The Not So Good Girl

Virginie couldn’t believe how different a Muggle home was. How very odd, to have a thing called a television, which played programs and things called movies that you stuck into a small machine. It was all very confusing, and she was embarrassed to think that Hermione’s parents were probably laughing inwardly at the ineptness of their daughter’s friend.

Also, there were lights instead of torches and candles, and she found it amazing that you just simply flipped a switch and there was light. That in itself was almost like magic. AND there was heat without fires—hot air blew out from little vents in the ground and warmed the home…and it lasted through the night, too! The kitchen appliances were confusing, and it took much longer to prepare meals here than it ever had at her parents’ home. Laundry was also a pain, as she had to fold her own clothing instead of simply waving her wand and having it fold itself.

All in all, though, Hermione’s parents were very nice. They apologized for not being able to take them anywhere on holiday this year, but said that their practice was overrun with new clients. This was fine with Hermione and Virginie, who stayed in the house all day. Virginie found there was plenty to entertain her, magic or not.

There were, for instance, things called CDs which played music in a stereo. She couldn’t believe how much better Muggle music was than Wizard music. Typically the girls would stay in Hermione’s room most of the day. They’d put a few CDs in the stereo and Hermione would sit down to read a schoolbook while Virginie perused the many Muggle books that Hermione had on her shelves. She’d read most of them by the third day.

A week into their holiday, Virginie lay on the floor, listening to the music with her eyes closed. Suddenly, a song came on that caught her attention more than the others. It had a very haunting sound to it, and the lyrics reminded her of her situation with Draco. She began crying silently, wiping the tears from her cheeks. When it had ended, she played it over again, and this time she murmured an incantation and her wand copied down the notes for the piano, as well as the lyrics. She decided to learn it, even if it was Muggle music. Never before had music affected her so.

“Are you planning to go see Draco?” Hermione asked, interrupting her thoughts.

“I don’t feel like it,” she whined.

“Oh really, Virginie,” Hermione snapped. “It takes about two seconds by Apparition. If you don’t want to see his parents, just go at night when he’s in bed.”

“Nuuuuuungh,” Virginie groaned and turned facedown on the floor.

Apparently Draco had had that very same thought, for as she lay in bed that night, gazing at the ceiling in the darkness of her room, there was a small crack and she looked to find Draco standing at the foot of her bed.

She sat up immediately. “How did you get in here?”

“It’s a Muggle home,” he answered coolly, removing his traveling coat and scarf. “There isn’t any protection against Apparition. You might want to talk to Hermione about that.”

“I will,” she said. “Aren’t you cold? It’s well below freezing outside.”

“Yes,” he said, and climbed into bed with her.

She cuddled up to him in her sweats, sweatshirt, and socks.

“Just what I’ve always dreamed of, to be in bed with the most gorgeous woman in the world…and she’s fully dressed,” Draco teased, wrapping his arms around her. “Just kidding. You’re warming me up…although it isn’t hard. And besides your gorgeousness, how is it so warm in here? There’s no fire.”

“It’s called central and ceiling heat. You see that box over there? You push buttons and it sets it as hot or cold you want it. It’s amazing,” she finished.

“Hmmm…Muggles certainly are inventive,” he admitted.

Virginie suddenly thought of something. “Wait a minute,” she said. “What on earth would your parents say if they knew you were in a Muggle home?”

“You don’t want to know,” he said gravely. “But it’s all right. They’re sound asleep, and I’ve put an Untraceable charm on myself. I left a note in my room saying I’d gone to Surrey to see Crabbe for a bit and that I’d be back by morning. They won’t check up on me.”

“Oh good,” she smiled, leaning in to kiss him.

“Finally! I Apparated one hundred miles and just now I get a kiss!”

“Sorry,” she said. “I was just so shocked.”

He leaned down and kissed her again, leaning over her. She ran her fingers through his blond hair. He eased off her sweatshirt, then her long-sleeved t-shirt, and burst out laughing when he saw her tank top underneath.

“How many more layers do you have on?” he asked. “Is this going to take me all night?”

“It’s cold in here!”

“I’m going to warm you up, don’t worry…”

He kissed down her neck and bit her hard on her shoulder. She gasped with pleasure, then thought of something—

“Draco, stop,” she commanded.

“Hmmm?”

“We need to lock the door…and….and we need a Soundproofing charm. I don’t want to wake anyone.”

“Oh, right…sorry, I’d forgotten…”

He did it quickly and then placed his wand on the nightstand. “Now, back to where we were…”

Draco took it very slowly, kissing her deeply and tenderly and running his fingers through her hair. When he was finally inside her, he moved very slowly, kissing her neck as he thrust deep inside her.

She gasped as she neared climax and threw her head back on the pillow.

“You okay?” he asked, moving from her chest up to her lips.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “Harder…”

His thrusts, though still slow, were deeper and harder than before. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to having an orgasm. He was going so slowly, it was like torture…she could feel Draco trying to hold himself back from going faster, and it made her come even harder. She wrapped her legs tight around Draco’s waist and brought his lips to hers as she came harder than she’d ever come with him before. His hot semen shot inside her, making her come again. Draco let all his weight fall on top of her and kissed her hard and long on the mouth.

“So good,” he groaned.

“I told you all you wanted was sex,” she said, pinching his arm.

“Owww!!! That wasn’t sex,” he snapped. “That was loooooooooooooove making.”

She giggled and kissed him again. “I love you. I’m glad you came to see me.”

“I love you, too. I’m very glad I came to see you.”

“I’ll come to your house on Christmas,” she said as he snuggled up to her. “Draco, don’t fall asleep. Your parents will look for you in the morning.”

He groaned and hugged her tighter. She leaned over and set the alarm clock as Hermione had shown her. It plugged into the wall, very odd, but it seemed to work all right.

“I’ve set the alarm for six, Draco. That will give you enough time to get up and get home before anyone here or there wakes,” she said, but when she turned to look at him, she found he was already asleep, his long, toned arm still wrapped around her waist.