Draco couldn't believe that this was really happening. That his beautiful, innocent, kindhearted Astrid could be the daughter of Lord Voldemort.

He watched as his mother stepped forwards and escorted Astrid out of the drawing room. He averted his gaze as they brushed past him, feeling too fearful to meet their eyes. Her eyes.

This was all his fault. He had no one to blame but himself.

Sensing he was dismissed, he walked from the room, making his way slowly to his bedroom, making sure to keep a distance between himself and Astrid. He was exhausted. He couldn't think straight.

When he reached the safe confinements of his room, he sat numbly on the edge of his bed and buried his face in his hands. He didn't know what the fuck to do anymore.

He wanted so desperately to go to her, but at the same time he was... terrified.

...

I looked around my new bedroom in complete astonishment.

"This- this is mine?" I asked, my jaw dropping.

This one single room was bigger than the entire flat I grew up in. I looked upon the huge cream quilted four poster bed, with its intricate wood design and black silken drapes. It contained a huge dark oaken wardrobe which Draco's mother ("Please, call me Cissy,") assured me will be full of acceptable clothing - that my father would approve of, by the morning.

"Get some rest," Narcissa implored, her eyes looking sadly over me, "it's going to be... tough."

I nodded a grateful thank you as she closed the door behind her, and I sank down on the edge of the bed looking shakily around me.

I wanted Draco. I was so desperate for his touch, to feel the comfort of his arms around me.

But I was terrified he wouldn't look at me the same way anymore. I was no longer Astrid, the abused Muggle that needed rescuing.

I was Astrid, the witch daughter of the most evil wizard in the world.

Sinking down in the bed that was now mine, I cried into the high quality fabric that only good money could buy, and wished I was back in the Room of Requirement - with Draco, amongst our scruffy array of cushions and blankets - when it was just us against the world.

...

A loud knocking sound startled me awake.

I lifted my head, blinking, and disorientated. I had no idea how long I'd been asleep for.

"Astrid?"

A light filled the darkened room, and my eyes turned to the source of it.

My heart quickened as I saw Draco standing apprehensively in the doorway, light pouring from the lit hallway behind him.

"Draco!" I cried, immediately sitting up. Our eyes locked, nervously at first. And then the light diminished almost instantly as he shut the door behind him, before striding across the room towards me.

No words were needed. Our arms threw themselves around one another as he launched himself upon the bed, crashing his body against mine, his lips connecting hungrily to my own, our tongues immediately finding and exploring each other with a thirst I'd never experienced before.

Our hands grappled furiously, fingers fumbling as we desperately removed all clothing between us.

Right then and there, I needed him as much as he needed me. I couldn't help but cry out as he entered me, making him clamp his lips around mine, muffling our moans into each other's mouths.

I breathlessly pulled back to look up into his face, reassuring myself of the white-blond haired, silver grey eyed Slytherin above me whilst we moved as one.

"God, I've missed you," he growled, his dilated eyes swirling down at me with an intense hunger and passion that made my stomach knot in fierce desire.

My whole body burned for him, the yearning I felt as he moved inside of me had never made me feel so alive. I never wanted this to end, yet at the same I time, I wanted more.

"Draco," I breathed, as our rhythm intensified, knowing that the sound of his name on my lips would send him to the very glorious tip.

And sure enough, I watched as his eyes completely glazed over, listened as his cries stuttered in his throat, and gasped as I felt the sudden rigidness of his climax.

Sweating and panting, he collapsed down next to me, whispering my name over and over again, between sweet, delicate kisses, trailing his fingers all over my body, finding the spots that made me in turn cry out for him.

"I've missed you so much, Draco," I whispered afterwards, as he pulled my body to him, gathering me in his arms.

"I know, me too," he murmured quietly kissing the top of my head.

There was no discussion about whether he would stay or not. Both of us, exhausted and spent, fell asleep in each other's arms. It was almost like it was before.

Except for one major difference, of course.

...

When I awoke the next morning, I was met by pair of silver grey eyes staring down intently at me.

"Draco, were you watching me sleep?" I yawned sleepily, giving a little stretch.

"You look so innocent when you sleep," he murmured, stroking my cheek, his face looking almost sad.

"I am innocent," I intoned, and then, remembering last night, my lips tugged into a smile of their own accord, and I buried my face bashfully into the crook of Draco's arm.

"You're cute when you get embarrassed, you know," he chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around me and playfully started planting kisses over my face.

"I'm not embarrassed!" I laughed, trying to bat him off.

A sharp rap on the bedroom door made us both freeze.

"Astrid, are you awake?" A female voice called. "It's Cissy."

Draco and I looked at one another in horror, and as the door started to open, he dived onto the floor stark naked, using the bed to shield him from view of the door.

I sat up, my heart racing, making sure the sheets covered me appropriately.

Narcissa Malfoy entered, looking her usual pristine self, offering me a warm smile.

"Good morning, Astrid, I trust you slept well?"

"Er, yes, thanks... very well." I answered, praying she wouldn't step into the room any further.

"Good, because I'm afraid you have a busy day ahead of you," she said apologetically, "your uncle has already arrived to begin your lessons. He will escort you to retrieve your new wand as soon as you have finished breakfast. You should find the wardrobe now fully equipped with clothing approved by your father. If there's anything else you need, please do not hesitate to ask. Breakfast is waiting for you downstairs once you are ready."

"Thank you, Cissy, I do appreciate everything you are doing for me."

"It is nothing." She gave a curt nod and stepped out to leave, but paused just before closing the door. "Oh, and tell my son to find a better hiding place next time."

She gave a small, knowing smile and vanished, closing the door firmly behind her.

Draco's head shot up from the side of the bed. "Shit," he muttered, staring at the closed door where his mother had just been.

But his eyes danced amusedly as they met mine, and he jumped back onto the bed making me squeal as he crawled on top of me, pinning me to the sheets and resumed his playful kissing of my face.