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Night 4
Salem Institute
3pm EST; 8pm GMT
"So, a House Elf could've sent this," Ginny waved a piece of paper at President Boyer, "But we don't know which one because the handwriting is illegible?"
"That's correct. House Elves aren't known for neat handwriting. I can't even tell who filled out the paperwork for that particular owl. But, as you can see, he or she sent the owl around nine this morning, our time."
"Would we be able to talk to the other House Elves here?" Harry asked, leaning forward in his seat.
The four of them had been welcomed into the President's office at Salem Institute. The campus was deserted for Easter Break; but the House Elves were still in the school. Hiding in the kitchens or in the basements of the various dorms spread around campus.
Apparting into the President's office, none of them had seen anything further than the large, comfortable room. Hermione was studying the books on the shelf, listening intently at the same time to what President Boyer was saying. Draco sat with his arm around Ginny on a leather sofa that was well worn and Harry sat up straight in a winged back chair, doing most of the talking.
"I already did and asked if any of them had been around the Owlry at the time this house elf sent the note. One said they had seen one in a dirty yellow shirt, with a string around his or her waist send off the owl then disapparate. That particular House Elf didn't recognize the one in the yellow shirt, so it's probably this "Nott's" personal House Elf. I checked to see if I could find a magical trace, but I didn't get Professor Dumbledore's note until an hour ago and by then the trace was to old to get a correct reading. All I got is that she came from somewhere down south, probably not any further than Virginia or the trace would've been gone for sure."
"Maryland maybe? We did get a note from the kids talking about a certain type of tree, a Birch Tree, that they could see. When Harry and I were here last we saw many of them along the Bay in Maryland." Hermione turned towards the President who nodded in agreement.
"Sounds logical. I'm sorry I can't be of more help. I can post a House Elf in the Owlry for the next few days, around the clock to see if they can catch Nott's House Elf."
"That's would be most appreciated," Draco murmured, rubbing Ginny's shoulder, deep in thought. He vaguely heard Hermione ask a question about the nearest Magical Town on the Bay and then heard the President say a nasty storm was going on down there, a Nor'easter, and he recommended that they lay low for the day. He offered them a room in the guest house and access to their library and permission to question the House Elves again, but none of them could think of any other course of action.
"As much as I don't want to stay and waste anymore time, I think we should. We are all tired and we have no idea where in Maryland, if indeed he is there, Nott has this Muggle house," logical Hermione recommended.
"I can do a search on the computer to see if anyone has purchased those electric torches lately. They are not a common item to have in a modern home. I've seen them in homes that were built before 1975 many times when I go visit children whose parents are Muggles," the President offered and Ginny thanked him, saying it would be a huge help if he could do that. She still wasn't very computer literate, only with the ones at St. Mungo's and that because she was forced to learn how to look up information for ongoing patient care.
"I'll show you to your rooms and I'll connect your fireplaces so you can floo anywhere within the grounds. If you need anything, please don't hesitate. I have two daughters of my own and," he hesitated, scratching his graying head in a worried gesture, "I'd be upset and angry too."
"Thanks." Draco snapped out of his little reverie and they all shook hands, then followed him out of his office, down the hall and out into the cold air.
The first thing Draco noticed about the campus were the sprawling buildings. Most of them one story, spread throughout the grounds. He could see a cluster of buildings about three stories high off to his left, behind some still barely budding trees and deduced that those must be the dorms. It was very modern, compared to Hogwarts.
They walked down a short sidewalk to the back of the administration building to three small houses.
"Here you go. Again, I'll go check on the computer…it'll take a bit to do a search and then get back with you. House elves will bring whatever food you would like for dinner," and with that the President shook their hands again and left the four of them standing there, staring at the brick one story buildings.
"Well, why don't we split up, grab a nap and then get together over dinner in a few?" Hermione suggested seeing the Malfoy's nod in agreement. The girls hugged and they went up to their respective houses and entered into the small living room.
Draco threw himself down on the sofa, not paying attention to his surroundings, only aware of Ginny settling next to him.
"What were you so quiet for back in the President's office?" Ginny saw him run a hand down his face, looking older than he ever had; his icy blue eyes now bleary from lack of sleep.
