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Just a Dance	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Just a Dance
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The next month was probably one of the worst months she’d experienced post war. She had gone clubbing every weekend, desperate to try to forget what happened. And Malfoy showed up every single time. She’d snap at him, he’d smirk, they’d have a drink or two, he’d insist they dance. Then he would proceed to get more than friendly with her. The nights ended with a slap to the face and her storming out, only to face the wrath of her friends the next day. They’d threatened to put a tracking charm on her but she hexed the lot of them and they promptly changed their minds.
As if her meddling friends weren’t bad enough, Malfoy had acted like before the following Monday, not acknowledging that he’d had more than one handful of her backside. She knew she shouldn’t have expected an apology but it would have been nice. At first, it bothered her but she refused to talk about it. Work was work and completely separate from the club. He’d said so himself and she went with it. After a while, it didn’t hurt so badly. Or at least, she had convinced herself that it didn’t.
Work was hell and that had nothing and everything to do with Malfoy as well. They’d used every trick in the book, closed every loophole, crossed every ‘T’, dotted every ‘I’, checked and double checked every fact and gathered every shred of evidence they could get their hands on. It still wasn’t enough to get a conviction on the Wizengamet members. It had been a near thing, but it was still the first loss they’d ever had working together.
On top of all that, they fought like they did back at Hogwarts. Every step of the way, she and Malfoy kept up a colorful dialogue that might make a Quidditch locker room seem like a nursery school. She couldn’t help it. Things were so tense and every move he made seemed to irritate the shit out of her. She just wanted to smack him and then tie him to a desk and have her wicked way with him.
But the reason she was packing her stuff up was perhaps the worst part of her month. She and Malfoy had been put on administrative leave. They weren’t sacked, but trying to convict anyone sitting on the Wizengamet was dangerous business and every councilor was made to take a leave after such a high profile case. Or so they said. It was to be expected. Being told that she wouldn’t be working with Malfoy again upon her two week sabbatical was not. Apparently, losing one case was enough to convince their boss that they weren’t good together anymore. Or, as he put it, they’d outgrown each other. What bollocks.
She should have been happy. No more smirking ferret to aggravate and annoy her every moment of the day. They could finally get away from each other and she wouldn’t have to relive those moments at the club every time he walked in the door. She still felt his hands branded on her bum and the brush of lips against her neck. She was startled from her thoughts when the very object of her obsession walked in her door and leaned against the frame.
“All packed up?”
She nodded, careful not to make eye contact. “You?”
He held up a single briefcase. “What are you doing for the next two weeks?”
“Getting drunk,” she said darkly. “Preferably to the point of not remembering.”
He nodded. “Sounds logical.”
She sighed and grabbed her bag, walking across the room to him because there wasn’t anything else she could busy herself with. “Do you think there was anything else we could have done?”
He snorted and stepped backwards, letting her turn out the lights and lock up. “Granger, we found incontrovertible evidence against all five of those bastards. Had they been anyone else, they’d be in Azkaban by now.”
She hummed and nodded, making her way toward the lifts. “That’s what I thought.”
“We made a good team,” he said softly as she stepped into the lift.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “We did.”
The doors shut and she breathed a sigh of relief. Merlin, she needed to get laid. And drunk. Extremely drunk.
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“I think you’ll like this place,” Harry said as he led her inside a seedy muggle club. “It’s not quite as couple driven and it isn’t huge. In fact, I’ve heard it’s a great place to lose yourself.”
“That’s what I need,” Hermione muttered, adjusting the black vinyl miniskirt that Ginny had insisted on her wearing.
She was already glad she’d put a stabilizing charm on the six inch blood red ‘fuck me’ heels Ginny had leant her. She didn’t want to snap an ankle when she got too drunk to maneuver in them. And she would be that drunk by the end of the night. Ginny had been determined to help her with her serious lack of a bed partner but her heart wasn’t in it tonight. She wanted to be numb and was bound and determined to get there. So determined, in fact, that as soon as they paid their cover, she made a beeline for the bar and plopped down on one of the stools, gasping for breath when her red satin corset cut into her sides. She sat up a little straighter and tried to flag down the bartender.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
She groaned and tried to smack her head on the bar but the rigid corset wouldn’t let her. “What do you want, Malfoy?”
