It wasn't till I stepped through a pair of glass doors did I notice that it wasn't just some normal restaurant. This was high class. It was magnificent, candlelight chandeliers hung from the ceiling giving off the perfect amount of lighting. Paintings that look like they had been made during the renaissance hung on the walls welcoming the guests with a bow or curtsey.

"Well what do you think?" Draco asks cutting through my admiration of the building.

"It's beautiful," I reply, "But a bit too much for just friends," I add narrowing my eyes at him.

He shrugs his shoulders, "Well, friends eat at nice places together."

I roll my eyes and follow him to the front as we wait on the host to seat us. 

"Hello, can I help you?"

"Malfoy," Draco gives his last name. Her eyes widen, "Right this way sir."

People watch as we are taken back, no telling how long they had been waiting. 

She shows us to our table.

Draco helps me out of my coat and scoots me up in the seat. Once he sets down the waitress hands us our menus to look through. After we decide, Draco motions for a waitress to come over and she takes our order.

Once she left, Draco turns his attention to me.

"Have you ever been here before?"

I shake my had, "Can't say that I have."

"You like it though don't you?"

Nodding I smile, "Yes, it's beautiful."

He returns the smile as the waitress brings us our drinks.

We make small talk while we wait on our food to arrive. Once my plate was sat in front of me I start to eat.

"So your father died before the first war?" Draco asks.

"Yeah, I was really young when it happened, I don't even remember him at all," I say, "There was an explosion and he didn't make it out."

"So when did your mother remarry?" 

"I was about five, she met John at work. They had went to school together but never really talked," I explained, "You see, mum was a social butterfly.. well at least with other Slytherins, and John was really quiet."

He listens to me talk about my family, genuinely interested.

"So what about your parents," I say turning the subject around, "Your mother seems to set high standards for you."

"What gives you that idea?"

"It just seems that way, when she is talking with you."

"Well she wants the best for me," he explains , "Doesn't every mother want what's best for their child?"

"I suppose," I reply taking a sip from my glass, "But not every mother puts their child first."

"Oh, is that what you think about your mother?"

I shrug, "Sometimes, it seems to me she cares more about making Jon happy than my happiness. I don't mean to sound self-absorbed, but it's just the way I feel sometimes."

"I understand, you don't really have much of a relationship with him do you?"

I sit my glass down and fidget at the rim, "Well, I don't consider him my father." 

We lapse into silence and I focus on my food. It was delicious, I ate almost every bite.

"Tell me about you and that thing you call a boyfriend," Draco finally breaks the silence.

I was sipping my drink and pause. I sit the glass down and smile, "You really want to talk about George?"

"No," he replies smiling in return, "But I would like to know what you exactly see in him."

I run my arm and smile thinking of George, "He's good to me," I begin, "He's sweet, caring, and know just what to say to make me laugh."

He snorts as he takes a drink.

"What?"

"I just think it's funny, of course he makes you laugh," he explains, "He's an idiot."

"That's your opinion of him," I smile, "But to me, he a good person, and he makes me feel safe, to be a better person."

"Okay, then what about me?" he asks leaning in, "What do I make you feel? At least when you were considering me."

I smile, "You," I point my fork at him, "You make me reckless."

"Reckless can be good," he says smiling.

I roll my eyes, "I don't want reckless though. I want safe and sure."

"And you don't think I could provide that?"

I laugh, "From what I have gathered, you are far from that."

He looks away from me smiling, "Sometimes you need a little reckless in your life."

I shake my head and look away from him.

"Seriously though, why did you immediately run back into his arms as soon as you assumed I was with Thompson?"

"Draco, I was already on ice with George. I was confused about how I felt about you and I thought.. well it doesn't matter really what I had thought. I knew after I saw you with her I could never have with you, what I have with George."

"And what is that exactly, a idiot for a boyfriend? Someone who wouldn't be drooling like a dog behind you."

I shake my head, "No, someone committed, dependable. I don't want to be with someone that I constantly have to worry about."

He bites his lip and looks away from me.

I look down at my empty plate, "I think we are done, you want to go?"

 "I guess," he replies shortly.

We both stand at the same time. Draco comes over and helps me into my coat. 

