Hello there !

First things first, I wanted to thank you all for your warm welcome with Pornstache. By the time I post this second OS, Pornstache got over 2000 hits (FF + AO3, French + English). You guys are completly mental !

Enough small talk ! Told you I was coming back soon

But I don't even post this PWP for Valentine's Day, as I loathe this day (too commercial for me, sorry not sorry, haha)

Because today is special ! It's my beloved Lyra_Verin's birthday

Like last time, this is self translated from French (my mother tongue). I read it over and over, and one of by betas too (Genny237 -ily-). We hope there won't be any grammar mistakes or other... Please, tell me if you see any !

I also have another annoucement to make. BBTeam is growing !
I already had two beautiful betas Kathy_Magda et Genny237. And now, I can also count on those two wonders : Damelith et Lyra_Verin (who obviously didn't beta her birthday OS, haha).
Thousand thanks and kisses won't be enough to say how much they contibute to my work and make me grow as an author and a person *lovelovelove*

I also thank my friends from the « French Smut Liberation Front » for their support (don't laught, I see you !).
And, of course, thank Queen JKR for her beautiful master piece.

Enjoy !

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The sheets were cold when Hermione woke up this morning, shortly before 8. Draco had already left for Hogwarts. Friday was his busiest day, from 7:30 AM to 7 PM, no gaps. To top it all off, today, they couldn't even have lunch together, because he had an audit from the Ministry of Magic. An ex-Death Eater (forced, to prevent his death and his loved ones), and an ex-Auror (also forced, his collaboration with the DMLE was part of his sentence following his trial after the Battle of Hogwarts), who became DADA professor, must obviously remain under surveillance ad vitam aeternam. Even though he is married to the "brightest witch of her age, Golden Trio member and Order of Merlin". Ridiculous.

It's been a long time since she'd slept so well. She could feel the sun warming her skin. Their house in Hogsmeade was quiet. She felt rested. Wait a minute. The sun? The quiet? Rested? 8 AM? Hermione got up like a shot. She rushed into the twins' bedroom, Scorpius and Lyra. It was empty. The house was as silent as ever. She ran down the stairs at light speed, panicking. When she reached their living room, she saw a cup of tea, a sunny-side-up egg, bacon, some toasts (all of them under statis warm), and a note on their dining table. Draco. She sighed in relief, then smiled, touched by his kindness. Clearly, he'd taken care of everything before he left for work.

She sat down at the table to enjoy her breakfast. She couldn't linger too much on it, her classes started at 9 AM. Hermione couldn't help but feel a bit sad, not being able to have breakfast with her husband, especially when she wouldn't see him until late in the evening. Even more when this day was special. They've been in a relationship for exactly 10 years, and married for 7. She sipped her tea as she read the note he left.

"Hermione,

Pansy came to take the kids with her. We will get them back tomorrow afternoon. By the way, she was way too pleased to look out for them… I think she wants to convince Neville to take the plunge. But she's deluding herself if she thinks their children will be nearly as perfect and beautiful as ours.

Enjoy your breakfast. See you tonight.

I love you."

Hermione smiled widely. He knew exactly what day it was, and he had planned everything.

When she dropped the note, she saw a wax sealed envelope with their coat of arms. That was odd. Did he forget to send it ? She grabbed it and turnt it to see to whom it was addressed to. There was only an 'H', finely written with her husband's handwriting. Obviously, she was the addressee. She opened it.

"At this time we thrive and are the most powerful."

A riddle? That's fun. But the answer was easy. Too easy.

"Midnight," she said out loud.

Nothing. There was no sign on the parchment, nor on the envelope. Not a sound either. So it wasn't the right answer. Well, not the expected words. Because yes, Hermione Jean Granger-Malefoy always found the answer to any riddles. So she gave the other name known for 'midnight'.

"The witching hour."

The message and envelope lit up and turned into an emerald green lace and satin set. The head of Slytherin house couldn't have been more cliché. But she had to admit that it was beautiful fine lingerie. The man had taste. She let out a small laugh. He wanted to play ? She was going to follow. She finished her breakfast, grabbed the underwear and went to get ready to face her students.


