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The English Rose	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 20463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The English Rose

Chapter Three

     The kiss really messed with my head. More than once I caught myself reliving Draco’s tongue deep in my mouth. That was usually followed by a sudden need to retire to my bedroom where I shamelessly pleasured myself. Except I didn’t. Oh I wanted to, but each time my eyes fell closed and my hand traveled south with visions of Malfoy, careening through my brain, I stopped myself. A good witch does not masturbate to the fantasy of a Malfoy! I had it bad.

     “I found them! After all these years,” Ron shouted and his eyes misted over almost immediately as he gazed down at the newspaper that was folded in his lap.
     “What did you find?” I asked with eager anticipation as I sat in the kitchen of the brothel sorting silverware.
     “My family,” he said and he beamed.
     “Oh, Ron—Rob! That is fantastic news,” I said and I stood and threw my arms around him.
     “Yeah, George reopened the Joke Shop. Can you believe it? Right where it was before!” Ron was excited as he thrust the newspaper into my hands. Sure enough, Weasleys Wizard Wheezes was once again open for business. There was even a picture of George standing outside the shop and wearing a top hat. I cocked my head and stared quizzically at the woman who was at his side.
     “I have to go there immediately,” Ron said.
     “I—Ron I get your eagerness. This is fantastic news for sure, but you can’t go there. Diagon Alley is the mouth of the beast! Voldemort resides there and the Ministry—“
     “It’s my brother, and maybe more of them too. I can be there by tomorrow night if I leave now,” he exclaimed excitedly.
     “Ron, did you see this?” I said in a state of shock and I set the newspaper down and stared at the redhead with a blank stare. Was I seeing things?
     “Ron, isn’t that Ginny, uh, locking lips with George?”
     “Oh Merlin, it is Ginny! Thank you so much, I didn’t recognize her. She’s really grown up hasn’t she?”
     “I’ll say, and she’s kissing your brother.”
     “Yeah,” Ron stared at the picture and his reaction mimicked mine. He looked perplexed, but then his expression changed back to happiness. “It’s harmless. It’s just an innocent kiss,” he said.
     “Are you sure about that? I mean, I don’t want to spoil your happiness and you should be happy. George and Ginny are alive, and that is great, great news, but…”
     “Then don’t spoil it. I know what you’re thinking, that the kiss looks a little, well, not brotherly or sisterly but it’s rubbish. Knowing old Rita Skeeter she wrote the article and then charmed the picture to look like their kissing, just to embarrass them. We both know how unethical she is!”
     “Well yes, she is perfectly capable of doing such a thing. Just—what if it’s real? How will you feel about that?” I asked and he frowned at me. “Not to mention the danger you’d be in if you suddenly turned up there. They still have a warrant out for us and need I remind you that they don’t want us brought in alive. You’d be the target of every Death Eater. Imagine what Voldemort would give to the man or woman who brought in Ron Weasley?” I said in no more than a whisper. Nobody knew who we were, and I intended to keep it that way. Not even the girls knew that I was once Hermione Granger, Harry Potter’s right hand and high ranking member of the Order of the Phoenix.
     “You’re one to talk of Death Eaters. Tell me, did bloody Malfoy stick his Death Eater prick in you yet?” Ron said with gritted teeth.
     “You know, I’m not your enemy here! I’m just worried for you.”
     “Well don’t be. I’ll be careful and the glamors should keep me safe.”
     “I wish you wouldn’t go. I don’t think its safe, but I understand why you have to,” I said and I reached out and held his freckled hand. “Don’t forget your papers. You know there will be checkpoints along the way.”
     “Yeah, thanks for reminding me. I nearly forgot my papers,” he said as he filled a knapsack with loaves of bread and coins for his journey.
     “We are expected at the Magistrates office today. It’s the end of the month.”
     “Bloody hell! That will take hours. I wanted to go right away. I don’t see why they need to check Halfblood’s wands too. I mean, I’m not a Mudblood for Merlin sakes,” Ron said annoyed and my jaw dropped.
     “How dare you use that term and to me of all people,” I said angrily.
     “Did I say Mudblood?” he asked and I nodded and folded my arms in front of me. “Yeah, I’m sorry Rose. I just want to get a move on and I hate going to have my wand checked. My palms start sweating and I’m just waiting for one of them to recognize me and then haul me off to Azkaban.”
