• 1-Lost in the Music
• 2-The Wait
• 3-The Meeting
• 4-Losing Track of time
• 5-Heartache all round
• 6-Confusion and anger
• 7-Singing The blues
• 8-We need to talk!
• 9-She has to choose
• 10-Knowing all along
• 11-Standing in the spotlight (Part one)
• 12-Standing in the spotlight (Part two)
• 13-All eyes on me
• 14-Love overcomes Hate
• 15-New Beginnings
• 16-Deeper than Face Value
• 17-The dating Game (Part One)
• 18-The dating Game (Part Two)
• 19-Breaking up to make up
• 20-Mesmerised
• 21-You're the want that I want
• 22-Twisted Fate
• 23-Morning Delight
• 24-Unexpected Surprises
• 25-A Cruel Reminder
• 26-All in the Music

A/N: Apologise for the delay, I hope this chapter was worth the wait xx

Chapter 20 – Mesmerised

Friday evening found Hermione laid on her bed, passing the time until she was due to meet Ginny then Draco, her thoughts skimming over the week that had just passed, it had gone by in a haze, every waking moment taken up in some form of activity with her friends, meeting and rehearsals with Mr Lovewell or dates with Draco and Blaise. This was without all her classes and homework on top, leaving Hermione exhausted.

It was funny how her life had fit into a routine within just one week.

Her lunchtimes were no longer spent giggling and laughing with her friends at the Gryffindor table, instead she was whisked away to lunch in the ROR with Blaise as he recreated various places she longed to visit. It always surprise Hermione that Blaise always knew where she desired to go. Their date the previous day had been in Paris, in a small quaint little café with a view of the Eiffel tower. She’d absolutely loved it.

Hermione always enjoyed her dates with Blaise, they’d spend their time, laughing and getting to know each other, and the date would end with a few delicate kisses.

Hermione was attracted to Blaise, that she knew, but she couldn’t help but feel that despite everything, she knew the difference between how she felt towards him and how he felt towards her; she would always leave with the same sense of uncertainty. An uncertainty as to whether she could ever reciprocate his intentions, for that she wasn’t sure.

And then there was Draco, she’d spent every night with him as well as sharing their living quarters. It had quickly come apparent that she knew nothing about him and that she only knew him as the person he was perceived to be.

With the week catching up with her Hermione was exhausted and had crawled into her bed as soon as her final lesson had finished for the day. So now she lay on her bed thinking of the lesson she had just had and the night to come.

Hermione’s last lesson had been double potions, a lesson which she shared with both Draco and Blaise.

She’d sat in her usual seat at the front of the class next to Harry and Ron, when out of the blue a small paper dove landed on the desk in front of her. Hermione looked around to find out who had charmed the note, but no one met her eyes, even without meeting his eyes, she knew the note was from Draco, this thought brought a small smile to her face.

The dove unravelled itself revealing the note, which was sure enough signed off by Draco, his neat handwriting being a giveaway even if his name wasn’t signed at the bottom.

My little Gryffindor Lioness,

For our date tonight I will pick you up in our common room at 8pm.

Please wrap up warm; I believe it will be cold where we are heading to.

Until then, Princess.

Your Slytherin Snake

Draco

Hermione had neatly folded up the note, and placed it in the small pocket of her robes.

Now back in the comfort of her own dormitory she removed the note from her pocket and re-read it. Hermione was surprised how quickly she had become accustomed to his affectionate terms of endearment, something that sent shivers down her body whenever he spoke one to her.

Hermione’s fingers traced the neat precise handwriting on the parchment as she absentmindedly thought about whatever Draco had planned for their date. The familiar sense of butterflies began to surface in her stomach, the giddiness at getting to spend time with Draco again, alone, brought a smile that would rival a Cheshire cat to her face.

  Hermione had never been more grateful for her friendship with Ginny; she had no idea what she would do without her. Ginny had taken her role as a stylist incredibly seriously, and Hermione couldn’t help but think that she had an amazing vision and knack for styling people.

Each day Ginny had appeared fully armed with make-up, clothes and accessories and a clear idea of what she was going to do. Hermione had never seen the red headed girl’s eyes sparkle so much than when she saw her in her element. In all honesty Hermione quite enjoyed having her hair and make-up done; Ginny knew what suited her which always surprised Hermione. Ginny would dress her in clothes she had never considered would suit her.

