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The darkness of the Head Common Room was interrupted only by a lone candle that flickered by the window that looked out into the winter night. It illuminated two open books that shared torn pages. The pion of light drew sharp shadows over the room, making the darkness feel suffocating between the sheers of brightness. Between these sheers of radiance and masses of gloom were two souls fighting their way back towards the light; heavy whispers from their souls and the depth of confessions weighed heavily in their minds, leaving them stuck between two realities.
Night was ever present in the calmness out their window, where the world was unchanged. Snow drifted down in small flakes, its calmness oblivious to the restlessness inside. The air between the two bodies was heavy; it hummed with the ghosts of the words that had echoed off the ancient walls—walls that held the secrets of those that lived there before.
Inside Draco’s mind, the howling of the forces of his past were suddenly suppressed by a voice he was not used to listening to: his own. The absurd impulse that his mind pushed forth should have made Draco flee, but he found himself brought in by the idea that his options were spent, and all he had left was trust—trust in himself, trust in the shadows, and trust in the light.
Fuck it, Draco thought as he felt his impulses overwhelm him, and he brazenly thrust forward into the shadows between them to hold the soft skin of Hermione’s face in his palms and press his lips into hers.
Draco’s large, firm hands cupped her dry tear-streaked face tenderly, but with force enough to press her forward into the kiss, making her stand upon tiptoe. His lips pressed against hers softly—softer than she would expect for his sudden, bold action. The pages from the books, that told more of a tale than their words portrayed, fell from her fingers onto the floor, forgotten.
Astonished, Hermione gasped into his kiss as her breath seemed to crystalize. The feeling flooded through her chest as it radiated from her heart, across her torso, and down her arms. It made her weak, body and soul; her mind became even more clouded as the shock of the action pushed away her rationale and logic. Left within her was nothing but pure instinct. She had a choice: trust her impulses, or run. Without even thinking, her Gryffindor courage chose for her. Suddenly, she moved her lips against his, kissing him back, and brought her hands up to tenderly wrap around his neck. Her heart began to pound at the realization that they were intimately kissing—something she would never thought would happen in her wildest dreams, or nightmares.
As the confessions had continued, she felt all of her thoughts grow into an overwhelming mess of horror, bewilderment, and denial; so full of emotions and adrenaline, she felt her mind guided only by impulse, and she decided to trust it. To trust herself, and to trust him; after all, this whole time he had been there for her—he had even saved her life. The truths in their confessions overwhelmed her with a sense of destiny. This was all there was left to do.
Feeling her lips begin to move against his, and her small, soft hands press against his neck and jaw line, Draco immediately let out a quiet moan of relief at not finding himself hexed. But the reality that she had reciprocated hit him, and he felt a shock he wasn’t really expecting; though he had initiated the kiss, he wasn’t exactly ready for the reality of it. But then the feeling of shock that swam through his veins suddenly turned into excitement, and he trusted the feeling that had never steered him wrong before. It was the same lusty exhilaration his teenage puberty had set him up for, but there was something even more intoxicating that suddenly sprang forward. The excitement wasn’t just about the act itself, which he had to admit drove most of his encounters with women. It was who it was with this time. Hermione wasn’t just some Hogwarts tart, lusty not only for his sex but his status; Hermione was the Gryffindor Princess of virtue, courage, and strength. She was a person, and in these secret moments of complete honesty and revelation, he realized that he was more exhilarated by the prospect before him.
Deepening the kiss, he began to quickly, but softly, move his lips into an open pattern until their tongues could touch. When his soft tongue met hers, and she was kissing back with as much fervor, Draco’s arms wrapped around her waist and pressed her body intimately into his. He could feel her soft curves under her bulky uniform when their bodies met, and he let out a small moan at the contact.
The thoughts in his mind were drowned out by the humming of sexual arousal. When he gave into his impulses, he let the irrationality of their ordeal, the truth, and his secret lust consume him, leaving his discrimination, past, and father behind; the howls of denial, revelation, and fear were whirling deep in his mind as his libido took over. In his arms, against his body, pressed against his lips was the Hermione Granger, and he felt a stirring of eroticism he had never felt before. This was so forbidden, so unbelievable, and he immersed himself in it just in case it was a dream.