"I…I felt like I almost connected with Marissa or something and kept trying to hone in on that feeling. The only thing I know for sure, Gin, is that she is still ok. I just wish I knew more," he thumped his fist down on the sofa, then buried his face in his hands, scratching the back of his head. Reaching around to his shoulders, Ginny began rubbing them, feeling the tension built up in his neck and shoulders.
"I feel like I haven't slept in a week," Draco said, his voice muffled from behind his hands, totally giving into the shoulder massage he was receiving.
"Me too," Ginny said simply, planting a kiss on the back of his neck, then wrapping her arms around his shoulders, resting her head against his broad back.
"I've never felt this helpless, Gin. It pisses me off to no end that I can't just summon up the magic to lead us right to her," he admitted, his voice tired, eyes burning from lack of sleep and his bones aching with weariness over the loss of a daughter who was out in the middle of "somewhere".
Knowing she didn't need to say anything, she just squeezed him harder, and pulled him down to the couch with her, cradling his head on her arm and smoothing his hair back from his eyes.
"Just sleep for a bit; we'll be able to think clearer," she whispered watching his eyes close as she settled in behind him, pressing him to her so he wouldn't fall off the couch. A minute later he was asleep, a dead weight against her but she wasn't going to move for it was the first time he had felt relaxed to her since Friday morning, when everything was normal as normal could be.
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Spare Room
Still Easter Sunday
9pm EST
Marissa lay still on the bed, unable to fall asleep because of the nap she and Brian took, before being rudely awakened by the sound of Nott yelling for them to get up. She had been in the middle of a dream, seeing her father sitting on a sofa with her mother somewhere. She kept trying to talk to him but he didn't seem to notice. She wondered if she got through for it felt like the last dream she had when she was talking to him and Devon the night they were kidnapped. She had seen Hermione walking around the perimeter of this room, looking at books and saw Harry sitting in a chair, his mouth moving as if talking but she couldn't seem to turn around to find out who was behind her; who Harry was talking too. Then Nott had barged in and that was the end of that dream.
The rest of their day had gone by uneventfully. The game Truth or Dare put aside for now, Marissa read the Muggle Studies book from cover to cover while Brian had a crumpled up piece of parchment that was one of their first drafts of the letter and was throwing it into the air, catching it again and again. Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they didn't. The silence was comfortable, but Marissa did notice that most of the time they were constantly touching. Whether it was their shoulders, or knees as they sat cross legged…even when they were trying to keep the other one from getting the "ball" after it was tossed in the air.
She had found herself rolling around on the floor more than once, trying to get the parchment ball away from him. It was fun and entertaining, but the thought that she purely enjoyed it scared her a bit. Tugging up the blanket a bit, she curled on her side still a bit chilled like she had been all day. Brian said it was because they were losing weight, losing some of the fat that kept them warm. But she still took off her jeans and sweater to sleep, not liking to be constricted. Reaching behind her she pulled her hair out from under her cheek and let it fall behind her, wondering if Brian was asleep. She didn't hear the telltale signs, his deep breathing and sometimes slight snoring. She just didn't feel like talking now and thought maybe he felt the same way. It was impossible to find privacy and it seemed that the only way was in the darkness, not talking, each curled up on their side facing the other way.
Marissa heard the rain still pounding against the window, though a bit lighter than most of the day. It was soothing to hear and she wondered if Brian was listening to it too, but didn't want to ask since he seemed to be in his own little private world. A shiver passed through her and she burrowed deeper under the covers, not sure if it was because she was cold or because of the eeriness of the complete darkeness and the rain pounding against something she couldn't even see.
"Cold?" came Brian's voice from behind her.
He wasn't asleep, just as she thought.
"I'm fine," Marissa answered automatically but felt him turn over anyway and move behind her, pulling her to him. She didn't even flinch when his hand touched her thigh and then stayed there, creating a warmth under his hand.
"You're legs are freezing, why not put your jeans back on?" he asked feeling her muscles move smoothly under his hand as she stretched her legs, then curled them back up again.
"I can't sleep in jeans. Too uncomfortable. I'll warm up soon," Marissa responded, feeling his hand resting lightly on her thigh, not moving. His other arm had snaked its way under her neck bent across her chest and his hand was now resting on her shoulder. She reached up resting her hands on his arm and sighed.
"I can't sleep. That nap messed me up."
"Could be jet lag too," Brian said wisely, thinking about how he wasn't tired either. But there really wasn't anything else for them to do…his body didn't agree but he managed to hold that in check for the time being.
