I do not own Harry Potter
First attempt at writing Harry Potter fanfic so forgive me if it doesn't come out as in character as it should be. It has been a few years since I've read it so I don't remember their characters that well. Thanks for the read.
His lips clashed with hers passionately. She was a muggle, Draco reminded himself.
They were doing battles with their dancing tongues, entangled with each other while sitting on the bed; his bed.
He was a wizard, he noted. Their blood should never be mixed. He would not allow them to be mixed.
But he could not stop himself. He wanted to ravish her. He would ravish her.
A light knocked was heard from the door.
Hermione gently pushed him away, giving her whole attention to the door instead.
Drago groaned from being interrupted. He felt a bit jealous of whoever her attention was giving to. It should be his alone.
After receiving permission, a five-year-old boy holding hand with a three-years-old girl entered the room, each holding a stuff animal in their free hands.
"Mommy, Daddy," they exclaimed excitingly as they jumped up to join the adults in the bed, it was morning after all.
Drago's eyes widened, couldn't believe his own ears.
He was married to Hemione?
Since when?
He found his body shoot up to a sitting position, his eyes widened as they were opening to darkness. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was his bedroom at school, painting and his breaking down sweats.
"It's just a damn dream!" he whispered to himself as he brought a hand to wipe the sweat of his forehead.
He was so glad it was only a dream.
Little did he know, this was only the beginning of his fantasy of Hermione Granger.
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July 27, 2013