Hermione moaned as their bodies melded into each other, and the frenzy began to grow in her mind—she knew it was lust. Though she had never really experienced it so purely with another person, she immediately recognized the feeling. Even though lust was irrational—especially in this situation with the Draco Malfoy—and she knew if she was in a more emotionally restrained place she would probably halt the mayhem at the beginning of their passions, she found herself intoxicated by it. As their lips pressed desperately against each other, their tongues intermingling, her lust swelled, awakening within her. The feeling was so strong and pleasurable, Hermione didn’t want it to stop—she wanted to go further. Everything about the situation, from him, to the candlelight, to the actions themselves felt so forbidden that she felt a rush of excitement. She knew it was irrational, but her sensuality pushed her forward to continue.
As they began to further devour each other, their passions growing between them, the salacious lust began to devour their souls until there was nothing left but sexual impulse. Hermione found her hands sliding down his masculine jawline, neck, and chest in sensual sweeps to the buttons of his shirt. Delighted there was no tie to deal with, her nimble fingers began to pull at the buttons of his shirt. Draco soon realized that Hermione indicated she wanted to go further, and nothing excited him more. Though, with only a couple buttons down, Draco felt the sexual urge to undress her instead. Without breaking their kiss, his hands pushed off her Gryffindor robes from her shoulders. Hermione arched her shoulders and put her arms down so the article could slide down onto the floor. Instantly, Draco’s fingers went to the tie around her neck where he began to try and pull it apart. After a few moments of his fingers frantically fumbling with the tight knot at Hermione’s neck, he broke their kiss to look down at the taut material.
Hermione looked down and laughed, before her hands went up to undo the knot for him. Her small fingers slipped through the entangled cloth and she pulled the knot apart. As soon as Draco saw the knot loosen, he frantically pulled the tie apart and threw it to the floor, displaying his annoyance with the garment. It was then their eyes met for a moment, and he saw within her hazel eyes the same anticipation and lust that he felt. They were both intoxicated by whatever destiny had in store for them—trusting every motion forward. They were in this together, and something about that made it more intimate. The look in her eyes—something he never imagined he would see—made his arousal seem primal as he felt his cock harden. Draco once again closed the distance between them and passionately kissed the Head Girl, and she returned the kiss with just as much enthusiasm. His fingers again went to her shirt where he began to unbutton, but after one button, and his frustration growing, he suddenly ripped at the shirt, the buttons bursting brazenly.
Gasping at his sudden aggression, Hermione broke the kiss to look down at her shirt that was destroyed, and her white bra-clade breasts exposed. She looked up at Draco, her mouth slightly agape at his erotic desperation to disrobe her, and she felt her lust begin to grow even more intensely within her. Though his aggression was not something she particularly enjoyed before, his sexual expression turned her on. Now that her shirt was open, she pulled at it and let it fall from her arms onto the ground, with her robe and tie. Standing in just her white bra and skirt, she looked up at the Head Boy. Her hair was wild as it was before, but in her state she looked wild with primitive sexual thirst.
Draco regarded her in front of him, in her intimate lingerie and wildness, and decided she was the sexiest thing he had seen in his entire life. As her fingers went to his shirt again where she began to nimbly unclasp the buttons, he stared at her form as he unconsciously breathed in her scent. Even though he felt impatient in her motions, the fact that she was undressing him made him even more aroused. When she finished with the buttons, Draco quickly shrugged off the crisp button-up shirt. Realizing he was wearing a white tank underneath, he reached down and pulled up the shirt that was tucked into his trousers. He pulled it over his head and threw it away from them.
Before Hermione was Draco’s chiseled and matured form, and she was in awe of his stature and physique. He was athletic and strong, and the outlines of his taut muscles, though not tremendous, were notable on his slender form. She felt her breath shallow at the sight of him, as the salacious hormones were pumping through her system towards her erogenous zones. After taking in the sight of his body, her eyes went up to meet his face. His attractive face—though she would have never admitted it before—was captivating to her with his masculine jawline and striking gray eyes. They were the same eyes she was forced to look into in his panic nights before—eyes that were etched into her memory. And now his gray eyes were full of an enthrallment of sexual anticipation at the sight of her. This time she pushed her feet up onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his as the flesh of their chests met.
Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against his body. The feeling of hot flesh against one another was overwhelming, and he felt the arousal bubble over within him. The impulse of his sex moved him to grab the Head Girl and push her towards the bookshelf on the side of the Common Room. The lone candle lit their forms as he pressed her against the shelf, making the books rattle behind them as their pelvises met. His erect member, strained behind his trousers, pressed against her lower belly as he lightly thrust himself against her. His hands clutched the flesh of her lower back as their lips deeply ravaged one another. Their hearts pounded against each other as their chests pressed together, and their flesh began to dampen with sexual heat.
Feeling his pelvis against her, Hermione found herself wanting to feel him against her sex. She lifted her left leg up to pull her pelvis forward towards his so he could fully press against her. His right hand immediately slid down from her back to her hip and to her fleshy thigh, where he held it up to help pull her hidden sex up against his. He pressed himself against her, feeling the heat between her thighs radiate onto him. Draco moaned into her mouth as he slightly thrust his erection against her in unbridled arousal. Hermione’s hands delved upwards into his blond locks were she forcefully gripped him. She returned the moan of arousal to him as she twirled her tongue against his.
Breaking the kiss, Draco’s lips traveled down her cheek towards her neck where he began to kiss, nip, and suck at her flesh. Hermione’s grip on his lock softened to allow his movements as he passionately suckled and bit at her skin. He was somewhat rough with his exploration, but the feeling of his teeth against her hot, glimmering flesh just enticed Hermione more.
“Oh my God,” Hermione breathed as he sucked on her flesh and gripped her thigh. She moaned as he bit her harder and sucked, not concerned for any visible love bites he might leave behind.
Her skin was salty and sweet in his mouth as he sensually sucked and nipped at her. He felt the need to taste her flesh as his senses screamed to be consumed by her completely. Their sexual impulses were at a head as he felt the urge to fully consummate their arousal overwhelmed his every thought. But even in their passion, he knew what was happening was absurd, and he needed to know she was as willing to succumb to it as he was.
“Should I stop?” he mumbled into her hot flesh as he kissed up and down her neck to her cheek, and then her mouth, where he passionately kissed her again. “Hermione,” he breathed between kisses. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked louder, his eyes opening to meet hers as he broke their kiss. Her hazel eyes were sexily narrowed and ablaze with passion as she looked back at him. There was a familiar haze in them that displayed the same fog that had fallen over his mind. But she didn’t falter.
“No,” she breathed instantly, and pressed her lips against his in a doubly impassioned kiss with her hands tangled in his hair. Her words set off fireworks in her mind at the shock that she had consented to sex with him, but the feeling made her even more aroused. She knew it was it was against the rules; she knew it was disloyal to her friends; she knew it was irrational. But she knew she really meant it—she wanted to do it.
He moaned loudly into his kiss at her consent as he kissed her deeply. His erection was almost painful between his legs now, as the anticipation of the impending sexual activities had been confirmed as a reality. They remained kissing deeply for a few moments as he pressed his hard body against her soft one, but before long his hands went to deftly unhook her skirt, displaying his familiarity with the girls’ Hogwarts uniform. Hermione dropped her left leg from his hip as he pulled the garment from her and the skirt fell to the ground. Hermione then quickly kicked off her shoes leaving her standing in her white panties, bra, and socks.
Hermione could feel the ancient books behind her, and the smell of their parchment filling the air between them. The smell that had been so comforting to her for so many years took on a new meaning as she was devoured by the Slytherin Prince in just her knickers. Her mind felt empty, yet so full of emotions and sexual impulses that she felt possessed by her humanity. Never had her thoughts and rationale been so silent, and she felt exhilarated by the freedom.
Skillfully, Draco’s hands went behind Hermione’s torso to unhook her bra. Feeling the pressure of the garment fall from her, Hermione let her hands fall away from his tousled hair to allow him to pull it off her body and down her arms to the floor. Immediately, Draco’s hands went to Hermione’s breasts where he cupped her soft flesh. In unison, they let out throaty moans into each other’s mouths at the feeling.
Leaving her mouth, Draco again began to travel down Hermione’s neck towards her angled collar bones to her bare chest. Her breathing was deep and quick as his lips met the soft flesh of her bosoms. Quickly, Draco dropped to his knees and brought his hands up to her breasts where he pressed them forcefully in his hands before burying his head between them and took in her scent. His wet, hot lips kissed her skin before finding an aroused nipple that he popped into his mouth and sucked.
