Pale skin writhing against a gorgeous freckled tan, eliciting moans and words of love, and not to mention desperate lust, unfortunately the gasps were locked behind closed doors because of petty rivalries and foolish competition, a whole lot of ugly streaming from a bunch a stupid. But behind the closed doors they were one, and they were free to love so they did. Full lips pressed flush against a fragile collarbone, licking, sucking, nipping, leaving tale-tale marks of passion; Pale hair, trailing down a muscular torso, following closely behind sweet kisses. "Love you, Draco" "Love you too, Ron"