The largest constellation of the zodiac, one of the figures Virgo is often associated with is the spring goddess Persephone, who had married Hades, god of the Underworld. It also symbolises purity and virginity by association with the Blessed Virgin Mary.

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"They're so wrong about you, Malfoy," she whispered into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Draco," he told her. "Call me Draco." 

She hugged him tighter. They stayed like this for a while, savouring each other. She tried to put a stopper to the thoughts that threatened to invade her mind. Tonight is meant for him, she scolded herself. He had gone through all this trouble to make everything perfect. She wasn't going to ruin it.

"I'm sorry about Cedric," he blurted suddenly. A moment of silence passed as they suddenly remembered what happened earlier. 

"We're here now," said Angel eventually, and tilted her head up to meet his lips. Surprised, he accepted greedily. Their mouths opened under each other, passionate and hungry. The way she ran her hands over his chest drove him mad with eagerness as he held her even closer.

They stumbled, bumping into the globes and telescopes. In the darkness, he found the wall and backed her up against it, skimming his hands over her dress.

"The things you do to me, Angel Dawson." His voice reverberated against her skin, low and dripping with desire. He wanted her. Needed her. Life streamed into him like water from desert rocks. He was a dying sapling, and she was sunlight and rain.

"Draco," she broke away panting. "It's late. Hannah and Susan-"

"Come back with me tonight."

"What, to the dorms? With dozens of Slytherin students?"

"You really think my parents pay the school that much to have me sleep with commoners?" he retorted.

"I don't know, I-" Before she could finish, he had grabbed her wrist and was already leading her down the staircase. "Wait, what about the table and the-" she stopped herself, deciding to surrender to the thrill.

The cold wind whistled around them as they ran across the grounds. Her hand was gripped tightly in his, and she looked at his running figure in front of her, his blond hair shining silver in the moonlight. 

The castle was deathly quiet and they tried to stifle their exhilarated laughing. They had gone down five flights of stairs when she hesitated at the pitch black below. "I've never been to the dungeons before."

"Scared?" he smirked at her.

"Of course not." Feigning confidence, she brushed past him and started down the stairs.

The air grew damp and heavy, the only sounds from their laboured breathing. He led her down the stretch of long corridor before stopping at a seemingly random spot. "Pureblood," he said to the wall.

With a low rumbling, the bricks magically slid open, revealing the dimly-lit room. "Watch your head," he mumbled as they stepped in.

The Slytherin common room was darker and more dreary than she was used to; worlds from Gryffindor's, or even Ravenclaw's, but she could see why students might have felt comfortable here.

The shimmering reflections from the Black Lake were strangely peaceful, and the fire that crackled in the furnace provided the same warmth as any other.

She started towards the flight of stairs on the right, but he pulled her away. "Not there."

He led her up another staircase on the opposite side, revealing an entire floor of single rooms. The heavy mahogany of each door was adorned with intricate silver furnishings, and the atmosphere was sullen and intimidating.

Coming to the fifth door, he uttered a single word. "Orion." With a heavy creak, the door opened and they stepped in.

"So you were paying attention to me after all," she began to giggle before stopping short in surprise.

The interior of the opulent room was completely designed in smooth stone and polished wood. In the corner was a private bathroom, and against the far war, a single bed, completely outfitted in black silk sheets and a canopy.

Murky light filtered in through the window, still brighter than that in the common room. Draco's Quidditch broomstick leaned on a full closet, new and was fairly untouched - evidence of too many missed practices.

"You could fit five Erumpents in here!" Angel exclaimed, running her fingers along walls. She stopped at a large glass shelf, examining the contents on display. The first row was lined with heavy silver books, though she couldn't quite make out what the titles were. But what caught her eye was the middle rung, upon which a row of silver miniature creatures perched, their mouths open mid-cry.

"These are beautiful!" she breathed. "Unicorn... Chimaera... Phoenix... Norwegian Ridgeback... A Hippogriff? I thought you hated them!" She chuckled, petting the figurines carefully. 

He came up behind her as she spoke, so tantalisingly close. He pushed her hair aside, the air feeling cold on her exposed skin.

