-"What makes her think she is entitled to have an opinion about it?"- Hermione responded angrily.

-"Well…"- Draco started, picking his words carefully.-"As unbelievable this may sound, you two used to be very close."

-"Me and Narcissa Malfoy close?"- the girl repeated raising her eyebrows shocked.

- "Yep, and it has nothing to do with me."- he added.- "In fact, I was quite struck when I found out, Granger."

-"You are making this up…"- she shook his head.

-"Oh darling, you and mother teaming up against me was something that could´ve never occurred to me…"- he said staring at her. –"and rather inconvenient I must admit."

-"How…? I mean, taking into account my heritage and her beliefs…"

-"You are pretty much alike."- Draco explained shrugging his shoulders.-"And no, I don´t have any mommy issues whatsoever, it´s just a fact."

Hermione was confused. In which universe could they share any sort of similarity?

-"It seems like another life…"

-"It´s funny."- Draco interrupted.- "Most days I woke up to the thought that it was another life, indeed."- he said running his long fingers through his hair.-"But it was this one, you know."

His eyes shone with the zillion things he wasn´t able to say and a heavy silence began at the end of his words. It was the silence of the unspoken, of the unsaid. A tempestuous sea of thoughts that rushed their blood.

-"Do you miss her?"- Hermione asked abruptly.

The question had been swirling in her mind since she had caught a glimpse of his eyes looking through her, as if he was trying to find something at the bottom of her pupils, as if he was expecting someone else on the other side of his mercury eyes. Draco remained silent, almost impassive, though his jaw clenched tightly and the small muscle of his temple twitched.

-"Every bloody second."

After the incident, Hermione was capable of finding the strength to stay away from Draco. And no, it wasn´t the attack nor the scar it had left, but his absence at the infirmary which gave her the opportunity to finally walked out of his life. This wasn´t the first time she had run in the opposite direction, though somehow it seemed more real, more like an ending than a new beginning.

Days passed. Painfully and slowly, dragging hours with each sunset by the lake. She´d found a spot there which she almost enjoyed, afar from the haunting memories of their shared past.

She was doing fine was the definition for numb and overwhelmed all wrapped into one.

She wanted to scream.

And to shut up.

To rip him open.

To tear the fucking castle down.

She wanted the pain to stop.

But at the same time, in those few moments in which she wasn´t hurting, she wanted it back. That nothing, crawling from her chest, filling up her veins, crushing her bones, that nothing was more overbearing than the pain.

The dim light of the sunset fell onto her softly, infusing warmth through a few sunrays.

Hermione sighed deeply, allowing her anguish to consume her. Her hands trembled, her skin itched. She was a fucking addict. And the only thing well worth doing was staying the fuck away of the source.

Hermione was running late to one of her classes when she bumped into Harry. She had been avoiding him. Ron. Everyone. She would even avoid herself if it was possible.

The void he had left was consuming her even more than his presence. But Harry… He meant well. He was good. She would allow the chit chat without making an excuse to disappear. Harry deserved it.

-"That night at Borgin and Burkes, Malfoy was looking at a vanishing cabinet…"- the green-eyed muttered. 5 letters were all it took for Hermione to begin paying attention to her dearest friend. And in spite of not having the best intentions, her interest was absolutely genuine.

-"What would Malfoy want with a vanishing cabinet?" – she asked frowning. And for once, she had meant it. She wasn´t just trying to engage in a conversation she couldn´t care less about. This was odd. What was he up to?

Harry just stared back at her, his green eyes darkened when he hissed: -"You tell me."

That bloody Slytherin party. She was fucked.

-"He looks different, don´t you think?"- Hermione asked trying to deflect the course of the conversation."- "Malfoy."- his last name left her lips in a much sweeter tone she had intended.-"Almost ill."

Once again, she had meant it. When her cravings reached an extreme, she allowed herself to look. Just look. One minute. Two max. Just a tiny tiny look to soothe her, to relieve the withdrawal. And in those moments, she had seen him withering away. His skin had grown paler and thin, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles of nights of no sleep. His neck and shoulders were always tensed, contracted. Hermione was sure they must´ve been sore, too.

All he was sullen.

And tired.

Exhausted, actually.

And dark.

He was drowning.

But nobody cared.

Not even Harry.

-"Who could tell the difference?"- her friend answered before entering to class.

She. She could absolutely tell the difference.

