โ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐จ ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐จ๐ฒโ โจพ
โ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ.
โ โ ๐คโ โ portrayal of the regal malfoy heir, enrolled as a ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง student at hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry.
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if his hands let go of her, it was only to plant themselves on either side of her head so he could hover over her on their bed.
a moment that briefly disconnected his lips from her, bringing him face to face with her again.
โhave i told you how much i love you today, miss
with the straps of her dress falling off her shoulders, pansy was soon naked down to her waist and dracoโs lips on her olive skin were setting ablaze a fire which could never die when her lover was her future husband.
moaning his name as his mouth pressed against a very โน
soon to be malfoy?โ
he stole a quick kiss, before peering down at her again. merlin, he so loved calling her his wife, even if it was yet to happen.
pansy parkinson, the most gorgeous snake of them all, and heโd ringed her finger.
he swooped down to suckle on her favorite
with her fingers pushing him to her core, she may not have been able to see his smirk grow. she may not have been able to hear it either. but he would be damned if he didnโt let her feel exactly how loud it was when his tongue slapped her clit.
when he descended on her core with
as strong a witch as she might be, she was only human. godric knew hermione was driven by emotions as much as she was driven by her brains and in this very moment, as her legs were already under the struggle of holding her under the warmth of his mouth trailing kisses โน
needed it with her fingers pushing him on. and, while he would never admit it out loud, her rather liked how they felt tangled in his hair, and she clearly needed to be rewarded for using the right words and picking the right move.
after all, there was nothing draco enjoyed
the look in his eyes speaking triumphant volumes where his lips couldnโt under her spell.
โhow desirous will i find you, when i reach your core?โ
and there it was. the fire, the glorious, radiant fire that was hermione granger. a will, a courage that could defy the odds of an entire magical society and come out on top, an ambition that could rival his own boundless one.
a fire that consumed whatever it found as fuel, be
hermione did not hate many people, but she definitely hated draco. more so when he would gloat so proudly at having gotten under her skin and managed to upset. even more so knowing he did this because he knew how she felt about him and how much she resented feeling this way. โน
it desire or hate. heat or anger. the kind of fire that could define a witch no one could stop.
and he had her seething down at him, as her thighs quivered from a little tender kiss.
and he was tender. reverent, as he laid little kisses down her inner thighs, higher and higher,
as remarkable as pansy was in her silk dress, his hands wasted no time in following suit and sliding the straps off to her arms, so that his lips could descend and leave a trail all across her neck and shoulders.
he was parched, and only the taste of her skin would sate him.
as smoking hot as draco looked in a suit, she only found interest in his tie she held onto to tug him forward as she stepped backwards without breaking their kiss.
walking them towards the bedroom, she quickly undid his tie altogether once they made it to the intended โน
he would have laughed if the silence wouldnโt have quite ruined the effect. did the little witch really think a simple silencing spell would shut him up?
the smirk on his lips was louder than ever, letting her know he knew exactly how he was getting on her nerves.
she knows ๐ฌ๐ฟ๐จ๐ช๐ป๐ณ๐ what he is waiting for her to do. however, true to himself, malfoy managed to grate her nerves.
โฆ will she ever stop feeling those stupid things for this arsehole ?
she hopes so.
in the meantime, โน
a smirk that only grew louder at the look of annoyance on her face, a look that prompted him to get on his knees and close the distance between them till he was at her feet, hands on her thighs.
he looked up at her and winked, a silent spell vanishing her skirt so he could
he didnโt know if he was conveying his hunger or hanging on for dear life, but kissing the love of his life certainly left no room for any other thought. it was hot, fierce, passionate, and 100% pansy parkinson.
as if he hadnโt already been in love, he felt its warmth,
her hands flew to cup his face as soon as their lips reunited, sighing with utter delight as he pressed her against him and she got to feel the one man sheโs loved her whole life all over again.
if anything, sheโd been starving and it was clear she intended on devouring him.