Aster's POV

"C'mon, please" Draco pleads, his hands tracking their way up my torso and towards my bra.

I knew he would love it and he was going to probably lose his mind when he finds out I'm wearing matching underwear.

I was sorting through my trunk this morning before my shower, when I came across my new lingerie set I had purchased just weeks before. Hogsmeade had a small lingerie store, settled in a corner down a street full of clothing boutiques. I had gone with Harper at the time, we both needed new bra's and we decided to treat ourselves to the best of the best. As soon as I saw the delicate see-through black set, I knew I needed it. I had just started hooking up with Draco and I had wanted to wear it for him for weeks now.

After last night, that knock to my head, I needed a release. I needed to feel good.

However, I didn't want to show him the full set in the middle of the school library. I wanted his full attention and I wanted no interruptions, no matter how quiet and secluded he announced this little spot of his to be.

"Maybe I'll show you tonight" I tease, biting his ear softly. His groan reverberates through my bones and goosebumps automatically erupt over my arms.

"Maybe?" he whines.

I laugh at his exasperation.

"I need to check my calendar and see if I'm available" I murmur before pressing my lips to the corner of his lips, tasting fresh toothpaste.

He groans again, throwing his head back in vexation.

I take the opportunity to drag my tongue up his neck, leaving a wet trail from his collarbone to his jugular.

"Please stop" he groans, stomping his foot, causing me to jump from his lap.

I can't help but laugh at his obvious frustration. He was too easy to tease.

He looks back at me, his eyes droopy and lustful. His warm hands cup my jaw and he gazes softly at me.

"You're a menace" he says, a twinkle appearing in his eyes before he latches his lips back to mine.

His kiss deepens and I find myself getting lost as his tongue molds against mine. The heat intensifies and I find my body grinding against his lap, desperate for more. Before my own hands can explore his body he pulls away with a huge grin on his face.

"Please show me tonight?" he asks, rather sweetly.

"Ok" I mumble, the corners of my lips twitching into a smile.

"How's your head?" he asks, his hands making their way to the base of my skull, his fingers thread through the base of my pony tail.

"Its fine, I don't feel a thing"

"Blaise mentioned it was a hard hit" he murmurs, his eyes searching my face with concern.

I frown.

"You talked to Blaise?" I ask.

"I told you yesterday Blaise told me you got hit" he murmurs. His fingers traces the angles of my face gently, his eyes following.

"I just can't picture you talking to Blaise" I mumble, enjoying the feel of his fingers on my skin.

His fingers make his way to my neck and they tickle down to my collarbone.

"Where did you get this scar from?" he murmurs, his fingers tracing a small ragged scar across my left collarbone.

"Harper hexed me in our third year by accident and the scar never fully healed" I tell him, remembering how she cried for a good hour when we realise we couldn't heal it completely.

"Its ugly I know" I wince, watching him eye it carefully.

"Its not ugly, I like it" he says quietly, before leaning down and pressing his lips to it gently.

The gentleness I was beginning to see from him was so unexpected.

His eyes kept following his fingers as he continues running them down my chest and to my cleavage. A small smile flickers across his handsome face and I roll my eyes humorously at his boyish charm.

His hands dip under my knitted jumper and I squeeze my legs against his hips as he dips his fingers under the bra to caress the soft skin.

Then he finds my necklace.

He pulls in out gently and fingers his ring dangling on the end. A small smile appears on his face and I feel my cheeks grow hot.

Who is this boy?

Just a week ago he was telling me to get lost, now he was smiling at his ring dangling from my neck, telling me he liked my scars, kissing me gently, acting concerned. He was almost acting like he cared.

I let my mind drift cautiously down that path. If he actually cared for me, what would that mean? Do I care about him?

I watched as he twirled the ring in his fingers, the necklace chain bouncing on my collarbones. His knuckles were now covered with blue splotches, and his small cuts were scabbing over.

"Why did you hit Montague?" I whisper, still staring at his fingers.

He tucks my necklace back into my jumper before he replies.

"They blamed me for losing the game yesterday and I was kinda pissed off that you didn't show up after the game like we planned and you know what Montague is like, he just had to say something shitty and I hit him" he rambles, his cheeks go slightly pink at the mention of our plan.

"I'm sorry I didn't show" I mutter, looking down at my hands now resting on his shoulders.

"I'm gonna try and find out who hit you. Do you know if they hit you with something or was it magic?" he asks. I look up and find his eyes narrowed and focused.

"Um I don't remember anyone being behind me so maybe it was magic? someone could have hexed me? I don't know why they would though" I explain, my voice trailing into a small whisper as I think to myself.

"If Parkinson found out about us it could have been her" Draco says through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched.

"I think she would have made a more public way of exposing us don't you?"

"Mhmm" he mumbles, his eyes focusing on his hands now wrapped around my hips. He starts to rub his thumb against my hip bone over my jeans and I look down at the small gesture.

"They could have stunned you" he mumbles, his thumb drawing wider circles.

His jaw remains clenched as he broods.

I cup his face with my hands and force him to look at me.

He eyes go wide and his fingers stop on my hips as if I've broken him from some sort of trance.

"Don't worry about me, I can look after myself" I tell him, giving him a smile.

His eyes narrow.

"Um I'm not worried..." He sputters, he bites his lip as he tries to explain himself.

I roll my eyes at him and laugh. He still wasn't ready to take this relationship to the next step. Maybe he never would. He could learn to trust me but I couldn't make him think about me seriously. I had no idea if I wanted to be serious with him. It wasn't like we could walk about the castle hand in hand.