When Hermione returned to her office at 11 AM, after two hours trying to tame some particularly dissipated fourth-year Slytherins and Ravenclaws (she'd have to tell Draco about that, by the way), she found a second envelope. She closed her door and silenced the room wandlessly. She sat comfortably at her desk and opened it.

"She has never left her position since 1974."

This one was tricky. Which witch was on the teaching staff at that time? McGonagall and Sprout both left their post since then. The first one became Headmaster, the other one retired, and Neville took over the position. Professors Vector, Sinistra and Trelawney were not even there yet. That left us with Mrs Hooch, Pomfrey and Pince. She called out the first names, but there was no reaction from the letter or the envelope. Of course. They had been in office before and not since 1974. She hoped the last one would be right.

"Irma Pince." Nothing.

She was the only one left, so Hermione tried a variation.

"Madam Pince?." Niet.

Perhaps her occupation, then.

"Librarian." Nada.

"Uuuugggggghhh," she grumbled in exasperation.

This second riddle was more complicated than it seemed.

"She's a librarian, she works in a library, I don't…"

The envelope and the message lit up. Library. That was it. It wasn't the person but the place she needed to find. That sneaky bastard ! It was so very far-fetch Hermione swore she would teach him how to write a riddle correctly.

A Gryffindor uniform appeared. This game was getting more and more interesting.


The last envelope appeared on her desk at 3:30 PM.

"My approval is needed to go in."

Since she bore the Malfoy name, she could also go anywhere only he was allowed to. There were, literally, hundreds of possibilities, if only for their properties. She had no time to waste because she wouldn't be able to think about it later. Her classes would start again in half an hour, and she had a detention watch starting at 5PM, as well as thirty or so first-year scrolls about 'Introduction to Viking Runes' to mark. She couldn't possibly quote all of their houses now, it was impossible and Draco knew it. It had to be something else.

Her previous reward was a clue. So, it was here, at Hogwarts. The staff room? She tried. No reaction. His office on the third floor of the north tower? No reaction either. Unless...

"The restricted section."

The riddle turned into an anal jewel. Hermione blushed and double-checked her office was properly locked. What the hell was he thinking by giving her this at work?! What if one of her colleagues had walked in this instant?

Once she was sure she was alone, she looked at the object more closely. It wasn't just any plug. It was small with three beads of different sizes (the smallest at the end, and the largest at the base) no more than ten centimetres long. It also had a magically lightened diamond on its stand (because a stone that size would be really heavy without an enchantment, and we're talking about Draco, it couldn't be something as common as a rhinestone). They began exploring anal pleasures just a few months ago, and Hermione wasn't always comfortable with them. So this particular kind of plug was a good way of gradually getting into the joys of sodomy.

She couldn't wait. Tonight, at midnight, in the library's restricted section.


The school was deserted, prefects had long since finished their rounds. Hermione paced up and down the halls in the middle of the night, and no one could guess what was hidden under her cloak.

The library was almost pitch black. Only the moon lit up the room. Hermione cast Lumos, and walked towards the restricted section. She walked down the aisles, but Draco wasn't there. It was odd, he was never late. Had she misunderstood the meaning of his riddles? No, she didn't. She leaned against the only table in the restricted section and waited.

"I don't remember granting you any access here, Miss Granger."

Hermione looked up abruptly, pointing her lightened wand in front of her. Draco was standing in front of her. Where was he coming from ? She didn't recall hearing any footsteps or seeing his wand lit. No matter. His deep voice and stormy gaze made her shiver with anticipation.

"The books in the other aisles didn't contain the information I needed, Professor Malfoy," she breathed, trembling with arousal.

Draco approached her slowly, with his signature smirk, and stopped about fifty centimetres in front of her. He was so close to her, after a day without seeing each other, and yet so far away.

"Your research could have waited until tomorrow. It's long past curfew. I'll have to take points off Gryffindor."

"Please, Professor... I won't do it again, I'll be good…" she begged.

He moved towards her, close enough to touch her. Hermione could feel his warmth, but the lack of contact frustrated her.

"Surprisingly, I don't believe you. This is not the first time you've broken the rules. This time I am obliged to discipline you. Immediately."

Hermione sighed and bit her lip. Draco summoned a few candles to slightly brighten the room, but kept the atmosphere subdued.

"Take off your shirt and tie," he ordered.

