Get Too Close

Hermione woke up feeling pressure on her side and the stiffness of her body was unbearable. She opened her eyes to see Malfoy’s arm draped over her. She smiled when she felt his breath tickle the back of her head. He’s fucking spooning me. Draco fucking Malfoy is spooning me, she thought. Despite the fact that Malfoy probably didn’t fancy her as much as she fancied him, it was an incredible feeling to be spooned by him. Especially since he had stated last night that snuggling or cuddling, whichever one, was out of the question. If Hermione could've pumped her fist in the air she would've. Being in Malfoy’s arms was still better than a fist pump.

Hermione had to get up because she didn’t know what time it was. She could hardly see anything in the dark. Frankly, she didn’t want a repeat of yesterday. She managed to shrug his blanket off of herself without waking him. At least she thought so. She made a move to lift his arm off of her, he held onto her wrist painfully.

“Don’t move.”

“What are you doing?” she asked, enjoying the feeling of his chest against her back. “You said no cuddling.”

“We’re not cuddling,” he said, pressing his arousal on her plump ass. “I was trying to accommodate myself.”

Her body was in bad shape, she couldn’t do this right now.

“Malfoy, I really can’t-”

“Granger, when have I been one to care about what you can or can’t do?”

Hermione felt hurt by the coldness in his voice. She knew this was all about sex. She didn’t expect anything more from him. She could’ve slept in her own room last night and yet she’d chosen to stay in Malfoy’s instead.

“You’re right,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Malfoy grinned at her sudden compliance. Hermione always managed to give in so far, but the apology she just made was sincere. It was like a cherry on top of the best chocolate fudge sundae in the world.

“Well, I don’t know…” Malfoy trailed off. “As long as you’re sorry.”

Hermione nodded and held his hand when he finally released her. Malfoy watched her lead his hand to rest on her warm breast.

“I’m really sorry, Malfoy,” she said softly. “I won’t fight you anymore.”

He squeezed her breast, making her flinch. This was too good to be true. He had no problem fighting with her, it just added more satisfaction when she would let him fuck her.

“This isn’t about fighting,” he drawled into her ear.

Malfoy licked the crook of her neck earning a sharp gasp from Hermione. His hand was still on her breast. He was tweaking her nipple until it turned into a hard bud between his fingertips. Hermione tried to forget about the sting between her legs and concentrated on the familiar burn in the pit of her stomach. Malfoy’s warm lips were making small and gentle nibbles on her neck and it felt heavenly across her skin. He was grinding into her ass now. His pubes were tickling the small of her back. Hermione groaned in disappointment when he let go of her breast. He dragged his hand down her smooth stomach and onto her pussy. His finger found her wet slit.

“I thought you said you couldn’t.”

“I-” Hermione breathed out as Malfoy started to rub her clit.

“You?”

“I was hurting before,” she answered, trying not to moan when his finger started rubbing faster.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, sliding his fingers around her warmth. “You’ve drenched my hand.”

Malfoy pulled his hand away to look at his glistening digits.

“Lick my fingers.”

Malfoy shoved his hand in front of her face. He couldn’t see her reaction but he felt her body tense against his.

“God, Granger. You can willingly swallow down my spunk, but you can’t even taste fluids that happen to come from your body.”

Hermione hesitantly took both of his fingers in her mouth and tried to suck them clean. The taste was odd, too musky, but it wasn’t offensive. Malfoy groaned softly feeling the suction of Hermione’s mouth. It was so hot knowing she was tasting herself. He let her finish and he quickly grasped his cock. Malfoy slid into her easily. She felt tighter because of the spooning position they were in. Hermione whimpered as she felt Malfoy press into her, there was a small sting.

“Does that hurt, Mudblood?” Malfoy asked, grinding into her and swiveling his pelvis, earning another whimper. “Answer me.”

“No,” she gasped as Malfoy thrust back in roughly.

She felt like she was going to rip into two because of the way Malfoy was tearing into her body without a care in the world. She knew his hand was going to bruise her hip, his grip was strong. She could feel how wet she was as his length slid in and out easily and noisily. And then Malfoy’s hand was on her breast, teasing her hardened nipple, sending delicious shivers down her spine. Her pussy was tensing. Malfoy was too occupied watching his dick disappear between Hermione’s ass cheeks. The roundness was stunning.