Ginny had also gone to the lengths of choosing her dress for her for the Yule ball. Her dress was being kept under a lock and key, the grand unveiling only happening once she had the dress on. Although it unnerved her slightly that she had no idea what the dress looked like, she trusted Ginny. She wouldn’t make her wear something awful, would she?

A soft knocking on the door startled Hermione from her musings. “Mione, it’s me.” Came the small voice from behind the door.

Hermione shuffled from her bed, the note laid across her pillows, she didn’t mind if Ginny saw it, Ginny was the only one who really understood what was going on. Hermione opened her bedroom door to find Ginny with a bright smile, her arms full with clothes bags, and make up. Hermione immediately began to help her friend carry it all into her room.

“Is it that time already?” Hermione asked.

“Yup.” Ginny said with Mirth.

Hermione’s eyes wandered over the bags that Ginny had brought with her, there was definitely more things than previous days, Hermione concluded.

“You have a few layers for tonight.” Ginny said picking up on her friend’s dubiousness.

“Layers?” Hermione asked questioningly.

Ginny nodded. “You need to wrap up warm for what you’re doing tonight.” She said removing clothes from the bags and hanging them up with a simply charm.

“So you know what we’re doing then?” Hermione asked attentively.

Ginny spun around to face her friend. “Mione, Malfoy has put a lot of effort into tonight, he’s really trying, you know?” Hermione nodded, she did know that Draco was trying. Whereas Blaise would recreate places she wanted to go, her dates with Draco were much more personal, which always showed how much thought he had put into it.

“Anyway…” Ginny said continuing “He asked me if you would like what he had planned for tonight. When he told me, Mione, I swear I have never felt more jealous of you. You’ll love it, but more than that, he’s thought about it. Like really thought about it.” She said facing her friend.

Hermione nodded accepting her friend’s statement.

Ginny quickly manoeuvred Hermione to sit in her desk chair, beginning with applying Hermione’s make-up. Hermione never needed much make-up; she had a clear flawless complexion, her soft tan making her look radiant. Ginny envied her friend. Although her own complexion was good in comparison to some of the female students within Hogwarts, Ginny still had to battle with a few spots every now and then; Hermione on the other hand had none.

Adding a soft blush to Hermione’s cheek bones, Ginny turned her attention to emphasising Hermione’s amber eyes. Ginny chose neutral tones to help complement the outfit she had picked out for Hermione. As she was applying the eye-shadow Ginny slipped into her own thoughts about tomorrow’s ball.

Hermione had no idea what Ginny had up her sleeve, when Ginny would be finished with her, she would be beyond recognition, a different woman. Ginny was also looking forward to the company. During the week she had called an end to her relationship with Harry, she was shocked in the aftermath to learn that she didn’t feel as upset as she felt she should, Perhaps it was because they had remained friends?

Ginny had to be honest with herself though, she felt better being single in some sense however with the Yule ball right around the corner she had panicked slightly at not having a date.

Ginny began to feel her giddiness rise to the surface, and strained to focus on her task at hand, helping Hermione get ready. Using her self-control she refrained from dancing around the room instead she settling for an incredible happy smile. The day after breaking up with Harry, she had been approached by Blaise, who had asked her to be his date for the ball. She: Ginevra Weasley was going to be the date to one: Blaise Zabini.

She and Hermione had discussed it at length, as Ginny feared that she was trespassing on her friends position, It still surprised Ginny how well Hermione had taken it, in fact she seemed happy for her. This confused Ginny and although Hermione and Draco would be joining them, Ginny was still confused as to why Blaise had asked her, when he could have any girl he wanted, granted he wanted Hermione. This is what kept Ginny from pouncing on the dark haired Italian. Perhaps Hermione had asked Blaise to ask her? Maybe not? Either way Ginny was happy for the opportunity.

With Hermione’s make up finished, Ginny began to style Hermione’s golden brown ringlets.

“Gin?” Hermione asked watching her friend in the mirror on her makeshift dressing table.

“Yeah?” Ginny asked as she carefully swept Hermione’s hair to the left, securing it with a small brown band that matched the colour of Hermione’s hair.

