Lorelai woke late the next morning. She had been up late, but not in the Library. She had returned to Gryffindor Tower just before nine thirty. She went straight to the girl’s dormitory, and went to bed, the first of the five fifth years to get there. But listening to the rest of the girls’ breathing patterns, she could tell that she was the last to fall asleep.

Her brain was racing, and thoughts of Draco were running through her head. She hated that he was warming up to her again. She had only herself to blame, as it was most likely a result of her keeping him company in the Hospital Wing after Christmas. She enjoyed his company, and she even admitted to herself that she was attracted to him, and always had been. But the last thing she wanted was to enter back into that type of relationship with him. And every time she saw him, every time he looked back at her, she would want to cross the room, just to be near him.

As she lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how she felt the most alone when all she wanted was to be next to Draco. She didn’t think no one else would ever understand, so there was no point in trying to confide in someone. Lorelai had written a letter to her friend Blair back in America, but hadn’t sent the letter yet, and was still debating it. It had taken her nearly five hours to fall asleep.

Hermione and Joan were already down at breakfast. Had it been any other day but Friday, they probably would have woken her up. But as it was Double Potions first thing, her friends knew that her attendance was not mandatory.

Without much of an appetite, Lorelai skipped breakfast, got dressed, and grabbed her things. She decided not to go straight to the dungeons, but instead, take a detour to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, just to get her mind back on her work.

As she rounded the corner on the third floor, nearly there, she saw Draco, with Crabbe and Goyle. He looked at her, and though his eyes smiled, the rest of him didn’t. Just around the corner, laughing and carrying on, were Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherins, as well as Morag McDougall. It seemed that Draco was going towards the stair case. Lorelai didn’t know what business they would have had up on the third floor, between breakfast and potions, but nonetheless, they were there. Draco was walking at her side now, though neither of them had said anything to the other yet.

“Crabbe!” Draco said sharply, a cold tone to his voice, making Crabbe jump as he spoke, “What are you doing? Carry her books!” he commanded. Luckily, it seemed that Morag was entertaining the Slytherin girls enough that they weren’t paying attention to Draco at that very moment. Crabbe and Goyle both looked very confused, but Crabbe started towards Lorelai, his arms slightly outstretched. Lorelai thought with his vacant stare and his lumbering walk, with his arms out like that, that he somewhat resembled Frankenstein’s Monster.

“I can carry my own books, thank you.” Lorelai said, looking at Crabbe, only further confusing him, then looked at Draco. He stopped walking, looking extremely confused, and Lorelai continued past the staircase.

His Slytherin posse turned and started down the stairs, but it took him a moment to stop staring at the back of Lorelai’s head so quizzically, before he turned and followed his group down the stairs. Lorelai continued on into another hall, and saw the large Defense Against the Dark Arts door ahead of her. She pushed it open, only to find what she already knew; the class was empty, and Professor Lupin’s office door was just slightly ajar. Lorelai stepped up to it, knocking lightly.

“Come in.” Professor Lupin said distractedly.

Lorelai stepped through, “Oh, sorry Professor, I didn’t know you were working.”

“No, no, come in Lorelai, you didn’t interrupt anything.” He said, setting down what looked to be a quiz, on top of a stack of parchment. “What can I help you with?” he asked. Lorelai sat down in the chair across from him.

“Well,” Lorelai said, glancing over to see that Sirius was sleeping in his dog form under the window. “I was wondering if I could have some information about Jossalin Bones.”

“Joz?” Professor Lupin asked, a nostalgic, glazed look on his face. “What do you want to know about Joz?” he asked, folding his hands in his lap and leaning back in his chair, his posture suggested he was relaxed.

“Well, I’ve been reading a lot about her in the Library. I just wanted to know what she was really like, and what was going on between Joz and Uncle Sirius.” Lorelai said, her hands folded neatly on her lap, on top of her book bag.