"We could do Truth or Dare again," Brian suggested after a moment's pause and he felt Marissa nod. "You went first last time, so I'll go first if you want."
"Okay, Truth or Dare Mister Potter?" Marissa asked a smile apparent in her voice.
"Why I believe I'll take Dare, Miss Malfoy because, I, unlike you aren't a wimp," Brian jerked back as her elbow hit him in the stomach. "No violence now."
"Be nice. I'll just make the Dare really hard if you aren't," Marissa teased back and heard Brian mumble something under his breath. "What was that?"
"Oh, nothing. Go ahead and ask away." Marissa could feel Brian's finger moving slowly back and forth on her leg. She was sure he didn't realize it; it had one of those absentminded feelings about it and she was sure not going to say anything.
"You know I actually think the "Dare" is the easiest thing to do since it's dark and I can't make you get up and do anything…I wouldn't be able to see you doing whatever it was I asked. So, now I'm going to have to think REALLY hard about a REALLY good "Dare"," Marissa warned him, feeling a faint vibration in her back as he laughed.
"I can take it. Dish it out," Brian commanded and Marissa fell silent, searching her brain for a good "dare"…something she could ask him.
"Ok, I got it. I dare you to tell me about the first time you thought about sex, how old you were and who the person was you thought would be the girl of your dreams to do it with." Marissa felt Brian's finger still and bit her lip to keep from smiling.
"Huh, I'll actually have to think about that for a minute," Brian said slowly.
"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."
There was silence for a moment and Marissa realized that the rain was steady now, but only half as heavy as it was hours earlier.
"Well, I have to say I was probably 12 or so when I first thought about it: the wonderment of it all, mystery that sort of thing…and I think I had a crush on Cornelia Banks at that time."
"Cornelia Banks? The model in Witches Weekly?" Marissa turned like she could look at him, but
realized that wasn't going to work so she settled back on her side, slightly disappointed that she had dislodged
Brian's hand.
"All the guys had a crush on her. Someone had her pinned up in their room my third year. After we got that sex talk at the end of third year, I realized there was no way in hell anyone that I knew would end up "being" with her, especially since she was what? 18 or 19 at that time? So that dream was short lived."
"Wow. Cornelia Banks…she is pretty, I have to admit that," Marissa said, feeling his arm come across her side and rest above her hip. His warmth was beginning to seep through into her, even if he had taken off his shirt. It helped that she was enveloped in his arms and also had the blanket on top of her. If she was a cat, she'd be purring…loudly.
"You're turn, I believe I answered your question," Brian quipped and Marissa nodded and picked "Dare" figuring it couldn't get any worse than the question she asked him.
"Dare? Copycat…oof!" another elbow in the stomach. He tightened his grip on her and she chuckled.
"You're feisty," he observed and Marissa just made a noncommittal noise in her throat.
"Alright…Dare, "Miss Elbow in the Stomach". I dare you to do something you have never done before…and hitting doesn't count."
"DO something I have never done? How would you even know since I can't even see you?"
"You'll have to figure that one out," he said slyly and Marissa sighed, pushing his arms off her while she sat up on her elbows, looking in his general direction.
"YOU," she poked him in the general area of his ribs, "Are incorrigible."
"Maybe," was all he said, but she could tell he was grinning and all happy that he had thought of something that was stumping her.
Marissa leaned back on her elbows flexing her feet, trying to think of something. She was toasty warm now and was at a loss as to what she could do.
`A nice indirect approach to have me kiss him, but I believe I did that already the other day. I could really throw him for a loop…and," she felt the faint tinkling of an idea forming, "Oh yeah!' the thought developed and took root. `I can do this. Hell, it'll probably happen at some point anyways and I do trust him, more than anyone else.'
Marissa sat up and heard Brian ask if she had an idea yet.
"Oh…, I have some ideas," she grabbed the hem of her t-shirt very slowly so he wouldn't feel her moving. "I'm just trying to figure out which one would be the best to…do for the Dare," she paused as she pulled her shirt up over her head. She lightly put it behind her in case she wanted to put it on again.
`Alright, Marissa Ginevra Malfoy. This is definitely something new and he'll either be floored or think you're totally…no, don't go there,' her brain argued with herself. Lowering herself back down she pulled the blanket up.
"Figure it out?"
"Yep," was all she could squeak out.