“Malfoy, please,” Hermione said, her voice cracking. “Harder.”

Malfoy was thrusting slowly. Slower than usual. She heard him chuckle.

“I’m sorry, Granger. I didn’t hear my name.”

His lips were nipping her shoulders.

“Malfoy. Draco- don’t be a git,” she breathed, trying to push herself onto him, taking him in deeper.

He held onto her, holding her steady so she wouldn’t move anymore. He was buried in her anyway.

“Repeat yourself,” he growled into her skin, she shivered.

Hermione shut her eyes.

“Draco, please, harder.”

Malfoy pulled out and slammed into her, jerking her body against his. He smiled when she moaned. He kept thrusting into her roughly just like Hermione wanted. He lifted her leg, opening her up to him. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Her pussy was going to drive him mad. Hermione was playing with her own tits, she could feel the sweat dripping down her back. She only needed a couple of more thrusts and she would be free. She would hear Malfoy groaning obscenities behind her, he sounded so beautiful. He was whispering into her ear now. Telling her that she was the best pussy he had ever fucked, how much tighter and wetter she was then the others, how fucking gorgeous she looked while he fucked the shit out of her. Hermione knew what the intense burning sensation in her lower stomach meant. She grabbed onto the arm that was holding her thigh up.

“Draco.”

Hermione stiffended and convulsed around his cock while Malfoy continued to thrust into her, letting her pussy bring him over the edge.

“Fuck!” he yelled. “Fuck yes, Granger.”

The pulsing and tightness surrounding his dick was making him cry out words he didn’t even know he was saying. He had never come so hard in his life just because a girl had cried out his name. Plenty of girls had called out his name before.

Hermione’s mouth was dry and her body was hurting even more than it had when she had woken up. Her hand was still holding onto Malfoy’s arm and she let go quickly. She reached for her wand to clean herself, Malfoy grinned when she winced.

“I suppose it hurts now doesn’t it, Granger?”

She shot him a scathing look and tried to sit up.

“God,” she groaned out in pain.

“It’s only 5:35 AM.”

“I just want to take a warm bath. My muscles need it right now.”

Hermione knew he wasn’t listening when she realized his grey eyes were resting on her body. She was too overheated and tired to pull the covers over herself. I look disgustingly sweaty, she thought. She was still trying to catch her breath, but Malfoy had somehow managed to compose himself. The only trace that he had just had sex was the sheen across his pale chest and the pink staining his cheeks.

“We’ve already fucked. You can stop now,” Hermione said as she used an arm to cover her chest.

It wasn’t working. The way she was squishing her boobs made them look even fuller and more appealing. Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“So what are you saying? That I’m only allowed to look at you when we’re fucking or about to fuck, but not afterwards?”

“Ding ding ding, it seems was have a winner.”

“There’s no point in being a prude now. I’ve already got your come face engrained into my mind, Granger.”

She blushed and cursed him under her breath.

“I’m going to take a shower. While I’m in there I might as well run you a bath, yeah? I would offer to carry you to the bathroom, but you’re too busy being modest.”

Hermione could’ve hexed him when he rolled off the bed, but the small twitches the muscles of his broad shoulders made distracted her. Not to mention the fact that Malfoy was being unusually considerate. It was too out of character for her to feel comfortable. She thought about sleeping, it wasn’t even 6 AM yet and she usually got up around 7 AM. No, she wouldn’t sleep. She was tired, but not sleepy.

A few minutes after Malfoy had left Hermione finally got up, hissing when she felt the burn in between her legs. She had bruises on her arm and hips. Her entire body was stiff, her legs felt like wooden planks. Her abdominals felt like they had gone through a five hour workout at the gym. Hermione slowly navigated her way through Malfoy’s room finding her torn underwear and wrinkled night gown. She walked into the common room and she was appreciative that Malfoy had gotten a fire to start burning. She tossed her things onto the couch and headed for the bathroom because she couldn’t be bothered to trek to her room.

