I avoided Draco after the bathroom incident.

Confusion was an understatement about how I felt about the whole thing. I had been jealous as fuck when I thought Pansy was sucking him off in the bath.

And then, the feeling I got when Draco had assured me I was the only one, just fucking terrified me even more than the jealousy.

It was supposed to have been just sex. And now the lines were getting blurred - it was time to step away.

I was actually rather smug about my decision. Very sensible and adult, I thought.

Things changed, however, and it all started with an innocent conversation between Harry, Hermione and I about sex.

"When I lose my virginity I want it to be with someone I love." Harry announced suddenly in the middle of doing his Potions essay by the common room fire.

"Don't be a fucking pussy, Harry." I spat, still sore about how things turned out with Draco.

"Well, I just want it to be with someone who cares enough to respect me." Hermione sighed, looking wistfully at the flames dancing in the fireplace.

"I think you're both just over thinking it," I shrugged. "Just find someone you want to fuck and then do it."

"Ronnie!" Harry gasped, his hand flying to his glasses in horror.

"Oh, Ronnie, I don't think you realise how special losing your virginity will be." Hermione implored. "I've read that if you have a bad first experience then it could scar you for life."

"Bollocks." I muttered. "People need to stop being so fucking sensitive all the fucking time."

"In my experience, you have to approach these things carefully." Harry said in an annoyingly sage way.

"Your experience?!" I scoffed. "Harry, you kissed Cho once, made her cry, and then she dumped you during your first and only date. ON VALENTINE'S DAY!"

"Well it's still more experience than you've had." Harry bristled. "At least I had a relationship. Not some quick angry fumble with Malfoy in the Quidditch changing rooms."

"Yeah well at least I'm not still a virgin!" I spat before I could stop myself.

"What?!" Harry and Hermione both gasped. "Who?"

"Not with him?!" Harry spluttered, his eyes widening fearfully.

Shit. I didn't want to admit I'd being whoring myself out to Draco Malfoy. If my family found out then I'd be dead. And so would he.

"No." I said quickly as my mind searched frantically for a name - any name. "Michael Corner."

"Michael Corner? Isn't he dating your sister?" Hermione gasped incredulously.

Oh fuck. That's why I knew that name.

"Yes, but she doesn't mind me catering for his needs that she's not ready to fill." I answered without thinking. "It's a sister thing."

"Wow, that's... modern." Harry said uncertainly but with a touch of admiration.

"Be careful," Hermione said warningly. "These arrangements can turn messy."

She's fucking telling me.

*****

"So I hear you're fucking Michael Corner now."

I looked up from my book in startled surprise. Draco Malfoy was standing over me in the library, looking absolutely thunderous.

"Explains why I haven't seen you lately," he continued. "Moved on pretty quickly, haven't you?"

"You were in the fucking bath with Pansy!" I spluttered, pissed off at his complete audacity.

"I told you, nothing was going on!" He fumed, driving his hands through his hair. "We were just hanging out - in our swimsuits!"

"Why are you even bothered?!" I sneered, standing up and angrily throwing my books in my bag. "I thought what we had was just sex."

"Yes! But you and I sex!" Draco snarled, "I didn't realise we were including the whole school!"

"Whatever, Malfoy," I spat as I stormed past him, making sure to barge into his shoulder as I did so. The anger inside of me was indescribable.

He followed me out, hot on my heels.

"I told you it was just you!" He hollered. "And your response is to go and fuck someone else?"

"My god, Malfoy! Anyone would think you are jealous!" I roared, whirling around to angrily face him. "And for your information I'm not fucking Michael Corner - it was a cover story so that I didn't land you in it with my family!"

I turned around again and carried on storming up the deserted corridor.

"WELL I AM JEALOUS!"

I froze, my heart stilling in my chest as his words rang in the air.

"I hate the thought of you wanting someone else." His voice growled quietly behind me.

The breath caught in my throat as I slowly turned around. His eyes locked onto mine and he began to stride towards me, reminding me of a predator walking towards his prey.

The second he drew up to me, he grabbed my waist and yanked me up hard against him. "I hate the thought of someone else making you feel the way I make you feel when I do this." He dipped his head, his lips going straight to my neck, attacking the sweet spot below my ear that never failed to make me tremble and squirm in longing.

"Draco," I gasped, letting my bag drop to the floor and flinging my hands to his head, clutching my fingers deliciously through his hair, digging my fingertips into his scalp.

He froze, slowly lifting his head.

"Say that again," he growled, hunger swirling in his eyes.

