"Candlewood."  Vega bolted upright from the grass.  The wolf was gone.  She looked around wildly to see where the voice had come from and felt her chest squeeze when she saw Draco standing in the moonlight with his hands in his pockets.  

"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her head.

"Almost midnight.  If Filch catches you out, he'll throw you in detention."  Vega groaned and stood up, dusting off the blades of grass that clung to her pants.  

She gathered the books that had fallen from her bag and slung it back over her shoulder.  "Duly noted," she mumbled.

"Blaise is a fool," he called to her.  His words made her stop.  

"So is every other Slytherin in this hellhole," she said evenly.  When he didn't reply with something witty or cruel, she glanced back at him.  He was still standing with his hands in his pockets and staring at the ground.  Part of her wanted to say something comforting to him, while the other part just wanted to be farther away.  

"Sometimes it just slips out," he whispered to the grass.  Her brows knit together and he looked up at her.  "I've spent my whole life being groomed to bite my thumb at the muggle born.  Sometimes it just slips out, and I don't mean it to."

She scoffed at his poor attempt at an apology.  "If you didn't mean to, you would have stopped saying it after the first time.  You know damn well how offensive that word is, you've seen how I've reacted, but you just don't care.  You're just like the rest of your family.  A bunch of foul-"  

She barely had time to suck in a breath before he rushed her.  He gripped her shoulders and forced her to look up at him.  "And what do you think I feel!  I met you on the train and thought that there was finally someone I could talk to that didn't know my past.  Finally someone who wouldn't look at me like I was some sort of villain.  Like I was just like my father."  He shook her roughly, losing himself in his speech.  "And then you had to go an open that pretty little mouth of yours and put me down like the others.  Because my name is Malfoy.  Because I was forced into something I didn't want to be a part of by my own parents!"

"Draco stop!" Vega pushed his chest hard and he stumbled back, letting her go.  He was breathing heavy, his blond hair shiny white under the moon as his silvery eyes danced over her face.  She rubbed her shoulders where he had held her and shivered.

"Did I...did I hurt you again?" he asked in a tiny voice.  He was staring at her hands where they massaged her aching shoulders.  He fell to his knees and covered his face with his hands.  It took her a moment to realize he was crying softly, almost muted.

Vega looked around, hoping no one would catch them out so late with all the noise he was making.  "Draco?" She took a step towards him and tentatively reached out to touch one of his trembling hands.  She knelt down in front of him and pulled one hand away from his face.  His cheeks glistened with tears.  "I'm sorry for what I said...on the train," she apologized.

He wiped his tears with his suit and sat back with his arms resting over his knees.  "I don't want to be this person," he whimpered.  "I've done so much, seen so much.  I can still hear her screaming when I walk through my home."

"Who?" Vega asked quietly.

"Granger.  My aunt carved mudblood into her arm, and she...she screamed so loud.  I can't get it out of my head."  He pounded his fists against his temples as a fresh wave of tears poured from his eyes.  "I watched my teacher die.  I helped the Death Eaters into the castle and...and Fenrir...he ate them.  He actually ate a pair of first years.  It's all my fault," he sobbed.  Vega pulled him into her chest and let him cry it out, as the wolf had done for her since the start of term.

"We don't choose our parents," she whispered into his hair.  As if he'd been bitten, Draco pulled away from her and sniffed once.  Clearing his throat he stood up, leaving her kneeling on the grass, and tried to make himself seem as though he hadn't just been crying to her.

"We need to get back to the castle before Filch finishes up on the fourth floor."

Vega felt a bit embarrassed at the abrupt shift in his mood, feeling foolish for trying to comfort him.  She went to stand and stopped when she saw him offer her his hand.  He was staring at her with glassy eyes, red from crying.  She placed her hand within his and felt the coldness of his ring against her skin.  "Thanks," she muttered as he pulled her up.

