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The interrogation went as expected, and Pansy answered their questions as well as she could manage. It made it easier with Draco's comforting arm around her the whole time. Dinner was ready shortly after, cutting the questions short thank goodness, and the two families moved toward the large dining rooms, taking their seats and digging in. Most of the dinner conversation was between their parents, their fathers talking over Death Eater things, their mothers discussing wedding matters, and for goodness sakes, even made mention of babies. Pansy cowered at that thought. Finally dessert arrived and then was gone, and though Lucius had asked questions about the proposal, and Pansy had listened carefully to Draco's answer, he didn't give away any of his plans, simply saying that he was waiting for a proper time, that, as Leo had mentioned earlier, things were arranged and there was no need to rush. Muffy sniffed, obviously impatient for a wedding, and Pansy tried to ignore her mother. After what felt like forever, they were excused. Pansy reached over and took Draco's hand, told the Malfoys goodbye and all the other necessary pleasantries, and then walked from the dining room as properly as she could manage. Once around the corner though, she glanced over her shoulder and threw Draco a smirk, breaking into a run toward the stairs and her room, more than ready to be rid of the company, and especially of her dress.

Draco ran up after her, noticing the way her dress flapped and that she was wearing rather attractive cream knickers today. He grabbed her as they got into the room and tackled her down onto the bed. Grinning down at her he ran a hand down her side. "It's over, it's over and we're still alive." And just to reaffirm that aliveness he leaned down and captured her lips, deciding they really had no where better to go or anything better to do this afternoon, unless she protested of course. He knew he should take off his robes and she her dress but it didn't really matter if they got a bit wrinkled like this, that was what elves were for. And magic.

I'd say how dare you, looking up her dress you naughty boy, but I think at this point it's acceptable and even potentially encouraged. Pansy was in fits of laughter as he tackled her onto her bed, wriggling when his hand tickled her. "We did survive, amazing. We should surely celebrate such a feat." She finished speaking just as he kissed her, and she wrapped her arms quickly around his neck, shutting her eyes and letting go of all thoughts. There was nothing else to worry about for the rest of the evening, at least until they got hungry. By which she means when Draco gets hungry, as that is inevitable. But for now, wrapped up around each other on her bed seemed like the perfect place to be.

Encouraged you say? Draco likes the sound of that. And he will inevitably get hungry but surely they cannot be expected to turn up for another full meal tonight so he thinks they should just get an elf to bring them something and have a picnic in bed. Right now though the last thing Draco is thinking with is his stomach. Holding her tight, mostly pinned under him, he deepened the kiss, settling into a comfortable rhythm with her and enjoying moving back to where they used to be.

Pansy kissed him back enthusiastically, tugging out her wand which she saved at the door and window in turn, locking the door and shutting the window, causing it to become quite a bit darker in her room. She dropped her wand to the side and returned her hand to the back of his neck, holding him down close to her and scratching her fingertips over his scalp and through his hair. She tried to roll them over, but he had her pinned down and truly was much larger and stronger than she was, and his hands at her waist had her stuck there. She had to settle for staying right where she was. Not that it was a terrible compromise.

Draco let out a groan as she ran her nails over his scalp, he loved having his head and neck massaged and touched more than anything else. Feeling her try to roll them he didn't move and, when she settled again, moved his hand up her side to slip under her shoulders. As long as he wasn't crushing her then this was a perfect position. He moved one of his legs to rest between hers, wrapping them up together in the darkened room.

Pansy wiggled again as his hand tickled along her side, shifting to allow him to slip his hand behind her shoulders. She wrapped her leg over his, keeping him at least slightly trapped. Pulling back from the kiss a little, she looked up at him, brushing his hair out of his eyes with her fingertips. "I really really love you." She felt giddy when she said it, resting her hand on his cheek and staring at his perfectly grey eyes. "I get to say that forever, don't I? I love you." Laughing, she moved her hand, and his hair fell back over his eyes slightly. "I love you so much." Her own eyes went a little dreamy, just staring at him perfectly contentedly as if nothing else would ever matter. Anything he wanted, she knew she would never have to tell him no. She knew she'd give him everything that she could and that they could be happy and that everything they never thought they'd get, was going to be theirs. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, shifting her leg to wrap it around him more tightly with a playful smile.

Truly now the world was Pansy's oyster, Draco would do anything for her (as long as it wasn't to do with the death eaters) and nothing was out of their reach. Smiling down at her he leaned his head against her hand as she brushed aside his hair, "Forever and always my love. I can't even put into words how much I love you." His eyes locked on hers, positively glowing with happiness. "You mean everything to me and I plan to spend every day for the rest of our lives reminding you of that." He pressed his leg against hers as she gripped him tightly and chuckled, tickling her side a little and wrapping his arm even more tightly around her shoulders.