Hermione contemplated her next question “You like him don’t you? Blaise I mean?”

Ginny stopped moving, her gaze dropping to the floor as she nodded her head. She was unable to look at her friend; she didn’t want to see the look of betrayal she was sure she would see in Hermione’s expression.

Hermione’s fingers reached for Ginny’s chin tipping her face up so that her blue eyes met her own. “I haven’t done anything with him.” Ginny said meekly “I wouldn’t you’re dating him, I’d never do that, especially not to you.” Hermione smiled softly.

“It’s okay, Gin. Blaise is very attractive, charming and lovely, Of course you like him, I like him too.” Ginny nodded.

Ginny went back to styling Hermione’s hair when Hermione’s delicate hand reached for her own. Hermione twisted round so that her entire body faced Ginny’s small frame.

“Can I tell you something?” Hermione asked contemplatively.

Ginny Nodded. “Sure, Mione. Anything.”

“I think after tonight I’ll have made my decision. I’m going to tell them tomorrow. I can’t keep going like this it’s just not fair, they need to know where they stand. I do, and now so do you. I don’t want you being messed around, you’re like my sister. So at least if I make a decision, we can move forward. Do you understand?” Hermione asked.

Ginny hugged her best friend, “Of course I understand, Mione. As long as you’re happy and you make the right choice for you, I’ll be happy for you… Right we need to get you finished for your final date.” Ginny giggled as she continued to twist Hermione’s hair. By the time she had finished, Hermione’s hair was positioned and styled in to a messy side bun, with loose tresses of curls framing her face elegantly; the bun would look casual enough with the outfit Ginny was now helping Hermione into.

Hermione wore dark wash skinny jeans, a long sleeved white fittest t-shirt and a dark blue gilet body warmer complete with a fur trimmed hood. Ginny then finished the ensemble by adding a pair of black ballet, dolly shoes, some white ear muffs, gloves and a scarf. Much to Hermione’s despair, she was now completely anxious as the where Draco was taking her.

All too soon 8pm came around and the familiar noise of her alarm beeped indicating it was time to meet Draco.

“Thanks, Gin.” She said smiling at her reflection in the mirror. She couldn’t help but think she looked similar to the girls she saw going skiing in the Austrian alps one holiday she’d had with her parents when she was younger.

Hermione turned to leave just as Ginny grabbed her hand. “I almost forgot to give you these” she said with a small laugh. Ginny unravelled her hand to reveal a pair of think black woollen socks. Hermione’s face was comical. “Trust me, Mione. You’ll need them.” Ginny said, now laughing at her utterly confounded friends.

“Thanks, I think.” Hermione said before hugging Ginny again and departing from her room to meet Draco.

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Hermione found Draco in his usual spot in front of the fire; she couldn’t help noticing that he wore a similar outfit to her own, minus the ear muffs. He wore a gilet body warmer which was unzipped revealing a fitted long sleeve t-shirt which clung so tight Hermione could see the outline of his toned abs, he then wore a pair of black jeans, with a scarf tossed around his shoulders, gloves in hand.

Draco had looked up to find Hermione studying his form, “Ready?” He asked with a small smile. Hermione nodded taking his outstretched hand as they left the head dorm hand in hand. It was strange how comfortable they now felt with each other. For each of them it felt natural to be close to the other, second nature to intertwine their hands together as they walked through the halls.

“So where are we going?” Hermione asked as they walked through the quiet halls.

“You’ll see soon enough.” Draco replied with a soft smirk.

“Really? You’re not going to tell me?” Hermione said ceasing walking to gaze up at Draco, the height difference only slight between the pair.

Draco smiled “Patience my little Lioness all will be revealed in time.”  He said withdrawing his hand from hers. Hermione almost pouted at the loss of contact, before she felt his arm wrap around her waist drawing her body close to his. “Shall we continue?” He asked his eyebrow quirking at her questioningly. “Sure.” She said as they began walking, Hermione’s eyes roamed the stones of the hallway, she trusted Draco enough now to lead her to the place, since she had no idea where he was taking her.

