He slid a finger inside me and I arched towards him at the pleasure. He smirked.

"Do you think you can handle two?" He whispered. I nodded quickly, and he then entered another finger inside me. I moaned out getting more wet by the second. 

"Don't stop." He didn't stop, in fact he went quicker and within a matter of seconds I came undone all over his fingers. He then lowered himself, his eyes still looking up at me through his brows as his tongue licked up my juices. 

"I love how you taste." He groaned. 

"Merlin, you are beautiful," he breathed out, his eyes hungry as they gaze over my body.

"Michael, I want you to fuck me." 

His eyes widened, and I slid my hand over his length. He was startled, yet he didn't need to be asked twice. He moved up from where he was feasting on me, and met my mouth, biting on my bottom lip. He constricted my hands above my head and positioned himself so that his tip was at my entrance. Heat swirled in my stomach as he thrusted himself inside me slowly.

"Fuck I missed how tight you were."

"Oh, shit," I moaned and my head tilted back. He went deeper and deeper, burying himself inside me and I felt myself stretch as he sunk into me. 

"Look at me," he groaned in between his thrusts that became harder and faster. I met his eyes and the pain of me having to adjust to him became irrelevant when all I saw was him. His lips hovering over mine, his hair ruffled and sticking to the sweat on his forehead, the muscles twitching in his arms as he thrust himself inside me. 

He released the hold he had on my arms, and he slid his hands under my ass and nestles himself deeper inside me. 

"Oh, fuck," he groaned and pushed himself inside me one more time before pulling out. His body shuddering above me as his groans fanned my ear. I wanted him again and again, I thought as I gazed over him. I licked his release from my stomach and he watched my every move. 

"You have gotten very good at that, considering you haven't slept with anyone else."

"That's because I thought of many ways in which I wanted to fuck you." My breathing hitched as I looked up at him. His hand went around my throat and he kissed me aggressively. I arched up in pleasure, and my nipples grazed his chest, he hummed in response. "Now, let me bathe you." He stood up and scooped me up in one quick motion as he headed for the bathroom. 

He washed my body gently, and we enjoyed each other, naked and wet. He paused washing me to put me against the wall and kissed up my neck, biting my bottom lip.

"I can never get enough of you," he said. He hands went to the backs of my thighs as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around him as he kissed me passionately, tasting every inch of me. "This is the best day of my life," he mumbled in between kisses and I laughed. 

He dried me, and we kept meeting each others lips as he slipped on underwear and joggers and I put on my underwear and his shirt. I couldn't get enough of him. We dropped back on his bed, and he brought me on top of him, so that my whole body laid over his. We were one person now. I rested my head on his chest and he looked down at me.

"I love you," I said. He paused for a moment, looking at me, assessing my countenance. Once he realised I wasn't kidding a smile was painted over his face.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words come from your lips."

"Well I do, and I'm not scared this time, I'm all in."

"I love you too angel." My weakness. I reached up and met his lips, grazing over them with my own. Not kissing, but feeling, tasting. "I want you forever, otherwise I won't survive. I will not survive."

"Well, I don't want that. So I am yours forever."

"Til death do us part," he spoke.

"Til death do us part," I replied. 

It was our version of being married, as he knew I never wanted to actually get married. 

I moved off him so that I could cuddle him, as we still had a few more hours of peace before school. 

"My little Davina," he whispered, looking down at me, "so precious." I remembered back to the first time he said that and I smiled warmly.  "You have me wrapped around your finger."

I leaned up to kiss him softly and then I nestled into him closing my eyes and falling asleep enveloped in him, our breathing synced. 

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My legs were a little sore and so on the way to breakfast he gave me a piggyback ride. 

I had snuck to my dorm to grab my uniform and had ran back to bed before he woke up. Obviously he knew I left when he saw that I had my uniform but he didn't know, know. 

He sat me at Ravenclaw, and he put me food. We were sitting next to each other yet I was facing him and had my legs over his, his hand territorially on my upper thigh. 

"Fucking finally, geez, I thought I'd have to spend the rest of my life dealing with this guy, moping around everywhere, Davina, Davina, Davina," he mocked. I laughed, but Michaels face went ice cold. I kissed his neck and he softened as soon as my lips touched his skin. 

"Morning Anthony," I said.

"I have a question."

"Go on," I said waiting for whatever stupidity that was about to come out of his mouth. 

"There's this girl," I practically jumped with joy.

"You have feelings for someone, it's a miracle, I didn't know you had the emotional capacity."

"Gee thanks, but yes I do have some feelings for someone," he said, almost whispering as if someone was going to hear and he would convulse.

"Okay, who? Who?" I asked, eager.

"Well, it's Astor-"

"No." I interrupted him, knowing what filthy name he was about to utter.

"Why?"