He sat down and placed an elbow on the table, making the royal blue silk shirt he wore stretch tight against his muscles. She glanced down to see a pair of tight black jeans and shiny dragon hide boots. Damn, did he have to be so fucking sexy?
“To get so drunk I can’t remember my name. You?”
“I seem to recall telling you the same just this afternoon.”
“So you did,” he said, trying to flag down the bartender as well.
“Where are my friends, anyway?” she muttered, looking around and realizing that the crowd was too crowded to see very far.
“Probably giving you a wide birth,” he said offhand. “I’d do the same if my friend was preparing to go on a two week bender.”
“Harry wouldn’t leave me to do that alone,” she scoffed.
Malfoy shrugged and then stuck his fingers in his mouth, letting out a mighty whistle. The bartender turned with a scowl, erasing it a moment later when Malfoy slammed a wad of pounds down on the bar. He practically flew down to them, asking what they’d have.
“Patròn,” Malfoy said gruffly. “The bottle and two glasses.”
“You’re planning to outdo me?” she asked irritably as the bartender vanished to retrieve Malfoy’s order.
“I’m planning to join you,” he said, setting one of the glasses in front of her when the bartender returned with his order.
“What?” she asked in shock.
“You want drunk? This is the fastest way I know to get there.”
She frowned. “But why are you buying?”
He sighed and poured them both a shot. “Call it an apology.”
“For?” she asked cautiously.
He quirked an eyebrow. “Apply it to whatever you believe it needs to be applied to.”
“Fucking Slytherin,” she muttered, grabbing the shot. “What should we drink to?”
He snorted and held his glass out in salute. “To losing.”
“Aye,” she agreed.
She clinked her glass against his before tapping it against the bar and slamming it back. It burned but she relished it, pleased that it was smoother than some of the other liquors that she’d tried. When she set her glass back down, she was delighted to feel warmth flowing through her veins. And equally thrilled when Malfoy filled her glass again.
“What to this time?” he asked, taking his glass and motioning to hers.
“To the Ministry,” she said. “The most corrupt criminals this side of the Dark Lord. Only slightly wiser and ten times as slippery.”
“Aye,” Malfoy said.
He didn’t look the least bit offended. He’d shucked his Death Eater image long ago, fighting on the light side during the final battle and paying reparations after the war. Instead of calling her on it, he simply toasted her glass and tapped his glass on the bar before downing it. She mirrored him, liking the burn even more.
“Another, I think,” Malfoy said, studying the slight smile on her face. “And you’re a lightweight.”
“I am not,” she scoffed. “I just like the feeling of it flowing through my veins.”
“I see,” he said, licking his lips while pouring another glass.
“Hermione! What the fuck?”
Hermione turned to see Harry forcing his way through the crowds, pulling Ginny behind him. Ron was dragging Shane behind him, his face blood red with anger. She sighed.
“This one should be to interfering friends,” she said tiredly.
“Aye,” he agreed, picking up his glass and toasting her.
She sat her glass down and motioned for another as her friends arrived. Malfoy dutifully filled their glasses again and nudged her so she’d take it.
“What is going on here?” Ron hissed.
“Drinking,” Malfoy said flatly. “Obviously.”
“Why are you here?” Ginny growled, grabbing Hermione’s wrist.
Hermione shook her off and grabbed the glass, already too tipsy to care much what her friends thought. “He already said he was drinking. What to now Malfoy?”
Malfoy scratched his chin, pretending to mull her question over as if she’d asked him to list the ingredients in Amortencia. What he was really doing was enjoying the red flush of her friends as they tried to come to terms with Malfoy sitting near their precious and fragile friend. Hermione almost snorted at his performance but held back in case she accidentally told her friends what she thought of their overbearing presence at that moment.
Finally, Malfoy nodded and held up his glass. “To administrative leave.”
“Aye!” she all but screamed, toasting him before knocking the drink back.
“Hermione,” Harry gasped. “You didn’t say you were given leave.”
“’S standard p’rceedur,” she slurred, motioning for another drink.
“I think you need to slow down,” Harry warned.
“No,” she said stubbornly. “I wanna drunk.”
