Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that's exhilarating. And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. I drag Potter to bed. [bottom!Draco, hung!Harry, Size Kink, Humour]

Hermione is newly single and doesn't know where she belongs. George Weasley is just trying to learn how to work with being part wolf. The last thing either of them expects is for a nosey twin to step in and play matchmaker. Still, said nosey twin rarely cares whats expected. After all, who is afraid of a big, bad wolf? This is my return story and apology for such a long hiatus.