She nodded, and proceeded to do so while looking at him in the eye.

"Good girl," he said when she finished.

Draco took a moment to admire his choice of lingerie. His eyes were eager, and he bit his lower lip. He looked more than pleased.

"If only you could see what I see," he murmured. "You are so beautiful."

His eyes were shinning with all his love and desire for her. She blushed and looked away. She saw he was already hard through his trousers, she swallowed. She knew what was coming, and she was getting wet. Draco lifted her chin with one hand and kiss her chastely on her lips. Then he took the Gryffindor tie and gently grabbed Hermione's wrists. He wrapped the cloth around them to tie them up.

"Not too tight?" he asked.

Hermione shook her head. Draco put an object in one of her hands.

"At any time, if you want to stop, let go of the bell. Do you understand?"

Hermione nodded.

"Use your words."

"Understood, Professor."

"Good girl. Now, on your knees."

He must have cast a cushioning charm and a warming charm, because when her knees touched the ground, the stone was neither hard nor icy. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his flies and pulled his member out of his trunks, his trousers still on.

Hermione licked her lips and looked hungrily at his hard manhood in front of her. She looked up at Draco, asking for permission to taste her favourite treat. He smiled. He ran one hand through her hair, then took his cock with the other and brought it to her lips.

"Miss Granger, it's time to teach you a lesson."

He grabbed her curls in a tight fist, shoved his dick into her mouth and grunted with pleasure. Hermione moaned, his move was so sudden (yet predictable) she could only take half of him in her mouth.

"Come on, Miss Granger, don't be shy."

She slowly began moving back and forth on him until her jaws got used to her husband's width. No, her Professor's. She tried to tighten her lips to increase the pressure around his member, especially when she reached its head, just as he liked. Her tongue was flat against his erection, she needed to lubricate it properly. Then she took him completely out of her mouth, with only a trickle of saliva to tie her to him.

She felt Draco's grip tighten in her hair, it was a sign she needed to pick up the pace. His moans were feral, but she knew it wouldn't be enough to get him to the edge.

"Miss Granger, I know you can do better."

She inhaled deeply, relaxed her muscles, and took his dick deeper into her mouth, but still not entirely.

"I know you can take it all."

She groaned, she wasn't ready yet, her jaw wasn't relaxed enough. She looked up at her professor, begging for a minute to prepare and blow him properly. He frowned.

I'll make you write sixty centimetres of parchment about how to suck my cock properly, if you don't put more heart into it, Miss Granger."

She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and took his cock fully into her mouth, deep down her throat. Draco didn't move for a few seconds, so she could adjust to the sensation. She focused on resisting her gag reflex and relaxing the muscles in her throat. She felt full, she felt filled, and she loved it.

"That's it, just like that. What a sweet girl."

Draco began to move. Both his hands cleared his student's face, pulling her hair up into a sort of a ponytail. When his hands reached the back of her head, he grabbed her curls tightly and impaled Hermione down his lower stomach. She nearly choked as he soughed. He sped up, going deeper and deeper into her throat. He moaned louder and louder, almost grunting, and began to swear.

"Mmmmhhhh... Fuck, that's good!" he breathed out, in a final thrust before remaining still down her throat.

He hadn't come yet, Hermione could feel it. He wasn't finished with her, he wasn't going to give in now.

"Regarding all your transgressions, I am afraid this simple punishment won't be enough," he added with his deep voice.

He withdrew slowly, and she coughed on his dick. Hermione was out of breath. She was soaked with saliva on her chin, cheeks and breasts. But also with juices between her thighs.

"Up. Face the bookcase. Hands above your head and leaning on the shelves."

Hermione obeyed. Draco stood behind her and charmed her tie to help her keeping her arms up. He put one foot between her legs to spread them. His hands went up her thighs and he hiked up her skirt over her bum. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her slightly towards him so she would arch her back. She felt the air cooling her skin long enough to be almost cold. Meaning he had been contemplating, once again, his choice of lingerie. She heard him exhale loudly, it was nearly a sigh. He was clearly satisfied with what he saw.

He ran his fingers under the waistband of her panties and removed it, and he bit one of her butt cheeks on his way down. A few seconds later, she felt her mouth force open. He'd gagged her with her own knickers. He hadn't pushed it all the way into her mouth, just enough to grow tension and let her breathe at the same time.