That night at the Gryffindor tower, Hermione sat with Harry by the fireplace. She had been unfair and embarrassingly selfish. Harry was about to become the martyr or the savior of the Wizarding World, and all she did was whining over a boy. Well, he wasn´t a boy. He was actually a man… and what a man…

Hermione shook her head off. Sometimes she´d punch herself in the face. She pushed back her maniac-depressive self and made the effort to socialize.

So they talked and talked. She even managed to say something about Quidditch. And they laughed a few times.

It was good. She almost felt that way, too.

-"Honestly, Harry, sometimes I think the daily prophet should call you the dim one."- Hermione said jokingly.

-"Nice". – the green-eyed answered in a wide smile.

-"I am going to bed."- her words were followed by her feet guiding her to the entrance to the girls room.

-"Hermione."- Harry called out stopping her. She turned around slowly and gave him a curious look. -"I think Malfoy´s leaving the castle. I´ve seen it sometimes, he just disappears off the map."- the girl´s heart skipped a beat.

-"That´s not possible. No one can leave the castle these days. The map´s wrong."- the girl said promptly. She looked impassive. If it wasn´t for the pounding in her chest, she might´ve even fooled herself.

-"The map´s never wrong."- Harry insisted loudly.

-"Good night Harry." When she closed the door, she rested her head against the dark wood. What the hell was he up to?

Hermione knew there was no other way to do this. When it comes to addictions, it´s either cold turkey or nothing.

People may rationalize things to the edge of stupidity, finding theories that hasn´t been proved, explanations that fulfill their desires of remaining close to the source of their addiction.

"Cutting it off would trigger anxiety…"

"Overexposing yourself might work better. Insensitivity thrives after long periods of exposure…"

"Consider this a learning experience. Exercising control for character development…"

Bullshit.

But Harry´s comment about Draco disappearing from the map gave Hermione an excuse. A valid and solid excuse to go after him. Again.

Hey, he might be after something bad after all. She was just trying to help Harry discover the truth, right?

Right?

So as the good friend she clearly was, she took the marauder's map from Harry without him noticing it and set off to find Malfoy, reminding herself every two strides that the thrill piling up in her stomach was normal, that the tingle of expectation in her fingers had nothing to do with the fact she was going to see him.

Hermione brushed some curls behind her shoulder and opened the map casually. There was another Hogsmeade trip that weekend so her absence would be unnoticed. Ron would be too busy sticking his tongue down Lavander´s throat while Harry would be trying not to get his down Ginny´s. Perhaps he´d meet that boy everyone seemed so fond of lately, the Slytherin one, Adrian Pucey. Yep, he hadn´t talked to her about the visit so he would definitely see him.

Great, Hermione muttered for herself. That meant more time.

Her eyes wondered across the thousand names that came up in the map. She dismissed each of them promptly, eagerly looking for that cursed name her lips hadn´t breathed for so long.

There you are git.

A couple of footprints labeled with his name flared in the map. He was alone and… Why on earth was he going to the Shrieking Shack?

She closed the map swiftly and shoved it in her bag. As she walked there, she cherished the overwhelming sensation she was experiencing. Yep. The thrill expanding her chest, elevating her from the ordinary world. She was definitely gonna see him.

But he wasn´t there when she arrived. Just the same old peeled paper on the walls and the same old broken furniture. Though, she did not recall that huge brownish stain on the carpet. Was it blood?

-"Stalking on me now, Granger?"- a deep voice said.- "As if staring at me in all classes wasn´t pathetic enough."

Hermione turned around slowly. His perfume struck her, flooding her senses, but she did her best to remain immune to his toxicity.

-"If you didn´t look that ill, perhaps people would not stare at you, Malfoy."- the girl resorted in boredom. The boy clenched his jaw but remained impassive to her nasty remark.-"What is it? Your new company is not allowing you to get some sleep…"- she asked playfully in half a smile.

What the fuck are you doing?, the voice of reason echoed in her mind. You were supposed to find out what he was up to, not engaged in stupid comments that you well know where…

-"You have no idea."-the Sly muttered absent-minded. Hermione frowned. Has that been an honest answer? The tone… -"What about you?"- Malfoy interrupted.

-"Me what?"- she asked bewildered.

-"Your new company is not entertaining enough?"- the blonde inquired dragging every word.-"That´s why you are chasing after me…"- he stopped before adding.- "again."