Hermione’s hands went to Draco’s hair again as his mouth and hands appreciated her body. Never had Hermione felt such honest sexual expression before. Even with Ron, he never really explored her body and she had found herself almost clothed each time they had sex. Her body had never felt sexier than in this moment as Draco so fully worshipped her—so overwhelmed with her that he was on his knees to fully hold, kiss, and suck on her flesh.
“Fuck, Hermione,” he whispered deeply as he squeezed her breasts in his hand and kissed her up and down her chest and torso. Draco was so enticed by her flesh that he felt the need to properly adore it, in case this was his only chance. It was almost as if he had never really experienced sex before; their passion was so mind-altering and intoxicating that it seemed like an entirely new experience, and they hadn’t even had sex yet. Experiencing all of her was his only thought.
Getting to his feet, Draco pressed his wet lips against hers again as he rubbed his palms against her now fully erect nipples. He delighted in the way she was moaning at his attention to her body. They kissed deeply for several moments as the sexual frenzy still began to build. Draco felt Hermione’s fingers against his stomach as she began to pull at the clasp of his trousers. Within moments, she undid the button of his pants and unzipped them. Draco then broke the kiss and then stepped out of his shoes, socks, and pants, discarding them onto the floor. Now with the distance between them, Draco’s mind calculated what to do next.
Suddenly, Hermione felt his hands on her hips as he pushed her over towards the desk. He pressed her against the tabletop, indicating that he wanted her to sit on it. Pushing herself onto the flat surface, she sat on the edge of her school desk as the lone candle shimmered on Draco’s desk next to them. Now only in his tight boxers, Draco again found her mouth on his, their tongues together. His hands stayed on her hips as he pulled her towards him so their pelvises met.
It was then that Hermione felt the true girth of his erection against her sex for the first time. With no imposing skirt or trousers between them, the outline of their sexes could be fully appreciated through the thin material of their undergarments. Hermione moaned as his hardness pressed against her hot and already wet sex. Feeling bold, Hermione’s hands ran down his hard chest and stomach towards his member. There, Draco assisted her in pulling the tight clothing from his pelvis until it joined the rest of his clothing on the floor.
With impulsive curiosity, Hermione broke their kiss and looked down at the now naked Slytherin Prince. She gave a slight gasp at the sight of him. Hermione felt herself bite her lip, and her eyes went to look at his face. There he presented a slightly cocky smirk at the sight of her astonishment. But he didn’t let the moment last as he again enveloped her mouth in a deep kiss. Now naked, Draco’s hands went down to her hips where he began to pull at the white panties that were the only thing that stood in the way of his resolve. He pulled at the material, Hermione lifting her hips slightly to aid in his effort. He broke the kiss as he helped the journey of the garment down her shapely legs, pulling off her knee socks as he went, and then off on the floor. It was then he noticed her beautiful legs, he kissed up her knees to her thigh before standing up fully to kiss her deeply again.
He had gotten a glimpse of her curls between her legs and felt a rush of arousal. Hermione brought her hands to his neck and collar bones as they kissed, and she spread her legs for him to press forward. She felt the brush of his cock on her cunt, and she moaned into his mouth. As his hands went down to position himself for penetration, Hermione leaned back slightly to press her hips forward and lessen the pressure of the surface below her.
It was then Draco pulled away from their kiss and locked eyes with her. As he pressed the tip of his cock against her opening, their eyes bore into one another as the peak of their sexual exploits was before them. Hermione licked her lips and took in a deep breath before nodding her head to provide further consent for him to continue. Both of their minds were wild with anticipation.
Draco pressed his cock into her and swiftly filled her. Hermione took in a deep breath between her teeth as he stretched her more than she had ever been stretched before. As her hot cunt enveloped him, Draco let out a hiss as she tightly gripped him. She was tighter than he had ever experienced before, and his bewildered, sex-laden mind celebrated in astonishment that Hermione Granger seemed perfect—she felt amazing around his cock, even without movement. Draco moaned into her neck as he burrowed himself there in concentration. His hands went down to grip her buttocks as she lifted her legs up to wrap around his hips.