"And?" Brian shifted.
"It's done."
"What?" he sounded genuinely confused.
"Oh, I'm sorry. It's so dark you can't tell…you just won't be able to see it then I guess."
"What in the world are you talking about?"
"Well, I just happened to be laying here without my shirt now," Marissa said, feeling Brian go completely still. For a full ten seconds there was no movement or sound.
"Ahhh, Marissa. You're trying to get back at me aren't you?"
"Mmmm…no actually I'm not."
"Okay…so I'm supposed to believe you; not being able to see, here in the pitch black, or reach out to see for myself and risk getting smacked or worse, be humiliated?" Brian hedged and from the way his voice sounded and where it was in relation to her she could tell he was on his side, looking down at her.
"Brian, I'd never humiliate you, or slap you unless you did something so egregious it warranted it."
He was silent again then sighed.
"I hate to say I have no idea whether to believe you or not. I know I'm not wearing a shirt that's about all I'm sure of at this point."
Gathering up all her courage she reached out and felt for his hand and touched it. She knew what she about to do was something she had never done, never even thought about and had no idea what repercussions it would have. Silently she lifted his hand by his wrist and brought it under the blanket, settling it on her stomach, then before he could say that she just shoved up her shirt she took a deep breath and laid his hand along and a bit below her collar bones. She knew he could feel the edge of her bra and she knew he knew it wasn't her shirt.
"You-Merlin, I can't believe you did that," he said quietly, sliding his hand over to her shoulder and down her arm.
"I don't say things I don't mean…you should know that," Marissa said, feeling his hand rest on her ribs, now reduced to a pile of putty.
"I'm not sure if I should tell you to put it back on or….hell, I think you have made me speechless," he finally said in a rush.
"Truth or Dare, Brian?" Marissa whispered and she heard him pause in his breathing.
"Dare…I think," he whispered back, his hand tightening almost imperceptibly against her side.
Swallowing back her nerves she ran a hand up his arm over his shoulder and to the back of his head, where he usually touched her right before kissing her.
"I dare you to move," she whispered boldly and for a second she thought he would stay right where he was. Then, with the gracefulness of an experienced Quidditch player he slid on top of her each hearing the other's sharp intake of breath as skin met skin, and to complete the feeling, he touched his lips to hers feeling her hands move down his back with a gentle pressure that made him almost believe that this, right here right now, was even better than being rescued.
However there was a nagging thought in the back of his head but that didn't stop him from burying his hands in her hair.
`This needs to be happening not because we are here and the circumstances are warranting it, but because we both feel the same and will continue to do so even after we're out of here.'
Part of him knew that this wasn't happening just because they could, after all, the snog they had shared in the Room of Requirement was definitely more than just a good night kiss, so there was definitely a mutual feeling between them; that this is something they both wanted to work towards.
The seed of doubt taking over he pulled back a bit so he could speak.
"Marissa…," he began at the same time she started apologizing.
"Shhh, no, it's not that," he pressed his lips to hers until she stopped trying to talk, then he gently pulled back again, bracing himself on his elbows. He couldn't see her face but he knew it was only inches away. "I just want, er, need to know if this is something that we've both thought of before we were kidnapped. That just being here is not giving us an excuse to do things we wouldn't normally have done…I know it's not that for me…I just wanted to be sure that you don't think I'm taking advantage of you or…the situation," he stammered trying to make his doubts coherent enough for her to understand.
He felt her breathe deeply and a light touch on his hair, pushing it back from his forehead, then returned her hand to his back.
"I know what you're trying to say and believe me this isn't happening just because of the situation. I think if we were back at school it would have eventually gotten to this point, or I would've like to think it would've, but seeing that we've spent over 72 hours together has…," she paused trying to think clearly as her hands moved to his shoulders. He felt her squeeze them slightly then slowly rub her hands in little circles, causing him to close his eyes and bite back the soft moan he was about to make, "has…accelerated what we had. Does that make sense?"
Brian shifted a bit as his hand lingered on her neck then traced her collar bone before he answered her.
"Yes…and…I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page," his fingers skimmed over the top edge of her bra and she increased her grip on his shoulders. She didn't say anything and he tentatively let his hand brush along the other side of her chest and she gave a little squirm, and such a good squirm in Brian's mind, he did something he never thought he'd have the courage to try. He rested his hand uncertainly over her breast hearing her make a little hum in her throat. He bent over and kissed her, touching his tongue to hers and squeezed as gently as he could marveling at this part of Marissa no one else knew.