“If you aren’t there, you’re damn close,” Ginny growled.
“Good,” she said, nodding in agreement. “One more oughta do it. Eh Malfoy?”
He shook his head. “You are a lightweight.”
“Fuck you,” she shot back.
His eyes flared and she felt a thrill shoot up her spine. “One more,” he breathed.
“No,” Harry said. “Give her a minute.”
“Why?” Malfoy growled. “She wants to be drunk. Let her.”
“Isn’t part of getting drunk actually enjoying it?” Harry snapped. “You let her take another one and she’ll pass out.”
“I’m right here,” Hermione exploded. “Quit talkin’ ‘bout me like I’m not in the f’king room!”
“You’re wasted and we haven’t been here ten minutes,” Harry yelled back. “Is that how you want to spend your night? Passed out in the bloody bathroom?”
“Home’s good too,” she huffed.
“Oh no,” Malfoy cut in. “You’ve got to dance first.”
“I do?” she asked, blinking in confusion. The Patròn was doing a number on her reasoning skills.
“Yep. I always get my dance.”
She frowned and started to protest for some reason that didn’t seem forthcoming but followed him just the same. Besides, he got her away from her friends. He muttered something along the lines of watching their bottle before he yanked her out on the dance floor and into his chest.
The song was almost a salsa sort of beat but the loud bass and the heavily synthesized music swept her away, allowing her to simply feel it and move. Malfoy was with her every step of the way. While her movements were sort of clumsy, his were precise, touching her in innocent places that turned into erogenous zones. She was surprised to learn that the dip in her shoulder where her bra would be if she weren’t wearing a corset was particularly sensitive.
For once, she was too drunk to care where he touched her, even leaning into him. The music changed, dark and fast with a hard beat and a message that spoke to her. She thought she made out the words ‘fuck that shit’ which she completely agreed with. She didn’t care, not anymore. Not when she was having fun.
When the music turned switched again, she had to pull back and was stopped, unsurprisingly. “Gotta pee,” she protested.
Malfoy chuckled and led her across the floor to the loos. She smirked in thanks and stumbled through the door. Once her aching bladder was relieved, she felt marginally less drunk. Strange how that happened. She sighed, mourning the loss of her amazing buzz and washed her hands.
“What the fuck was that?”
She looked up at Ginny’s screech, finding the red head in the mirror. She was standing beside her with a glare that could rival Snape’s. She wouldn’t be able to hold off Ginny any longer. She turned slowly, bracing herself against the sink in case she really was more drunk than she felt, and crossed her arms.
“What was what?”
Ginny’s jaw dropped in outrage. “You and Malfoy!”
Hermione shrugged. “We were drinking and then you said we couldn’t do that anymore so we danced.”
“Exactly!” Ginny screeched. “You danced with Malfoy.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Not the first time,” she muttered. “Not that you’d notice.”
“What?” Ginny whispered.
Hermione clamped her mouth shut and started to walk out the door. She’d already said too much. Ginny grabbed her arm and spun her around, steadying her when she stumbled.
“What do you mean this isn’t the first time?” Ginny asked quietly. “And why wouldn’t I notice?”
Hermione sighed and looked away from the concern in her best friend’s eyes. “He was there, the first time you guys convinced me to go clubbing. We danced and then I left. And every time since.”
“Is that why you ran out?” Ginny asked. “Are you afraid of Malfoy?”
Hermione burst out laughing. “Absolutely not.” Her face turned down in a scowl. “I’m bloody terrified.”
“I’ll hex him,” Ginny hissed and started to stalk out of the loo.
“It’s not what you think,” Hermione said weakly, too overcome by her sudden revelation to do much more.
Ginny spun and cocked her head. “What do you mean?”
“I am terrified, but not because I think he’s going to hex me or anything.”
“Then what are you scared of.”
“That he’ll break my heart,” Hermione whispered, rubbing her arms, suddenly chilled. “I want him. Have for a while now. But I’m afraid I’m just another plaything and I’ll get hurt.”
Ginny considered her for a long while before nodded. “If you want him, take him. Just… try not to invest your heart.”
Hermione huffed. “It’s a little late for that.”
