Hermione slipped into the Prefects' Bath, a nervous thrumming in her veins. She started the water and the bubbles—choosing an appropriate rose scent—
Hermione slipped into the Prefects' Bath, a nervous thrumming in her veins. She started the water and the bubbles—choosing an appropriate rose scent—
Art by @incendiosketches.bsky.social
To say I’m obsessed is an understatement.
“Sacred simplicity,” he said, kissing down her neck.
“What is?”
“Your arse, Hermione. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Fic link- archiveofourown.org/works/480041...
Art by @incendiosketches.bsky.social
To say I’m obsessed is an understatement.
“Sacred simplicity,” he said, kissing down her neck.
“What is?”
“Your arse, Hermione. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Fic link- archiveofourown.org/works/480041...