I Need Your Touch

Chapter 15

                The five days and nights leading up to New Year’s Eve were awkward ones for Draco and Elizabeth. Other than working on her spells and helping her with potions he and Elizabeth never really talked. In fact she seemed almost shy to him, which made Draco feel self-conscious. He was afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing. Only at night did everything fall into its right place as Elizabeth would snuggle up to him in sleep. But even that was becoming a nerve wracking trial for Draco. Because the feeling of her soft curvy body pressed up against him was almost more than he could stand. He always awoke in the night, her hands on him somewhere and his own would be on hers. He would quickly pull his hands back and he would have taken several cold showers if he wasn’t afraid of waking her up.

                Draco was seriously contemplating other sleeping arrangements because if this torture continued he would not be able to stop himself from making love to Elizabeth. It was hard to tell for Draco whether Elizabeth was getting better because she had become so shy with him. Well, it was New Year’s Eve and he had made plans for them both. Tonight he would try his best to figure out how Elizabeth was feeling.

                Elizabeth was getting dressed and fixing her make-up and hair in the bathroom. Draco had already gotten out of the shower and walked out, wrapped in a single white towel that left little to the imagination, his hair damp and wild. It made Elizabeth want to melt. Tonight was the night for her. she had decided that she had to be with Draco again, but if he refused her or blew her off like he had been she didn’t know if she could take the pain.

                Elizabeth slipped on the dark, midnight blue dress with the low cut bodice. She had decided not to wear anything under it. It was silky and shimmery and hugged her curves to perfection. Draco was right, it fit her perfectly. Next were the heels, which were a silver color that matched the sparkling earrings he’d given her that she had a strange suspicion were real diamonds. After her make-up was applied with care she swept her hair up in a side sweep arrange it in an elegant bun, leaving pieces of her hair hanging loosely around her face. Once satisfied she headed out of the bathroom.

                Elizabeth’s jaw dropped when she saw Draco. He was sitting in the soft arm chair waiting on her patiently. He looked absolutely gorgeous in his dark suit and tie. Sure he always looked good to her, but he always dressed casually with her in sweaters, plaids and t-shirts, jeans and slacks. This was the first time she had seen him in a suit all dressed up since that first night they had made love when he came to her play on her birthday. Elizabeth smiled at him shyly, the look on his face one of awe as she came into the room.

                Draco could not believe his eyes. Elizabeth was so lovely and sexy, and the shy smile she gave him as she walked in the room only added to her allure. He could feel his body responding as he stood up and went to meet her half-way across the room, “You are so lovely,” Draco said, his voice kind of husky. The dress and accessories had been perfect like he knew they would.

                “And you are the best looking man I have ever seen,” Elizabeth responded shyly, touching the silk shirt on his chest and smoothing it.

                “I don’t know if I should take you out tonight,” Draco joked, “I might have to fight off quite a few men to take you back home tonight.”

                ‘Home,’ Elizabeth thought. He had said the word and for some reason it felt like home. Even though they were only staying in a suite at the Leaky Cauldron, it didn’t matter. Wherever Draco was felt like home to her.

                “Are you ready?” Draco asked, slipping Elizabeth’s black wool coat on her.

                “Where are we going?” she asked curious.

                “It’s a surprise.” Draco led her out of the Leaky Cauldron and into the streets. They walked to another street where they were met by a limo. “Your chariot, my lady,” Draco opened the door for her, helping her inside.

                The limo was amazing. When they both sat down comfortably beside each other, suddenly two glasses of champagne appeared on a tray out of nowhere. Elizabeth sipped it slowly. “It shouldn’t take us long until we get there.

                Draco and Elizabeth had finished the champagne when they finally arrived at their destination. Elizabeth looked on in amazement as she got out of the limo. It was a huge stone castle with hundreds of turrets. It was all lit up with fairy lights which cast a magical glow on the snow covered grounds. “It is beautiful,” Elizabeth gasped out in awe.

                “Come, my lady,” Draco took her arm. When they went in through the huge double doors that opened for them automatically Elizabeth was again amazed. It was like stepping back in time. A footman met them at the foyer and took their coats. Then a servant met them and asked them to follow him. He led them through the magnificent castle, pasts several suits of armor and old furniture into a huge dining room filled with people. It was lovely, with crystal chandeliers hanging all around and each table lit by candle light. They were taken to a private table near a window and Draco pulled her chair out for her before the servant could. Elizabeth could see the snow falling out the window and the full moon lit up the night and she could see what looked to be a lake shining in the distance.

                “Do you like it?” Draco asked; a smile on his handsome face. He could see the looks of wonder and awe on her face.

                “It is breathtaking,” Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes shining, “Where are we?”

                “Scotland.”

                “What?” Elizabeth was shocked, “but how?”

                “Magic, my dear,” he took her hand in his, “That limo is a very special limo. It can get you anywhere on the Isle in no time. Are you okay with spending New Year’s here? I even got us a room for the night or longer if you like.”