"Remember the bell," he whispered in her ear before kissing her shoulder tenderly.

She nodded slightly and gripped the item even tighter in her hand. She loved what she was feeling far too much to let it all end at this point. Draco grabbed her butt cheeks in each hand and pulled them apart, revealing the diamond on the anal plug base.

"Salazar, it looks so good on you... You're gorgeous," he sithed before getting back into his role. "Miss Granger, I don't think one punishment was enough."

Without further ado, he pumped into her as deeply as he could. They both moaned with pleasure. As much as she loved having him filling her mouth, she loved him even more when he stuffed her vagina. More than full, she felt whole. Role play or not, her feelings and love for him kept increasing and were more intense each time they had sex.

Draco accelerated his thrusts and fucked her ferociously. Amidst the quiet of the library, one could only hear the echoes of their voices and the slamming of his hips against her butt. Hermione could no longer hold back her moans of pleasure.

"Shhh... Quiet, Miss Granger, someone might hear us."

Hermione's moans went softer, but she could not stop herself as he pounded her.

"Miss Granger, if you keep going, Madam Pince will banish you from the library."

She stiffened at the very mention of this possibility.

"That's not what you want, is it?"

Hermione shook her head.

"So shut up."

She nodded.

"Good girl."

She heard Draco pick up his wand and place it on the diamond of her anal plug. It began to vibrate, and she began moaning again. Draco grunted, but she didn't know if it was from pleasure, due to vibrations he could also feel, or from annoyance because she'd disobeyed him. She got her answer when his hand came down hard on her bum.

"Miss Granger, this is my last warning," he growled, as he stopped moving.

Hermione bit harder on her knickers to keep herself from making any sound. His slap had sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire body. She tried to stay still as Draco resumed pumping her.

"There. Such a good girl."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back as he sped up his strokes. Faster. Harder. Deeper. His other hand was still on her butt, and his fingers dug deeper and deeper into her flesh as he thrust.

The plug was already increasing sensations in her vagina, but vibrations set the bar of pleasure even higher. It was absolutely divine. She knew he could feel them too, and that thought alone turned her on even more. She could feel her orgasm building, her cunt began to throb around his cock. She was so close to the edge, but it wasn't enough.

Draco, who knew his wife's body (student for the evening) off by heart, moved his hand from her butt to her clit. He wanted them to come together. It only took a few swirls of his hand for Hermione to cum hard on his dick as he poured into her.

Both of them were out of breath. Draco stopped the vibrations, let go of Hermione's hair and pulled out. She stood still as his cum was dripping between her thighs and Draco got dressed. He took her knickers off her mouth, and she didn't say a word. He also ceased the restricting charm that was keeping her wrists up. She lowered her arms and turned to face him, and he cast a charm to relax her shoulders.

"You alright ? Do you want to continue?" he asked, as to verify her consent for what he was planning to do.

"If what I went through was your idea of punishment, Professor, then I'm afraid I'll reoffend as soon as you set me free. You're clearly becoming lenient with age." she teased in a false bad-girly way.

His eyes darkened, and his gaze became feral. He grabbed her by the tie around her wrists and laid her on the table. He placed her arms above her head, and spread her legs, before grabbing her hips and placing her butt on the edge of the desk. He raised her legs and placed her feet on each side of her bum, exposing her bare cunt to the cold air of the room.

"Now, Miss Granger, let's see how much you paid attention to my classes."

He leaned down to quickly lick her slit, tasting what remained of his seed inside her. Then he stood up and began to drag his fingers around her still sensitive labia and clit. He wasn't entering her, nor was he playing with her pleasure bud. It was tremendously frustrating.

"Miss Granger, what is the difference between a ghost, a poltergeist and a banshee?" he asked.

She had to answer, but his fingers were deliciously arousing her, and she couldn't concentrate. He smirked. She knew he could torture her for hours if he decided he didn't want her to cum. And she guessed he'd decided she'd only climax if she would answer correctly.

She still didn't quite come back from her previous orgasm. Her quim was still swollen with pleasure. That's how Hermione knew the next few minutes would feel like an eternity, and he would make sure she'd feel like he bent time.

