A Year in Montreal

By Jess Fern

I OWN NOTHING OF HARRY POTTER!

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Chapter 1

I woke up to the smell of his cologne filling my nose. The soft blankets make his bed feel like a cloud. I yawn, And open my eyes. I lie awake in the enormous room of Draco Malfoy, it can only be, by the look of the green paint and snake decor. I smell the cologne again, as it breezes past me. Though I only catch him for a moment, he still looks amazing, in the white dress shirt, and the sexy hair draped over one eye. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and sat up. There he was standing in front of me, as if he had apparated, with the trademark Malfoy smirk.

"Sleep well, Granger?" He says with his sexy voice. I smile up at him and sit up on my knees to meet his eyes.

"Yes, I did. Nothing unusual, except for your dreadful snoring." I say with an equally smug smirk. He leans down and kisses me with such a passion, I wouldn't believe it was the same boy . . . well man now, that tormented me in school. He's changed now, of course. I obviously wouldn't be sitting in front of the Slyhterin prince if he hadnt.I obviously wouldn't be sitting in front of the Slytherin prince if he hadn't. He pulls away and I blush. He smirks once again, and pulls his trousers on. I hadn't even noticed they weren't on, since we had spent so much time having, well, for lack of better term, sex.

"You little lying wench. I don't snore. You must really want to be punished. I should have you right now." He says as he snakes his hand up the front of my sheer tank top.

"Careful what you say Malfoy . . . you may not get what you wish for." I say with a giggle. He raises his eyebrow to this. I notice how puzzled his face is, and know he completely forgot. I almost laugh, for his face is priceless. I fall back on the bed laughing,

"Draco Malfoy! Have you forgotten your own birthday!" I yell. He looks as though a bludger hit him.

"Oh, that's why I felt a twinge happier. I thought it was you." He jumps on the bed and climbs on top of me. I started unbuttoning his shirt, I can tell how tempted he was by his face. He really wanted to remove his now wrinkled trousers and take me. But he falters. He concentrates very **** my erect nipple, and pulls the tank top off. He grabs both nipples between either of his thumb and forefinger. I whimper, as my panties get wetter.

"You like that?" He says with a smirk and takes my left breast into his mouth. I reach down to his rock hard ****, and started rubbing him between his slacks. He sucks harder on my nipple, and I finally lose it and start madly trying to expose his ****. He switches to the right breast as I hold his thick member in my hand. It throbs in my grasp and I start rubbing him faster and faster, until he can't take it anymore. He takes my breasts and starts groping and massaging them and suddenly stops.

"What?" I say with the disappointment clear. He let's go of them and leans down to start kissing my neck. I groan as he does so. Between the slurping and sucking, he manages a few words.

"Its . . .your . . .turn . . ." He groans, most likely from my breasts pushing against his sweaty chest. I chuckle and flip him over. I now straddle his waist, his **** pushing at my beating entrance.

"Is it now? What do want first? A little of this?" I say a press my chest to his face. He moans so powerfully, I feel the vibrations.

"Or this?" I say and scoot my soaking **** up his shirt. It leaves pleasing streaks on his white button down. My entrance is barely at his lips when he starts removing my panties with his teeth. It doesn't take him longer than 10 seconds to remove the barrier. He's had practice. I think to myself. With me. Which makes me smile smugly. He hits that spot the almost brings me to orgasm, almost, but not quite, and I scream in utter need. I need to let it all loose. To settle the feeling of . . . of what? It isn't like . . . this is more. More than I've ever felt. I've never said it to him, but he has to me. It's the only word that makes sense.

Love.

I know it can only be, the way I feel for this man, this sex god. As he ravages my womanhood, I softly whisper it, almost inaudible.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy." He must have heard me, because he stops so suddenly, I fall over.

And straight to the floor.

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