"I've seen these in Diagon Alley! I've always wanted one but they're so expensive. I can't believe you have... the whole... collection..." she trailed off as Draco kissed her shoulder softly. He dragged his lips up her neck and into her hair, his breath warm and feather-light.

Her scent was intoxicating as he nipped her skin, desiring more. She turned around, her lips immediately finding his. He pulled her body towards him, perhaps a little forcefully, but she did not mind.

Their kisses became more urgent as he shook off his jacket. Her hands worked quickly to undo the buttons on his shirt and he shrugged it off his shoulders in one swift motion.

His pale body glowed almost white in the little light, lithe with muscles. His hands found the small hidden zipper on the back of her dress, and within seconds, it lay in a heap around her feet.

She barely managed to get a good look at him before he swooped her up onto his bed. The sheets were cool against her back, and he leaned in, hovering over her. Now, with measured movements, he undid the front clasp of her bra.

Silver eyes took all of her in, and he lowered himself to kiss her yet again. "You're so beautiful," he murmured into the crook of her neck, causing another bout of goosebumps to erupt along her arms.

His hands ran over her bare body, feeling every mound and dip, the cold rings making her tremble. She fumbled for his belt and pulled his pants down.

He sucked on her neck, leaving marks as she lifted her head and bit her lip. His fingers wandered down and found the soft flesh between her legs, earning a moan from her. She slid his underwear down, letting the knuckles of her thumbs run against his thigh muscles before feeling for him.

Desire crashed through him like tidal waves, and he bit down a groan. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust into her.

She held on to him, whimpering softly. He tried to go slowly at first, but the sounds she was making pushed him over the edge, and he quickened the pace.

He grabbed her neck, feeling his rings dig into the tender skin. The Dark Mark seemed to grin at him as he choked her. It felt wrong. Without missing a beat, he quickly switched hands.

"Why do you have to be so goddamn fucking beautiful?" he grunted, careful not to apply too much pressure as he held her down by the throat.

She only answered by lifting her eyes to his, holding his gaze silently. This bold move only made him buck harder.

Just as he began to feel a knot build up inside him, she knocked his hand away with her elbow. With surprising force, she pulled his arm downwards in one smooth motion, flipping him around so that she was now on top of him.

"Wha- where'd you learn to do that?" he sputtered in shock.

She pinned his hands down strongly above his head. "I can be rough if I want to, you know?" Her breath was hot against his ear. Nuzzling his neck, she lowered back down onto him, smiling cheekily as she began to gyrate her hips against him.

The motion sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and he squeezed their interlocked fingers. Then, she slowed and loosened her hold, her movements becoming tender and loving.

He sat up and held her body as she straddled him. Their foreheads touched, her lashes tickling his cheeks. "I love you," she whispered, so softly he almost did not hear it.

Her fingers found his white blond hair, and she brought his head to rest on her collarbone. Her hips worked, lifting and lowering on him. He kissed her chest, her neck, her shoulders, anywhere he could reach.

Sparks flew from wherever their skin came into contact, and feeling connected like this was exciting, wondrous, and comforting all at the same time.

He was glass, and she saw right through him. He wanted her to.

And as he loved her, there was a warmth within him. It was powerful and impassioned, yet gentle and forbearing. He could not quite explain or understand it.

He turned her over, gently laying her back down on the bed. She closed her eyes as he tenderly kissed her forehead and nose, soft as dewdrops; before planting the last one on her lips.

An emotion overcame him suddenly. Love, passion, guilt, sorrow - he wasn't sure which. He sped up without warning. Her eyes flew open in surprise and she gasped in ecstasy. He slammed into her with wild abandon until he saw stars.

Her back arched off the bed. "D-Draco..." She wanted to say something else, but the pleasure was overwhelming. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream before finally crying out.

He felt her nails in his back, but he didn't stop. He rode her convulsions until he finished just a few seconds later against her still-squirming body.

They peeled away from each other. Their chests heaved, lips stinging from the heavy kisses.

A minute passed before she turned around to face him. He was already looking at her.

"I should be getting back," she said, sitting up. "Hannah and Susan might be getting worried."

"Wait..." He grabbed her arm. She knew what he was asking. But there were lessons tomorrow. Someone would see her. What would her friends think? What time was it?

His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, shining with a new vigour. She regarded him for a moment before finally consenting with a nod.