Draco whispers a spell and watches as the unfamiliar face fades away, and the one he’s spent the past 10 years searching for emerges.
“There she is,” he leans in and nuzzles her face. “Welcome home, dear wife.”
Draco whispers a spell and watches as the unfamiliar face fades away, and the one he’s spent the past 10 years searching for emerges.
“There she is,” he leans in and nuzzles her face. “Welcome home, dear wife.”
Hermione swallows nervously as the bite marks throb beneath the weakening illusion spell.
Hermione swallows nervously as the bite marks throb beneath the weakening illusion spell.
“Then I think it’s fairly obvious why I covered them up.” She narrows her eyes and then spits out, “Professor Malfoy.”
“Then I think it’s fairly obvious why I covered them up.” She narrows her eyes and then spits out, “Professor Malfoy.”
Hermione rolls her eyes. “Fine,” she says through clenched teeth and slams the door shut.
Even though her vibrator can’t tuck her into bed, it can at least handle some other things.
Hermione rolls her eyes. “Fine,” she says through clenched teeth and slams the door shut.
Even though her vibrator can’t tuck her into bed, it can at least handle some other things.
She nods, mind still reeling as she unlocks the door and shuffles inside.
“You sure you don’t want to at least tuck me in?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes.
She nods, mind still reeling as she unlocks the door and shuffles inside.
“You sure you don’t want to at least tuck me in?” She looks at him with puppy dog eyes.
All he does is laugh at her question.
“Well…” She trails off. This is not how she thought the night would end — standing outside her door as Malfoy kisses her forehead goodbye. “I will see you at the lab on Monday?”
All he does is laugh at her question.
“Well…” She trails off. This is not how she thought the night would end — standing outside her door as Malfoy kisses her forehead goodbye. “I will see you at the lab on Monday?”