She shook her head, her mane of curls moving with th motion. Draco lay draped over her, learning the map drawn into her body. He never thought he’d see her like this, bare and bathed in moonlight. There were still secrets locked behind those dark eyes, but they were soft now, loving. They’d been playing this game since that first, frantic coupling. Letting their stories come slowly. He’d told her how long he’d loved her, was shocked to learn it had been the same for her. Third year.  "The year you finally learned to manage your hair,  " she’d said, to which he could only reply it was a good thing he never held  her  to such a metric. 