-"Please."- she scolded switching her weight to her right side.-"I don´t owe you any kind of explanation…"

-"Sure…"

-"But for your sick mind not to fill the gaps with egomaniac and self-centered theories, let me tell you that I am just helping out a friend. It has nothing to do with you."-she finished firmly. Good, she had even convinced herself.

-"Of course you are."- Draco mouthed dragging his feet across the wooden floor.- "Good girl Granger."- he praised softly, well knowingly of the effect his words had.-"Enlighten me here, though. Who are you exactly helping? Because I don´t see anybody around…"- he finished turning his head to the sides in an exaggerated way.- "Oh wait… perhaps they haven´t arrived yet. What are you gonna do? Sucking them off like the good slut you are?"

His rude words felt like a slap across her face.

The hatred, the disdain, the tangible humillation.

Why? Why? Why?

She swallowed hard. Not long ago his words might have destroyed her. But when there is nothing else to break, when you are already shattered, life gives you an option: to wield every piece. Hermione might´ve been a wreck. But each of her pieces was razor blade sharp and she wasn´t scared to use them against him.

-"A good guess, Malfoy."- she said biting her lip teasingly.-" Close enough."- the girl added in a wicked smile.-"Though I´ll be the one receiving it this time, you know how it gets me off…" Draco´s jaw almost fell to the wooden floor. Fucking witch.

-"I bet you are."- he said bitterly, once he recovered from the initial shock . -"Who is it gonna be then? The weasel? Thought he was doing purebloods now…."

-"He is, indeed."- Hermione confirmed moving towards him.-"But you know mudbloods…"- her chin rose, her eyes locked in his.-"there are so many dirty things about us, things a pureblood lady can simply dream about…"- at the end of her words, her upper teeth bit her lip teasingly.

-"You fucking whore..."- Malfoy hissed turning his hands into fists. His ring flashed among his white knuckles.

-"You don´t get to call me a whore, Malfoy."- the girl called back loudly.-"Not anymore."

-"It´s what you are Granger."- he said towering her. His anger seemed to have enlarged his figure even more.-"A filthy mudblood whore."- the Sly whispered squishing her face hard.

-"You wish I were"- she said getting out of his grip.-"Now, sod off Malfoy. I´ve already told you I got plans. Bye bye"- she lied as her hand waved in the air.

Go away. Fucking go away.

-"Please."- he huffed shaking his head.-"Stop this charade. I know how our little rows used to get you. You must be dripping…"

-"Too bad you can´t see it for yourself."- the girl exclaimed boldly, fighting the pulsing sensation in her lower belly.

-"You sure about that?"- the blonde asked raising a brow.

-"Positive."-not a single trace of doubt in her voice.-"But don´t worry, got it covered mate."- she finished patting down her hand on his chest.

-"Bloody hell"- Draco cursed throwing a fist to the wall.-"You are mine, Granger. Fucking mine."- he said twisting one of her wrists.

-"Think twice, you idiot."- she hissed.-"You hurt me."- her arm moved down harshly getting away from his hand.-"You fucking left me alone."- she pushed him back, frustrated, enraged. Trying to put some distance before she relapsed.-"So now I get to do what I want, to fuck who I want…" Stop. Stop. Stop. STOP! You did not come here for this…

-"No one is gonna fuck you like I do." – he shouted at her.

Oh boy… his voice was a twisted mix of pain and pride. As twisted as the fact it made her shivered. She knew his hoarse words were absolutely and unequivocally right. That was why her honesty was brutal when she answered…

-"That is the idea, you git."

Who would want a desire that consumes you, that erases the borders of reality transforming your body into a stream of energy that expands freely across the universe bursting like a supernova in the depths of the most unimaginable pleasure?

It was fucking nirvana.

Heaven on hell.

So, how? And why?

Why would someone want to cross the borders of insanity over and over again?

Why you said?

Because it was the best fucking feeling in the whole world.

Better than drugs.

Better than life.

She would not speak these words. She didn´t need to. Draco Malfoy took them all out, each by each, the second his lips crashed on hers. He was kissing her. The goddamned bastard. And she was kissing him back.

Was she out of her mind? Probably.

Was she as sick as he was? Most likely.

Was she enjoying every bit of it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

For Merlin´s sake, the man was freaking heroine…

Hermione gave in to her urges, becoming ecstatic to the feeling of his warmth tongue inside her mouth. His lips moved with a hunger she could almost recognize as her own. Harry? The map? Her purpose? Gone under his blazing touch… But then, something happened. He flinched.