Pansy kissed him back, which was a little difficult because she couldn't stop smiling. But when he tickled her, she stopped, squirming about beneath him. "Quit it!" She laughed, her hands on his shoulders trying to push him off her. "Stop, that tickles horribly! It's not fair!" Dissolving in her laughter, she couldn't escape, and was trapped there to wriggle and cringe and laugh under him, helplessly. "Draco, come on, anything but tickling!" And she really meant anything, because as much as she liked Draco's hands on her, being tickled simply tickled too much to stand for long.

Draco kept tickling through her initial protest, watching her face filling with laughter. When she protested again Draco pulled his hand away with a laugh and leaned down to give her another kiss before pulling back, "Only because I love you." His hand moved to wrap around her again as hers slid back around his neck. "So if I can't tickle you then what should I do with you now?" In answer to his own question he leaned down to press his lips to hers, tongue quickly sliding out to meet hers as they settled back together again. He could feel her heart beating and was certain she could felt his.

"Only?" Pansy laughed, looking up at him, exceptionally pleased that he had stopped tickling her. "Oh, I can think of a few things, actually," she grinned mischievously at him, but it was quickly hidden by his kiss, and she parted her lips to allow his tongue to pass. Her own slipped past his and she wrapped her arms around his neck again, leaning up into him to keep their bodies as close as possible. She flicked her tongue over the roof of his mouth and slithered it away from him, tracing over and over his lower lip before pushing into his mouth again.

Draco wrapped his tongue around hers when it rentered before sliding back along it and into her mouth, tracing over the familiar terrain. As comfortable and familiar as this was Draco knew he would never get sick of it, never see her and not want to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless. Even when they were fighting and he was furious as her his desire for her never abated. Although he had felt her tense up when children had been mentioned in passing by their parents he couldn't wait for her to get pregnant, even if it was years from now, to see her belly rounded with something just theirs. Though he knew it would take rather a lot of persuading to reach that point.

And in just a few words you have once again made Pansy nervous and tense and wanting to wriggle away from him and go sit in her closet with her legs crossed and pants securely on forever. Don't let Draco tell her that, she'll get freaked off and might run away again. But since Pansy has no idea what's going through Draco's mind, she continues to kiss him rather passionately, wrapping her leg better around him and slipping the other around his legs as well. She moved her hands from his neck and her fingertips went to his collar, tugging loose the tie and working open the buttons at his neck.

Draco knows that babies are not a conversation topic that will be discussed for a very long time but for this he's happy to be patient and keep her to himself for a while. Draco lifted his chest up a little so she could pull his tie off and get the top few buttons undonebut if she was serious about undressing him then they would need to switich positions. Until she was more pushy though he was happy to let her fiddle between them as they kissed, one of his hands moving up to tangle in her hair, now a favourite spot.

Pansy pulled on his tie, slipping it from under his collar and dropping it who-cares-where on the bed next to her, though she could hear the silky fabric sliding off her bed and onto the floor a moment later. A smile stretched across her face as his hand wrapped into her hair. She loved the feeling of it, his warm fingertips along her head and sliding through her hair, wrapping strands around them, the gentle tug that felt powerful and yet comforting, his strength holding her close to him. She continued undoing his buttons, though realized quickly that it would be impossible to get all of them in this position. She pulled back from the kiss and looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Unless you'd really just like to keep your shirt on," she grasped his shoulders with her hands, "you're going to need to move." She pushed on his shoulders trying to get him to roll over, eventually succeeding in at least moving him enough that she could shove his thigh with her knee and use her bodyweight to push him the rest of the way over onto his back. Following along, she sat on his hips and smirked down at him. "Better." She continued what she had been doing a moment ago, undoing the buttons, careless to the fact that she was in a short skirt that was now essentially fully ridden up because of the way she was straddling him. Whoops.

Draco laughed when she pulled back, "Maybe we should move then." He didn't make a great effort though, letting her push him over and rolling where she shoved him, his hands falling down to her waist again as she sat up straight. With a smirk he noticed her dress and moved his hands down to her knees before running them back up, taking with him what little fabric was still covering her until he reached the tops of her thighs. "I think moving was actually a very good idea." when she had all the buttons undone he sat up slightly and pulled off his shirt and robe sleeves, letting the fabric lie under him when he fell back again, head now on a pillow.

Pansy tilted her head and feigned a glare at him when he moved his hands down and back up her legs, pushing her dress up with them. "Only because you can see up my dress. Lucky thing you're my fiancée or I might not let you," she teased, her hands resting on his chest as he sat up a little to remove his shirt and robes. She secretly marveled at how his abs tightened and tensed as he moved, and was transfixed watching them as he rearranged himself slightly, taking off his shirt and lowering himself back down onto the bed once again. Her eyes slowly made their way back up to his face. She put her hands over his for a moment, but resisted the urge to nudge him away. After all, there was no reason to, and she didn't want to, it had only been instinct to push them back. An instinct she no longer needed to pay heed to. She grinned at him, moving her hands back to where they had been before, resting lightly over his bare skin as she looked down at him, waiting for what would happen next.