Soon enough Draco had stopped walking, which had brought Hermione out of her daze, her eyes focused on the familiar sight of the ROR doors, and she felt a short pang of disappointment. Her dates with Draco had always been outside in the open that was in some sense a reason as why she preferred her Dates with Draco. Although her dates with Blaise simulated being outside, there wasn’t the same atmosphere, she couldn’t feel the wind blowing though her hair, something that had become so accustom on her dates with Draco, the freedom of it almost.

Draco took a step forward; Hermione attempted to do the same but faltered in her hesitancy.

Draco picked up on Hermione’s train of thoughts immediately, her mood and feelings being reflected in her eyes. Draco mused about the muggle saying ‘the eyes are a gateway to a person’s soul’ In Hermione’s case this was definitely accurate.

“Princess?” He said gaining Hermione’s attention. “I know you always come here on your dates with Blaise but I assure you, that the thing that I’ve created in there is different to anything you will have done with him. I’ve put a lot of thought into this, could you just have a look. Please?” he asked softly.

It was his ‘Please.’ That had got to her, she reached out to take his hand but he pulled away, and action that scared Hermione, before she could contemplate further on the action, Draco was behind her whispering in her ear. “Do you trust me?” he whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear. She managed to nod.

His large hands covered her eyes as he led her into the Room of Requirement.

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Cold. That was the first thing that Hermione registered when she entered the room. Wherever Draco had brought her it was cold, and she was grateful for the warning to wrap up warm. Draco’s hands were removed from her eyes grasping her hips to stabilise her as she adjusted to her surroundings.

Hermione’s eyes opened cautiously, a small gasp escaping her lips.

 In front of her was an ice rink. A large Christmas tree stood next to it, the decadent decorations lighting up the tree, the baubles a vast array of their house colours, Red, Gold, Green and Silver. Hermione had never seen anything more beautiful; she looked to the top of the tree to find a beautiful silver and gold star. As she looked at the top of the tree, she noticed the ceiling, just like the one in the great hall it was charmed, showing the starry night sky, snowflakes of all sizes dancing in the moonlight. Hermione was speechless.

“Do you like it?” Draco said appearing with two pairs of ice skates. Hermione nodded mesmerised by the view before her. “Why?” she managed to get out. She’d been told by both Draco and Ginny that he had thought about this particular date, now she wanted to hear the reason.

“Why? Oh right yeah, why I chose this?” he said taken aback. Hermione nodded turning slightly to face him.

“Well. That day you were hung over, I remember picking up the picture of you at ballet when you were younger. I remember having a realisation of the answer to a question I asked myself years ago.” He said looking back at Hermione.

“What was the question?” Hermione asked quietly.

Draco laughed. “It was back in fourth year, and the lake had iced over. I watched you from afar as you skated on it so elegantly, like a swan gliding on the water, and then you spun and jumped and I remember asking myself how you learnt to do that, and why did you have such Grace? Then I found out that you did ballet and it all made sense. You looked like you were having fun, so I tried it myself and I enjoyed. So I decided that I wanted to bring you ice skating, I wanted you to skate with me.” He finished looking meek at his confession for watching her.

 Hermione moved closer to Draco until her body was pressed against his, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck pulling his head down to hers. “I’d love to skate with you, Draco.” She whispered before she pressed her lips to his. Her kiss was soft and tentative, and Draco longed to deepen it. To tell her how he felt about her, to tell her what words failed to do.

His hands reached her hips drawing her closer, her thigh between his legs, his own thigh between hers, their body moulding to the others in perfect harmony, only parting when the need for oxygen prevented them to continue.

“Shall we skate?” Draco asked huskily, his voice laced with need and desire for the vixen in front of him.

“Of course.” Hermione said placing a final kiss on his slightly parted lips, before she winked and turned away to put her skates on.

Draco shook his head, it was so hard to be level headed around this witch, she was like a drug, he reached a high with her that he never felt possible, she was insatiable, addictive and such a turn on. Their dates had always ended with a passionate kiss that left him wanting so much more, the more he couldn’t have unless she chose him. This resulted in Draco having to relieve himself much more than usual. His mind was never free of her, his thought plagued by her proximity, his desire so great he thought he would go crazy, no love potion could be this strong, could it?

Hermione stepped out on to the ice, skating backwards, her eyes never once leaving Draco’s “Are you coming to join me?” she asked in a provocative tone that when straight to his groin, would she say it like that if she asked me to join her in bed? Draco thought. He quickly dismissed the thought when he caught sight of Hermione’s arched eyebrow and questioning expression, the mischievous smirk stated she knew the effect it had, had on him. Tease Draco muttered to himself as he too stepped on to the ice.