Luckily, I was brought up by a mother that did not like taking life seriously. My mother was a dark haired beauty that took each day as it came. My father was the planner, the one that brought my mum back to reality. For now, I had to take Draco day by day.

I mean it had only been like 6 weeks since we first kissed.

I thought back to the day we kissed. In Hogsmeade.

"Can you believe that you were the one to kiss me first?" I blurt out, my thoughts escaping my head before I could catch them.

I feel him tense underneath me and my heart starts to pound in my chest after I realise what I just did.

He looks up at me, his eyes wide but full of mischief and I instantly relax.

"You came onto me if I remember correctly" he retorts, a smirk growing on his lips.

"Nooooo, I was minding my own business when you came along and decided to kiss me!"

His eyes squint and humour flickers in his soft features.

"You literally cornered me" he states.

I think back to the day. I remember pushing him against the cobblestoned wall of the alleyway, but I also remembered pulling away before he kissed me.

"You tasted like pumpkin and cinnamon" he murmurs. I look at him, his eyes glazed as if he was also thinking back to that day.

My heart swells.

"I probably had pumpkin juice for breakfast" I smile.

He shakes his head just slightly before turning his gaze back to focus on me. His hand cups my cheek and his finger swipes just below my eye.

"I'm gonna figure out who stunned you" he says seriously.

All I call do is nod. His silver eyes stare into mine and for a second all I can feel is his fingers on my cheek and my body pressed up against his.

He leans forward while also bringing my head to his. He presses his lips against mine gently, a warmth spreads through my face and down my neck. His other hand rests on one hip and he pulls me forward so my hips roll against his pelvis. We kiss deeper, our tongues dancing. His good hand grips tighter on my hip and I groan at the intensity. Before I can get lost in his touch I pull away.

"Lets not do this in the middle of the library" I murmur into his lips.

"Ah c'mon, I know you're not a good girl" he murmurs mischievously into my mouth.

I raise an eyebrow.

"You've definitely done some naughty things to me darling" he whispers back.

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I end up peeling myself off Draco and giving him another slow, deep kiss goodbye.

I promised I would see him later. The next week we had quite a few exams, so I know that our time together would be limited.

Blaise wasn't in the common room when I returned, so I chucked my books on my bed and made my way to his room.

His eyes were red-rimmed and a huge smile was spread across his face when he opened the door.

I didn't even have a chance to ask before I smelt the pungent aroma of weed.

I push past him to find Goyle spread out on his own bed, a lit blunt between his thick fingers. The smoke swirled around the room and out of the small opening in a window next to his bed.

"You're smoking?! with him?!" I yell, my eyes wide in shock.

Blaise giggles. Actually giggles.

I cock my eyebrow at him and flip my head back to Goyle spread out on his bed, his eyes closed his hand hanging off the edge of his bed with the blunt in his hand.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask bewildered.

I watch as Blaise strolls towards his own bed and sits on the edge, he watches me stand in the middle of his dorm room, his eyes squinting, a smile still present on his face.

"Dude?" I ask, begging him to talk.

"Sorry" he says, shaking his head, "I needed to relax and Goyle offered" he says.

Goyle finally rises from his bed.

"Yo what's she doing in here?" He asks Blaise, pointing to me with one of his fat fingers.

"She came to see what I was doing" Blaise says, his eyes squint again and I watch as he stands up and picks the blunt from Goyle's hand.

He pops the blunt into his mouth and takes a longer drag than I thought he would. His whole face crumbles as he breathes it deeper into his lungs and he lets out a large sigh once he releases the pungent smoke into the room.

I watch as he laughs a little before giving it back to Goyle. Goyle laughs along with him, a sight I never thought I would see.

I don't think I've ever seen Blaise this high. He's smoked a little with Harper and myself a few times but this time he looks really out of it.

I can't leave him here with Goyle this high.

"For fucks sake" I sigh before strolling over to Blaise and pushing him onto his bed.

"Sit down and no more" I order.

"Fuck this girl is bossy" Goyle groans from behind me.

"Relax Ast, why don't you have some?" Blaise sings, digging his elbow into my rib before he flops back on his bed.

"I don't think that's a good idea" I answer.

"She's a goody two shoes" Goyle immaturely adds.

"Who the fuck even says that anymore?" I complain, looking over at Goyle and finding him staring up at the ceiling on his own bed.

"How fucking strong is this shit?" I ask, walking over to Goyle and plucking the blunt out of his hands. I grimace as I peel his fat fingers off.

"Really strong, I got it from the Weasleys" Goyle mumbles.

The thought of the Weasleys reminds me of Harper. I hadn't seen her all day.

"Have you seen Harper?" I ask Blaise.

He lifts his head off his bed.

"Saw her in the common room and she fucked off before I could even say hi" he mumbles incoherently.

I feel my stomach twist and turn, Harper's absence was really starting to get under my skin. I hadn't not talked to her for this long since she went overseas in our third year.

"You know what, fuck it" I say, before I bring the blunt to my lips and inhale.

I let the smoke sit in my lungs for a second before I breath out. The smoke fills the room beside me, and I let my body fully relax as the drug courses through my blood. 

"Yesssss" Blaise cheers beside me, a huge grin on his face.

"Fuck off, I needed a break"

"What do you need a break from? All the shagging you're doing with Malfoy?" Blaise chuckles beside me.

As soon as the words leave his lips I shoot him a look so evil, he literally crawls backwards on his bed away from me.

"Whose shagging Malfoy?" Goyle lazily asks from his bed.