The itch was gone; perhaps gone forever while she rested in his arms.

He could remember it all as though it had only happened yesterday. The violent itch forming all over his body; the pain to have her. He could remember the plans he made; the plots he concocted to feel her within the circle of his arms. He knew the potion was wrong; and he knew it was wrong to plant those lies; but he couldn't find the strength to say no.

She was sleeping at the moment; her warm moist breath fluttering against his cheek as his arm rested across her bare skin. His fingers lightly brushed across her back and he heard her sigh in her sleep as she shuffled closer to him in her sleep. Moving his hand; he brushed his hand across her hair and leaned closer to kiss the nape of her neck. Inhaling; her scent was intoxicating; fresh, feminine and his. Rolling her over; she was putty in his arms; pliable into his favourite position. He loved it when she was laying on her back; her arms raised above her head and he legs slightly splayed. Her hair fanned out on the pillow behind her head; gently he lay over her body; moving in to kiss her mouth gently before rolling over her to the other side of the bed and leaving. He was leaving her before he could hurt her further.

He had to do it now before he changed his mind; before he could backtrack on his decision. It was hard; something he had never had to do before; something he never wanted to do again. It was heart wrenching; it was devastating leaving the one person he knew he would be able to love. Pulling on his robes, he strode to the door reaching out for the handle after catching a lone tear gliding down his cheek. Taking one last look; he could see her pale skin shining in the moonlight; her chest rising and falling with the movement of her lungs. Her eyelids fluttered and her lips parted slightly; her pale pink tongue darting out between them to moisten before she spoke.

"Draco?" she murmured as the looked around the room; her eyes still half laden with sleep slowly coming to rest on his clothed body at the door, "Where are you going?".

"To the showers" he shortly answered furious with himself for not having the courage to tell her.

He was ashamed, he was a coward, he did not have the strength to live without her. His previous resolve had washed away as he glumly opened the door and headed for the showers. He knew she would be furious if she left; that she would never forgive him. She would always be the woman he loved; the only woman who could scratch his itch. He knew he could never leave her.

His itch was sated when he was with her.

I know, poor ending, but I figured that I would finally finish this story! It took me long enough. Only thing about full-time study!! Anywhoos I hope you enjoyed it and very sorry about the extremely long update. Maybe I shall finish some more of my stories off before March and give you all conclusion...But I would love some reviews, its incredibly heartening when you get reviews from people saying that they appreciate you writing, and I know I don't always do it because I'm naughty, but from an 'Authors POV' it is a great commendation for the work you have created. Although not as good as that Distinction you get from Uni!! But you get my drift...

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