     “Azkaban is the least of your worries. If they recognize us we won’t be going to Azkaban.” Ron gulped.
     “It will be fine. I’m heading there myself. We can go together.”

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     The line was one hundred deep and my legs were beginning to ache as I stood in the line designated for ‘Mudbloods’. The Halfblood line moved much quicker, mainly because there were more Wand Checkers working that line. Our line only had one wizard who was so old he was practically ancient. He often forgot what he was doing in the midst of casting the spell that assessed our wand usage and then he had to start over again. It was time consuming and ridiculous. If I had to compare it to something in the Muggle world the only thought that came to mind was standing in line at a bank or perhaps the Department of Motor Vehicles. It took the whole day in other words. I yawned and closed my eyes as I teetered on tired legs.
     “What the bloody hell is this?” someone shouted, his voice echoing through the building. I popped my eyes open when I heard that particular voice. It was Malfoy’s voice. I watched curiously as he chastised the Magistrate who was in charge.
     “But my Liege, I assure you that this is the way it’s always been done. It takes time and the people have no qualms with waiting. Each and every wand must be checked thoroughly,” he defended.
     “Most of the people here have jobs, jobs that they are not at because they are instead standing here,” Malfoy shouted at the Magistrate. “Some even own businesses, and yet here they stand too. No, this is unacceptable. You will split people into groups. It will go much faster. Here, I’ll show you,” Malfoy went on and several in line began to clap wildly. Ron looked over at me from the Halfblood line and he shrugged.
     Things did progress much faster. I was lumped into the business owners group, which was to Malfoy’s credit. I was also given ten new spells per month towards my lot as Malfoy’s new rule said that business owners needed more spells since they were responsible for the health and wellbeing of employees. All in all it was a step in the right direction and I was once again back up to twenty spells per month. True, I needed more still but Rome wasn’t built in a day I reminded myself. I was free and clear from punishment for having gone over (which I was careful not to do) and was on my way out not having to wait for Ron because he was already gone, when a woman nearly bowled me over in the door way on her way in as I was headed out. “Please forgive me,” she said politely but she stopped and stared at me.
     “Oh no, it’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention,” I said in response. Judging by the awful hat (that looked like a Robin’s nest and had blue eggs stuck to the sides and top of the hat) the woman was a Pureblood. Still, she was nice and she apologized to me so I was polite in return. Her staring though was beginning to bug me. The masked Death Eater who stood next to her as an escort nodded to the petite woman with the sheet of blonde hair and that is when I suddenly realized who she was. I never knew her, not well anyway, back in our Hogwarts days. She was in Slytherin and a year or two behind me, but I saw her in the halls, usually with that cackling jackal, Pansy Parkinson and Malfoy too, let’s be honest. It was Astoria Greengrass.
     “This is the one?” Astoria asked the silent Death Eater. He nodded in reply. “I see,” she said and she frowned ever so slightly. Her lip began to quiver as if she was nervous and then I saw her swallow hard as if she eaten a big bite of steak that was uncomfortable to swallow.
     “You’re Rose I assume?” she asked and I suddenly didn’t like where the conversation was headed.
     “I—yes I am,” I replied, tongue tied.
     “I’d like to speak to you, in a more appropriate place of course,” she said in no more than a low whisper.
     “Well I was just leaving,” I said and I started past her.
     “You will wait for me in my carriage. It’s just outside,” she said more sternly.
     “What’s this about?” I asked.
     “My fiancée,” she said with a serious expression. “I know all about you, so you will give me this time,” Astoria said and I reluctantly nodded.
     “Good. I will be along shortly. I must first greet my fiancé, the Liege,” she said.

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     Purebloods were snobs. I must have waited for a full half hour inside Astoria’s posh carriage, as I sat there and fidgeted with my wand. Finally Malfoy’s fiancé got into the carriage. She instructed the driver to go as the wheels began to turn and we bounced down the potholed, dirt road that was the main thoroughfare through the town of Blind Falls. “My apologies. Draco was simply delighted to see me and well you know men,” she said and she twittered with fake laughter. I had no idea how to take that at all. Was she trying to convey that she and Malfoy had sex on the Magistrates desk, or what? I had a hard time believing that, but then again I didn’t know what sort of relationship the blond and his bride-to-be had, though the fact that I was even part of the equation at all told me that she was probably full of shit. “Miss, I should really be going. I have a business and I’ve already been gone far too long. So if you could just ask your driver to stop the carriage and let me out—“ I began but she cut me off abruptly.