                Elizabeth’s beautiful ocean colored eyes looked into his own blue-grays, he could see them shining in the candle light, “I would love to stay here,” she said, tightening her hands in his. Her fingers caressing his and she brought them up to her lips and kissed his open palm, “You truly are my prince charming.” Draco blushed slightly at her words. No one had ever called him that. Prince Snake of Slytherin, maybe, but never prince charming. He could get used to this.

                They ate dinner as the dishes and champagne appeared on the table magically. After dinner was dancing in the gigantic ballroom filled with people. At first Elizabeth was nervous around so many people, but Draco kept his arm around her waist and never left her side. They danced for a while, some fast songs and then came some slower ones and she was able to press her body to his, breathing in the masculine smell of him and his after-shave. She had made up her mind that tonight they would be together. A few men had tried to come ask her to dance, which made Elizabeth extremely nervous, but one sneering look from Draco and they took off.

                The champagne they were drinking in between dancing was really starting to have its effect on Elizabeth. During a very slow dance, she pressed her body into Draco’s moving sensuously to the music. His hands were on her waist and she let hers go down his body, touching his chest and waist. She wanted to touch him everywhere.  But Draco would always move her hands back to his neck gently. She was getting frustrated. “I think I need some air,” she said roughly.

                Suddenly hers and Draco’s coat appeared and he walked with her out onto a private balcony. The snow had stopped and the world was all white. As they stood at the balcony Draco turned to look at her, “Is something wrong, Elizabeth? Do you want to go back to Diagon Alley?”

                Elizabeth turned and went into his arms for answer, and brought her hands into his hair, pulling him down into a mind blowing kiss that Draco all too easily succumbed to. He could feel his traitor hands moving onto her waist and grabbing her to him, pulling her in tighter against him until his hard member was pressed against her woman’s core. He couldn’t stop the moans that escaped as she ran her hands along his body, going lower. Quickly he came back to himself, grabbing her hand a little too strongly and broke off the kiss, “Elizabeth, we can’t do this?”

                Draco looked into her face and saw a mixture of hurt and anger “Why not?” Draco could see the tears forming in her eyes, “You don’t want me anymore, do you? After what Derek did to me you no longer want to touch me,” she had tears forming in her eyes and she pulled away from him, about to walk away.

                “Never Elizabeth,” he said roughly, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back in his arms, “I want to kill that bastard for what he did to you and he is going to get his,” Draco had a look on his face that Elizabeth had never seen. It was that look on his face that made Elizabeth realize that he had been a death eater once and she could see it. “I want you more than anything right now, but I don’t want to hurt you. You need time to heal,” he said softly, taking her face gently in his hands, his fingers wiping away her tears.

                What she said next made his heart swell, “But I need you Draco. I need you to touch me and love me. It is the only way to erase the horrible memories of what he did to me. I want your hands and body on mine. I want you to love me like only you can,” she was weeping softly, her face in his chest, “Please, Draco, make love to me,” Elizabeth pleaded softly against his shirt, her tears soaking into the black silk.

                That was all Draco needed to hear. She wanted him and needed him. Draco softly captured her face and kissed her. He would have to take it slow even though he wanted so bad to plunge into her right now. He had to make it special and right for Elizabeth. Draco didn’t care who saw them, he carried Elizabeth through the castle and up and up until he came to their room. It was done all in gold and brown, with a huge poster bed in the middle of the room. The fire was blazing in the fireplace and the room was all cozy.

                Draco gently lay Elizabeth down on the soft feather bed. Slowly he leaned over her keeping his weight off of her as he kissed her deeply. Her hands went up and ran through his hair. Elizabeth was trying to pull him down onto her, “Not yet, sweet,” he whispered against her lips. He started kissing her face and then his lips made their way down her neck. He gently began touching her nipples through her dress, realizing she didn’t have on a bra. He pulled the low neck line back to expose one nipple and used his tongue to circle it and then gently suck, causing Elizabeth to let out a sweet little moan. Her body was trying to meet his and he knew she wanted him, but he had to do this right, he could not just plunge into her like a school boy.

                He used his hands to start sliding Elizabeth’s gown off, having unzipped the back. His kisses moved down her stomach causing her to giggle and squirm a little; she was ticklish there. He removed the gown the rest of the way down her body, surprised that she had worn no under clothing, keeping his lips on her hips. Her hands were running through his hair. He removed the heels and all that she had on now where the earrings he’d given her. Elizabeth’s hair had come loose from the bun in the back and was now lying around her like a golden halo. She was gorgeous, like a lovely angel, but that body was as sexy as any he’d ever seen. He could feel himself getting even harder looking at her.

                “It’s your turn,” she said roughly, and surprised Draco. Elizabeth was watching him as he began to remove his clothing. Seeing the desire in her eyes made him remove them quickly.

                Elizabeth watched him remove his clothing in the firelight. When he was done he stood before her proudly, his skin was beautiful in the firelight and she saw how much he wanted her from his very long, proud manhood that stood out proudly. She could feel a few butterflies of fear in her stomach, but this was Draco and she knew he would never hurt her.

                Draco looked at her lovely golden body lying there and could not believe she was his. Not only was she beautiful, but she was the most amazing woman he’d ever known and she made him want to be a better person. She wanted him for who he was on the inside and not his wealth or family name, or what he could do for her.

