The sudden touch of Draco’s hand brushing softly against her electrifies Hermione brilliantly.
“I miss you, Granger.”
His pinky glides along her knuckle until it reaches the metal band circling her ring finger; a promise to someone new.
“Do you miss me?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
The sudden touch of Draco’s hand brushing softly against her electrifies Hermione brilliantly.
“I miss you, Granger.”
His pinky glides along her knuckle until it reaches the metal band circling her ring finger; a promise to someone new.
“Do you miss me?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
“Take my hand, Granger.”
The world is sharp and bright. It stings her retinas.
“I can’t,” she says, the words slightly garbled around her fangs.
Still, Draco gives her a self deprecating smile. “I’m not afraid of a little bite,” he promises. If only that’s all she wanted to do.