Lust

She stood in the doorway of the Head Boy's dormitory. It was shrouded in green, black, and silver. Her eyes found him lounging on his bed, reading. His blonde hair was unusually messy; his bare, firm, shapely chest and torso glistened in the fire's light. His black silk pajama pants made him irresistible.

"Yes, can I help you, Weasley?" She was unaware that she had been staring for so long, but she agreed to herself that she liked what she saw.

"Umm...oh yeah, Professor McGonagall wanted me to give this to you." She held out a roll of parchment that had been sealed with a spell. Draco sat up on his bed; he couldn't help but to notice this girl, that he had known and loathed for years, had grown up nicely. Her flowing red hair reached down past her shapely breast. Her jeans accentuated her beautifully defined curves She was hot.

He was confused. His brain was screaming at him: She is a Weasley, you are a Malfoy! Get her out of your room, and out of your head! His loins had a different opinion of the situation.

Draco stood up and walked over toward the door where she stood, leaning against the doorpost, shifting from one hip to the other, holding the note. He had to find some way to keep her here; he had to have her.

He stood so close to her, slipping the parchment from her fingers. She could smell his clean body, and fresh aftershave; it made breathing difficult to accomplish. Her heart pounded in her ears; her stomach knotted.

"Did she say what this was about?" He knew the answer was no. His words were no more than a whisper. His warm breath caressed her neck, making her body yearn for more. His stormy gray eyes were full of lust, not hate. She looked down, away from his face, examining his the details of his body more closely. Running a solitary finger slowly down the middle of his stomach, from pecks to his waistband, she replied breathlessly: "No..... She...didn't...say."

He touched her hair, sweeping it from her face and tucking it behind her ear. His touch was soft and warm. He slid his hand from her cheek to her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his. He could have drowned in the excitement in her eyes. He leaned forward. They were so close, so intense, so intimate. All the years of hate had dissolved. She filled in the last millimeter left between them. Their lips met. Bodies of stars explode in the far off galaxy, reflecting the emotion within them. Draco instantly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

Their passion soared. He broke the kiss, only to taste her soft neck. She moaned at this pleasure; a pleasure that had never existed with other guys- it came straight from lust.

Her hand ran down his bare muscular back, her fingernails digging into his skin. He couldn't take it anymore; he had to have her. With an ass cheek in each hand, he effortlessly lifted her up and carried her to his bed, never breaking the kiss. He laid her carefully on the bed, taking in all that she was- and she was marvelous.

He has had many girls before her- wild, quick and rough. But he wanted her to be different- this was not to be rushed.

They stayed entangled in each other all night. When morning came, so did the awkward silence. They dressed, not daring to look at one another. As she opened the door to leave, she stopped to look at him.
"You know this can never happen again."

He nodded. She left. He knew it would not be the last time they would be together. She tells him that every other night before she goes, but she always comes back.