     “I say when this carriage stops and don’t lie to me. You own a Brothel. I would hardly call that a business, not a respectable one anyway,” she said rudely but on her face she wore the expression of distress. She looked worried. “You should address me as ‘My Lady’ not Miss. A miss is a young maiden, not a woman who will be married to a Liege.”
     “Technically, you’re not married yet, so Miss is still the appropriate term,” I corrected and then I reminded myself to shut up already! I just couldn’t help it. I hated to be corrected even still, especially when I knew I was right. Lady my arse! She was his fiancée not his wife. “I’m sorry, my lady,” I said when her expression turned to dangerous in a flash.
     “I have one question for you,” she said and I went on alert. “Are you sleeping with Draco?” I fingered my wand that lay next to my thigh on the plush seat of the carriage. Just in case.
     “Do you want me to be honest…or?” I said with a great amount of hesitancy.
     “Of course I want you to be honest, silly woman!”
     “Alright, then the answer is yes.”
     “I see. I don’t know what he sees in you. You are perfectly plain. You don’t have any delusions that he loves you, do you? You’re a Mudblood and a whore. You’re aware of your designation?”
     “Oh yes Miss,” I said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. “I’m well aware of my dirty blood.”
     “Well, good. Perhaps you and I will get on just fine in that case.” My eyes bulged when she said it. “This isn’t what you think it is, Rose. I’m not here to tell you to keep your hands off my husband. All Pureblood men have Mistresses, it’s perfectly normal. Of course you wouldn’t know that, so I don’t blame you for your unease back at the Magistrates when I asked to speak with you.”
     “It doesn’t bother you the things that he and I do?”
     “No, why should it?” she asked as if my question was preposterous.
     “If you love him, then knowing that another woman shares his bed might make one feel a sense of hurt and perhaps even a little… jealous,” I said. She roared with laughter at that.
     “Love has nothing to do with Pureblood marriages. Love? Stupid woman. I do think highly of Draco and I admit that I find him attractive. I even look forward to the act of conception when it comes time to bear him an heir, but let us not mistake that with love. Love is something foreign to Purebloods. Duty. Prestige. Respectability. Money. Loyalty to the Dark Lord. These are important to my people and to me as well. I stand to inherit a great fortune by marrying Draco Malfoy. My family will move up the ladder in society and with that comes great wealth and prosperity. My child will inherit Draco’s lands and his title once he comes of age and he will see me into my old age.”
     “I see,” I said feeling completely disgusted. A marriage based on all the wrong things, I thought to myself. “So then when you say child you mean your firstborn son I take it?” I asked finding myself curious. It was like watching a train wreck and yet I found their whole absurd system of beliefs fascinating. It was still beyond me how their side even won the war, but then I guess it made sense when it came right down to it. If you aren’t bound by love then doing dastardly acts clearly became easier. That’s why Death Eaters didn’t flinch upon casting the killing curse. Life wasn’t precious to them because love wasn’t a factor at all! It finally made sense. And right out of the horse’s mouth. In fact, Astoria bore a striking resemblance to a horse.
     “It should be a son, yes,” she commented as she stared out the window with a blank expression. “One child is all I can give him,” she said and I was perplexed.
     “Why, I mean is it written that a Liege can only have one child?” I asked, clueless.
     “It’s because all Malfoy heirs can only have one child on account of the curse that was put on Draco’s Great Grandfather, stupid girl!” she lashed at me. “Everyone knows that!” I didn’t. “Driver stop! I want this Mudblood filth out of my carriage at once. Fuck my husband if you will but do not get yourself in the family way! Should that happen your child will be sacrificed to the Dark Lord at once! I won’t have anyone get in my way. You aren’t pregnant, are you?” she said and she pointed her wand at my stomach.
