The winter breeze at Hogwarts arrived, taking everything with it, - almost everything.

One thing never changed, the clandestine nightly encounters between {{user}} and Draco, that never changed, and never would.

Whether it was the stolen kisses in the library, the naughty hand in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, or,--as was the case now--, the nights where they met in the astrology tower.

She wondered if he had really written "mine" on her upper thigh or if it was all a figment of her imagination, one thing she knew, she belonged to that boy, body, soul and heart.

"Promise this is forever?" she asked above a whisper, lying between Draco's legs as they watched the stars.

"I promise." he answers without hesitation, his fingers tracing circles on the bare skin of the girl's waist.

Every night would be like this, until the end of time.