• 8th year, Heads •
"Okay, I give up. I /do/ need your help." Hermione huffed out of her room with her fingers loosely tangled up in her hair, holding it in a messy half-hearted ponytail. "Hair up, or down?"
• 8th year, Heads •
"Okay, I give up. I /do/ need your help." Hermione huffed out of her room with her fingers loosely tangled up in her hair, holding it in a messy half-hearted ponytail. "Hair up, or down?"
Hermione was fast asleep, sated from a long afternoon of being fucked silly, when Draco slipped out of the bed. He was grateful she didn’t wake. He didn’t want her to see him like this.
Hermione was fast asleep, sated from a long afternoon of being fucked silly, when Draco slipped out of the bed. He was grateful she didn’t wake. He didn’t want her to see him like this.