He remained motionless at the far end of the corridor, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he eyes fixed headily upon mine.

"Draco?" I breathed, my voice trembling with fear and exhaustion.

I was afraid; afraid he would hate me for my participation in the arrest and immediate incarceration of his father.

His grey eyes continued to pierce mine, and I was unable to read them. A mixture of pain, anger and fear flitted his face.

"Neve," he growled fiercely.

And then all of a sudden, as though through a force entirely of its own; I found my feet moving, running towards him, closing the gap as he too strode hurriedly towards me.

I sobbed as his arms went around me; practically holding me up as I fell heavily against his chest, letting my tears drench his shirt as he held me fiercely to him.

"I'm so sorry," I wept, my body shaking uncontrollably against his.

"God, Neve," he breathed ardently, burying his face in my neck as I clung desperately to him, digging my fingers into the fabric of shirt; welcoming his touch, his scent, his everything.

I didn't say anything, but allowed him to cup my chin, tilting my head up to look at him.

The hard expression upon his face had softened and eyes were no longer filled with coldness; but a look of anguish mingled with such tenderness.

And I couldn't help but reach up to press my lips against his, needing to feel him, needing his affection and comfort so much to erase the pain I had just endured.

I kissed him fiercely, pulling him in, desperately wanting him.

"Neve?" he growled, breaking away as he looked down at me questioningly, his eyes searching mine, almost as though he was worried I was somehow being possessed.

"Take away the pain, Draco," I breathed urgently. "I want you. Please. I need to forget."

He looked conflicted, unsure of what to do. I begged him with my eyes, my whole body trembling in yearning for him.

And then he connected his lips back to mine, his kiss now taking on a new urgency of its own as a low guttural sound emitted from the back of his throat.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled me through the door behind us and we found ourselves in 'our' classroom.

Ripping his cloak off, he threw it to the ground, ushering me down onto it with him as he quickly flicked his wand at the door, locking it with a nonverbal spell.

Entwined together on his cloak, our urgent kissing resumed; fumbling urgently with the buttons on our shirts, desperate to feel each other properly; to have skin on skin and nothing in between us.

I cried out into his mouth as his hands trailed up and down my side, stroking my skin, sending impossibly pleasurable waves cascading over me.

"I need you so much," I gasped as he rolled me onto my back, pressing his weight down on me as he fumbled with his belt buckle.

He moaned against my lips as I let my fingertips delicately graze his taut stomach, causing his whole body to tremble and shudder under my touch.

We eventually managed to remove all clothes bar our underwear, lying tangled together on the floor atop his cloak.

"Are you sure about this?" Draco asked, his voice hoarse with longing as his fingers found their way to the clasp of my bra.

"Please," I begged, arching my body up into his, the anticipation almost killing me.

I cried out in pure delight when the cold air hit my chest as Draco tossed my bra aside. His lips immediately warming and pleasuring me all at the same time as he moved from one nipple to the next.

But it was still not enough.

"Please," I begged again, tugging at the hem of his boxers.

I was not afraid. I knew what I wanted and I wanted this. I wanted him.

But a hand firmly clamped around my wrist, long white fingers restraining me; preventing me from freeing the thing I was most greedy for.

Startled, I looked up into his eyes, disappointment already coursing through me.

"I want you to know, Neve," he panted heavily, his silver eyes piercing mine intently, "that I love you. I love you so much."

I paused, taking in his sincere and heartfelt admission; warmth spreading through me, already balming and soothing the horrors my body had been put through earlier that night.

"I love you too, Draco," I breathed, my heart feeling as though it would burst through my chest as joy danced in Draco's eyes.

He released my wrist, bringing his hand up instead to my head, tangling his fingers through my hair as he pressed his lips down upon mine.

This time he didn't stop me when I went back to tugging at his boxers, and we both groaned into our kiss as his hardness pressed up against my thigh.

He cleanly kicked his boxers off before rolling on top of me, his eyes swirling down at me in hunger and yearning as he hovered over me.

I couldn't help but thrust my hips up in longing, so that his hardness pressed against my briefs.

"You're so beautiful, Neve," Draco shuddered, his eyes almost rolling in the back of his head as I rolled my hips up against him again.

"Take them off," I begged him, practically squirming in want beneath him.

He didn't argue, his fingers fumbling clumsily in his own longing as he pulled my briefs down my legs, finally bringing them over my toes, completely away from me.

There was nothing between us now; not a single scrap of cloth. It was just me and it was just him; two people about to become one.

Draco brought his lips down on mine again, kissing me firmly yet tenderly, before moving his lips to my ear.

"Neve?" He growled hoarsely, the tip of his hardness pressing against my entrance.

"I need you," I shuddered, digging my fingers into his back in encouragement.

And then, looking into my eyes, he slowly slid himself in.

Spots of white lights immediately blinded my vision as the pleasure ripped through my body. I felt like I was surely going to tear in two, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

"Neve," Draco groaned hoarsely as he came to a trembling halt, our bodies now fully connected.

The air was filled with our shallow, fervent breaths; mingling into one as our lips gently grazed the other.

"Draco," I trembled, pleading him with my eyes not to stop.

He started to move slowly; shuddering and moaning above me as our bodies ground together, sweat starting to glisten on the surface of our skin as the movements became more frantic and more heated.

I never wanted it to end; my body having endured the most horrendous pain was now singing in pure blissful ecstasy. Yet there was the sensation of needing to get somewhere, of needing to get to the very brink of this pleasure and topple over.

And, as Draco continued to move himself inside of me, I felt like I was somehow making my way there.

But before I reached that unknown destination, Draco started to cry out, his whole body shuddering and shaking violently as he pressed his face into my neck, his teeth clamping over my flesh as he tried to muffle his groans.

"I'm sorry," he panted, slowly lifting his head once he'd come to a still, his forehead slick with sweat as he looked breathlessly down at me.

"It's okay," I murmured, bringing a hand up to tenderly cup his cheek, looking up into his eyes lovingly.

But he shook his head, his chest rising and falling heavily as he struggled to control his breathing. "No, I want you to enjoy it too."

I looked up at him confused, I did enjoy it. I couldn't understand what he was talking about.

"Here," he chuckled, seeing the bafflement on my face. "Let me show you."

He winced as he slowly slid out of me, and then, after rolling to the side, he wrapped an arm around me, pulling me to him.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered in my ear.

And before I could answer, I felt his fingers dance over the spot where he had just been, causing an illicit gasp to escape my lips.

I spent the next ten minutes shuddering and bucking against his hand, once again feeling the pleasure build; desperate to find the brink.

And, just as I felt sure I was going to split into two; I finally toppled over.

"It's a good job I soundproofed the room," Draco chuckled as I exhaustedly rolled away, staring up at the ceiling, struggling to contain my gasping breaths; shocked at the capabilities of my own body.

"Oh, was I loud then?" I asked, turning my head to look at him, startled. I hadn't even registered that I had been making any noise at all.

"Not that I'm complaining," he smirked, his silver eyes dancing amusedly in mine, his white-blond hair now a tousled mess on top of his head.

My lips tugged into a coy, bashful smile, and he suddenly reached over, gathering me to him and holding me tightly against his body.

"God, I love you Neve," he growled fiercely into my hair, releasing a heavy, contended sigh.

I lay there in his arms on the dusty old floor of the empty classroom, neither of us mentioning my trip to the Ministry, or the torture I had endured from his family resulting in the incarceration of his father.

It was just Draco and I; a normal teenage couple who had taken their relationship to the next level.

But sadly that's where normal ended for us.

Because when you belonged to the class of '98, life was anything but normal.

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