"I know a way in where we won't be seen." He lead her around to a broken section of the wall and waved his hand over it.  The stones shifted around and made an archway for them to duck under.

"Where does this lead?" she asked in a whisper, afraid to be heard.

"It opens back up on the fourth floor.  We can move to the fifth from there if we're quiet."

She followed him up the unused steps, flinching at every cobweb that touched her hands.  Draco was telling the truth.  She recognized the corridor they had entered and was relieved that it was void of Filch.  "Now what?" she mouthed the words.

"This way," he said and tugged her cloak hood to the right.  They ascended the stairs and she felt her heart drop when she saw her entrance.  "Where is the entrance to Ravenclaw?" he checked.

Vega sighed and pointed to where Filch was standing on a step ladder, dusting picture frames.  "There, behind the eagle knocker."  He had moved to polish it, blocking her way in.

Draco seemed to be having an inner monologue with himself before pulling her back around the corner and looking into her eyes.  "You can stay in my dorm tonight.  Only if you want to," he clarified.  She chewed on her lower lip, weighing her options.

After careful thought, she bowed her head in defeat.  "Yeah, okay," she said reluctantly.

He grasped her hand in his and pulled her down the corridor and up a few flights of stairs before stopping in front of a large tapestry of the Hogwarts crest.  "Hobbit," he said with a sheepish smile.

Vega didn't think she heard him right, but the tapestry stiffened and formed a door that swung open at his word.  "Hobbit?" she queried with a raised ebony brow.

He didn't reply, only whisked her inside before anyone could see.  The Head Boy dormitory was different than the common rooms she'd seen.  There was a private little kitchen area with a cast iron kettle and a canister of tea beside it.  A single sofa was placed in front of a roaring fire that illuminated the room in a soft, warm glow.  "You can have my bed," he informed her and opened one of the two black doors.  

His room was dark.  A rich green wallpaper was plastered over the walls.  His bed was covered in onxy and emerald blankets and pillows with the Slytherin sigil adorning the comforter.  It was nothing like the bright blues in Ravenclaw.  She felt a shiver coming on and wound her arms around herself.  She was still dressed in a thin blue top and her black skirt that she had worn for classes, but now it seemed silly inside of his cold room in the autumn.  He seemed to notice her behavior and flicked his wand at his own fire place, lighting the seasoned wood in the hearth and instantly warming her face with bright green flames that crackled and sparked.  

"You can borrow some of my clothes if you like," he offered.

"Thank you, Draco," she said sincerely.

"Here," he ignored her gratitude and pulled out a pair of silky green pajamas from his oak dresser.  "They may be a bit big on you, but it's loads warmer than what you're wearing now."

She took the clothes and looked around for a place to change.  "Do you have a bathroom I can change in?"

"Out here," he nodded.  Draco opened the bedroom door and pointed to the other black door next to the fireplace.  

She ducked under his arm and scurried out.  The bathroom was much the same as the others.  Though, as Head Boy, he seemed privileged to a bit more.  He had a standing shower with glass doors that slid open, as well as a large oval shaped tub, and dual sinks.

She stripped down quickly, eager to get on something warmer, and clipped her hair up to keep it off her back.  When she walked out, Draco was fluffing the pillows on the little loveseat and unfolding a blanket for himself.  "I can sleep on the couch," said Vega quietly.

He glanced up at her and shook his head.  "No," he decided for her, "I'll take the couch.  My bed is much more comfortable."

She laughed nervously.  "It's more my size," she said, gesturing to her petite form.  "You won't fit on that thing, anyways."  She moved forward and snatched the blanket from his hands.  "I insist."

Draco seemed taken aback by her, but he pulled at the blanket and jerked her forward with it.  "I'm the Head Boy.  You don't get to argue with me," he teased.