Being in the bathroom with Malfoy made her flush. After what had happened the last time they were in here together it felt strange to be here for entirely different reasons. Hermione took her bottles of shampoo and conditioner, along with a towel and saw that Malfoy had actually filled the bathtub for her. She smiled. She didn’t know that Malfoy was watching her from the shower. He could see the vivid marks he had left on her body, the ones on her hips looked painful. He was actually proud of his work though. The smile on her face was genuine when she viewed the large bathtub that was cascading with bubbles. She finally got in and he heard a loud sigh escape her lips. She disappeared under the bubbles and came back up with her hair completely soaked. It looked darker and longer than it usually did because her hair was wet. She looked sexier with a dark chestnut. He had to see her with straight hair one day. He stood in the shower for several more minutes just to watch her lather the shampoo in her hair and relax in the warm water. He didn’t know why he was staring, he just was. Her caramel eyes ended up catching his. He winked and made her face turn pink as she quickly looked away.

“Enjoying the bath, Granger?” Malfoy called out to her. His voice sounded hollow because of the shower.

“Yes, I am. Thank you,” she replied, inhaling the lavender and vanilla wafting up from the bath water.

Hermione felt so relaxed as the warm bath water soothed her muscles. She wanted to sleep now. She didn’t know what Malfoy put in the water, but it was certainly doing its job. Malfoy saw Hermione drift off to sleep quietly, her head rolling to the side when he stepped out of the shower. He walked towards the bathtub and scooped some bubbly water into his hands. He threw the water into her face, enjoying the splash it made when it came into contact with her skin. Her head jerked up.

“If you want to be late for Snape’s class again, be my guest.”

***

After Potions and several other classes she shared with Malfoy during the morning Hermione didn’t see him for the rest of the day. She was surprised when he didn’t show up for lunch. She was even more surprised when he wasn’t at dinner. She stared at his usual spot at the Slytherin table that was currently occupied by Blaise Zabini. He wasn’t talking to anyone, just a slight smile here and there. He had perfect white teeth and eyes that were an unusual shade of brown. His skin was tanned and unblemished. His hair looked a bit messy, but it suited him. He could’ve been a model just like Malfoy. He looked up and caught her gaze. Hermione flushed because he had caught her staring, but smiled awkwardly and tried to turn her attention back to the mashed potatoes she had unknowingly flattened with her fork. Hermione could still feel Blaise staring at her. She peered back up. He was still staring. She couldn’t read his face, it was expressionless and it made her very uncomfortable.

Malfoy was busy wanking off in his room. He didn’t know what was wrong with himself. The second Granger had walked into Potions class this morning he felt himself harden in his pants. Imagining her curves under those ugly and shapeless robes proved to be too much for him to handle. He was Draco Malfoy. He could handle anything. Anything that wasn’t Granger apparently. The worst part was the fact that he had fucked her senseless earlier on in the morning and yet he still wanted her. He skipped lunch and dinner because of the stupid bint. Instead he wasted his time with his hand around his cock furiously rubbing one out.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he came on his hand. “This is fucking pathetic.”

Glancing at the clock he knew he wouldn’t see Hermione for several hours. She was doing rounds tonight and she most definitely wouldn’t come back to the common room before her rounds. He could follow her to the dungeons, there were plenty of spots to hide in and he knew each of them like the back of his hand. He smirked while he cleaned himself up.

***

Hermione hated being in the dungeons. The atmosphere was always wrong because it was too cold, too drafty and too dark, even more so when it was the evening. The Slytherins were the worst house to deal with. Not because they were the horniest house, but because they didn’t think Hermione had any authority over them whatsoever until she started docking points. She caught a Slytherin in the sixth year named Paul Smith who was snogging Samantha Harrison, a Ravenclaw who was in her fourth year.

“Out,” she said, pointing her wand out to expose them.

The girl stepped out clumsily trying to fix her robes. The boy stood by her, his arm around her shoulders and a scowl on his face.

“You know you’re not supposed to be gallivanting around the castle after curfew,” she stated with a hand on her hip.
Samantha nodded and looked down.

“Says who?” Paul challenged.

“I’m not doing this tonight. Twenty points from Slytherin and ten from Ravenclaw. Go to your rooms.”

She watched them part ways and the Slytherin looked back at her to give her a condescending glare. She sighed. None of these people understood that it was her job to enforce the rules of the school. The echoes of her footsteps were starting to sound eerie. She held onto her wand a bit tighter. A hand covered her mouth and an arm slithered around her waist. She was being pulled back into a broom closet and her wand was forcefully taken away from her. Her first thought was that Malfoy was messing around, but the scent was all wrong. Too strong and overwhelming. The calloused fingers over her lips and the not so hard body she was being pressed into felt wrong too. She felt her hands being bound together.