Ginny shook her head and grabbed her in a hug. “Sweetie, I can’t say I’m happy about it, but I know from experience that if you don’t go for it, you’ll regret it. So… do what you need to do, and I’ll help you pick up the pieces if he breaks you.”
“Thanks, Gin,” Hermione breathed, trying hard not to tear up.
“Now, go out there and have some fun. Merlin knows you’re due some.”
Hermione gave her a wry smile and followed her friend outside. Malfoy was waiting by the door, looking so nonchalant it almost hurt. He smirked at them, moving off the wall to grab her arm.
“Thought Red would have whisked you away by now.”
Hermione snorted. “No. I’m not drunk enough yet.”
“We can fix that,” Malfoy said, pulling her over to the bar for more shots.
She lost track of how many she’d had. All she knew is that her friends were a lot less clingy, even joining her on her quest for totally sloshed. And the Patròn was empty. She was feeling no pain and no shame either, enjoying the way Malfoy had started resting his arm on her shoulders almost possessively. If she didn’t allow herself to think of the repercussions later, she was happy.
“Les dance,” Malfoy slurred, tugging her out onto the floor after she was good and drunk.
Her limbs would hardly cooperate with her and she laughed when he stumbled into her, nearly knocking them both over. She tried her hand at shaking her arse like a stripper and yelped in shock when he grabbed her hips and ground his groin into her. Her blood heated to a thousand degrees at the feeling of his rigid member and she couldn’t help but stand back up to feel the hard plains of his chest against her back.
She spun, almost falling in her haste to see his face. He caught her and grinned, pulling her hips into his. With her heels, she could almost look him in the eyes. Normally a light grey, his eyes turned bright silver in the flashing lights of the club. They were beautiful and successfully distracted her from the movement of his hands, right to her arse. This time, she couldn’t bring herself to care. The alcohol had successfully removed her inhibitions.
“Fuck,” Malfoy said, growling as she bucked her hips into his. “You drunk ‘nuff yet?”
She grinned goofily. “Anymore ‘n I’d be unconscious.”
“Good,” he growled, grabbing her head and pulling it to the side. “Then you won’t care ‘bout this.”
She started to question him and then groaned when he planted his lips at the base of her neck. It felt amazing and she tilted her head back to give him better access. He took it, working his way around to her shoulder and then up the side of her neck to her ear, nibbling and licking and sucking, moving to the beat the entire time. It felt like vertical fucking and she wanted, no needed more. But her damn logical brain made an appearance through the alcohol haze.
“Work,” she murmured.
“Don’t work t’gether ‘nymore,” he mumbled, working his way over her jawline. “Prolem soved.”
She giggled at the slur in his words, knowing he was every bit as drunk as her. “Still see each other.”
“You’re good at acting,” he said, rubbing his nose against hers playfully.
She forgot why she was arguing in the first place when he captured her lips in a kiss. It was a little sloppy, the alcohol detrimental to his precision, but it was still amazing. She moaned and rubbed her body against his, realizing she probably looked like a bitch in heat and not caring one whit. All she wanted was Malfoy. And she couldn’t remember for the life of her why this was such a strange situation. It was too bloody good to care either.
“Want you,” he whispered as he broke the kiss off, panting.
His pupils were blown, lust and alcohol combining to prove lethal to his normally cool composure.
“Yes,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss under his ear.
He groaned and ground his hips into hers again, his hands squeezing and kneading her arse. She whimpered and started kissing down his neck, working her way to his collar bone. Her hands quested over his body, stopping over a peculiar protrusion on his nipple.
“You’re pierced?”
He pulled back and smirked. “Wanna see?”
She nodded and gasped when he suddenly pulled back, grabbing her hand. She didn’t question it as he practically dragged her from the club and across to a nearby alley. He pulled her into his arms again, spinning. She almost stumbled when her heels sunk into thick, plush carpet. She closed her eyes to steady the sudden dizziness and nausea that apparating caused. It made the gentle slide of lips on her neck that much more intense and she gasped, her eyes flying open to take in Malfoy’s disheveled hair and molten eyes. He was sex on legs.