She arched up a bit, surprising him and moved her lips from his.
"Yes…," she hissed in a whisper. "Yes, we're on the same page," she whispered and found his lips again, wrapping her arms around him with a strength he didn't know she had, forcing him to roll to his side, taking her with him. Not wanting to let go of her he embraced her tightly, kissing her, tasting her until she slid her mouth from his and whispered she couldn't breathe. Mumbling an apology he relaxed his grip and gasped when her lips grazed his earlobe.
`Sweet Merlin that's great,' Brian thought to himself, adoring the feel of her bare back against his arms and hands, her bare stomach against his, her leg hooked through his and pressed up against certain parts of his body. He felt a blush creep down from his head to his toes, realizing that this was the first time a girl had ever felt that and he was sure he'd feel embarrassed by whatever her reaction might be.
But there was no embarrassment as hands lingered in spots, then moved--sometimes quickly resulting in a sharp intake of breath; sometimes slowly, caressing until a moan or a whispered name was heard. He helped her unbutton his jeans then as her hand moved away shyly, he tugged at the zipper and never taking his mouth from hers, kicked them off and they slid to the floor.
In between kisses they managed to communicate on the same wavelength that this was neither the place nor time for each other's "very first time". But, Marissa felt she had to hold him and move against him, enthralled in the fact that her body was speeding along light-years ahead of her, knowing what she wanted even if her brain had no idea since it seemed to have shut down when he tenderly squeezed and touched her chest.
Now here he was in his boxers, color and pattern unknown but she knew what they were, and as she explored the hard muscle of his thigh she accidentally (`…was it accidental?' she asked herself later…or did she want it to seem that way so she wouldn't seem to…eager?) brushed her hand across the front of him and he froze feeling her hand on his hip.
Her lips paused their movement along his collar bone and he could tell she was looking at him wondering if what she had done bothered him. Not being able to find his voice to answer her, he nudged her with his leg and she shifted her weight until she was on top of him, staring down knowing that their gazes were locked. She could feel something akin to a vibration that seemed to envelop them. She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders not wanting to let go for feel she'd fall over. His hands had pushed back her hair and slowly, painstakingly slow made their way over the curve of her head, down her hair and moved ever so slowly, languidly down her back, his fingers leaving trails of electrical jolts along her spine that forced her to curve her back not wanting him to stop. They continued their mapping down her hips, over her cotton knickers and when they found her thighs he sat up a bit, reached around and tugged her gently up so her hips were now over his. For a moment she froze, wanting and not wanting to rest where they both knew would be very sensitive areas.
Pushing down any embarrassment she felt, bit by bit she lowered herself, feeling his hands rub up the front of her thighs, up her stomach and, not pausing, over her chest, back to her face where he framed it with his fingers and pulled it down towards his. Just that bit of movement made her push against him, feeling something hard and unfamiliar hit her in a spot, under her knickers, she knew was sensitive but never THAT sensitive.
"Brian-," she choked out against his lips and he shushed her, running a finger over her lips then down behind her ear resulting in a shiver from Marissa. He tugged up the blanket over her back and shoulders, feeling her bend down and rest against him, deepening the kiss. Her heart was pounding against his, her arms under his shoulders. He made the first move, pushing his hips against hers, running his hands down her back and immediately she answered his movement pushing and then sliding her hips.
"Ohhh," Marissa gasped in a surprise voice at the same time Brian breathed against Marissa's cheek, "Merlin, Marissa…," her name tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop. He felt her nod and from that moment, they were lost in a rhythm only known to them, hips rocking, hearts pounding, blood pumping, voices being muffled by the dark…until Marissa cried out, her face buried in his shoulder, hands clutching his near his head and for a moment he thought he'd hurt her until he felt her shudder against him, hearing her breath come in little pants and he suddenly curved into her exploding into a million little balls of light conscious of only her and the pleasure that racked through his body.
The sounds of their gasps and heavy breathing were only heard by them and as Marissa's heart slowed down she slid off of Brian, her legs feeling like jello and knowing her body was somewhere outside of her. She hadn't known what to expect, but it certainly wasn't the intense bolt of lightening that seemed to shoot through her hips and up her back. Never did anyone prepare her for the passionate feelings that had been buried deep inside her to come out of her so violently and, she thought, loudly.