     “No! We haven’t even had sex! I mean we have but not that,” I said. Suddenly the carriage stopped and the door flung open where I was hauled out by my arm and tossed out onto the muddy road. “Nice to meet you too Astoria!” I shrieked, and then I began the long walk back to brothel. Home.

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     He presented me with a champagne colored rose and I took it kindly. “Thank you,” I said but my heart wasn’t in it. For one thing, I had blisters on my feet from the carriage ride where I was thrown out like rubbish onto the side of road on the opposite side of town mind you. I had to walk several miles in the sleeting rain in order to get back. I ushered the Liege in and made for the back room where Katydid was performing a mono version of the Nutcracker. Yes, it was as awkward as it sounded, even though she looked pretty in her tutu and pasties.
     “Still not your favorite?” Malfoy asked about the rose.
     “No, but it’s beautiful,” I said with a polite smile.
     “I’ll get it right one of these times,” he said and he wrapped a snug arm around my waist as we proceeded to the back, darkly lit booth. His gesture was territorial in nature, or at least it seemed as such since the tavern was full of patrons as we glided past them. It felt like Malfoy wanted all of them to know that I was his. His whore. The mere thought made me ill, and yet there I was sitting next to him watching the Nutcracker in a whore house.
     “I’m sorry, this probably isn’t what you had in mind, but I told Katydid I’d watch her performance tonight. She made the costume herself,” I said and Draco laughed rudely. “What? It’s cute,” I said becoming annoyed.
     “Why didn’t she make a proper outfit? Clearly she can dance and yet she looks like a pole dancer.”
     “Well, that’s because she is a pole dancer. Now,” I said, still stewing about the war and the treatment of Muggle Borns, and Astoria throwing me out of her carriage, and Astoria some more. Basically, yeah, I was upset at what his fiancée did to me and why shouldn’t I be?
     “Do I sense something here? What’s going on? Don’t bullshit me either,” the blond said with a sense of indignance.
     “It’s nothing,” I bit out as I poured him a glass of elf made wine. “Here, drink up.”
     “Fuck that,” he said angrily. “I thought after last week you might have been ready for a little more. But now I can see that the deep freeze hasn’t thawed from your pussy yet,” he said and my jaw dropped.
     “Is that a clever way of calling me frigid? Again?” I snapped.
     “You said it, not me,” he replied with a smirk and then he took a gulping swallow from his glass of wine.
     “You know, you’re right. I’m sorry. What happened today isn’t your fault,” I said and I turned to Malfoy. “Kiss me,” I said daringly. Hell, I didn’t want to have sex with him but I could have used another snog, or two. He spared no haste as he launched on me where he captured me in his arms. I could feel the razor stubble on his face as he kissed me deeply. I felt all my cares melt away when his tongue darted inside my mouth. It was a long, passionate kiss, warm and inviting and I reveled in it. “You’re a good kisser,” I whispered under my breath when he finally broke off the kiss.
     “Mmm, I know. Good at other things too,” he purred conceitedly. He dipped me backwards in the booth where we sat and suddenly his hand was up my dress. With a gentle tug I felt my panties slip down my thighs where they stopped at my knees. I jerked when I felt where his hand went next. “Don’t do that, it’s fine,” he said as if him telling me that it was fine was enough to stop the anxiety I felt when his fingers brushed against my nether lips.
     “I don’t want the girls and the other patrons to see this,” I said and I tried to sit up but he held me there as he leaned over me.
     “Nobody knows, nor cares,” he said and then I moaned when I felt his finger enter me. “Mmm, you’re hot,” he said as his hand began to pump inside me. He inserted a second finger and that’s when Marcheline approached the table with a Death Eater hanging off her like a disease. Hell, who was I to talk, I had one of the head Death Eaters practically on top of me with half his hand inside me!
     “Madam, you said to take the Tonic of the Morning, but there is no more,” Marcheline said as a drunk Marcus Flint slobbered over her neck.
     “I’ll just be a second,” I said and I tried to get up again. Draco stared at me as if debating it in his head and then he finally relented as he pulled his hand back and released his grip on me.