"Thank you," I say as I slip my hands inside.

He leads me out of the restaurant and out into the now dark of night. I hug closer to my jacket for warmth.

Draco must have noticed and wraps he arm loosely around me. 

I look to him and he smiles, "You're shaking Leianna, I'm only trying to keep you warm."

I roll my eyes and allow him to keep his arm loosely around my shoulder. There was no harm in the gesture, it was actually helping. His body was causing my to warm.

Diagon Alley was basically deserted this time of night, especially since most people were at home for dinner.

Most shops were closed except for the few cafes and pubs.

"Did you at least have fun?" Draco asks me breaking the silence that had fallen between us.

"Surprising yes,"  I was amazed that it had gone so well. I figured half way through it we would have already started arguing and I would demand to leave, but it went well.

After a few more minutes, we had made it back to cabin. I sigh relieved at the warm as the door opens. Once we hung up our coats I look around and notice how eerily quiet it was.

"Maybe they're in the den," Draco suggests. I follow him as we make our way to see if that was were they were at.

"That's strange, I figured they would be here," he tells me looking around.

"Perhaps the living room?" I suggestion.

I follow him into the living room only to find it empty as well.

"Where do you think they went?" 

"Dunno, but I'm sure they will be back soon," he explains.

"Well, since they are not here, I'm going to go change, these heals are killing me, "I tell him as I go ahead and slip them off.

"I think I will go change as well."

We both walk out of the living room and up the stairs.

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Draco...

I walk into my room and close the door behind me. I undo the cuffs of my shirt and loosen by buttons around my neck. It wasn't till I walked past my bed did I see a note lying on the pillow.

I open the folded parchment and find it was from my mother.

Draco,

We had to leave to attend another meeting with the Lord. We will be back by tomorrow night. We will see you soon,

Love,

Narcissa

I crumble the note in my hand and toss it across the floor. Damn them for jumping right back into this mess. I set down on the bed and run my hands through my hair.  Damn them, now not only are they pulling me into this mess, but Leianna and her parents as well.

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Leianna....

I let my hair from the claps hold it up. My curls  fall lose, going to their normal place at my shoulders. My head immediately felt better without them clasped up. Walking to the wardrobe, I find a pair of pajamas.  I reach behind me and try to unclasp the back of my dress, but my fingers could undo the small metal contraption. I let out a frustrated breath and try at a different angle.  It was no use, it had the same result, I couldn't make the clasp come undone.

I needed help, perhaps I could get one of the house elves to help me, too bad I didn't know their names to summon them. Perhaps, I could have Draco get one to assist me. 

I walk to the door and open it, I first check over the balcony, hoping my mother might have returned. Unfortunately the house was still empty and quiet.  I let out a sigh and walk over to Draco's bedroom door.

I knock lightly on the door and within a few seconds the door opens. Draco stood there, hair disarray, shirt halfway unbutton. I shake my head out of my thoughts and meet his eyes.

"Everything okay?" he asks me.

"I was wondering if you could have a house elf come to my room," I explains, "I need some assistance."

"What happened?"

I shake my head, "Nothing happened, I just need them to help me undo my dress." I reach behind me and mess with the clasp again, "I can't get this stupid thin to unhook."

"Turn around."

I stop and stare at him.

He motions his hands, "Turn around Leianna and I will unclasp it."

"I can have a.."

"It just takes a second," he interrupts. He opens his door more and takes hold of my arm, spinning me around.

I say nothing, I just move my hair out of the way to allow him to see the clasp.

I feel his warm fingers on the skin of my back causing goosebumps to run over my skin. 

"It is a little stuck," he explains as he works with the clasp.

"Told you."

I here a click and then he unzips the zipper.  His hand lingers on the bare skin of my back and I turn to look at him.

"Thank you," I say as I lift to hold the material up.

He moves his hands from my skin and his eyes meet mine, "No problem."

I could see so many emotions in eyes, the one mostly was desire. It made my skin heat up, the way his eyes held mine.

I felt my heartbeat speed up and I break the eye contact, "Goodnight Draco."

I go to turn and he reaches out and grabs hold of my arm. Pausing I look back to him, "Please," I beg, trying to get him to stop what I knew he wanted to start.

