Before my lesson, I went into the kitchen and discovered Mother crying at the table. When I asked her what was wrong she just cried harder and apologised over and over again and told me not to hate her. The way she looked at me, Blaire, it was as though she'd been told I was dying or something."

"Jeez, Drac," I breathed, moving out of my beanbag to go and join him.

He let out a content sigh as I sunk down onto his lap, circling my arms around his neck. His own arms wrapped tight around me as I kissed his head, nuzzling my face in his soft white-blond hair.

"Do you have any clue as to what could be troubling her?" I asked, "is this perhaps why she wants you to learn to close your mind?"

"Well, that's the thing," he murmured, tightening his arms around me, "I dared ask Bellatrix about it, and she just cackled and said my mother should be more grateful - that what's about to happen is a great honour to us."

I could feel his terror through the hammering beat of his heart and through the way his breathing had become a fraction faster. I held onto him tighter, hoping to somehow absorb some of his fear.

"We can go and speak to your mother right now if you want?" I offered. "You might find it's not as a bad as you think."

"No," he shook his head fretfully, his eyes burning with a sudden ferocity, "it's safer for you to stay in here. My aunt is a complete psycho and I don't want her anywhere near you."

And it was as he said this, did we hear the shouts outside.

"What the-?" I breathed, as we both jumped up from the beanbag to go and see what was happening.

Pressing our faces against the window, we saw three large black cloaked figures approaching menacingly across the lawn.

A little way behind them was Narcissa, her face twisted in horror as she raced desperately after them.

"No!" She cried, her voice carrying hauntingly across the grounds, "please, I beg of you - he's just a boy!"

Draco and I turned to one another; our eyes widening in complete horror.

"What the fuck is going on?!" I cried; my heart thudding wildly in my chest as panic consumed me.

But Draco just mutely shook his head from side to side; his face as white as ever.

We both jumped as a loud blast echoed below, literally shaking the treehouse.

Draco reached out and grabbed me, pulling me tightly to him. I could feel him trembling as I held onto him tight, and I knew, if he would have been able to speak in that moment, he would have said 'please don't let me go'.

We were still clinging to one another when the door eventually burst open with a deafening bang. I held him tight, fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt, my eyes pressed shut against his chest where his heart thudded maddeningly beneath.

I lifted my head as an imposing cloaked figure stormed into the room. I could hear Narcissa's panicked cries down below ("Please! They're just children!") Without thinking, I slammed Draco against the wall and stood protectively in front of him, turning to defiantly face the attackers, ready to claw them with my nails if it came to it.

"Get out the way love, the boy has a job to do." The Death Eater growled, jabbing the end of his wand painfully in my neck.

But I refused to budge, pushing my back further into Draco as I made a snarling noise up at the Death Eater.

The man simply barked with laughter, amused at what was happening. "You really are a Malfoy aren't you, boy? Pathetically hiding behind your girlfriend. Let's see if you'll let her die for you too, shall we?"

Draco let out a small frightened whimper behind me as the man lifted his wand, ready to strike me out of the way with a curse.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the words of death.

But they never came. Instead the sound of hearty laughter filled the room. I looked up, confused. The Death Eater had lowered his wand, his beady eyes glinting maliciously.

"I thought so," he roared amusedly, "chicken shit; just like his father."

And then he flicked his wand again and I found myself being thrown to the side by an invisible force.

I landed painfully on my side and looked up just in time to see the Death Eater dragging a terrified looking Draco from the room; his feet slipping and sliding across the floor in protest.

"I've got 'im!" The Death Eater yelled as they disappeared through the doorway, leaving me lying on the ground clutching my shoulder which was searing in agony.

Moments later, Narcissa appeared, breathlessly diving down beside me.

"My darling!" She gasped, immediately trying to help me up. "What did they do to you?"

"He took Draco," I choked, trying to hold back my sobs. "He took him."

"I know," she said quietly, her eyes casting downwards. "Blaire, we need to get you out of here. It's no longer safe."

"But... Draco-" I spluttered.

"Listen to me, Blaire," Narcissa said, her voice urgent. "I cannot stress to you enough just how dangerous this situation is now. It will be much safer for you to know as little as possible. And safer for Draco too. We need to get you away. Please, for your own safety, and Draco's, don't try and contact him. Don't ask him about anything."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was so confused and my head was spinning by what had just happened that I was unable to think straight.

I felt numb as Narcissa hurriedly patched me up and help gather my things.

"It's for the best," she kept saying as she kissed my forehead before ushering me into a car.

I didn't allow myself to feel until I crawled into my own bed that night; back in my empty home that my mother had abandoned and where my step father was never anywhere to be seen.

And I curled myself up into a tight ball as I hugged myself; sobbing as the image of Draco's terrified face floated in my mind, haunting me.

I had no idea what the fuck had just happened. I just knew it wasn't good.

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