“Don’t scream,” the voice said slowly and Hermione nodded hastily.

The hand was lifted from her mouth and moved its way down her robes finding the clasp. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Who the fuck was this?

“Stop,” she whispered, holding onto the stranger’s hand. “You’re going to get into a lot of trouble for this.”

The person behind her chuckled, it was a deep, rich laugh. It sounded so familiar.

“Oh, really Hermione Granger? You were staring at me during dinner.”

Her voice got caught in her throat. “Blaise Zabini?”

Another chuckle.

“Blaise, let go of me. Now.”

His arm was still around her waist.

“I’m going to deduct points Blaise. I’m Head Girl.”

His lips grazed her throat and she stiffened.

“I know what it looks like when a girl wants me. Your eyes weren’t very innocent at dinner,” he breathed and swiftly unclasped her robes. “Tell me you’re not a virgin.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“Hermione,” he said as he placed his hands on her hips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His hold on her was too gentle, not like Malfoy at all. There was also concern in his voice, it was really…strange.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because maybe you fancy me and maybe I fancy you.”

She felt her face begin to burn and she was glad they were in the dark.

“Why were you staring at me?” he questioned as his hands rose up her torso.

“Why were you staring at me?”

“You were staring at me, Hermione.”

“I wasn’t the one staring at you for a lengthy period of time in order to make you feel uncomfortable across the Great Hall,” she scoffed.

Blaise’s hands were resting on her stomach now. It made her feel fat.

“You started it,” he teased.

“Just let me finish my rounds and I’ll forget this happened,” she started, trying to wriggle herself away.

“What if I don’t want you to forget?”

His hands were inching closer to her breasts.

“Blaise, don’t,” she warned.

The door banged open. Blaise groaned.

“Malfoy, get lost.”

“Excuse me? You’re handling my property. Take your own advice.”

Malfoy was looking at her curiously and when Blaise’s hands grabbed her tits, she was shoved off to the side falling into broom handles and dry mops. She could see Malfoy on top of Blaise, his fists colliding with his face before she could finally stand up to try and break them up.

“Malfoy, stop it,” she scolded, kneeing him in the back. “Stop it!”

And he did stop. He was breathing so hard and spit was flying out of his mouth. He couldn’t feel his knuckles, but he could see how red the skin around his knuckles were. Blaise was lying motionless beneath him. His nose was bloody and his eye was beginning to swell. Blaise had gotten a few punches in before he passed out. Malfoy’s lip was cut and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth was disgusting.

“Rennervate,” he grunted.

Blaise was groaning on the ground. His hand immediately held onto his nose.

“Don’t you dare touch Granger again. Do you hear me?” Malfoy jabbed him in the chest.

He made out a slight nod from Blaise. His arm was held out holding a wand and Malfoy grabbed it away. Hermione was standing close to the door with her hands behind her back. Her face was pale. She was scared.

“Granger, what the fuck?”

“Does it look like I could’ve gotten myself out? I was fucking wandless and,” she turned around to show him her bound wrists. “I can’t fucking move my hands.”

Malfoy released her hands with a quick flick of his wand. Hermione picked up her robes and she looked down at Blaise.

“Are you going to at least help Blaise?”

The fucking bitch was actually concerned about Blaise.

“He’s a big boy. He can help himself,” Malfoy spat. “Let’s go.”

She was handed her wand before he grabbed her by the arm and pushed her out of the broom closet.

“This is the last time you’re going to do rounds alone. I never knew just how incompetent you were.”

“Fuck off. I’d expect you to be grinning from ear to ear concerning my sudden predicament,” she replied, trying to walk ahead of him.

His legs were longer, his strides faster. He was smirking at the quick swish of her school skirt. Her creamy thighs were trying to outrun him.

“And I would be happy about Blaise Zabini tarnishing my precious shag buddy because?”

Hermione snorted. “You don’t fool me, Malfoy. I’m still the same Mudblood bitch.”

“After getting under your knickers I would hardly say that you’re ‘the same Mudblood bitch’. Before I fucked you I expected you to be a clone of your idol Madam Pince.”