     When I came back to the table I was surprised to see Draco had gone. I wondered if he was upset. “Oh well good riddens,” I said under my breath but then when I turned I gasped as I covered my mouth with my hand. There, on the stage was Draco Malfoy and he was holding Katydid’s hand in the air as she did pirouette after pirouette. She must have done twenty and the audience began to clap upon watching the pair. No he wasn’t really dancing, but he was helping her so that she could do some wonderful moves, moves that could only be done with a partner. As I stood there and watched I was reminded of our dances at Hogwarts and how while I never liked Draco even a bit, he was a decent dancer. I remember how he was nearly the only boy back then who could grasp the dance moves that Miss McGonagal taught us back in our fourth year. He was suave there was no doubt, and he didn’t just suddenly become that way, he’d always been that way. I just only noticed it as I stood there watching the prima ballerina dance with the Liege.
     “Thank you, my Liege!” Katydid gushed and she leapt into his arms where he caught her. I suddenly became worried and even a tad bit…jealous? Was that what I was felt? I saw the way she looked at him when she was in his arms just before he put her down where she took a bow to the clapping audience of drunk Purebloods and Mudblood whores.
     “Show us to a room,” Malfoy said as he swaggered over to me.
     “You mean you and Katydid?” I asked and I was full of growing outrage.
     “I mean you and I, Rose,” Draco said and he shot me a strange look.

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     “You thought I might trade you in for a younger model,” the blond said as I unlocked the door to the room I always reserved for the Liege. It was after all the nicest room in the brothel and generally reserved for VIPs. A Liege fell under those guidelines. It had nothing to do at all with the fact that the room was slightly sentimental to me.
     “Do you want Katydid? She doesn’t generally sleep with much older men, but—“
     “Nice try. I’m only twenty-four,” he said and he moved my hair and kissed me on the side of my neck as I pushed the door open.
     “Even so, if you want her…”
     “I want you. You needed me to say that so I did, but don’t think gifts like those come easily. You pleasure me well I will give you all the compliments in the world,” he purred. I just shook my head at the arrogance that oozed from every pore in his body. There were things I wanted to say to that comment, things Hermione would have said, but I had to bite the words back because it would surely give me away.
     “You want me on the bed, my Liege, or on the floor,” I said with sarcasm and my expression matched.
     “Ah you think you’re funny don’t you? You want me to feel your displeasure in me. It doesn’t bother me in the least just so you know. I want you on the floor, by the fire, since you asked,” he said cheekily. “Strip, but do it slowly. I want to watch.”

     I was completely naked where I sat awkwardly on the bearskin rug by the fire. He stood before me where he unbuttoned his shirt. My eyes fell to the line of hair, the one that fell under his pants line and suddenly butterflies were swimming in my stomach. He peeled his shirt off and then draped it over the bed before he started on his belt buckle. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the dark mark on his forearm, his brand from Voldemort. Oddly I’d never seen it. For a time Draco’s dark mark or lack thereof took up a significant amount of Harry, Ron and I’s conversation. Did he have the mark or did he not? That answer was glaringly apparent from my vantage point. I told myself it was just a tattoo, just like the numerous ones that Jasmine had all over her body. He was a Death Eater, one of Voldemort’s henchmen. It was not a newsflash, so I had no reason to feel anxious, and yet I did. He dropped his pants and then his boxers until he stood before me nude. He had a handsome physique but what was worse was that he knew it. He had no shame as he sauntered over to where I sat by the fire. “I know you think you’re not ready, but you are,” he said and then he sat down with me.
     “I don’t know what you mean,” I lied.
     “The mark on my arm makes you nervous. That’s natural, but I’m not him and I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, I’m going to make you come for the first time in your life.”
     “I—I’ve had orgasms before,” I said.
     “No, you haven’t. Not with a man. I don’t doubt that you’ve fingered yourself a thousand times, but you haven’t had one with a man,” he said as a matter of fact.
     “Are you a seer now?”
     “I might be,” he challenged. I gulped. What if he was? What if he knew who I was? What if…my mind raced? “Now lay back,” he ordered. I did as the Liege asked and then he curled his arms around my thighs and I squealed when I felt his warm breath on my nethers.