"I thought that's what we've been doing this whole time?" She laughed and stumbled when he tried to rip the blanket back again.  She tripped over the oversized pajamas and fell forward, knocking him back onto the couch as she collapsed on top of him.  They both didn't move at first.  They just stayed put, staring wide eyed at one another.  "I, uh-" 

Draco pulled her face down, too quick for her to comprehend, and smashed his lips against hers.  For a moment, she was startled by the action, but she felt herself melt into his touch.  His pink lips moved expertly against hers as he sat up straighter, pulling her into a straddle over his lap.  She kissed him back with just as much intensity.

His tongue licked over her bottom lip, begging for entrance, and she gladly obliged and parted her lips for him.  His tongue swept inside, exploring her mouth with a sense of urgency and unabashed need.  He bit down on her lip gently and elicited a soft moan of approval from her.  The sound seemed to drive him wild as his hands roamed up and down her back.  She could feel his excitement growing and pressing against her core the longer they kissed.  He pulled back, both of them breathless.

She touched her fingers to her lips.  "I didn't mean to do that," he whispered.  His words stung a bit.

"You didn't want to kiss me?" 

"No!  Not that!  I just..." he trailed off and looked everywhere but at her.  "Did you want to kiss me?"

Vega rolled off his lap and sat on the couch.  "If I didn't want to kiss you, I wouldn't have."  Silence flowed in endless waves between the two before she sighed and stood up.  "It's late.  If you're sure you don't want to have the bed..." he shook his head.  "Right," she pursed her lips and went back to his bedroom.

His sheets smelled like his cologne and she found herself unable to keep from burying her nose in his pillow.  She rolled over under the blankets and sighed softly to herself at the turn of events.  The fire cast shadows over the walls, entertaining her mind while she fought to calm herself into sleep.  Long minutes passed by, and her eyes still refused to close.

Her breathing picked up as a sliver strip of light began to stream through the room as the door slowly opened.  She could see the shadow of Draco against the wall she faced, but she didn't make a sound.

"I changed my mind," he announced, "I want the bed."

She felt her spirit drop at his words and sat up, turning around to look at him.  "It's your room," she muttered.  When she draped her legs over the side of the bed and went to stand, he put a hand on her chest over her rapidly beating heart.  "What are you-"

Her words caught in her throat as he pulled his suit jacket off and let it fall to the floor.  She gulped, watching him unbutton his shirt and loosen the tie around his neck.  Her breath hitched as they fell off in a heap at his feet and she could make out distinct scars over his abs and arms.  The dark mark was easily visible on his left arm, but she could see the tell tale signs of burns framing it, undoubtedly from his attempts to rid himself of it.  

She couldn't move as he reached out and began to lift his silky top off her body.  Vega let him undress her, keeping her bra and knickers in place.  She didn't dare speak or ruin the moment.  Draco knelt down in front of her, as he had by the lake, and traced his lips down her naval and across the hem of her bottoms.  She felt her eyes flutter closed when his teeth grazed her thigh, and a shudder wracked through her body.  

He brought up his pale fingers and she shivered at the contact of his ring between her legs.  He rubbed small circles over the thin layer of cotton.  Vega moaned at the contact, lolling her head back.

Draco let out a low growl and stood up, pressing her back down on the bed.  His steel eyes pierced hers, silently bidding her to stay quiet, as he pulled down the fabric and exposed her glistening sex to him.  He smirked before burying his face between her legs and lapping at the wetness he had caused.  

His tongue moved in such a way that she felt she wouldn't be able to hold in her climax.  As if sensing this dilemma, Draco hummed against her, driving her wild.  "Not yet," he groaned into her flesh.

She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming as he slipped a finger inside of her, curling it up to hit that sensitive spot deep within her, working it in and out as his tongue flicked and licked.  "Draco," she moaned.

"Hmm?" He didn't lift his head.

"I'm going to...to..."

"Cum for me," he growled and reveled in her screams as she shuddered through her orgasm.  He greedily licked it up, cleaning up every bit of her cum.  He sat up and unbuckled his belt, tossing it to the floor.

