Monday 30th June 1997 - Part Two

One crack later, and we found ourselves in the clearing of a forest.

Beside us, a roaring great waterfall fell spectacularly into a vast clear river. The afternoon sun beat down through the gaps in the trees, sparkling off the water below us. Shades of green were splashed everywhere and there was not another soul about. I wondered how Draco knew such a place.

"Wow," I breathed, taking it all in. "Draco, this place is- it's... beautiful."

Long fingers clasped around mine, an action now so automatic, it felt normal.

"Fancy a swim?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he led me towards the river.

"I didn't bring any swimwear," I answered, knowing what his response would be as soon as the words had passed my lips.

"Who needs them?" he chuckled, letting go of my hand to loosen his tie. "Never heard of skinny dipping before?"

"If you think I'm going to stand here and strip off all my clothes in front of you, then you can think again!"

Still chuckling, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the visible scars all over his bare torso. I winced; finding it somehow worse seeing what I had inflicted on him out in the cold light of day.

I could not help but reach out a hand, lightly trailing a single fingertip along a raw, red line across his taut stomach. He sucked in a sharp breath, shuddering beneath my touch.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, not dropping my hand. Our eyes met and I felt something spark in the air.

"Etta," he murmured softly. My breath hitched. I had never in my life heard him call me anything other than Potter.

But before I could ponder on this new development, Draco suddenly grabbed my hand, a wicked glint in his eye.

"Draco!" I cried as he dragged me up over to the waters edge. "What are you doing?"

"Come on, Potter, don't tell me that you're scared?"

The invitation was too much. Yanking my hand out of his, I ripped my blouse off and shrugged down my skirt, feeling his amused gaze on me the whole time. Standing in just my underwear, I tried not to blush as I forced myself to look up at him.

An unmistakable look of hunger flitted across his face. His tongue swept his upper lip as his eyes briefly flicked over me; the bob of his throat prominent as he swallowed.

"Come here," he said, reaching out a hand.

"Aren't you going to finish getting undressed first?" I asked, pointedly looking down at his trousers as I folded my arms across my chest. Waiting.

He seemed hesitant at first, his hands hovering at his belt buckle.

"What's the matter?" I teased, enjoying being the one with all the power again. "Forget to put on any underwear?"

His fingers moved quickly then, unbuckling his belt as he stepped towards me, closing the gap.

"Let's just say," he growled softly in my ear as his trousers dropped to the ground, revealing a pair of boxer shorts which were barely concealing his evident boner, "that I'm fucking pleased to see you."

His mouth closed over mine as he pulled me to him, kissing me hard. I had not realised he had unclasped my bra until cold air hit my chest as he ripped it cleanly away from my body.

He groaned into my mouth as his hands moved round to cup my breasts, thumbs gently brushing over my nipples, our swim all but forgotten about.

I shivered and gasped against him, my entire body felt as though it had erupted out into goosebumps; the low burn in my stomach gathering momentum and threatening to burst into flames.

"Fuck, I want you so much, Etta," he rasped, pulling his lips from mine, as his eyes swirled hungrily down at me. He seemed to be waiting for something... permission to take it further.

"I want you too," I breathed, catching his lips back in mine hungry to have every piece of him possible.

I could feel his heart rate quicken almost immediately, his breaths becoming shallow and uneven as he pulled his arms back around me and continued to kiss me fiercely.

He lifted me off my feet and I eagerly wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my pelvis against his rock-hard cock which was still straining beneath his boxers.

A low meowling sound vibrated in the back of his throat and I could not help but smirk, squeezing my legs tighter so that he had to break the kiss and cry out.

"Fuck, Potter," he hissed between sharp breaths, "do you want this to be over before we've even gotten started?"

Despite his pissed off tone, his expression was tender as he lowered me to the ground, pressing my back into the soft earth. He kissed my lips, my throat, my neck; running his hands up and down my body, stroking and groping as I bucked and shivered against him.

And then, at last, he brushed his hand over the silk of my thong, delicately at first, before daring to press his fingers more firmly, making me gasp in delight.

It took me a while to realise that he had stopped kissing me. That, instead, he was just watching me, looking down at me almost adoringly as he continued to stroke and pleasure my body.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Etta," he murmured softly as our eyes connected.

And then he slipped his fingers beneath the silk and was quite suddenly touching me in the most intimate way possible.

I was surprised at how unabashed I felt, how right it felt for Draco Malfoy to be doing this, to bare all of me to him.

And he seemed to know instinctively how to touch me, what I needed and what I desired. He never took his eyes off my face as I lay beneath him, writhing and bucking against his fingers. His patience was overwhelming, and I was starting to suspect that he would quite happily lie there pleasuring me until the end of time.

But that is not what I wanted and, as I lay breathlessly recovering after he had brought me to the brink and watched me topple over, I told him as much.

"Please," I whispered, tugging at his boxers, keen to get them off. "I want you."

He moved so quick, kicking them off in record speed. I could not help but widen my eyes as I looked down, his cock large and hard as it pressed sandwiched between his stomach and my thigh.

In a bold move, I reached down and wrapped my hand around it, making him instantly shudder and gasp. I marvelled at how something could feel so hard, yet soft and silky at the same time.

I watched his face with intrigue as I slowly began to make a pumping motion. His eyes appeared to roll in the back of his head as the lids fluttered maddeningly. Between semi parted lips, his breathing had become a series of short sharp pants, and it suddenly occurred to me that this must be what he looks like when he wanks in the shower.