                Draco went to Elizabeth who had her arms open, waiting on him and when his skin touched hers it was like electricity running through both of them. Elizabeth was touching him all over and Draco couldn’t get enough of the taste of her warm mouth as he kissed her breathless. Slowly he brought his hand down to Elizabeth’s soft wet core and found her ready, “Are you sure, sweetheart?” he whispered against her lips. Elizabeth whimpered back, “Please, Draco, I need you.”  

                Draco slide into Elizabeth very slowly, hearing her whimper and moan he thought he was hurting her, until she wrapped her legs around his waist and begin to thrust upward, pulling him deeper inside him, her hips moving in rhythm and he followed her, both moving together, riding the wave of pleasure that was building. Draco could feel Elizabeth pulsing around him as she was coming close to her release, her nails scratching into his back. He was holding back for her, trying to control his own which could have happened the moment he entered her wet core. But when she finally exploded around him, screaming his name, Draco let go, moaning out Elizabeth’s name as his seed pumped deeply into her womb. They both continued to move slowly, until Draco leaned in, kissing Elizabeth deeply, she kissing him back and wrapping her arms around his neck. She released his lips, her face buried in his neck.

                Draco gently withdrew from Elizabeth and lay sideways beside her on his elbow, looking down on her, wondering what she was thinking. Her eyes were closed and her breathing still heavy from their love making. Draco was worried at first until he saw the peaceful look on her face. She opened her eyes and looked at him deeply, a small smile on her face.

                “Are you okay?” Draco asked, worried. This was the first time they had been together since Derek had abused her.

                “Never better,” Elizabeth smiled and snuggled into Draco. Draco reached down and pulled the covers up over them. “Draco, I need to tell you about what happened that night.”

                “Elizabeth, you don’t have to go there for my sake. I don’t care about any of that as long as you’re okay.”

                “But I have to tell you. I have to get it behind me,” she said in a quiet voice and she began telling him about the night her fiancé attacked her. Elizabeth explained how she had visited Nanny Tess and found out things about her parents. Draco was shocked to learn that her parents were purebloods. They had been Slytherin and if Elizabeth went to Hogwarts she probably would have been in his house, but he was glad she hadn’t because if she had been in Slytherin she probably would not have turned out so wonderful.

                After the visit she had intended to tell Derek their engagement was off, but he had beaten her to her flat. Once inside he confronted her with Draco’s t-shirt which he had found on her bed from the night before. Then he saw the love marks on her neck, which she had forgotten about that morning. That was when he lost it. Draco was trembling slightly with rage as he held Elizabeth, hearing the pain in her voice as she described how the man that she had once loved and intended to marry did the things he had to her. Draco just held her to him, gently rubbing her back, while inside he wanted to kill as she told about the beaten he’d given her and then the rape. He could feel her tears on his chest as she relived it and spoke softly not looking at him.

                Now Draco knew the bastard’s first name and as soon as he got the rest of the information from Elizabeth, Derek was as good as his. He was going to pay for the pain he caused Elizabeth, possibly with his life, because Draco wanted to kill him. It was only a matter of time.

                “Now you see why I thought you didn’t want me anymore,” she said looking up at him with a tear streaked face, “He made me feel so vile and useless. And then when you didn’t want to make love to me I was beginning to believe it was true.”

                “I was just trying to give you time to get over what you had been through. I wanted our first time making love after it to you to be what you wanted,” he said so caring, kissing her lips softly. Elizabeth knew for certain she would never love anyone as much as Draco Malfoy. She would rather die than have a life without him in it.

                Elizabeth rolled over to lie on top of him on her elbows, “Draco, you have healed me in more ways than you know. I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you and I don’t think anything could ever take that away, not even what Derek did. I love you, Draco Malfoy,” she said seriously, looking at him deeply.

                “Oh god, you don’t know how long I have wanted to hear those words. I believe I have loved you from the first moment I grabbed you in my arms, my soaked little angel with no umbrella and no sense of self preservation,” he laughed at her look, kissing the tip of her nose, remembering when he pulled her back from the speeding car, the first moment they met. He looked at her intensely with his beautiful eyes, a mixture of silver, gray and blue, “I love you, Elizabeth Thorne and I always will,” suddenly bells started ringing and chiming loudly and outside the window an explosion of fireworks began to go off, lighting the sky in brilliant colors.

                “I don’t believe it, it’s New Year’s already,” Draco cried out, laughing as Elizabeth quickly scrambled up and jerked a blanket around her and ran to the window. The fireworks exploded over the lake as the New Year came in and they had a perfect view. Draco grabbed a robe, putting it on and joining Elizabeth at the window, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on the top of her hair. Elizabeth turned in his arms, “Happy New Year, my love,” she kissed him softly on the cheek.

                “I know it will be Liza, now that I have you in it,” he kissed her sweetly. Now Draco just had to work on getting his divorce, and his son and his New Year would be perfect, but with Elizabeth by his side he knew he would be alright.

***More to come…and a few possible surprises… A Super long chap, but I hope it was good!!! :D ***