"Draco-" I breathed, his lips cutting me off as he furiously kissed me.

Our hands grabbed at one another, pulling each other close as groans reverberated along our eager tongues.

Somehow, Draco manoeuvred us into an empty classroom, kicking the door shut behind us as he slammed my backside down onto the nearest desk, flicking his wand to lock us in.

I trembled in longing as he swiftly undid the buttons of my shirt, exposing my bra. His swirling eyes greedily took in the sight before him, brushing his fingers along my collarbone. He dipped his head and instantly attacked the soft skin at the top of my breasts, a low longing groan from the back of his throat lusciously vibrating his lips.

I squeezed my thighs around his middle, making him groan harder as his boner pressed against my crotch. He lifted his head, his lips finding mine again as he began to rut against me, clearly desperate to find friction for his cock.

"I want you now," he rasped hoarsely against my mouth as his hands began to lift my skirt up around my middle, his fingers pressing against my already damp underwear.

He suddenly pulled away from me, hurriedly unbuckling his belt, his trousers dropping to the ground at record speed. I couldn't help but glance greedily at the large bulge in his boxers and reached forward to palm my hand against him, making him shudder and buck quite violently.

"I've been hard for you for fucking days," he gritted, sucking in a hiss through his teeth as his eyes flickered upwards. "I could barely walk."

"Could you not have dealt with it?" I asked coyly as I continued to rub my hand against his straining boxers, enjoying the effect it was having on him.

"Believe me, I've not got much else done. But every time I see you, even from across the hall, it springs back to life."

I raised an eyebrow at him, grinning. Not being able to take anymore, I yanked his boxers down and said hello to his not so little friend who was clearly pleased to see me.

I wrapped my fingers around him, making him groan harder, coaxing him back towards me.

"Don't make me wait," he begged, rolling his head back as I began to slowly pump.

Feeling sorry for him, and also extremely turned on by his utter desperation for me, I let him go and quickly wriggled out of my underwear, keeping on my skirt.

"Come on then," I invited, sitting back on the desk as I seductively spread open my legs.

He was between them in less than a second, groaning loudly as he pushed himself inside of me, forcing me to lean back as he placed his hands on either side of me on the flat surface of the desk, steadying himself.

"Fuck" he rasped, beginning to furiously thrust. "I'm not going to last much-" He was cut off by his own strangled cry as his body went rigid.

I looked up breathlessly as he panted above me, his face tinged with colour and shame.

Surely that was not fucking it?!

"Shit, sorry," he murmured hoarsely, looking down at me apologetically.

Gently removing himself, he crawled up onto the desk and collapsed on top of me, trying to steady his breathing. I could feel his heart racing beneath his chest as he recovered from his high, and I couldn't help but feel flooded with disappointment.

I went to move out from underneath him, but he landed a hand heavily down onto my arm, slamming it against the desk above my head.

I looked questioningly up into his silver eyes as they flashed heatedly down at me.

"I can't stand the thought of anyone else fucking you." He said fiercely.

"You don't have to," I breathed. "There's only you."

"Good," he murmured, before catching my lips in his, making my heart pick back up the pace and my stomach reknot as he kissed me slow and sensually.

Without warning, he broke away, a wicked glint in his eye as he grinned at me coyly. "Come on," he said hopping off the desk and leaning down to toss me my underwear. "I know where we can continue this."

"Where?" I asked, relief flooding me that it looked as though I was still going to get mine.

"The Prefects' bathroom, of course," he smirked, zipping up his flies. "Once we've dealt with you, I've got a few fantasies that I want us to try out."

Turned out, he had a lot of fantasies. But strangely, the moment that got me smiling the most when I crawled into bed that night and relived the afternoon in my own mind, was the one just before we parted ways as we were putting back on our clothes.

"I had a good time, Weasley."

"Of course you did, you came three times."

"I'm not just talking about the sex. Not that it wasn't good – it was fantastic in fact."

"Okay, so you enjoy a bubble bath? I kind of guessed that when I caught you in here with Pansy."

"For fuck's sake, Weasley. I'm trying to tell you that I like being with you."

"Again – three times."

Sighing exasperatedly, he stepped towards me, straightening my tie which I was struggling with.

When he finished, his eyes met mine and we both stilled, his hands lingering on my tie.

"I like you, Weasley." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing profusely in his throat as he looked at me with some kind of expectancy.

"I'm sure you do."

A smile twitched at his lips then, and he pulled me gently towards him, kissing me lightly on the nose.

"You're truly something else, Veronica Weasley."

For the first time in my life, I didn't hate my name.

*****