“Well…” Professor Lupin stopped and sighed, “Joz and Sirius were best friends growing up. Sirius’s father was at the Ministry, in the Muggle Protection department. I believe you know of Mr. Weasley?” Lorelai nodded, “Well, after Sirius was sent to Azkaban, his father died, and that’s how Mr. Weasley came to have his current position. Nonetheless, Sirius and Joz grew up next door to each other, because his father wanted to live right in with the Muggles. Sirius’ father had known Joz’s aunt from school. You see, her parents-”

“A squib and a muggle, I know.” Lorelai said.

“Right. Joz and Sirius were best friends, even when they were children. They were ecstatic of course, when Joz and Sirius got their Hogwarts’ Owls on the same day. They got to go to school together, you see. Well, their first year here they were inseparable, but by the end of it, Sirius had befriended James. For a little while, the three of them ran together. They had great fun; pulled horrible pranks on the prefects. But when we started our second year, Sirius and James had spent a good chunk of the summer together, and that meant that he was away from Joz. That’s a bad time to leave a girl’s life, when she’s twelve. Needless to say, they stayed friends but weren’t as close.”

Professor Lupin licked his lips, “During our second year, Sirius, James, Peter and I became best friends. We never went anywhere without the other three, and Joz was left alone. She was a great girl though,” he stopped and smiled reminiscently, “And she was never really alone. She became best friends with a Ravenclaw, by the name of Tamlyn Longbottom.” Professor Lupin looked up at her.

“Joan’s mother?” Lorelai asked, “I knew they attended Auror training together, but I didn’t realize they were that close. And she always goes by Lupin, in all the books anyway.”

“Well, that’s the next part of the story. Joz also became very good friends with the other Gryffindor boy, who also felt a bit lost, a bit left out of our little group of Marauders. My cousin, Maximus.” Professor Lupin explained.

“Joan’s father.” Lorelai said, and Professor Lupin nodded.

“The three of them were great friends. Lily, Harry’s mother, was a good friend of Joz’s as well, but didn’t share the same passion for rule breaking. Neither did Tamlyn of course, but I suppose that’s why they got along so well, the opposite attraction.”

“By the time we were all in our third year, the four of us were so happy with each other, that we hardly noticed the girls. By that time, they had all grown very beautiful, and very popular. Lily, Endrea, Tamlyn and Joz had become a good group of friends. Tamlyn became the Ravenclaw seeker that year, and Joz and Maximus made the Gryffindor team as our beaters. It would be another year before Sirius and James were on the team. Maximus was content to follow the girls around. He began to receive quite a lot of attention from other students as well. Needless to say, I think he got all the good looks in our family. Joz began to date boys, casually of course, but soon she was the school tease. Every boy, from all years, wanted a shot with her, and she became very picky with them. When we began our fourth year, both James and Sirius had made the Quidditch team, and both had grown immensely over the summer. James and Lily began to see each other, and Sirius lapped up the attention he began to get from girls like the dog he is.” Professor Lupin laughed, looking over at him. Lorelai couldn’t help but smile.

Professor Lupin sighed, licked his lips, and began again, “They hardly ever saw each other, except for Quidditch practice. They didn’t really have time for each other, and by then, they had changed so much, that they’re friendship would never be the same. In our fifth year, she dated Maximus, though I think it was mostly just teasing each other over the years. I doubt they ever had any serious romantic feelings for each other. Also, a new girl arrived in Gryffindor, by the name of Daija MacKenzie. As it turned out, she was also a werewolf, like myself. Joz and Tamlyn took an immense liking to her. They were the only two to figure out what Daija really was. They were both extremely smart. Tamlyn would have been Head Girl, if it hadn’t been that she missed so many classes by keeping Daija in the Forbidden Forest during her transformations. You see, Tamlyn was an Animagus. Joz would make excuses for the two of them, and keep up with their schoolwork. She was very charming, very persuasive, and could always get them out of trouble. As it turns out, Sirius got very close to Daija as well.”