-"Granger?"- Malfoy whispered against her lips. The girl had stopped her eager response altogether.

-"Roll up your sleeve.-"- she commanded softly, closing her eyes like she was enduring an unbearable pain, hoping for the first time in her entire life that her suspicious were mistaken.

-"Granger…"- he repeated, grabbing her chin with one of his long fingers, pressing his thin lips against her cupid´s bow.

-"Roll up your sleeve.-" the girl repeated, pushing him back with both of her hands on his chest.-"Please."- she begged.

-"Granger…"- his tone was harsh the third time.-"I seriously don´t know what the hell is wrong with you…"- he started pulling up his sleeve angrily.-"Sometimes, I swear a bludger might´ve hit you…"

There it was.

Nothing.

His pale alabaster skin was untouched, unmarked. A loud sighed emerged between her lips, while her finger trace up and down his left forearm.

-"Revelio."- she whispered in the smallest of voices. Fuck. He should´ve known. She was the brightest witch of her age after all…

The dark mark appeared in his arm as a faded scar, slightly taking the form of its horrifying snake and skull. It was the darkest shade of black she had ever seen, and there was something obscure about it, something that made it seemed like it was alive. She fell to the ground, pulled by the knot in her stomach that was slowly tying her lungs too. Tears streamed down her face, an involuntary reflex of her soul. Draco Malfoy knelt in front of her, broken, defeated. Not even his skilled occlumency could have saved him from the pain transfiguring his features.

-"What have they done, my love?"- she whispered incoherently.-"What have they done?"

The tone of her voice resembled shattered glass, but her embrace… Oh man…he thought for a moment that every piece of his soul had gotten back together.

She let him go the second he lift his barriers again. The back of her hand wasn´t enough to brush the tears off her face but that did not stop her from trying. She rubbed hard, almost painfully.

-"Your dad screwed it up that bad, huh?"- Hemione asked in a grin. Draco swallowed hard. -"And I bet your mom…"-the girl shook his head stopping mid-sentence.-"No…she is fine. You wouldn´t be here if they had done anything to her….."- she added lost in thought.-"They probably made you watch, showed you all the sick and twisted things they´d do to her if you didn´t…"- her hands covered her mouth in pure horror and disgust.

-"Granger…"- the Sly muttered, his jaw clenching, his eyes raging a violent storm. Fuck her. Fuck her and her fucking brain and how she was screwing everything up… The irony of it. The mudblood had got everything right. Better than his ancestors, more accurate than the sacred fucking 28th. She knew, beforehand, how it worked. How he worked. And him? A stupid child. Fed by his parents' lessons and pushed by the certainty that lies in ignorance, he had become a hostage of a madman.

There were happier times, when he had actually believed all this shit. When the promise of a better world had seduced him. Isn´t that what everybody wants after all? The long dream of a desired reality becoming true. The utopia each of us pursue, regardless if it´s good or bad. Oh those notions… Good or bad. We all claim to be doing any kind of good. We all claim to be right…. until something, or someone, proves us wrong.

And it has been a someone for Draco. His own personal prosecutor. The minute he had seen her in that train, with her fizzy hair and know-it-all attitude, searching for a frog that wasn´t hers and wrinkling her little nose to everybody. He knew she was quite something. He could feel her magic filling every room she walked, defying all he ever believed in.

Years of watching her thrive. Walking the hallways as if she fucking owned this world. A world that wasn´t meant to be her own. That somehow she managed to learn overnight, the fucking smartass.

He remembered sending long letters home, bewildered, enraged. How could a mishap of magic like her could get better marks than him? And it wasn´t even that, she excelled at everything, casting every single spell perfectly. She even performed non-verbal magic for Merlin´s sake. She had managed to destroy his world. And took his h… , his mind and body, with her the moment he kissed her.

That night, at the astronomy tower, he knew. He fucking knew that he´d be forever wed to this girl, to this accident of nature that had turned into his own bloody miracle.

He shook his head, tossing his thoughts alongside his fears. What did she say? Made him watch? Yes…they had made him watch. But not in the way she was thinking, as if casting a mental projection wasn´t good enough, they had taken an innocent woman and done to her the same things they would do to his mother if he kept denying to fulfil his purpose.