He brushes his hand down my arm, his eyes following the trail.

I felt my breath come out erratic as if my lungs couldn't get enough air. 

He steps more out the door, still with his hand on me, his other goes up to cup my cheek, "Do you really want me to stop?"

"Yyyess.." I stutter out.

He lets out a light laugh, "No you don't."

"I.." I go to tell him he needed to but he cuts me off, he pulls me close to him and kisses my lips.

I grip the material of my dress, like it was my lifeline on reality. His hand that was on my arm moves down my arm to rest on the small of my back.

How did we get to this situation, again? And did I feel like I didn't want it to stop? It amazes me how my mind says one thing, but when I kiss him, it's like my heart and body says something different.

He reaches up and tugs on my hair and I let out a breath of air. As if knowing it would be the result of his action, he deepens the kiss. It was like my lips had a mine of their own, matching in rhythm and time with the move of his.

He pulls me against him as the kiss turns more urgent, more out of control.

I release one hand from the hold I have on my dress and run my fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck. His hair was so soft, like silk moving through my fingers.

He spins me, almost causing me to lose the grip on my dress and pushes me against the wall.

"Draco," I breath out, trying to find the words to tell him we needed to stop.

He groans and kisses my neck, "God, don't say my name like that."

His hand snakes down to my hip and he grips the material of my dress.

My eyes close and I bit my lip as his lips hit the spot behind my ear.  I grip his neck tighter as a million different emotions run through me.  Why did he have to make it feel so good?

His trails kisses back up my jawline till his lips were back on mine.  His other hand that was tangled in my hair releases and moves to the other side of my hip. He grips the material of the dress raising it up. 

"No," I manage to say, afraid of how far he was trying to get. I move my hand from his hair and place it over his, trying to stop him.

Instead, he hold the material the lifts me up. I let out a surprise sound, both of my hands flying up to wrap them around his neck. 

I lean into him, not wanting the dress to slide down and he leans me closer to the wall. Then his lips were back on me. Kissing my mouth, my jaw, my neck.

I lay my head back on the wall and tighten my grip on him. He moves one of his hands up to the nape of my neck and pulls my mouth to meet his. 

Then I felt myself moving, but I didn't open my eyes. I was too lost in the fire that was spreading through my body.

It wasn't until I hear the sound of a door closing did I open my eyes.

I look around and see he had brought me to my room. 

He carries me over to the bed, he brings his knees up and takes us onto the bed. He turns in a way to where I was now straddling him on the mattress. It was like he was giving me control over the situation. 

I lean into him more, enjoying the feeling, enjoying the high that my body was feeling. His hands move from my hips down to the hem of my dress that was bunched at my sides. He hesitated there, as if waiting to see if it was what I want. I smile and lift my hands over my head. 

He smiles and kisses me quickly before lifting up the material. I felt the dress move up my body, leaving me in my slip.

He throws the dress in the corner of the room and runs his hand down my bare shoulders and traces the thin silk material of the slip. He brings his lips back to mine in a soft, deep kiss.

Then, without warning, he grips my hips and flips me over.  He kisses me softly as his move up to my sides. I run mine down his chest and around to his back, pulling him closer to me.

Then he did something I would never have expect, he breaks the kiss. I take in a breath full of hair and he does the same.

"I think we should stop," he says kissing my lips lightly.

"We should," I reply still in a daze.

He kisses the top of my head and sits up.

"Goodnight Leianna."

I look at him shocked, "Goodnight?"

He moves off the bed and adjusts his shirt. 

"See you in the morning," he adds as he walks to the door.  He stops before he opens it and moves back towards me. Leaning down he gives me one more long, slow kiss. 

He pulls back and smiles, then turns and makes his way out of the room.

I sat there motionless. What the hell just happened?

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Draco's P.O.V

I close my door and walk over to the bed and take a seat. What the hell just happened? I had the opportunity, I she was letting me go further.  But I didn't have it in me.For some reason couldn't bring myself to do it. Because of how it would hurt her in the end and when it came down to it I didn't want that.

My eyes widen at the thought, "Bloody hell."

Now I knew what the problem was, what it had been for a while now.

I, Draco Malfoy, was falling for the girl.