"A ghost is the imprint of the soul of a once-living witch or wizard… Aaah ! » she cried as he pinched her clit. "These spirits were either afraid of... Mmmmh! ... death, or had an extraordinarily strong connection to the places they haunt," she gasped as his fingers played with her entrance.

"Mmm. That's it, huh? I'm a little disappointed, Miss Granger. You know more than that," he said with his deep voice.

The tone of his voice combined with his strokes made her want to beg him to put his fingers inside her. But she knew he wouldn't listen. She continued.

"Ghosts are unable to have much physical influence. They appear as a kind of blue flame, or… Aaaah!… as a greyish-silver apparition of their former living sleeves"

"Continue."

His silver eyes fixed on her, Draco moved his fingers gently to her clit, and rubbed it lightly. The light but persistent pressure on that ball of nerves was almost more unbearable than the firm, savage thrusts he had given her earlier.

"They can pass through solid objects without damaging themselves or the material, but they... Aaah! ... create disturbances in water, fire and air. The temperature drops in their immediate vicinity. Finally, muggles cannot become ghosts, nor... Ooooh... see them clearly."

"Very good, Miss Granger."

Hermione writhed in pleasure and anticipation as he kept stroking firmly and intensely her clit. She could feel the pleasure growing inside her, and her mind was too focused on her impending orgasm to remember her professor was probably not going to let it come yet.

Since she had only answered part of the question, he withdrew his hand just as she was ready to climax. She cried out of frustration. He smiled at her face and slapped her clit, before stroking it again. So gently. So slowly.

"What about poltergeists?" he asked, still massaging her pleasure bud.

The tension was building in her again, it was so frustrating a tear escaped from the corner of her eye. She was far from getting over the edge, but she couldn't stop herself from moaning with pleasure. She desperately wanted him to stick his two fingers into her pussy. Two? No, three. Come on, four, even ! But if she wanted it, she had to answer.

"Poltergeists are indestructible spirits of chaos… Oooh… Unlike ghosts, they can manipulate their... Mmmh! ... environment."

He was trying to drive her crazy and it was working. All the torture she'd gone through during the war had nothing to compare to those few minutes of edging. If she didn't cum soon, she'd end up in St. Mungo's psychiatric ward.

"Tell me more about them."

He finally thrust his fingers hard and vigorously into her core. His thumb took its place on her clit and kneaded it deliciously as his fingers pounded her slit faster. She was so close. She clutched the bell so tightly in her hand she thought she broke it. She tried to tilt her hips so his fingers could touch her just where she wanted them to, and so she could cum.

"Professor! Yesss! Right here, please!" she begged.

But Draco stopped rubbing her love bud to hold her still, grabbing her hip to keep her flat on the desk. Then he withdrew his other hand completely from her slit.

"Poltergeists, Miss Granger," he said with a wry smile.

Hermione moaned in exasperation, but answered. Draco rested his thumb on her clit and slowly circled it.

"They haunt a specific place at a time, usually those inhabited by a large number of teenagers, and... Aaah! ... sometimes Muggle houses. They are creatures classified as non-human spirit apparitions, and… Aaah… as such, they are amortal. Poltergeists generally… Mmmh… have no physical form, with the exception of Peeves."

"Very good, Miss Granger."

"I beg you, Professor! Let me cum!"

"I don't think so."

"Please! I need it!"

"Oh really?" he said, falsely innocent. "But you haven't finished answering my question, Miss Granger," he added as he slowly slid his fingers inside her.

He was pounding her so slowly it was agony. She sobbed as he smiled evilly at her. He was the perfect Lucifer.

"If you wish to cum, tell me what you know about banshees."

Hermione moaned and begged him again to explode on his fingers. But he played with her, speeding up and slowing down his movements. He fired up her G-spot just enough to feel her orgasm growing. And when he felt her walls trembling, he withdrew his fingers for a few seconds, before starting his torture all over again.

"Ban... Ban... Banshees are... Mmmh... dark creatures' natives of Ireland. They are malevolent spirits that have the appearance of women. Their... Their... Their…"

"Their what, Miss Granger?" he asked, pulling away his hand until she continued her sentence.

"Screams are fatal to the ears, like... like those... Aaah! ... those of fully grown mandrakes."

