"Where have you been?!" Harry spluttered as I entered the Room of Requirement. Late.

The whole room turned to face me. Harry must have been in the middle of telling everyone how fucking great he was or some shit.

"Soz." I shrugged, casually strolling over to stand next to Hermione. "I got lost."

"In the forest, I presume?! Is that why you've got twigs in your hair?!" Harry bellowed, glaring over furiously at me.

Way to fucking embarrass me in front of the whole class. Dick.

Hermione helpfully pulled a few leaves and twigs out for me.

"Look, Harry, no one has to fucking be here so get over it." I spat.

But, however, before Harry could retort any further, Draco's ex dirty laundry cleaner appeared out of nowhere warning everyone that Umbitch and her Git Squad had found us.

"RUN!" Harry screamed, like a girl.

I couldn't help but feel this may have been my fault, I thought guiltily later on, after Draco had captured Harry, resulting in Dumbledore getting sacked and Umbridge taking over as headteacher.

Having made eyes at Draco all through dinner earlier that evening, I later found myself making out with him in the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"I haven't got long," I murmured breathlessly between hurried, urgent kisses as we stumbled over twigs and fallen leaves.

"I can do fast," he smirked against my lips before he continued to devour me as though he found me to be the most delicious treat in the world.

My arms went around his neck as he reached underneath my thighs and hoisted me up, his hips forcing my legs apart as he pushed my back up against a tree.

Fuck he was so hard that I found myself gasping into his mouth, enjoying the way he shuddered as I rolled my groin against him.

But I hated the way the bark of the tree was digging into my back, and I couldn't see this working.

"Ground." I instructed, pulling my lips away from his. "I refused to be fucked against a tree."

"What do you think doors are made of?" Draco spluttered, clearly horrified by the idea of getting his suit a little dirty.

"If you want to get your fucking cock wet, then unpin me from this tree and get down on the ground right now." I ordered.

He didn't argue.

We resumed our kissing once I had joined him, straddling his lap as I worked his belt, panicking when I heard the chimes of the clock, marking the start of DA.

Thankfully, he was still rock solid and needed no work. Already having whipped my underwear off beneath my skirt whilst he was making himself comfortable on the forest floor, I slid down on him with ease, pondering if Harry was wondering where I was.

Draco sucked in a sharp hiss as I began to move, his hands going to my waist and gripping it tight.

"Not too fast, Weasley," he warned in a strained voice, his face already tinged with pink, "Fuck, I can't control it like this."

"That's the fucking idea," I muttered, rolling my eyes as I sped up, pressing one hand against his chest to steady myself and using the other to stimulate my clit.

As it turned out, doing it this way, we both came hard and fast together as we muffled each other's groans with our hands.

"Christ, Weasley, I've never seen anyone work so fast," Draco drawled amusedly as I hurriedly climbed off him and hopped back into my underwear.

"Yeah, well I'm late for something," I shrugged as I snatched up my bag and knocked back the potion.

"What for exactly?" He asked, his voice piqued with interest as he got to his feet and zipped up his flies.

"None of your fucking business!" I bellowed, hurrying away.

"Don't I at least get a goodbye kiss?" He called after me.

"NO!"

The fucker must have followed me.

"I still don't understand how they found out about us!" Harry cried the next morning at breakfast.

"Beats me," I shrugged, shovelling a sausage in my mouth.

I glared in Draco's direction who sat smugly amongst the rest of the Slytherins; all listening to him raptly as he undoubtedly recounted the tale of how he heroically caught Harry single handedly.

I felt anger spark in my stomach. I felt used. I vowed to myself that I would have nothing more to do with Draco Malfoy.

*****

Seeing as it was a weekend, I decided to go and chill out in the Prefects bathroom. I fancied a nice long bubblebath and to try and forget about that beautiful fucker.

Unfortunately though, as I stepped inside, it turned out I wasn't the only one who fancied getting amongst the bubbles.

Draco Malfoy was sat in the bath with his back to me, his arms propped up on the sides and his head thrown back with his eyes shut as if in the throes of something good.

For a confused moment I thought maybe I had forgotten that I was meant to be meeting him here. And then Pansy Parkinson's head emerged from the bubbles in front of Draco's lap, coughing and spluttering as she wiped the water from her face.

"WHAT THE-?" I cried, alerting them both to my presence.

"Fancy joining us?" Draco smirked, looking over his shoulder, completely unabashed at being disturbed. "There's plenty of room for three."

Anger and something else made my stomach squeeze and my blood boil. I turned instantly on the spot wanting to get out of there.

I heard him chuckle as I slammed the door behind me and Pansy saying with incredulity, "Was that Weasley?"

I was fucking furious. And, even though I didn't want to admit it; I felt fucking hurt.

*****

"Any luck?" Draco asked Pansy, his chuckles subsiding.

She shook her head as she looked around in frustration.

"It was my best earring as well!"

She ducked back down under the water, continuing her search.

Draco felt a funny uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He should go after her, he thought. Let her know it wasn't what it looked like.

But he didn't have to explain himself to her. It wasn't like they were exclusive or anything. If he wanted to screw Pansy in the bath, then he was free to screw Pansy in the bath. Only he didn't want to.

"Oh. Are you off?" Pansy asked, re-emerging from the bubbles.

"Yeah, just remembered there was something I need to do." He said, hurriedly throwing his clothes on over his wet body.

"Weasley!" He called as he threw himself out into the corridor, catching sight of her just as she was about to disappear around the corner.

To his surprise, she stopped and turned around. He couldn't help but notice the briefest flicker of hurt in her eyes.

"What?" She spat, fury emanating from her every pore.

"It wasn't- it..." Draco suddenly felt stupid - weak even. A bit like the time he apologised to her about the song. It wasn't him. It wasn't what Malfoy's did.

Yet Weasley did something to him.

"I couldn't give a shit what you get up to, or with who, Malfoy." She snarled, but Draco heard something in her voice and saw something in her eyes that told him she probably did.

Shit, he though walking up to her. It was only meant to be sex. Nothing more. But something was driving him to do this - to reassure her.

"There's nothing going on between Pansy and me, she was looking for an earring." He told her truthfully. "We were just having an innocent soak - in our bathers. If you'd caught us five minutes earlier, you would've seen Blaise was with us too. We use it as a kind of hang out."

"Oh. Like I said, what should I care?"

She went to turn around again, but he reached out his hand, grabbing her arm to halt her.

"You're the only one, you know."

She looked slowly up at him, and as their eyes met, he felt something new - not like the urgent sexual tension he had been experiencing with her of late, but something different, something that made his heart race at an odd rate.

Before he could examine this new feeling any further, however, the sudden sound of loud explosions could be heard from somewhere inside the castle, making them both jump apart and look around bewilderedly.

Without another word, they both ran off in the direction of the noise, discovering the source at the top of the marble stairs in the Entrance Hall.

Fireworks. Hundreds of bright, loud, colourful explosions filled the air around them.

"My fucking brothers," Weasley muttered next to him, as they stood side by side, watching the chaos unfold below them.

And they watched as Fred and George flew off on their broomsticks, sticking their fingers up at Umbridge as they did so.

Draco had to admit, he thought grudgingly, it was rather impressive.

"They didn't even fucking say goodbye." Weasley sighed almost sadly, and without even looking at him, she turned morosely on the spot and disappeared off up the corridor.

Draco watched her go. He had to fight the strangest urge to go after her. Strange, because for the first time it wasn't an urge to seek her out for sex.

No, he wanted to comfort her.

*****