“I don’t know how much you know about Professor Snape, but you see, he was the same year as we all were, and as expected, we never got along. At the end of our sixth year, he slipped a potion called Veritiserum into our pumpkin juice at dinner. It had all of us admitting crazy secrets to each other, and had a nasty effect on Endy. You see, she’s one eighth house elf, and the potion had a strange reaction with her. As the story goes, Daija admitted in front of the entire school at dinner that she was a werewolf. She left school after that, and attended Phoenixbrow, were she works now.” Professor Lupin said, a different kind of look in his eye when he discussed her.

“Our seventh year is when everything began to change. As I heard it from James before he died, Joz and Sirius had realized they didn’t see much of each other at school because of their other friends, so they had a tradition that they carried on since they were eleven. Apparently, every year, Sirius and his younger brother…”

Lorelai smiled, “My father.”

Professor Lupin grinned back at her, “The two of them would sleep over at Joz’s house, and catch the train to Hogwarts the next morning together. All of Joz’s younger siblings turned out to be magical as well. As James told me so many years ago, the eve of our seventh year, Sirius realized he had feelings for Joz.” Professor Lupin sighed heavily, looking rather frustrated. “That’s when all the problems started, I remember that clearly.”

“A few months into the year, Joz began to court Chuck Davies, Roger’s father. Sirius became enraged, not so much that she was dating him, but that she had tried to keep it a secret. They began to argue on a daily basis. Joz dumped Chuck rather quickly, but the damage had been done. Sirius began to date fifth years, just to make her angry. Even made a pass at her little sister once.” Professor Lupin raised an eyebrow and looked at Sirius as he slept. “To retaliate, Joz accepted a date with Severus Snape.”

“Professor Snape?” Lorelai made a face, “Ew.” She said, her upper lip pulled into a snarl.

Professor Lupin nodded, seemingly just as disgusted, though he tried, only mildly, to hide it. “They had a horrible argument. We all thought they would never speak to each other again. They continued like that, fighting with each other. They ended up in detention together, and Sirius slipped, and called her a Mudblood.” Lorelai’s eyes grew wide. She had been called this several times in her life, even though she was mixed, but for some reason, it had never really insulted her.

“For months they argued, not speaking to each other civilly, then all of the sudden, one day they showed up late for potions, giggling and happy. They weren’t apart after that.” Professor Lupin said, and he rubbed his temples.

“Joz went into Auror training of course, in America, but she came back a little over halfway through. She was going to finish up here as an apprentice. She said she thought she would be a little more useful here. Other than her occasional visits, she hadn’t been home in over a year. She had just moved back permanently, only home a few days, no one but Sirius had seen her, when she and her sisters were murdered.”

Lorelai was quiet for a moment, before she licked her lips and spoke. “How far along was she?”

“What?” Professor Lupin sounded thoroughly confused.

“In her pregnancy, how far along was she?” Lorelai asked again.

“Joz wasn’t pregnant. Surely Sirius would have told me by now. Who on earth did you hear that from?” Professor Lupin asked.

Lorelai felt her ears go slightly pink, and was very glad her hair was down that day. “Draco Malfoy.” She admitted.

Professor Lupin nodded slightly, “Well, I know the two of you have a history, but I wouldn’t believe every word out of that boy’s mouth.” Professor Lupin said. Lorelai nodded her head, she didn’t know quite who to believe.

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?” Professor Lupin asked.

Lorelai quickly gathered her thoughts, “Yes!” Lorelai remembered, “She played Quidditch, right? What was she like?”

Professor Lupin smiled at this, “She was a marvelous Quidditch player, a beater, just like you. The two of you would have gotten along marvelously, you’re very much alike. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen another female beater, except at the all girl’s school of course. I’m very sorry that you never got to know her.” A strange look crossed Professor Lupin’s face and he turned his head just slightly, “You know, I never met your mother. I wonder if she looked like Joz did, you look somewhat like her. Mostly your eyes.”