She wanted more. It was unbearable. When he withdrew his hand to spread her labia with his fingers, letting the cool air filling her pussy, Hermione realised her torture wasn't ending yet.

"Professor... I beg you... I can't take it anymore... I have to come!"

"Not now, Miss Granger. You still haven't explained how banshees are different from ghosts and poltergeists."

"Please... Please, Professor…" she sobbed.

"You know very well I won't allow it, Miss Granger."

Hermione was desperate. It was too much. She could drop the bell. No. The long-awaited orgasm was within reach. She could do it.

Draco's fingers were no longer inside her, they were playing with her clit, her labia and her entrance. But he was no longer pounding her. He kissed softly on one of her knees and continued.

"What do banshees look like, Miss Granger?"

Hermione bit her lip. She knew the answer, of course, but it was hidden in the corner of her memory, and the path to it was blocked with pleasure. Draco pressed his thumb flat against her clit and she cried out.

"I'm still waiting, Miss Granger."

"Ban... banshees have the appearance of a... of a woman with long black hair down to the... down to the ground, their face... Mmh! ... are skeletal and their skin is green."

"Very good, Miss Granger."

Draco rewarded her by brutally ravaging her cunt with his fingers. He was going faster and faster, but also farther and harder. It felt so good that Hermione bit her lip until she tasted her own blood.

"There! Yesss! I'm cumming! Professor, yes! Aaaaah!"

But once again, Draco pulled out his hand. Yes, she would definitely be sent to St. Mungo's tomorrow if he kept this up.

"You've been doing so well. One last question, how do you get rid of a banshee?"

She didn't even have time to think of an answer when he made the plug vibrating again. She was so focused on his fingers that she'd almost forgotten about it. The wave of orgasm was rising but she had to answer. He would stop everything again if she didn't. He said it was the last question. She took a deep breath, she could do it.

"With... With... With a laughing potion," she stammered.

"How ?"

"You have to... to... to... Aaah!… spray it on them."

"Excellent, Miss Granger. You are so brilliant. Now, cum for me. Show me how much of a good girl you are."

His fingers went deep into her core, thrusting her frantically. His thumb pressed her clit hard and constantly circled it. The beaded plug vibrations increased her sensations tenfold. It was almost surreal. She was almost there. She was going to be relieved. She was going to cum.

There. Finally. This is it.

Her orgasm was so overwhelming and intense her whole body huddled on herself. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out. She could not see, hear, smell or feel anything other than the blinding pleasure that washed over her. At that moment, nothing existed, nothing mattered.


When she came down from her orgasm, Draco took Apperated them home (one of his few privileges at Hogwarts). He delicately removed her plug, then he treated her bloodied lip, her wrists reddened by her tie and her bum cheek marked by his fingers and teeth. She didn't want to take a shower because she couldn't stand on her two feet. So Draco massaged her while he washed her carefully with a flannel. After he took care of her, she only wanted one thing: to rest in his arms, to feel his skin against hers and to listen to his rocking heartbeat. Draco knew exactly what to do.

He did not bother to dress them up while he placed them on the floor of their living room, in front of a fireplace. He embraced her tenderly and warmly under a fluffy blanket. His hands fondled her back, her arms or her thighs as softly as a feather. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face and her head. And between each kiss, he told her that he loved her, that she was beautiful, magnificent and amazing, and how happy he was to be by her side. She made Draco understand that she'd completely come down to Earth, that she was with him, by kissing him back.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

She nodded, smiling widely and happily, and kissed him. He handed her a glass of water and some apple slices he'd cut up for her.

"You know you're completely mad, aren't you ? What if someone, a portrait or a ghost caught us ?" she asked between two apple slices

"Today was special. How could I just have dinner in a restaurant and fuck you in our bed ? I knew you secretly wanted to shag in here. So we had to do it at least once in our lives ! As for our privacy, may I remind you that as a DADA professor, I'm in charge of the wards and the security of this castle. I made sure, we couldn't be bothered by anything or anyone."

"Right…"

"Now, how about we take a hot bath while eating ice cream ?"

"Sounds perfect," she answered, smiling before kissing him tenderly.

THE END

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Is normal I also wish for Professor Draco to punish me ?

Again, HB my dear Lyra_Verin

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