“Bloody hell,” he groaned into her neck as he tried to get his bearings straight. Their fervor, passion, and her tight sex were making him feel like he could cum any second. He desperately pushed that feeling away not wanting to ruin their moment—a moment he never wanted to end. With his lust in check, Draco began to thrust into her slowly. As he became more confident with his ability to control his orgasm, he kissed his way from her neck to her lips where he captured them in another deep kiss. The penetrating motion of their tongues that had been feverishly dancing in their mouths was now matched by the motion of their bodies. Hermione’s legs were wrapped around his hips where she clasped her knees tightly against his muscular buttocks. Her hands went to his neck and jaw line where she held him to prop herself upwards as they sensually kissed. She let out a deep moan as he thrust his impressive girth into her with precise strokes.
As he continued to thrust, his pace began to quicken and Hermione fell backwards onto the desk as the pleasure weakened her. Next to her were the books open to their pages where she had pieced together the story of Draco’s influence. Draco broke their kiss as he loomed over her, thrusting into her. His face was contorted in concentration, and his brow furrowed in a way she had never seen before. Instead of brooding or anger, he displayed a look of lustful exertion. Their eyes were locked on each other, and they felt drawn in to another reality. They were humming sexual beings together in a dream of impulsive sexuality where no consequences existed—it was just them. The look in his eyes made Hermione even wilder with lust. She felt a frenzy of sexuality, excitement, and adrenaline flow through her as she enjoyed the pleasure of him inside of her. Even though she was no virgin, she felt as if she was when it came to experiencing real lust and sex. Never before did she feel so consumed by the feelings and emotions of sex before—she was intoxicated by it that no worry of rules or loyalty to her friends broke through her mind to destroy the moment. With her legs tight around his hips, his hands left her fleshy backside and went to her breasts that bounced with the momentum of their bodies. Hermione moaned as she pressed her pelvis back at him as he thrust deeply into her.
Draco leaned down and began to kiss Hermione’s neck again, sucking and nipping at her flesh as he thrust. His grunts and moans with his thrusts filled her ears, and she drank in every sound and feeling as she became purely driven by her senses. Her hands went to his back and her nails dug into his flesh there as she held onto him.
“Hermione,” Draco moaned into her neck.
“Draco,” Hermione whispered as she arched her back into his attention on her body—his lurid thrusts into her, his large hands thumbing her breasts, and his lips and teeth nipping at her neck.
He kissed her neck and then came back to her lips where they kissed again, this time not as long or deep as he concentrated his efforts. He pressed his forehead against hers as he leaned over, nearly mounting the table, but his height allowed his feet to remain on the floor. With their foreheads pressed against one another, Hermione opened her eyes. She watched his face become weaker as sweat fell down his temples and his mouth took in gulps of air. Her hands tenderly moved to hold his face. Hermione could tell he was close, and it aroused her immensely—she wanted to watch. Their hot breath intermingled, and each breath they took resounded between them. She moved her legs higher up on his waist and wrapped her legs fully round him, her ankles hitching together.
Draco felt himself go even deeper into her, and the tension of her slippery cunt on his swollen cock was tighter than ever as she pulled him deeper. As she thrust her hips against his, Draco felt his orgasm begin to build. His brow and face began to contort as his mouth went agape, and he felt his orgasm suddenly crash on him. He moaned into her, his clouded eyes boring into hers, his thrusts becoming slower and staggered as he came inside of her. The orgasm that consumed him was more intense than he thought he had ever felt before.
Hermione felt his trembling flesh in her hands as his body quivered from the orgasmic pleasure. His face showed the intensity of the ecstasy he felt. His pleasure became her pleasure as she dwelled in his orgasm vicariously, satisfied and fulfilled with the peak of their sexual exploits. The sounds of his uncensored moans from his orgasm were the sexiest and most pleasing thing she had ever heard. As his orgasm went on, he moved and buried his face into her shoulder as his body spasmed uncontrollably. Hermione wrapped her arms around him to steady him. Then with one last moan, he let out a quick breath he was holding that showed his orgasm had completed.
Their harsh breaths resounded around them, the candle just a foot from their glimmering bodies still shimmered as if nothing had happened—the lone witness to their frenzy. Hermione felt her sticky flesh pressed against him as his body weight rested upon her. With her arms wrapped around him, she held him to her as he recovered from the exertion. Her mind was whirling still as she looked up at the ceiling above. The room around them was still the same, but they were not. They were different now.