“They looked a little alike.” Lorelai smiled.

“I’m not surprised then. Your father had a huge crush on Joz, as long as I can remember.” Lupin smiled.

“What about school? Did she do well?” Lorelai asked.

“Oh yes, she would have been the best of all of us if she applied herself. She excelled at anything she tried. Quite amazing for a Squib and Muggle offspring.” Professor Lupin observed, “Her favorite class was Defense Against the Dark Arts of course, but she also had a hankering for History of Magic, she was excellent with remembering little details and numbers.”

Lorelai smiled, “She was probably good at Potions then, that’s all that is.”

Professor Lupin smiled back, “She probably would have been a lot better if she had gotten along with the teacher.”

“Wow, that doesn’t sound at all familiar.” Lorelai said dryly. Professor Lupin laughed, and gave her a warm smile.

“Speaking of which…” Lorelai said, standing, “I better be off to the dungeons, I have some potions to make.” Lorelai said, smiling at him in a very direct way. “Thank you for your help.” She said.

“You’re very welcome, goodbye, Lorelai.” Lupin said with a smile, as Lorelai left his office, looking over her shoulder quickly at Sirius.

Lorelai had gone down to the Library straight away, even though she had told Professor Lupin that she was going to Potions. She had also promised Madam Pince the night before that she would be back in the morning to work with all the books she had left down off their shelves. She had pulled out her notes from the previous night, and was so involved in reading and note taking, that she had barely noticed the time.

“So, are you trying to avoid me?” Lorelai jumped, being very startled.

“Draco, you scared me.” She said, and looked back down at her notes and her books.

“Well, are you?” Draco asked, sitting across the table from her, with his arms crossed in front of him defiantly.

“Am I what?” Lorelai asked, involved in her notes, or at least pretending to me.

“Don’t give me shit, you heard me the first time.” Draco’s tone was harsh.

“I’m not avoiding you, Draco. What would make you think that I am?” she asked, finishing a sentence in her notes and setting her quill down on them, and looked up at him. He looked quite confused, and his mouth was hanging open just slightly.

“You are joking, right?” Draco asked, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward. “That whole thing in the hallway?”

Lorelai sighed and licked her lips, “Look, I like your company just fine, but I can’t stand you around your friends.”

“How was I acting any different this morning than I was last night?” Draco nearly yelled, only to be promptly shushed by Madam Pince from the front of the Library.

“I apologize, you were being civil today, but I was trying to make a point.” Lorelai said, “You’re a different person around your friends than when you’re alone with me. You turn into a jerk normally.”

Draco’s mouth was hanging fully open now, and his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, “Dammit!” Draco slammed his fist on the table, “I don’t know what to do with you! You’re really sending me for a loop, I don’t know what to expect from you!” he looked very frustrated, and his cheeks were turning pink. “One day you hate me, and the next you visit me multiple times a day in the Hospital Wing! What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked loudly, standing up so furiously that he knocked his chair over and stomped out of the Library. Lorelai sat back in her chair, still, the entire time, and didn’t even turn to watch him leave. She stared at her books for a few minutes, saddened by the fact that it seemed she had succeeded in pushing him away.

By Saturday, Slytherin had played their last game against Hufflepuff, and succeeded in securing their spot in the match for the Quidditch Cup. Gryffindor had two more games, one with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff each. Unless Hufflepuff managed to beat both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor with more than 300 points each, after Slytherin slaughtered them, they were completely out of the running. It was simply that they fell apart without Diggory. Ravenclaw was in a similar situation. Cho Chang had not been playing the same all year, and unless they were able to beat Gryffindor by a similar margin, they would not be in for the cup either.

This however, meant that Draco was strutting around the castle, worse than ever. He was never seen without a large part of the Slytherin House team, and a handful of swooning girls. He was back to his usual teasing of Harry and his friends, and was back to picking on the younger students. Lorelai however, he had treated much differently. Instead of his usual bullying, he had taken it in the other direction.