He smirked at her and pulled her further into his arms, grinding against her. She went with it, too far gone to care. Even the slight nausea from travel wasn’t enough to cool her ardor. Besides, she really wanted to see his piercing. Malfoy didn’t seem the type to engage in frivolous things like nipple piercings. She clumsily undid his buttons and gasped as she parted his shirt. It wasn’t just one ring, it was two, silver, delicate and yet still masculine as they glittered against his pale pink nipples. She couldn’t help but to flick them. His eyes fluttered before he pushed her back.
She yelled as she fell, only to be cut short when something soft hit her back. She looked around and realized that she was now in the middle of the fluffiest bed she’d ever had the pleasure of laying on. It was covered in a dark silk duvet but she couldn’t make out the color in the dim candle light. The rest of the room was cast in dark shadows, a dresser and nightstand and possibly a chair was all that she could see. And Malfoy, his pale skin glowing.
She tried to back up further on the bed but her corset chose that moment to catch her belly button ring and she squeaked in pain. She tried to reach down to relieve some of the pressure but Malfoy was there first, inserting two fingers under the bottom of her corset. She sighed in relief and slowly scooted further up on the bed. Malfoy’s eyes never left hers and she couldn’t help but shiver at the predatory look in his eyes. She’d always wondered what it would feel like if he’d turned those eyes on her.
He reached up and grabbed the zipper on the corset, slowly freeing her from the binding garment. She was ever so glad Ginny had convinced her to wear this one. Easy in, easy adjustment… and easy out. The seconds felt like hours, each one ticking by as Malfoy drew out the pleasure of removing her top. She wanted to shove his hand out of the way and yank the zipper down but when she moved, Malfoy stopped and grabbed her hands, pulling them over her head, clamping them to the mattress with one.
“No,” he ordered, returning to his task.
She wanted to protest but the look in his eyes was enough to stop her. It was like staring at fiendfyre and she was burning up. Finally, finally, he freed her, the sides of the corset parting and falling to the sides, like unwrapping a present. She bit her lip and watched his eyes as he assessed her. Did she measure up? Was she what he was expecting? He certainly was, toned muscles and a lean torso with only the scar Harry had given him 6th year marring his perfect skin.
Then her mind went white when he suddenly leaned down and sucked a nipple in his mouth. She whimpered and writhed, trying to get closer but her arms were still pinned down. His free hand came up to play with her other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers before pinching and plucking the sensitive bud. She arched into his hand and cried out, unable to articulate what she wanted.
Malfoy chuckled and worked his way down her body, peeling her skirt off and licking his lips at the sight of the blood red thong she wore. She fought against the hand pinning her arms down; finally winning when he decided that getting her thong off was much more important than her questing hands. She ran them down his chest, playing with the delicate silver rings that mesmerized her. She’d done the same to her own belly button ring when she first got it. Only her play was turning Malfoy on, if his sharp inhale was anything to go by.
“Do you have any more?” she breathed, gently pulling the jewelry before releasing.
“Why don’t you find out,” Malfoy said, his voice gravely with lust as he leaned over her.
She shivered and unbuttoned his jeans, delighting in the fact that there were no pants underneath. She reached in, freeing his rock hard and piercing free erection, gently caressed it. He was much larger than any of her previous lovers, not that there were that many. Still, it would be a tight fit. She shivered at the thought and tugged his jeans down the rest of the way. He had muscular thighs and she imagined the power in which he could use them. They tensed when she squeezed his weeping member and started massaging it.
His head fell back, hips lightly rolling into her touch. She reveled in the power she had at that moment. He’d teased her out on that dance floor three times now and she was bloody well going to get him back for it. She leaned over and licked the tip, savoring the salty flavor. It could have been the alcohol but he tasted much better than Ron. The feral snarl he let out when she massaged his bollocks made her shiver. She opened her mouth and let the head slip in, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking. She was rewarded with a fist in her hair and a litany of swear words falling from his lips. He was losing it. She took him in further, letting him hit the back of her throat.
“You keep that up and this will be over before it starts,” he panted.
She pulled back but kept working him with her hands. Malfoy groaned, and grabbed her hand, forcing it back above her head. “My turn,” he breathed, reaching down to run a hand through her drenched folds.