Draco took Hermione’s outstretched hand as he skated by her, pulling her along with him.

The two skated around the ice rink several times, hand in hand, laughing and talking about everything and anything, each at ease with the other.

“So how about you show me what you can do Mr Malfoy?” Hermione teased.

Draco laughed “My dear Miss Granger, I will have you know I could teach you a trick or too, on and off the ice.” He said with a wink, Draco was rewarded with a blush from Hermione, as he dropped her hand and skated a short distance away from her.

Hermione stood propped against the side to observe Draco in all his glory, the way he moved, how his body tensed and relaxed, how his hair moved in the breeze whilst he skated. She could watch him forever studying ever minute detail. Her eyes rested on his face registering the look of concentration on his face. Licking his lips he began to skate faster across the ice, he jumped high in the air and then landed effortlessly, a move that Hermione knew to be called an Axel. Hermione smiled and clapped enthusiastically. Draco smiled.

“Come my little Lioness, dance with me?” He waved his hand motioning for music to fill the room as Hermione skated to his side. Draco took her hand leading her around the ice as the opening to Frank Sinatra’s the way you look tonight played around them, transporting them into a snowy wonderland that was built for just the two of them.

Draco held her closer as he dipped her over his arm as she stood on her ice picks spinning her round, their eyes only for each other. Somewhere amidst the song and dancing Draco had begun to sing along, only he was singing the song to her.

Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft,

There is nothing for me but to love you,

And the way you look tonight.

With each word your tenderness grows,

Tearing my fear apart

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,

It touches my foolish heart.

Hermione’s heart was beating hard in her chest, He was singing. Draco Malfoy was singing to her, stroking and caressing her cheeks, their bodies so close, moving together. Hermione had never felt more beautiful than she did in this moment. It couldn’t be more perfect for Hermione as the instruments played and Draco spun her around, she giggled when he touched her nose on the line of ‘And that laugh that wrinkles your nose’. The song ended leaving the couple staring into the depths of each other’s eyes. Draco’s once hard cold silvery blue eyes were warm and comforting.

Draco stared in to Hermione’s eyes noticing the molten gold look they had taken. He hadn’t meant to sing along, but he felt compelled, he wanted to sing to her, swoon her. Ironically the song portrayed everything he felt. He was fighting an inner battle as to whether he wanted Hermione to know that he had purposefully chosen that song for that very reason.

“You’re so beautiful Hermione.” Slipped out of his mouth before he’d even registered it, he hated it when his body just took over, he found himself reacting in ways he didn’t understand with this witch. He’d never been a romantic, and now all he wanted to do was sweep her off her feet and sit in front of the fire, holding her.

With that thought in mind he pulled her in for a chaste kiss and pulled her over to the side of the rink. With a wave of his wand, he banished their ice skates, their normal footwear returning. He then pulled Hermione to him abruptly as he apparated them back to the head dorm common room.

Hermione was dazed and disorientated when she realised where they were, the fire was roaring, heating the room intensely. But she never once left the passionate stare radiating from Draco; he picked her up as Hermione stifled a scream of shock, before he sat down on the large cream sofa before placing Hermione on top of him.

Hermione sighed in complete contentment and the contact, resting her head on Draco’s chest, the steady beating of his heart hypnotising her, he was so alive, this moment was so real, it wasn’t just something she’d dreamed of, this was really happening.

The room was silent except for their breathing and the crackling of the fire, neither Hermione nor Draco wished to move from their current positions, each too comfortable in their embrace.

Hermione closer her eyes as Draco began to scatter light kisses from her mouth across her chin, down her neck and then across her collar bone.  A small sigh escaping as he nipped at the tender flesh, finding sensitive spots Hermione never knew existed. Draco teased her skin Kissing, licking and trailing his teeth across it, until the desire in Hermione’s loins grew too much; she shifted in her position, to kiss his throat just below his Adams apple. Sucking the tender skin and lightly biting which elicited a groan from Draco.