“Meaning what exactly?” she stopped in front of him and crossed her arms.

He leaned in and his lips tickled her cheek. “Cold and frigid.”

She cleared her throat. “And what am I?”

“A nasty, filthy, wanton Mudblood slut,” he whispered into her ear and his hands were sliding up the back of her thighs. “When you cross your arms like that your tits bulge out even more.”

“You’re a bastard.”

“It doesn’t stop you from liking me. You have no qualms when I’m laying some dick into you.”

She knew she was blushing and she knew he was right. But what she didn’t understand was why Malfoy didn’t let Blaise have his way with her.

“You could’ve left me alone with Blaise, you know. He wouldn’t have hurt me.”

“Oh, God. So instead of thanking me you’re telling me that I should’ve let Blaise fuck you in a broom closet.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” she muttered. “If I’m a Mudblood slut shouldn’t you let others try and degrade me the best way they possibly can?”

“In order to degrade someone you don’t need to fuck them. You’re a Mudblood slut, but you’re my Mudblood slut and mine to keep until I say otherwise.”

Hermione didn’t know how to feel. She felt like a hypocrite for standing here and taking everything that Malfoy had just said because she used to judge girls who let boys get to their heads. And now she was one of them.

“So everything is perfectly fine as long as I’m not being fucked? A flurry of random people can just walk up to me and beat the shit out of me, but oh, it’s okay because my vagina isn’t being penetrated to hell.”

Malfoy was speechless.

“That’s a really fucked up logic, Malfoy.”

This time her caramel eyes were piercing his and he felt exposed under her stare. It was supposed to be the other way around. The most irritating part was that she was right about his logic. He didn’t want any of this to make sense, all he knew was that he didn’t want anyone else but him touching her. He didn’t want her touching anyone else either.

“Granger, drop it. I’m not discussing this with you before my face ends up being the last face you ever lay your eyes on. That would be a pleasant way for you to go anyways.”

“Let’s just get out of here,” Hermione said, turning around before Malfoy could say anything else. “We get to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow.”

Malfoy caught up with her. “You could skip Hogsmeade and stay to fuck me.”

“Wow, Malfoy. I’m really quite shocked. You haven’t demanded me for once.”

“It doesn’t matter if you decide to stay or not,” he started as he let his hand rest on the small of her back. “Because at the end of the day I get to fuck you.”

Hermione scoffed in disbelief. He probably thought she was going to sleep with him tonight.

“Ah, yes. Here we are,” he drawled.

Hermione was confused. They were nowhere near their dormitory, they still had a staircase to reach. She was pushed into a dark room that smelt like window cleaner and damp mops.

“Fucking hell, Malfoy. I’ve spent enough time in broom closets tonight,” Hermione screeched.

“I’m just finishing what Blaise started.”

He whispered a silencing charm and locked the door.

“I was supposed to surprise you tonight, until our little friend Blaise decided to tamper with my plans.” Malfoy shoved her up against the wall and pinned her wrists back as he held them above her head. “I know how gentle Blaise is when he fucks. It’s pathetic.”

“M-Malfoy,” she stammered. “We could do this in your room and-”

“The truth is, Granger, I don’t want to fuck you in my room tonight. After wanking off in there for half a day I really needed a change of scenery.”

His moist lips were on her neck, but she could still smell his minty breath. He was breathing hard into her skin. His smooth hand was making its way up her thigh, under her school skirt. The trail his hand was making made it feel like her skin was being singed. It was becoming harder to breathe.

“Tell me you don’t like this,” he breathed into her skin. “Tell me.”

“I can’t.”

“Good.”

Hermione exposed more of her neck to let Malfoy suck on the sensitive flesh. And then he stopped, letting go of her wrists. His lips were on her cheek, the corner of her mouth and finally he kissed her. Her hands wrapped around his head, pulling him closer to her. He groaned when he felt her press her body into his, putting pressure on the hardness that was beginning to grow in his trousers. His hand was still under her skirt, inching closer to where her knickers were. Hermione helped him pull them off and his fingers were pushed into her. She gasped into his mouth pulling away. He was thrusting his fingers into her until she held onto him so she wouldn’t keel over.