Draco noticed her staring at his muscles and smirked, not moving his hands when she covered them. "That might be one of the reasons and I'm fine with that as that means no one else gets to see them but me." When she moved her hands away he slid his up, moving over her soft skin and the equally silky fabric to take hold of the zip behind. He paused for a moment to see if she would stop him but when she didn't he tugged it down, pulling it all the way before sliding his hands up her back and pulling the straps of her dress down so it pooled around her waist, "Now we're even."

Pansy watched his face intently as he moved his hands over her legs and up her back, pulling the zipper of her dress down. A little rush of cold air made her shiver slightly, but she was fine again in a moment. Blinking slowly as his hands reached up for the straps, she dropped her shoulders a bit so they would fall as he intended for them to, not resisting as the silky dress slipped easily down from her chest and sank around her waist where her hips and legs stopped it, leaving her sitting there in just her bra on top. She gently shivered again, giving him a playful grin. "I suppose mostly. For now." Her fingertips had been making their way slowly down his stomach and past his belly button, and had finally reached the button of his pants just between her legs. She tugged it loose and worked down the zipper, though she had to slide back a little to get it all the way undone as she found that she was sitting right in the way of her own goals.

Draco grinned and watched as she undid the button and zipper. He reached down and nudged her hips so she lifted up enough for him to shove his pants down and kick them off the bed. Grabbing onto her again he pulled her up him slightly and took hold of the dress, lifting it over her head and dropping it off the side to join his tie and whatever else had fallen there so far. He smirked and ran his fingers around her back and over her stomach, tracing up to the bottom of her bra. The white fabrics made a perfect contrast to her skin and hair leaving him with a pretty fantastic view. His eyes moved over every inch of her as one hand wrapped around her arm and the other settled on her thigh again.

Pansy lifted up on her knees, one resting on either side of his hips, and watched as he shoved his pants off. She settled back down on his stomach and raised her arms as he pulled her dress over her head. She watched as his fingertips moved across her skin, concentrating on taking deep breaths and keeping as relaxed as she was, though the tiny little touches made her want more and more of them. She leaned forward a little when his hand closed around her arm, and she put her hand of her other arm over his hand on her thigh, moving her hand up his arm and to his shoulder, and then down his chest and stomach to the top of his boxers. She traced a line there, just along the top of the fabric, chewing on her lip as she pushed down on the elastic band just a little, his hand still tracing along the bottom of her bra.

Draco's fingers returned to stroking the skin under her bra as she leaned down. His breath caught for a second as she tugged on the elastic of his boxers. As usual by now there was a telltale bulge there and he wondered what she was going to do now. What they had done in the sauna had been amazing but fully clothed. He slowly moved his fingers around her back, sliding under the clasp of her bra. When she didn't object he flicked it open and let it sit, giving her the opportunity to slide it off.

Pansy could certainly feel the now-familiar bulge pressing into her leg, and as his fingertips moved to the center of her back, she knew what was coming next. She didn't move at first, but in a moment she shifted her shoulder, and the strap on one side fell. She lifted her hips up a little, pushing the elastic band down just a little more, a little bit further, and her bra slipped down her arms. Rather than leaving it awkwardly around her wrists, she dropped it on top of her dress before returning her attention to Draco, sliding the silky boxers down just a tiny bit farther, her curious eyes watching as she revealed more of his skin, more of him than she'd ever actually looked at before.

Draco's eyes followed her bra as it fell to the side before moving back up to her face, following her gaze to the top of his boxers. He decided if she was going to stare then so was he and his eyes moved up her body to the most recently uncovered parts of her. He hadn't ever gotten his good of a look at her crests before, she had always either been in the dark or they had been kissing so he had never had opportunity to study them before. Moving his hands he made sure not to obscure her view and slowly reached out to stroke her skin, watching her pert nipples react and adjusting his movements accordingly.

Pansy knew she was already reacting to Draco's soft touch, and the chill in the room had certainly given her a head start. She closed her eyes for a moment, just taking in the sensations, before she looked down again to where her fingertips were. Resting just on the elastic band of his boxers, which if she pulled down any farther, would finally reveal him to her. Cautiously, almost as if she were a little afraid, she pulled them down inch by inch. Subconsciously she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, moving the fabric of his boxers down and looking curiously at what she was laying her eyes on for the first time. It wasn't what she had expected, but then again, she had no idea what she had been expecting in the first place. She had touched it, but never looked at it, and she supposed, at least the half of his length that she had revealed so far, looked like it had felt. It was obvious that he was straining to come completely free from the hold the elastic of his boxers had on him, but Pansy couldn't bring herself to do it. Something about taking them completely off, of making him completely naked, she couldn't make herself do it. Instead, she leaned down over him, pressing her lips nervously to his, burying herself in the familiarity of kissing him.