His remarks and quips had been overtly sexual, and he had begun pinching her in the halls. Joan was with her once when this happened, and had tried to hex him, but caught the Slytherin keeper instead. All the Slytherins around were so preoccupied with finding the counter-curse, that Lorelai and Joan had enough time to run away laughing.

Though Draco had never called Lorelai by her first name, he had replaced calling her by her last name by calling her ‘Sexpot’ or ‘Fox’, which was usually accompanied by some hunting comment.

One Saturday afternoon, after the Hufflepuff/Gryffindor match (in which Gryffindor won, 320 to 0), Lorelai had left the celebration in Gryffindor tower to work on the Wolfsbane Potion for Professor Lupin. Lorelai’s stomach sunk, however, when she turned to see Draco and the two Slytherin beaters loitering in the dungeon hall, along with Crabbe and Goyle, as usual.

A smile spread across Draco’s face when he saw her, and the pit of Lorelai’s stomach fell out. Draco stepped closer to her as she approached. “Hello, little fox.” He said, reaching out and grabbing a chunk of her reddish hair. “Are you up for a bit of a chase today? I think I am.” He smiled at her as the group closed around, edging her closer to the wall. One of the beaters stepped closer to Lorelai as well, her back nearly up against the wall, and he was smiling. He had coal black hair, but dark blue eyes and a fair complexion. He spoke with an Irish accent.

“Not celebrating with the others? Come down here for a bit of a celebration with us?” the beater asked, also with a smirk on his face. Draco turned his head quickly, looking at him harshly, and the beater’s smile faded, and he inched back slightly. Draco stopped staring him down as soon as he was satisfied that he had backed off. He then turned back to Lorelai, a smirk in his eyes.

“You know,” he said, grabbing her hair again, “I’ve often been distracted in class, thinking about what I would do with that hair.” He said, looking down at her chest. Lorelai tightened her grasp on her books, pulling them up from her stomach, to cover her chest instead.

Draco looked back up and met her eyes, “So did you congratulate the Weasleys?” he asked, a nearly cruel gleam in his eyes. Lorelai felt her jaw clench involuntarily, and she stared back into Draco’s eyes so callously, that his look flickered.

“You know I don’t feel that way about Fred.” Lorelai said flatly.

“I was just thinking, Gryffindor still has to beat Ravenclaw, but I’ve already made it to the cup, and you haven’t congratulated me yet.” He said, raising an eyebrow and leaning in closer to her. He looked into her eyes for a very long moment, and though it was making Lorelai slightly uneasy, she was determined not to look away from him.

“You know,” Draco started after a long moment. He pressed himself up against her, finishing her movement against the wall, and he slipped one hand onto her hip, the other hand leaning against the wall. His face was incredibly close to hers, but Lorelai refused to look away from his eyes. “There’s a room down here in the dungeons. It’s abandoned. I could charm it, so that no one could hear any of the noises you’d be making.” The other four Slytherin’s laughed, thinking it was normal teasing. Lorelai however, could feel a quite different current flowing between herself and Draco, as if no one else was around.

“And believe me, you’d be making noises.” He finished, his taunt, but for some reason, it felt more like a proposition. The surrounding boys laughed again, but Draco didn’t take notice to his audience, like he usually did. He was staring down Lorelai, waiting for an answer. Even though at that moment he was being quite unfair, and there was a bullying sense in the air, she somehow found herself fighting of the urge to do exactly what he wanted. All of Draco’s teasing over the past weeks had seemed normal to the rest of her friends, but Lorelai could tell it was light hearted towards her. It was no where near as harsh as it could have been towards her.

“You’re quite cocky, Draco, for someone who’s never had sex.” Lorelai started, and the boys stopped to watch her, listening with rapt attention. “And while I’d love to take you up on your offer, I don’t think you could keep up with me.” She said, raising one eyebrow just slightly. The beaters ‘oohed’ and began to chuckle, though Crabbe and Goyle looked quite confused. Fighting off the need to kiss Draco right then, she pushed past him quickly, and walked hastily towards the dungeons. Luckily, he didn’t follow.

