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Hermione didn't resist as Draco took her by the hand. He interlaced their fingers intimately before leading her over to his bed. She didn't protest as she felt Blaise's large hand alight protectively on the small of her back.
This was what she'd wanted, what she'd been dreaming about, but she was nervous and scared. She felt like her stomach was filled full of rioting pixies that were anxiously attempting to escape their prison. She was so inexperienced, she wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't sure that she was going to be able to please them. Their reputations preceded them. Hogwart's resident Sex Gods, supposedly able to charm the knickers off of almost any female. Her biggest fear was that she'd be inadequate. She excelled in everything and she didn't want this to be any different.
She worried her bottom lip with her teeth as Draco turned to face her. She'd never been this nervous about anything.
Ever.
"Relax," he bid, his voice low and coaxing as he traced her abused lip with the rough pad of his thumb.
She jumped slightly, startled when Blaise attached his lips to the curve of her neck. His large hands settled on the swell of her hips as his teeth scraped gently over her pulse point.
Heat built within her and she closed her eyes, giving herself over to the sensations that he was creating. She moaned softly as Draco ran his hands lightly...
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