Hiya. I'm back! Heh… no excuse for this late update, but whatever. Oh god, wish me luck fixing this absolute mess.

So, me and Draco. One room. More importantly, one bed. Oh joy.

"So, here's the plan. I take the couch, and you can take the bed-" I start. "Ebony," he tried to interrupt me. Good luck with that. "No, I'm seriously not sharing a be-"

"Ebony."

"Draco, I'm not shar-!"

"There may or may not be a couch. Heh."

"What did you say."

"I said-"

"I know what you said!"

"Then why did you ask?"

"It was a rhetorical question!" I was frustrated already, and the fact Draco was idiotic enough as to get a one bed room without a couch was not helping me at all.

"I'll just have to sleep on the floor then." I replied defiantly, refusing to share a bed with that idiot. "Ebony, you can't sleep on hard wood surface, you'll get a backache," Draco said gently as he put his arms around my backside, "And besides, what could go wrong?" Oh, I don't know, everything! "Come on, Ebby." He said, turning me around so I faced him. "What did you call me, you-" But before I could get out the last word, he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was surprisingly gentle for someone like Draco. I suppose he learned how to please from his promiscuous ways. I pushed him off, but he just forced himself upon me again. Next thing I knew, I was on the bed. The rest of the night was a blur.

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When I woke up, I felt satisfied. And violated. Is it possible to have that mix of emotions at once? I was also lying on a bed. With Draco. Naked. "Oh lord. Not this, anything but this… I promised my parents I would wait until I was married, or at least of legal age," I felt a small rustle beside me, and was pulled into Draco's arms. "Hmm, what are you whining about?" I heard him murmur into my ear. I tried to pull away, but like last night, I was overpowered, and pulled up next to his chest. I waited until he fell asleep, and then slowly wormed my way out of his grasp.

I looked around for my clothes, but could find none. Well, not any that were usable, anyway. I considered taking his clothes, but that would be too cruel, even for someone as horrid as him. Sighing, I resigned to go snuggle up in the warm blankets on the bed, as far away from Draco as possible. Of course, this wouldn't be possible, as the moment I set my head on the pillow; I was pulled back into Draco's arms. I swear to Merlin, that boy is like a spider or something, sensing vibrations and then going in for the kill. Well, I suppose that it wouldn't be in for the kill, more like in for the cuddle. Whatever, I was too tired to do anything about it, and just decided to curl up next to him, falling into a slumber once again.

But, of course, this didn't last for more than ten minutes, as a maid hurried in to our room, and upon noticing we were minors going to Hogwarts, she scurried out immediately to call the Headmaster Dumbledore. Oh great. Juuuust great. "Draco, get up," I said as I prodded him in the side. He woke up quickly, mumbling something that sounded like "Huh, watimisit? Washappenin? Arweintrouble?" Rolling my eyes at his ignorance, I said "Yeah. We're screwed." Chuckling, he replied "Obviously. Do you even remember last night?" Punching him, I yelled "You idiot! A maid is going to get Dumbledore this moment! Do you ever take anything seriously?"

"Nope,"

"Obviously," We continued to verbally spar, until the door burst open with Snape, Mcgonagall, and Dumbledore all wide eyed, staring at us.

"We screwed?" I heard him ask in a soft voice. "Definitely," I replied, in the same tone.

FINALLY! Sweet Celestia, that took forever. Not literally, but you know what I mean. Sorry if I update late again. I don't do well with long term projects. I'm quite the procrastinator. Quite. Well, as always, R&R, because those are like food for the author.