Granger was smart, but she underestimated the horrors of war. Horrors that most nights he struggled to unseen. That was why she needed to stay the hell out of this. She was a liability. And even the thought of anything happening to her...

-"You ridiculous girl."- he spat.-"This is the side I´ve chosen to be. Fucking accept it."- that`s it… go away…

-"Choose? That´s the word you decided to use? Please…"- she hissed.-"I know you…. And the Great Draco Malfoy doesn´t do sides."- her big eyes sailed the tidal waves of his.-"The Great Draco Malfoy has only one side…his own."- she finished in a self-sufficient smile.-"So save it, I am done with your excuses…"

-"Excuses, you say? That´s a lot coming for someone who would blame literally anyone but the person who actually got the fucking dark mark"- he resorted –"I was the one who got it, you know."

-"I said stop."- she whispered. The dim lights of the room flickered due to her magic.- "I said I was done with your excuses, with your lies…."- each word was louder than the previous one, each word drove her closer to him.

-"This is what I am now, Granger."- he said holding out his left forearm.-"And you are delusional if you think something can change that."

-"Nox."

That basic, little spell was the only answer she gave to his painful words.

-"Don´t move."- she whispered, curling her fingers in his wrist. And then, the most unexpected thing happened. Draco Malfoy obeyed. He stood still. -"Tell me your house colours."- she commanded, pulling slowly from the end of his Slytherin scarf.-"My house colours."- she added taking off her sweater.-"Come on. Tell me."

-"Granger what….?"- he huffed frustrated.

-"In the darkness nothing matters."- Hermione whispered in his ear soothingly.-"We can´t see who we are expected to be, the roles we must fulfil…"- the girl continued.-"Your house colours, my house colours…gone."- her hand traced runes in his sharp clavicle.-"Mudblood? Pureblood?" -she breathed, her lips brushing the side of his neck.-"Death eater? Member of the order of Phoenix? "- her words rolled down on him the same way her fingers did on his forearm.-"How could anyone tell any of these in the dark?"- she inquired, feeling his heavy breathing under her hands.-"But you do feel it, right?- the girl said pressing her breasts against his bare chest.-"My blood rushing in my veins…"- his hands fell on the shape of her back unexpectedly.-"my blood aching for yours…"- she gasped.-"In the darkness it´s just your skin and mine…"- her lips ghosted his teasingly.-"In the darkness it´s just you and me, Draco."

-"Granger… fuck…"

-"I am fine…"- the girl muttered, trying to stand steadily. The shrieking shack welcomed her with all its worn-out glory.

-"No, you are not."- Malfoy said sneeringly.-"I told you this was a bad idea. Besides, you´ve had enough… rest is much recommended…"

-"Bullshit."- Hermione interrupted gaining a raised eyebrow from him.-"You didn´t want me to know. You didn´t want me to see it…"

-"I absolutely did not."- the Sly answered honestly. –"Why would I want you to see the way you discovered my little secret and how we shagged senselessly right afterwards?"

-"We fucked after I saw your dark mark?"- Hermione asked in awe, opening her eyes wide.

-"If you had any doubts… "- Draco commented in a grin. –"I clearly have no control over the memories your mind decides to bring up…."

-"Perhaps…"- the girl started, biting her tongue. They had missed more than just a train, she had definitely lost her mind.-"you could show me…."

What the actual fuck? What the hell was she doing? Okay. He was right. She needed some rest…

-"I was wondering if you´ll ever ask."- Malfoy answered as a hint of silver flashed his eyes.-"At your orders, Granger."- he whispered in her ear, pulling her hair down her back. –"Nox."

-"What are you doing?"- she asked concerned by the obscurity that suddenly surrounded her.

-"Didn´t you want me to show you?"- Malfoy said in an impassive tone.

-"Yes.. but I thought you were going for the memory of it… like you did…." His long fingers hushed her lips before finding their way to her nape.

-"Isn´t this more fun, pet?"- he brazenly asked, pressing his fingertips down her skin and slowly tracing the shape of her mouth with his thumb.-"Answer me."

-"Yes…"

-"Yes?"- he repeated, ghosting her breasts with the back of his hand.

-"Yes, sir."

Wait… What was she doing? What was he doing? Was that his hand in her…?

-"Oh gods…"- Hermione whispered when the overwhelming sensation of his skilled fingers brushing her core got her.

-"You´ll be a good girl for me, right Granger?"- it was a question, but his tone made it sound like a request.