     “You don’t have to do this,” I said but then I moaned out, loudly too when I felt his tongue upon me. Ron never went down on me. So this is what I’ve been missing? This is incredible! He lapped at my core and I was coming unraveled as I parted my legs wider in order to give him access. I felt dirty and naughty and yet it felt so damn good. My climax took me completely by surprise as my moans echoed through the room. I was on fire as I arched my back and cried out in ecstasy. How could he be so good at this? It’s like he knew my body, knew exactly where to lick and when to suck onto my clit for the maximum effect. “Draco, oh my God,” I cried out and a tidal wave of pleasure smashed down upon the shores of Hermione. I mean Rose. “I want to suck you,” I cried out and I stared down at the blond who eased up off of me, releasing me as my legs fell limp. I was coming down off an incredible orgasm and all I could think about was his cock. I wanted it. I wanted it in me and I didn’t care by which route it got there. I was frantic with need and hornier than hell. We switched places and I spared no haste as I took his throbbing cock into my mouth. Gods it was big and I didn’t know if I could take it all, so with one hand I stroked him whilst the other massaged his balls. I licked and lapped and sucked his tip until he was groaning out in pleasure.
     “Yes Rose, just like that,” he said in a husky voice and I concentrated my efforts there. I took as much as I could deep into my throat. He seemed to enjoy it as he more than once bucked into my mouth forcing me to take his length. The first time he did it I gagged, but then I remembered that you could stop the gag reflex by squeezing your thumb in the fist of your left hand. After that I was good to go as I took Draco deep into the cavern of my mouth. He was moaning out in rhythm and I knew he was close. Shots of hot semen spurt out hitting the back of my throat and I felt a sense of accomplishment as I milked him dry with a slow suction as he released his load. I swallowed his essence and then I felt strong arms pulling me up onto his chest. “That was aces my sweet English Rose,” he said and he wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me onto him. His head sunk into my neck as he kissed and sucked onto my tender skin. I knew I’d have a rather large hickey in the spot by morning but for whatever the reason it didn’t bother me.
     “You were right,” I uttered as I laid my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slow and return to normal. I gazed into the fire and it was such a peaceful serene feeling just lying there with the blond in front of the fire. Our legs were intertwined and it was a closeness that I’d never felt before, even with Ron. After sex Ron would throw me the towel and then we would dress in silence. This was entirely different. We were sweaty and sticky and neither of us cared. “I’d never had an orgasm with a man before tonight, with you,” I said.
     “I know,” he whispered and he lifted my head to face him. “I don’t know how I knew, but I did. I know lots of things about you that I probably shouldn’t,” he said and his gaze was penetrating. He stared at me with eyes that were so bright and so silver that they reminded me of the scales on a tropical fish, glinting in the sunlight. I gulped.
     “Like what?” I dared to ask.
     “Like your Mum never worked in an Apothecary because she was a Muggle.”
     “Yeah,” I admitted, still staring into his captivating eyes.
     “Like the reason you named this place English Rose is because it was your favorite book.”
     “How could you possibly know that?” I giggled.
     “Like you never went to Beauxbaton’s, because you attended Hogwarts instead.”
     “Please, Draco,” I said and I began to panic. That one hit way, way, way too close to home and it frightened me. The please though was for a million different things and I wasn’t sure which it applied to the most. Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, just let me be Rose. I’ll be your Rose but I have to be Rose, not Hermione. Or, please, don’t tell Voldemort you know who I am. Or perhaps, please just stay with me tonight I’ve been so lonely. Or the inevitable, please I don’t want this to end! It took me twenty-four years to find a man who infuriates me as much as he attracts me. Please don’t ruin this Draco, just make love to me and forget who I was. I have! All of those thoughts ran through my brain in those precious seconds.
     “Alright, love. I won’t say it,” he said and he kissed the top of my head and pulled me into a tight embrace. I never hugged somebody so hard in all my life as I did the blond right at that moment.
     “Make love to me,” I murmured.
     “You want me, Draco Malfoy, to make love to you? Are you sure?” he asked.
     “I want you to fuck the loneliness away,” I said with conviction.
     “Yes,” he hissed and he flipped me onto my back. “I’m going to fuck you until your crying out my name,” he purred as he crawled on top of me and spread my legs with his knees. “Granger.” Chills shot down my spine and tears burst from my eyes when he said my name, but he gave me no time to think.
     “Oh my God!” I wailed when I felt the impaling force of his cock as he thrust himself inside me.

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