Lorelai had returned to the Gryffindor tower, only to have the Weasley twins shower her in butter beer. Apparently, the party had continued, and the team was resentful that their reserve beater had not been able to join in, so had saved a pocket of the party for her. After a lot of laughter and butter beer, Lorelai had placed a glamour on two canary creams to make them look like éclairs. She then inconspicuously gave the Weasley twins a taste of their own medicine, as with two loud squeaks, they both turned into canaries for a moment, to the great amusement of the rest of Gryffindor.

After three hours of carrying on, Lorelai had decided to take a trip down to the Prefect Bath to get the dried butter beer out of her hair. And though she was so tired she would have rather waited until morning, and knew it really would do no damage to leave it in her hair for one night, she decided to sneak out for a bath anyway. The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan had fallen asleep in the Common room, and bottles of butter beer and left over food being cleaned up by a small, wrinkly house elf.

“Miss!” it squeaked as Lorelai surprised it.

“It’s all right; I’ll be gone in a moment.” Lorelai smiled, and continued towards the portrait hole. It had been standing at attention the entire time nonetheless. She made her way out of Gryffindor tower, and taking a short cut the Weasley twins had shown her, had ended up only a floor away from the Prefect Bath, therefore avoiding any chance of running into Filch or Mrs. Norris.

Lorelai stepped into the Prefect Bath, the portrait hole swinging shut behind her. She was wearing her pajamas, a comfortable two piece set; large baggy flannel pants and a very oversized button up flannel shirt. It was white and blue plaid. She stopped dead when she saw that the bathroom was already in use.

Draco Malfoy turned around, wearing his grey uniform pants with the button undone but the zipper up. His blonde hair was wet, but not slicked completely back, and a few strands were hanging down his forehead. He smirked.

"How did I get in here?" Lorelai asked herself aloud. She and Hermione had hexed the portrait hole so that only one person could use the bath at a time.

"My guess would be that you used the portrait hole." Draco drawled sarcastically.

Lorelai raised an eyebrow. "After that bullshit you pulled a few months ago, Hermione and I put a spell on the portrait hole so that no one else could come in if someone was using the bath."

"Did you say it like that?" Draco asked. He had been in the middle of pulling on a dark grey turtleneck, but had stopped when she came in, and was holding it down in front of him now, covering the large scar on his abdomen.

"Yes." Lorelai answered.

"There's your problem." he said.

"What?" she asked.

"Only while someone's using the bath?" he asked again, a smirk on his face.

"Yes." Lorelai said, still slightly confused as to what he meant.

"There's your problem.” Draco said simply. Lorelai raised an eyebrow at him, and he rolled his eyes, “I'm not using the bath, am I?" he asked sarcastically, his smirk now a full fledged smile. Lorelai scowled at him.

"Well then, see you at Breakfast tomorrow." she said sternly, and turned towards the door to leave.

Draco dropped his sweater on the floor, dashed into the pocket of his school robes, and jogged quickly towards the portrait hole, his wand out. "Claudere Luxus!" he said, his wand outstretched in front of him, and a burst of dark grey light shot out of his wand, hitting the back of the portrait, just before Lorelai reached it. She stood in front of the portrait hole, waiting for it to swing open, but it didn't.

Lorelai turned back to look at Draco, a snarl on her face, and a knowing smirk on his.

"You know you can't use Dark Magic in the school." Lorelai said. "There are sensors.”

"That wasn't Dark Magic, just uncommon magic." Draco said, and was stepping closer to her. Lorelai walked back towards him slightly, trying not to look at his bare chest. He was lean and lanky, but not underweight. She had pondered when they were younger what he might have looked like with his shirt off, and it was better than she had imagined. She was fighting with her own eyes, making them keep looking at his face. This was a horrible situation for her to be stuck in right then, because she would have loved to respond to his teasing. She distracted herself, however, when she saw a black mark on his forearm.