Vega was still trying to catch her breath when he grabbed her legs and pulled her down harshly to lay beneath him.  She gasped when his lips made contact with her neck, suckling and biting as he went.  "Draco," she mewled, "I want you."  

His pants were still on, and he pulled back to look into her eyes.  They flitted between her orbs, mutely asking for permission.  She put her hand to his cheek and his eyes shut briefly, leaning into her touch and smiling to himself.  He bent down and kissed her hard, letting her taste herself on his tongue and driving her crazy with need.  "Please," she said sitting up and fumbling with his zipper.

He let her undo his pants and lifted his hips to slide them off.  Her eyes glazed over with lust as his erection sprang out.  "O-oh," she stammered at the size.  She felt her insides clench at the thought of his cock stretching her out. 

Draco smirked at her reaction and pumped his hand over his shaft a few times.  "I'll be gentle," he promised, kissing her one more time before positioning himself at her entrance.  He ripped her bra off and bit down on one budding nipple as she hissed in pleasure.

She settled back into the pillows as he teased her opening with his tip.  "You're so wet," he commented more to himself, but she moaned at his praise.  Her breath caught in her throat when he pushed in, not stopping until he was buried all the way inside of her.  

Vega hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down to nip at his lip as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth.  She felt so full, so deliciously filled by him.  Her moans morphed into pants as he picked up the pace.  He pulled away from her kiss and let his hand slide down the side of her face.  She bit her lips, eyes fluttering closed, as his hand lowered to her neck.  It was light pressure at first, but as his thrusts grew, so did the pressure.  

Her eyes squeezed shut as a fire began to brew in her belly again.  Draco slammed into her, making the bed rock into the green wall behind them.  His steely eyes were wild with lust as his grip tightened around her throat.  His freehand collected her wrists and pinned them above her head as he pounded into her.

"Dr-a-co," she gasped.  He didn't relent.  His pace only quickened, growing rougher as he neared his end.  She closed her eyes tightly.

Draco bent his head down next to her ear, stopping for only a moment.  "No," he growled out.  "I want to see your eyes.  Open them!" 

The command made her eyes fling open as a new wave of pleasure washed over her at his dominance.  She looked up at him with hooded eyes, fighting to keep them open.  He didn't break eye contact, watching her expressions dance over her face as he went back to thrusting in and out of her.  Her thighs were slick with the remnants of her orgasm and she could feel another one about to catch fire.  She lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and he moaned at the new angle he was hitting.  "Fuck," he grunted, slamming harder.

His hand at her throat retracted and he released her wrists.  He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him, driving deeper into her core.  "Not yet," he grunted between thrusts when he saw that carnal look return to her green orbs.  "I want you to cum with me," he moaned.

Vega panted and felt his moves growing sloppy the closer he got to his climax.  With one quick movement, she flipped him onto his back and straddled him.  His head hit the pillows and he gazed up in shock at her.  Vega pulled the clip from her hair, letting her raven curls cascade down to her breasts and shook them out.  For a moment, she thought he was going to roll her back over, but he only watched her curiously with hooded eyes.

"Let me make you feel good," she whispered into his ear and felt his cock twitch against her thigh.  She rolled her hips back and let herself become consumed with his member once more.  His eyes rolled back in his head as she bounced up and down, swaying in a circle and earning moans of pleasure from him.  She felt the fire growing until she couldn't handle it anymore.  He held her thighs and lifted her up slightly before driving himself into her at a break-necking pace.  She screamed in ecstasy as they rode out their highs together.

Draco groaned, filling her with his cum before pulling her down on top of him in a sweaty heap.  They both stayed there, lying atop one another, catching their breaths.  "Vega?" 

He hadn't used her name in some time, but she liked it.  "Yes?" she breathed into his chest.

"I want to share the bed tonight." She laughed and rolled off him as he pulled her into his arms.