"She is horrible, dreadful, vile, would you like me to go on?"

"Well while you were plastered at my party, she had made an appearance and we began talking. I've never wasted so much time talking with a girl and it not leading somewhere. But for the next few days I couldn't stop thinking about her. So I went to her, and we hung out over the weekend while you two were "reconnecting", he said, gesturing quotation marks. My face was full of disgust, but before I could continue about how horrible she was, the she in question propped her perky ass on our table.

"Well, hi Davina, seems we're both going to be spending some time in the Ravenclaw house." I was about to vomit, so I got up and went over to the Slytherin table. Michael had followed behind me.

"You didn't have to come as well," I said, nervous as I had sat with everyone, who was now looking at us. 

He shook his head, "I don't want to be anywhere else." 

I wasn't as all over him as I was on the Ravenclaw table but he still had his hand on me. 

"Morning boys," I said. Blaise, Theo, Enzo and Draco shared a quick glance, then Enzo turned to Michael. 

"So Michael, what are your thoughts on blood prejudice?" I kicked Enzo in the shin, but then all four of them started cackling in with laughter. I was confused, but then Draco faced me.

"We're joking Dav." He pat Michael on the shoulder, "welcome to the family." My whole body relaxed as I exhaled in pure relief. I hadn't noticed that Michael was on edge until I felt his hand loosen on my thigh, now realising that he had been gripping me awfully tightly. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear.

"Thank Merlin." I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder. I'd noticed Enzo watching but he softened and smiled at us. 

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Our first two classes were dreadful, and McGonagall decided she hated Slytherins extra today and gave Blaise and I detention. She made us stay back as well so Blaise and I were late to lunch. 

We got the great hall and he ran over to our spot and I tried to do the same but I had bumped into someone. It was a guy from Gryffindor and he restricted me from getting past him.

"Where are you off to so quickly sexy?" He questioned, towering over me, then he leaned down close, putting strands of hair behind my ear. "Oh, you're that slut from Slytherin aren't you? There's a rumor that you killed your boyfriend, that Riddle kid. So you're a skank and a murderer, no wonder you've fucked every guy and yet they still dont want you." He traced a finger down my neck and to my cleavage and I just stood there completely still. 

There were people crowding around us and I felt like there were a pile of bricks sitting on my chest and I couldn't breathe.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I saw Enzo, Theo, Blaise and Draco get up from the table and start to rush over. However they weren't necessary because the guy that was bothering me was now on the floor clutching his jaw. The hall went silent and the professors stood up from where they were eating. A pair of hands were cupping my face, wiping away tears. 

"Davina, are you okay?" Everything stopped being a blur and I met his eyes, shaking my head. 

"I'll be fine, but you go, get out of here, I'm okay," the professors were almost here and I nudged him to leave the hall. Draco and Blaise were at my sides in an instant and he then left, seeing that I was okay with the. Professor Dumbledore began walking over to me. 

"What happened?" He asked. 

"He was in my face and then people started to crowd all around us and someone pushed him and he fell, it all happened so fast, I didn't know what to do." 

"Take that boy to the hospital wing," he shouted and then he turned to me, "it's alright Miss Claire, you may go to your house if you'd like." I acted like a broken little girl and it paid off so I turned and walked out of the hall, wiping away my tears. What that prick said didn't make me upset, it pissed me right off. 

The boys had followed and we stopped in the hall.

"Are you okay?" Enzo asked and I smiled.

"Yeah she's fine, well she's not as upset as Dumbledore suspects," Draco said.

"Yeah, she totally fooled them so that Gryffindor prick could get the blame. It was brilliant," Blaise added.

"Ah, I see, it was a facade," Theo concluded.

"Yes, and I'm fine, just pissed. Now I have to go fix Michael's hand. I'll see you after classes, seen as how I've been excused," I smirked. They split in the middle to make way for me and Blaise bowed in my direction.

"The Queen is passing, make way," we all laughed.

I was walking towards Michaels dorm and I opened the door and there he was, on the edge of his bed rubbing his knuckles.

"That's not going to help anything," I said and I took out my wand and used magic to heal the bruise, then I held up his hand to make sure it was all fine. "It'll be a little stiff, just don't go punching anyone else in the near future."

"He deserved a lot more than a punch."

"It's fine, he'll get what he deserves."

"He shouldn't have spoken to you like that, the things he said to you," he shook his head, "and he touched you, I wanted to bloody kill him."

"What good would that have been?"

"I would have felt a lot better."

"Well I wouldn't have. Thank you for being there."

"Always," he kissed my forehead. I looked down, feeling bad about myself. I thought what that guy said didn't hurt me, it didn't, but I just felt like crying.  

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm crying." He brought me into him and I began to sob. 

"Don't say sorry," he exhaled.