This is a little fighting as foreplay drabble. Not sure what came before, but I think we can use our imagination for what happens next:
“Everte statum,” Hermione casually says, propelling Draco into the stone wall, knocking the wind out of him. He slowly stands, struggling to catch a breath.
“Everte statum,” Hermione casually says, propelling Draco into the stone wall, knocking the wind out of him. He slowly stands, struggling to catch a breath.
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“My god, witch,” his words dripped with his fervent desire to see what his golden girl would do next.
“Oops.”