-"I´ll be good…"- she answered absent-mindedly. But she fucking meant it. This man was a thousand drugs into one; one touch from him was all it took to vanish her sanity and self-control.

-"I know you will."- Draco whispered against her lips, his cool and minty scent perfume gushed into her senses.-"My sweet little girl… so good… so mine…"- each word triggered the most powerful of feelings inside her.-"Well… first, you deprived me of the vision of your body by putting out every single light…"- Hermione smiled against his broad chest. –"Secondly, you started stripping me and saying a whole lot of cheesy, but somehow accurate, stuff…."

-"It wasn´t chee…sy…"- the girl complained before a moaned escaped from her. Draco had spanked her ass, sending a shiver through her with the stingy sensation of his hard hand on her.

-"It was, but that is not the point. The point is…"- he started pulling down her trousers.-"that your little stunt gave me something that I thought I had lost by then."

-"What was it?"- Hermione asked, closing her eyes as he began removing her underwear.

-"Hope."- Malfoy said plainly.

-"Talking about cheesy remarks."- the girl said boldly.

-"Oh Granger…"- he scolded biting her thigh.-"I didn´t know I could still have it, that I could still feel it…"- his kisses and the wet softness of his tongue pushed her to the verge of self-control.- "and that wasn´t the only thing you gave me that day…"

-"It wasn´t?"- she asked panting. Oh sweet merlin…

-"No"- his head shook softly against her skin.-"You showed me that I was much more than the sum of my so-called choices. That somehow underneath my mistakes and my spoon-fed beliefs I was still me…."- he breathed as his tongue went further and further up her legs.-"I never thanked you for that, Granger."

-"You are welcome…"- she mouthed, biting her lip at he dive inside her. The warmth of his breath against her folds made her back arched in search for deeper contact.

-"You are fucking ecstasy."

-"What?"

-"The muggle drug."- he whispered

-"Oh Draco…."- Hermione moaned shamefully.-" Yes, please more, please, please, please…."- she begged subduing to the overgrowing pleasure he was administrating.

And he obliged. Addicted to the perpetual state of building-up being with her was. Over-stimulated by her voice, by her touch, by the bare necessity of claiming her body over and over And over again.

He rose from the floor, cherishing her taste in his mouth, burying her fingers in the sharp softness of her belly, pleased by her agitated breathing. 10 years of sobriety had nothing on him. What a fucking waste of time. Of self-control.

He would

take her

Use her

Inhale her

Consume her

Until there was nothing left of him.

-"Granger…"- Draco called out. She had taken advantage of his mental wondering to get on her knees and blew his mind at the same time she did the same to his hard cock.-" Mmm… you are so good… yeah… just like that…."- he hummed throwing his head back. –"I can´t see you, love. But I bet you look beautiful with my cock in that pretty mouth of yours…" His sweet words made her wetter, if that was even possible. So, when he pulled her up by fisting his hand on her hair, she was more than ready for him. -"All right, you did not do that back them, but I just couldn´t resist, Granger."- he admitted rubbing the pad of his thumb across her cheekbones. –"So, where were we?"

But he did not give her time to answer as he shoved her against the wall in one hard movement. She pressed both of her hands against the worn-out paper, flexing her arms as she felt his body aligning behind her. His hands drew the lines of her back, tracing the curve of her ass before he thrusted inside her.

Deep.

Hard.

Desire pooled in her lower belly, overflowing to her core, spreading to every inch of her skin setting her body on fire.

-"Oh yes…"-he groaned thrusting into her faster. One hand buried in her hip, the other one pulling her hair back.-"You are gonna come for me, aren´t you love?"

-"Yes…"- she moaned bouncing her body towards his.-"Yes, I am…"- she was at the edge of a massive explosion. -"Say my name, love. Say my name as you come for me, Hermione."

And that was all it took.

Her fucking name.

And the feral and primitive thirst behind each of his moves.

She came.

For her.

For him.

For the entire fucking universe.

She swore there were fireworks before her closed eyelids for merlin´s sake.

And then he unleashed his orgasm in the most delicious of ways. Spilling his seed inside her, dripping down her thighs, splashing his back and cheeks…

He was all over her.

Warm.

Hot.

Exquisite.

Draco managed to turn her around and kissed her, with the need of a thousand lives, with the promise of the future in his lips. And then, after breathing her in and out, he whispered…

-"Lumos".