“Fuck foreplay,” he growled, pulling his fingers out and smearing her wetness across her swollen lips. He kissed her again, sucking at her lips greedily as he tasted her. “Unbuckle my belt.”

Hermione held onto the thick leather and loosened it. Malfoy had his hands up her shirt, playing with her nipples through her bra. They were already hard. She shuddered. Before she knew it Malfoy’s pants and boxers were on the ground and she was being lifted up, supported by his arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. He thrust in, moaning as he buried himself entirely. Hermione bit her lip shutting her eyes. Malfoy didn’t even let her adjust when he started to fuck her roughly up against the wall. He had waited all day for this moment. He could hear her gasping and whimpering every time he slammed back into her wetness. She was so wet and hot and tight. He wished he could see her face and her breasts. He wanted all of her. He knew how good she thought he felt. He knew he was hitting her sweet spot every time she struggled to moan out a curse word. He could feel the familiar tightening of her sleeve and then she gushed around him, her inner muscles clenching and unclenching, her body shuddering and trembling under his suddenly slowing strokes. She was whispering into his ear, her vanilla scented hair tickling his face.

“Draco, I love your cock. I love that you wanked off this whole day thinking of me.”

His strokes were getting harder. Her words were like music to his ears.

“Who told you to stop talking?” he grunted out, holding himself in her.

“I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk,” she whispered, her voice strangled in his ear as he lost himself in her, pushing her body into the wall even more.

There were low guttural noises escaping from his throat. Hermione gushed around him once more, arching into him and he couldn’t keep going after hearing her cry out into his ear like that. He stayed in her as deep as he could go letting his cock pulse and shoot cum into her body as her pussy continued milking him.

His arms were shaking when he let go of Hermione, the muscles of his legs felt like they were going to give way. Hermione slid down the wall, crumpling up beside her robe completely breathless and exhausted. The room was hot and it smelt like sex. She could still taste herself on her lips. Her legs felt like shit and her private parts needed a couple of potions. Malfoy sat down beside her as he tried to catch his breath.

It was like he was reading her mind. “I have some Healing Draught in my room if you want it later.”

She turned to stare into more darkness. “Thanks.”

What should’ve been awkward silence turned into nothing at all. Everything felt calm and comfortable.

“I don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to walk back to our common room. I can hardly even sit.”

“Not my fault, Granger.” She could hear the smirk in his voice. “You pretty much begged me to put you in that state.”

“I did not,” she argued.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I recall you saying ‘I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk.’ I only did as you demanded.”

“Regardless, you would’ve done it anyways. You don’t know how to control yourself.”

“It’s not my fault if you love it rough. It seems to get you off pretty well.”

“Oh, sod off,” she grunted, pulling her underwear on. “Let’s just go.”

The walk back to the common room was uneventful, minus the constant snickers from Malfoy whenever Hermione winced or hissed. Malfoy was being disturbingly considerate when he let her walk in first without having ulterior motives. It was the first time that had ever happened. He watched her take a seat gingerly on the couch. Malfoy was gone for less than a minute before he returned with a bottle.

“Here,” he said, holding the bottle out to her. He could see the hesitance in her body language. “For God sakes, Granger, it’s a Healing Draught. Not the Draught of the Living Dead or a lust potion. On second thought though, I’m sure we’d both enjoy it if you were under a lust potion, not that you need it.”
Her cheeks were flushed red and she took the bottle from Malfoy. She uncorked it and downed the draught as fast as she could. Her muscles were unwinding, the tenderness between her legs disappeared. Malfoy saw the hickeys on her neck fade away.

“Thank you,” she whispered, handing the empty and weightless bottle back to him.

“Don’t mention it.”

He winked before he turned around and walked away from her to his room. He didn’t shut his door behind him, there was a small crack left in the doorway. Hermione’s body was itching to get up, run into his room and land on his bed sprawled wide open for him to do whatever dirty things Draco Malfoy could think of. Hermione’s mind on the other hand was trying to be logical. And in all honesty she had no grasp on logic at this moment in time. It was a good thing she was tired as fuck or else she would’ve most likely ended up in Malfoy’s room again.


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A/N: This took longer than I expected so I'm really sorry. Don't get too mad if the same thing happens to the next chapter because I have a feeling you guys are going to have to wait awhile.

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