She moaned and shook her head from side to side, arching to get closer. She desperately needed more. Hell, she’d needed to get laid for months now. All the stress and frustration seemed to come to a head, winding her up tight as Malfoy continued to gently caress her lips, purposefully avoiding the one place she wanted him to touch. She bucked up, arching and wiggling to try and get him where she needed him but he kept moving away. She screamed in frustration and tried to kick him. He quickly blocked it with his shin and clamped his leg over hers.
“There will be none of that,” he growled.
“Then quit fucking around,” she yelled. “Or I’m leaving and I’ll do the job myself.”
He pursed his lips and then spread her thighs with his leg. Before she could ask what he was doing, he let go of her arms and slid down, burying his face in her quim. His tongue plunged into her center as his nose bumped her clit. She moaned and praised him, feeling the delicious tingles race up and down her spine, pooling in her belly. She was close, so close as she gripped the duvet beneath her.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” he muttered, replacing his tongue with his fingers.
“Fuck me,” she panted.
He chuckled. “Not yet.”
She screamed as he bent his fingers to brush up against the perfect spot in her core. He drew her clit between his lips and worried it, making her see stars before her body peaked and she was violently thrown over the edge of bliss. She screamed his name, his actual name, and he groaned.
“Say it again,” he ordered.
“Draco,” she sighed.
“Don’t forget it,” he growled, springing up from the ground with surprising agility.
In an instant, he was dragging her further up the bed. She spread her legs wider, accepting him. Whatever happened later would happen but in that moment, she wanted him. All of him. He lowered himself on her.
“Last chance,” he breathed.
“Fuck me,” she growled, grabbing his hips for purchase. Couldn’t he tell how badly she wanted this?
“Fine,” he said quietly, lining himself up. “But remember, you said you wanted it.”
“Please,” she whimpered, feeling the head of his cock rubbing against her entrance.
He nodded and slowly slid inside, too slowly. She bucked her hips, trying to get him to hurry but he would have none of it. He moved his hips with hers, not making any progress until she settled down and let him. She finally gave up, relaxing and laying still. He smirked and seated himself all the way inside her. She sighed at the feeling. Then he pulled back and thrust sharply, making her moan in pleasure.
“Oh Gods,” she cried when he did it again.
“Nope,” he breathed, “Just me.”
She opened her mouth to protest but his mouth was there, tongue already seeking hers out. She could taste herself on his lips but she hardly cared. He was an amazing kisser, some of the drunk clumsiness having worn off during their activities. His tongue mimicked the movement of his cock and she completely surrendered to him, unable to do anything but accept his thrusts and the whirl of his hips and the quick snatches of air that he allowed her. Her body climbed until she could barely stand it.
Then he reached down and flicked her clit and she soared, crying out into his mouth. His thrusts were strong but erratic as he followed her over, a hoarse cry leaving his lips. She rode it out, relishing the absolute pleasure and absence of any presence of thought. It was… freeing.
When he was finished, he collapsed to the side, pulling her hips sideways with his. She followed without question, enjoying the feeling of their still joined bodies. He simply stared at her, stealing a kiss every now and then before his eyes fluttered shut. Hers followed shortly.
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Her eyes flew open at the sound of rustling sheets. Her body was pinned down by something heavy. She looked around, finding the object trapping her, an arm. She looked up to see Malfoy, sound asleep and snuggled into her shoulder. She smiled at the relaxed expression on his face, almost angelic in its innocence. He was anything but innocent though and she’d overstayed her welcome.
She quickly shuffled out from under his arm, having to maneuver around a few times when he grabbed wildly at the loss. She finally detangled herself and set about finding her clothes. How they ended up scattered all about the place was a mystery but she didn’t want to leave anything. It was bad enough that she’d given into her baser urges. She did not want to face Malfoy’s smug face in the morning. She quickly shimmied into her skirt and cursed under her breath as she zipped the corset up. She vowed to never wear one again. Then she slipped out of the room and out the front door, apparating away in the dead of night to her bedroom.
She quickly stripped and sat in the shower with the water as hot as she could stand it and cried. She’d let herself have what she’d been wanting for a long time and it was amazing. But she could never have it again. And that hurt.

AN: Sooooooo... I lied. There will be 4 chapters because I'm long winded. Hope no one is disappointed. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you guys are liking this one. It's a little out of my comfort zone, though I have no idea why that is. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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