Draco’s hands made their way to Hermione’s hair undoing all the tiny pins that kept her hair in position until it flowed freely into the silk curls he longed to run his fingers through. He pulled her face towards his own, his lips touching hers seeking access to her mouth to taste her, as his hands massaged her scalp, playing with strands of her hair.

Hermione was hot, so very hot. Her entire body was on fire from desire, she wanted him, she wanted him so much more than she’d ever wanted anything before, she needed him closer, to feel skin on skin. This shocked her. Hermione had never felt a sexual need, hell she didn’t think she even had a sexual desire, but here and now all she wanted was Draco, to be with Draco in every sense imaginable.

Her hands unzipped her Gilet jacket, in the attempt to remove as much clothing as possibly. As she moved Hermione could feel something hard brush against her bottom, the realisation made her blush, Draco was excited. Her hands made work removing Draco’s gilet as his hand made their way to her hips holding her in position in an attempt to prevent Hermione from rubbing against his swollen member any more than she was. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not Draco wasn’t sure but he suspected she was.

Draco became instantly aware of her hands on his body, tracing the outline as she trailed her soft butterfly kisses, which burnt his skin.

He wanted her so bad, to be inside her, have her writhing underneath him, to see her fall apart in his arms as she was pushed over the edge into complete and utter ecstasy, to hear her scream his name as her body was overcome with pleasure. He needed her so much it hurt.

And then she uttered those words, three little words that sent electricity through every nerve ending. Her soft whimper of a plea.

“I need you.”

Before he could think he’d removed her top exposing her toned curvy body, her perky breasts contained in a white lace bra. He kissed her chest, as Hermione watched, her eyes darkened with lust, her hands tangled in his soft platinum hair.

“Draco.” She whispered, her thumb trailing his chin as she leant forward to kiss him, hard, readily awaiting more.

Draco began to remove his own top, exposing his pale flesh to a lust fuelled Hermione who looked over him with half lidded eyes. And then he was cupping her bum, pulling her closer, her breasts level with his face. Her hot aching core was position over his increasingly hard erection, the contact causing it to twitch, the friction causing Hermione to moan softly. Draco didn’t think he’d ever heard such an erotic sound.

And then he was kissing her, roughly, passionately as their tongues battled for dominance, Hermione’s hips rocking and gyrating over Draco’s length, the friction hitting Hermione in the same spot that urged for her release, she could feel the tension knotting and building in her stomach every movement pushing her further and further until she couldn’t  stand the ache anymore, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t breathe and then she was pushed over the edge into nothingness as her entire body convulsed and she screamed as her body was awash with pleasure.

“Drraaccoo!”

That was the final straw for Draco, her rocking had stunned him, her animalistic need taking over anything logical, and he couldn’t stop it, his need too great. She’d become frantic in search of her release, and then it came. And she came undone in his arms, just as he had imagined she would, her hair wild, a soft blush gracing her feature and a sheen of sweat from pent up energy. It took every ounce of his being not to come, he watched as her breast bounced as she moved and then she screamed her release her hands grasping hold of his shoulder tightly her nails digging into the flesh, and then she shouted his name; his name uttered from those perfect lips, which in turn brought his own release on violently as his cock twitched spilling his seed within the containment of his underwear and jeans.

He was panting, trying to regain his breath, Hermione had gone limb in his arms, her small frame leant against his. Her head resting on his shoulders, the only sound being her rhythmic breathing.

Draco moved a strand of hair to gaze at the girl who had filled him with a passion he never knew to exist, he wanted to gaze at her in awe, to tell her everything he felt in that moment. Turning his head he caught a glimpse of a sleeping Hermione, a small smile splayed across her features.

Draco smiled to himself, she’d fallen asleep, her orgasm had been so strong it had rendered her unconscious.

Draco summoned any remaining energy and lifted Hermione up, carrying her to her bed. He placed her on the sheets softly, removing her shoes before covering her over. He moved a loose curl from her face and then kissed her lips lovingly.

He then leant down to Hermione’s ear and whispered softly “I can’t tell you how much you mean to me, Lioness. I only know that I will go to the end of this earth for you, to protect you, to make you happy. You are my life, my world and my salvation.”

He then walked from the room only once glancing back at the sleeping form of the girl who had claimed his heart.

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A/N

So I’m completely in love with Draco, he’s such a cutie