Draco felt his body humming from his sexual release, and relished in the comfort he felt as she held him. It felt intimate—more intimate than he had ever felt with a woman. The salty, sweet scent of her neck was calming to him as he took in deep, steady breaths as his heart rate began to normalize. They lie silent for many moments, taking in the air and relishing in the moment.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the Common Room portrait door. “Hermione?” came a masculine voice from behind the door.
“Oh my God!” Hermione said, eyes wide with panic.
Their eyes met as the sudden realization of their compromised position dawned on them, and they quickly scrambled to get up, Draco pulling himself out of her with some care. Draco grabbed the clothes he could find as he fumbled in the dark, and ran over to the other side of the room where he wouldn’t be seen if the door was open.
“Hermione, are you there?” came the voice again from behind the door. Hermione recognized it as Ron’s.
“One second!” she called frantically as she looked around the room for some clothes. Realizing Draco had taken all of them, she ran across the room and grabbed the first white button-up she could see; she decided if she just leaned across the door she could get away with only wearing a shirt. She threw the garment on and quickly buttoned it up before running to the door. With her hand on the handle, she looked back towards Draco, confirming they were ready.
“Hey, Ron. What’s up?” Hermione asked when she pulled open the door. Her hair was wild as he gazed at her.
“You weren’t at dinner…and, um, you forgot your book,” he said as he slipped the book into the small gap she left. “Is everything okay?” he asked, as he tried to peer around her.
Hermione straightened her form in the door way without presenting too much of herself as she grabbed the book from him—the one she was supposed to return to the library earlier. The Common Room was a mess, with books strewn everywhere and a possible stray sock or pair of underwear thrown somewhere—it was definitely not a sight she was willing, or able, to explain currently. But in the darkness it was likely he couldn’t see much.
“Yeah, everything’s fine. I just…put off packing too late,” she lied.
“Are you sure? You look a little mental,” Ron said—this word was always used to convey a state in which Ron did not know how to accurately assess or describe.
Hermione felt the need to roll her eyes at the statement, but her hypervigilance to convey ‘normality’ kept her from doing it—which was probably making her seem more suspicious. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I’m just tired, and I want to be rested for the train ride tomorrow—you know I can’t sleep on trains.” Hermione had become pretty good at lying, especially to Harry and Ron, who were often too suspicious and protective of her. Additionally, since she often preferred solitude over socialization, she had become good at sparing others’ feelings.
“Okay, if you say so…” Ron said, obviously not convinced. He went on his tiptoes to look into room behind her, and since he was much taller than her, she didn’t have a way to stop him.
“Ron!” Hermione called to distract him. Immediately, his eyes went to her. “I’m going to go now—have to continue packing and all—but I’ll see you on the train tomorrow!” And before he had a chance to respond, she closed the door. Then, she pressed her ear against the door and listened. It sounded like Ron stood there for a moment in confusion before turning around and leaving. When the footsteps died down, Hermione turned around to face Draco.
“Bloody hell,” she said as she let out a sigh of relief. Draco regarded her from the couch with an amused look on his face. “What?” Hermione asked.
“You’re…well, you’re wearing my shirt,” he said, chuckling.
Hermione looked down and found the shirt she wore was way too big, and then remembered how Draco had ripped the buttons off of her shirt earlier. “Fuck!” she cried, and Draco decided he liked it when she cursed. “Do you think he noticed?”
“Weasley? Fuck no! If he can’t tell when you’re lying he definitely didn’t notice your shirt,” Draco mused. A smile formed on Hermione’s face as she chuckled. Somehow she was impressed that he seemed intuitive enough to know when she was lying. Additionally, in her current state she just accepted his insult to her friend, or ex-lover, without argument. She suddenly felt vindicated from her experience with Ron. She was no failure—in fact, she felt a peculiar sense of pride.
Still completely enthralled by their sexual activities, neither their rationale nor logic had turned on to question the situation they were in. Instead, they simply enjoyed it—they were just in the middle of the act just moments before. As Draco regarded Hermione in his oversized button-up, he felt himself get hard again.
“But you do look pretty great in my shirt,” he said salaciously.

Chapter Note(s): Consent is sexy.
Special thanks to Beta Reader Free_Buckbeak.
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