He was standing in front of her now, only a few inches away, and she expected more of his teasing, more of his prodding, but it didn’t come; he must have seen what she was looking at. She reached out and grabbed his wand arm forearm, looking at his Dark Mark. They were both quiet for a while, but Lorelai ran her thumb over it, feeling the heat radiate off it immediately, halfway through running her thumb over it.

He jerked his arm away immediately, "Don't do that." she expected his voice to be harsher when he said that, but it wasn't. Lorelai dropped his arm, and was no longer touching him. They were quiet for a few seconds in awkward silence. They didn’t look at each other, but rather, the floor. Lorelai was slightly concerned that he might be thinking about that horrible night, but couldn’t think about it hard enough to keep herself distracted from how little space their was between the two of them. Especially since Draco was shirtless.

Draco reached up, a menacing smirk back on his face, and grabbed the top button of her pajama shirt, easily pushing it out of its hole. "So, are you going to take off those pajamas or not?" he asked.

Lorelai looked up at him, tired of his joking and his teasing. She felt like something had snapped in the back of her mind, and knew exactly what she wanted to do. Her hormones were rushing, and she could feel her body temperature go up. Every inch of her was shaking, and she fought back a craving smile. She caught his grey eyes and grabbed him by the shoulders, shoving him into the wall. He at first was surprised of course, but seemed pleasantly so.

"You know, this is getting real old Malfoy." she said, her face very close to his, though he was an inch or two taller than she was. Her voice was low and raspy from all the night's laughing and squealing in excitement, and he found it even more attractive than it usually was.

"All I get are hollow threats-" she said, bringing her leg up, so that their groins were pressed together, "and empty promises-" she slid one hand up his long neck, her long fingers sliding around to the back of it, "because while you'd like to think you're a sexual aggressor-" as she was speaking, she slid her other hand down his chest to rest on his side, her thumb brushing his nipple, which to his great surprise, he found he liked intensely. But she paused after her last words, her head going down near his shoulders, and she ran her tongue up his neck, to just under his ear. He found himself fumbling for a breath.

Her lips were brushing up against his ear, and her words were barely audible.

"-you're - really-" her hand left his chest, "- scared." she said, and he felt her unzipping his pants, and very quickly, her hand plunged into them, grabbing him firmly.

Draco gasped in surprise, both physically and mentally, and Lorelai looked up at him with a smirk, pulling him completely out of his pants while her hand began to move back and forth.

He put his hands on her, one on the thigh that was bent up, though it was no longer pressing up against him, and the other on the small of her back, underneath her oversized pajama shirt.

His head was leaned back against the wall as his breath quickened, and her hand was still on his neck. He stifled a low moan, but Lorelai smiled, and leaned forward, kissing him along is jaw line. He leaned his head forward, burying it in the nape of her neck and grabbing a fist full of her pajama pants.

Lorelai slid her free hand into his damp hair as he was leaning forward, breathing heavily through his mouth onto her shoulder. Draco brought his hand up, sliding it over her shoulder, into the wide neck of her pajama shirt, popping a few of the buttons open as his hand went farther down her back. His legs were shaking, and he was trying his hardest to not let his knees buckle.

He closed his eyes, and threw his head back, resting it against the wall, his hand inside the neck of her shirt sliding down her arm, pulling the shirt off her shoulder, nearly exposing her breast.

Lorelai smirked, letting go of him as soon as he had finished, and backed away quickly, his hands coming off her. He opened his eyes and looked at her in surprise, but she picked up his wand from the floor, where he had dropped it when she grabbed him around the shoulders and shoved him into the wall. She took the spell off the portrait hole, turned and raised an eyebrow at him, smirking, and tossed his wand to him, stepping out of the portrait hole.

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