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My sister has a really aggressive form of breast cancer and it’s requiring heavy treatment - chemo, radiation, surgery - and I feel so fucking weird because I feel like I’m not allowed to be sad or affected by it
My sister has a really aggressive form of breast cancer and it’s requiring heavy treatment - chemo, radiation, surgery - and I feel so fucking weird because I feel like I’m not allowed to be sad or affected by it
Theo sighs.
"Because you haven't got laid in months and I need to get over my ex, therefore, speed dating."
"What happened to regular dating?"
"This is quicker."
"Ah."
A small bell rings and Draco's personal hell begins.
Theo sighs.
"Because you haven't got laid in months and I need to get over my ex, therefore, speed dating."
"What happened to regular dating?"
"This is quicker."
"Ah."
A small bell rings and Draco's personal hell begins.
Hermione did not usually care about so-called feminine things on men. She wasn't bothered by boys in skirts and lipstick, men displaying traditionally feminine style.
But on Draco Malfoy... on Draco Malfoy she did care.
Hermione did not usually care about so-called feminine things on men. She wasn't bothered by boys in skirts and lipstick, men displaying traditionally feminine style.
But on Draco Malfoy... on Draco Malfoy she did care.
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"Do you have a..." Hermione pants in his ear.
"Yeah," Draco replies, searching for the wrapper in his pocket.
Outside the door, a loud noise.
"Fuck!" Theo yells. "Draco, I fell!"
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"Do you have a..." Hermione pants in his ear.
"Yeah," Draco replies, searching for the wrapper in his pocket.
Outside the door, a loud noise.
"Fuck!" Theo yells. "Draco, I fell!"
“Don’t touch that,” Scorpius said sharply, his small face full of mischief as Draco reached for the unfamiliar box on the coffee table.
“And why shouldn’t I, young man?” Draco asked, eyebrow arched. His son was clearly up to no good—a Slytherin through and through.
“Don’t touch that,” Scorpius said sharply, his small face full of mischief as Draco reached for the unfamiliar box on the coffee table.
“And why shouldn’t I, young man?” Draco asked, eyebrow arched. His son was clearly up to no good—a Slytherin through and through.
These were always Hermione’s favorite moments with Draco. Their clothes shed on the floor, their bodies heated and slick with sweat, their chests heaving with their frantic breaths, her legs tangles with his beneath the sheets.
The moments after they worship each other and fall together.
These were always Hermione’s favorite moments with Draco. Their clothes shed on the floor, their bodies heated and slick with sweat, their chests heaving with their frantic breaths, her legs tangles with his beneath the sheets.
The moments after they worship each other and fall together.
Girl Dinner
Professor Malfoy is ready to take extra credit!
Girl Dinner
Professor Malfoy is ready to take extra credit!
“Just forget… about… me.” Draco panted in her ear, slowly moving inside her. Feeling her every pulse, her every shake.
Hermione was so lost in her pleasure she couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. Her hands gripped tightly around him, her hips searching for pleasure.
“Just forget… about… me.” Draco panted in her ear, slowly moving inside her. Feeling her every pulse, her every shake.
Hermione was so lost in her pleasure she couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. Her hands gripped tightly around him, her hips searching for pleasure.
Day 8: soulmates
“One single thread of gold tied me to you” 🎗️
Day 8: soulmates
“One single thread of gold tied me to you” 🎗️