“Hermione tried to pull away, but his grip on her was too tight and he tugged her back against him. Riddle’s hand, which had been on her shoulder, slid down to grasp her waist. The intensity of their conversation consumed their attention, leaving no room for them to muster energy for dancing.
“I don’t give a damn about Walburga. She is not my friend.”
He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over her ear. “She is a girl I fuck sometimes when it’s convenient for me, but it’s you I think about when I’m inside her. How does that make you feel? Knowing that I fuck her, but fantasize about you while doing it?”
The Brightest Star in the Sky by @tippilo 🖤
published on AO3
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