Mutely, she reached down to the floor with the hand that wasn't being held by him, and felt in her jeans for a tissue, thinking he probably needed it. No wands for scourgifying charms. Pressing it into his hand he took it but stayed still for a moment.
"So…," he said in a voice that seemed an octave lower than normal.
"So…," Marissa sighed, feeling him let go of her hand for a moment.
"That was the best Dare ever in the history of the world."
Marissa smiled, then let out a giggle, then laughed holding her stomach.
"I'd say so…and, I'm not cold anymore either."
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Salem Institute
9:15pm
Guest House for The Potter's
"So, we'll leave here at dawn tomorrow and head down south…here's a list of magical towns in Maryland we can safely apparate into." Hermione smoothed out the map on the floor where the four of them were sitting watching her. "I was thinking here," she pointed to a town at the top of the Bay. "Then we can work our way down along the banks, looking for something that resembles what Marissa described and what Devon drew. Harry doesn't have his invisibility cloak so we'll have to use other means to not be seen if we are to go peeking around people's houses."
"We can split up to cover more time. Maybe the two of us could apparate to the southern end and work our way up this side," Ginny ran her finger along the Eastern part of the Bay's coast. "Marissa said the sunset was visible out her window, so that means that the back of the house SHOULD be facing….hell, we don't know it's the back of the house do we? Could be the front…," Ginny trailed off as she realized her theory wouldn't hold.
"I think we should stick together," Harry said rubbing the bridge of his nose his glasses in his other
hand. "We can avoid the magical communities in between to cut down on time because I really don't think that
he's there. And with that topographical map President Boyle loaned us, we can concentrate on the areas with
trees."
"I agree," Draco said simply and everyone fell quiet. "I also think that if we do find them, that two of us need to secure Nott and the other two need to search the house for the kids. We need to have a plan because we can't go in there half cocked and expect everything to work out. He made it as far as his fourth? Fifth? year but that doesn't mean he hasn't learned anything else. AND, we have to remember that Brian did that charm to keep him and Marissa together…we don't know if he figured out how to undo that one yet."
"I think we should apparate the kids, if they seem able, immediately to St. Mungo's. I have permission from the Ministry and the American Government to bypass the Apparition Centers, thanks to Professor McGonagall," Ginny said and everyone agreed on that plan.
"How about Hermione and I take down Nott…Merlin knows I have wanted to forever and you two find the kids. Once we have Nott under control we can meet up."
"Fair enough," Harry agreed standing up and stretching his back. "So we'll meet around six thirty tomorrow outside here and go directly to Elkton and work our way down the East side first? Then up the West side of the Bay."
"Yep, bypassing these towns here because they are magical and concentrating on here," Hermione pointed to the center of the shore on either side showing where there were trees, "and here and here and up here. Maybe we should knock those out first. We'll have to be careful though. We have until Tuesday 7am which will be noon in Ireland. Everyone have their wands, Muggle clothes and ID's on them?"
Everyone nodded and then stood up, stretching and sighing. All four had taken a nap for an hour or so, but that didn't put much of a dent into their tiredness.
"Now, let's go get some sleep," Ginny said and with in minutes she and Draco were back next door, locking the door and getting ready to fall into the large bed that took up most of the bedroom in the back.
"All of Hogwarts will know in another few hours when the kids see that Harry and me, and our children aren't there. Not something I look forward to dealing with," Draco grumbled stripping down to his boxers and climbing in after Ginny.
"It'll be all over, just not Hogwarts…and we'll have to protect Marissa and Amy from all the press they're likely to receive."
"Yeah," Draco sighed, rolling over and burying his head in Ginny's long red hair, holding her tightly. "I hate sleeping when we should be looking."
"I know, but we need it and Marissa and Brian aren't going to fault us for sleeping. They're sleeping right now too I'd imagine."
"I hope so," Draco answered meaning more than just he agreed with her comment.
Ginny knew what he meant and the thought had struck her too, but Marissa and Brian were good kids and she knew with every bone in her body that Marissa would not go and do something stupid like lose her virginity in a place like that in a situation like this.
"Good night; I love you," Ginny whispered, feeling him kiss her cheek then settle back down.
"Me too," he mumbled and soon both were asleep, waiting for the dawn.
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