It was safe to say that we had moved on from being just school rivals who bickered in the hallways.

Suddenly, fingers snapped around my wrist, halting me.

"Ease up, Potter," he muttered hoarsely before sitting up to reach across for his trousers.

Confusion hit me. At first, I thought he had decided to simply end things there and get dressed. But then I quickly understood when he pulled out his wallet and removed from it a small flat square package.

Damn, this dude was more prepared than a boy scout.

I saw the unmistakable hint of a blush on his cheeks as he ripped it open with his teeth and expertly rolled the condom inside down over his cock.

Fuck, I wondered just how experienced he was at this. I tried not to shudder as Pansy's face entered my head. Perhaps it was best I did not know.

But for some reason, it suddenly seemed important that he knew about me.

"Draco, I- I've never-"

He cut me off with his lips as he leant back over me, kissing me with a surprising gentleness before he broke away, moving his lips down to my ear. "It's okay, just tell me to stop and I'll stop."

But I never did.

And right there on the grass in the middle of an unknown forest next to a roaring waterfall, Draco Malfoy fucked me.

Hard.

He made my body soar and flame, finding enjoyment in unexpected places. He caused noises that I had not even known existed to hum and sing in my throat. But most of all, he made me feel so fucking god damn alive.

"Fuck," he moaned repeatedly as he thrust into me, moving me into various positions and constantly changing the rhythm.

And just before he came, he had pushed me back down to the ground, his eyes never leaving mine as he hovered over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, the other gripping my waist fiercely. His steady thrusts increased speed, becoming sloppier and wilder. Fast and furious breaths hit my face as he got nearer and nearer to his ever-building climax.

I was hungry for it; hungry for him to come undone inside of me. And then, at last, with one final furious thrust, a strangled groan issued from the back of his throat and I watched in fascination as the darks of his eyes expanded; his face slackening as he gave in to his shuddering release.

Afterwards, we lay panting heavily side by side underneath the beating sun, our bodies well and truly spent.

I turned my head to see his silver eyes sparkling like diamonds as he gazed at me, a smile tugging at his lips. I could not help but smile back, my heart pounding in pure joy.

"Well, that was new." I laughed breathlessly.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that," he chuckled softly, rolling on to his side to reach out and pull me into his arms, brushing his lips softly against mine.

"Actually, you've hardly been subtle about it, Draco."

A smirk played at his lips as he trailed a single finger down my cheek. "Give me twenty minutes and we can continue to make up for all those years you've kept me hanging, then."

"I thought you wanted to go for a swim. Or was that just a ruse to get me to take my clothes off?"

"You're smart, you figure it out," he chuckled, his arm curling up around my head as he leaned down to press his lips against my lightning shaped scar.

We lay together in the grass dozing under the afternoon sun, listening to the sound of the gushing waterfall next to us. It was so peaceful and calming... except, of course, for the moments when we were 'making up for lost time'.

And when the sun began to sink, making its downward journey behind the trees, Draco and I reluctantly pulled apart and started to get ready to leave.

I could not help but notice that he had gone very, very quiet.

"Are you alright?" I asked, frowning as I studied his face. He had gone ever so pale and had a troubled look in his eyes.

"I just - I just don't want to go back," he said quietly, his shoulders sagging as he emitted a heavy sighed.

Alarmed at his troubled demeanour, I took his hands in mine and tried to force him to look at me.

"Draco? What's wrong? And please don't tell me it's nothing because I can clearly see something is."

He looked at me then, the sadness in his eyes so rife, that I found an unexpected lump form in my throat.

"I just wish we'd done this sooner," he said sadly, lifting his fingers to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

I reached up on my toes, brushing my lips against his. He instantly wrapped his arms around me, and I could feel the wild pound of his heart as he pulled me hard up against him.

When we fell away again, I was dismayed to see that he looked almost grief stricken, which only appeared to worsen when we arrived back at the castle gates.

"I've had fun today, Potter," he murmured, resting his forehead lightly down upon mine. "Thank you."

"Etta," I said, "you called me Etta earlier. And I quite liked it." And despite everything we had just shared together, my cheeks flamed at this.

He let out a low soft chuckle, his twinkling silver eyes creasing through his smile. "Etta it is then."

Distant shouts within the grounds caused us to reluctantly fall apart. I wanted to ask him if we could do it again, but something in the despondent way he was acting prevented me from doing so.

My heart hammered as our eyes met, there was something so final about this - I did not like it.

The shouts continued, and I glanced up to see a second year Hufflepuff boy racing down from the castle towards us, waving a rolled-up piece of parchment in his hand and calling my name.

"I'll leave you to it." Draco said, turning away as the Hufflepuff breathlessly reached us, almost dying as he handed me the parchment.

"P-Professor Dumbledore told me to give you this," he gasped between gulps of air, before collapsing to the ground.

Muttering my thanks, I unrolled the note.

Dear Etta,
Please come to my office as soon as this note finds you. It is a matter of urgency.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

Ignoring the dying Hufflepuff, I glanced up towards the castle, wondering what on earth could be so urgent. My eyes rested on the white-blond haired Slytherin striding up the steps, looking as though he was going to his doom.

It was a shame, really. Because as I stood there and watched him disappear into the castle, I wondered if I might be falling in love.

It was a thought that I was soon going to regret thinking.

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