Dhr // prompt: “I’ll be gentle”
Hermione waves her wand over Draco’s skin, the tip a hairsbreadth away from touching the still-raw wounds.
He takes a sharp breath when the wand wavers, accidentally grazing the lines made by the Sectumsempra.
“Sorry,” Hermione whispers softly, sitting up, -
Hermione waves her wand over Draco’s skin, the tip a hairsbreadth away from touching the still-raw wounds.
He takes a sharp breath when the wand wavers, accidentally grazing the lines made by the Sectumsempra.
“Sorry,” Hermione whispers softly, sitting up, -
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“No, it’s fine.” He is laying on his bed in the Slytherin Boy’s Dormitory, Hermione straddling his lap. The curtains are drawn around the four-poster, muffling the sounds of sleep coming from the other boys.
“I’ll be gentle,” she promises, once more leaning over his chest -
Her hair slips around her shoulders, loose curls grazing his bare chest. His breath hitches.
“Am I hurting you again?”
“I mean, no. No, of course not,” he stammers, his foggy brain finally -
Hermione gives him a warm, lopsided smile - his favourite. Her Muggle watch suddenly beeps midnight.
“Shit, it’s past curfew.”
“Stay, please?”