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MAGDALEN&A.K
Hermione falls asleep and, looking for warmth, continues the almost weightless caress.
Her cheek rubs against his tense shoulder.
«Oh fuck,» Malfoy hisses, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Cursing the hair that scattered across his pillow as the girl in his arms lowered her head in a dozen.
Malfoy inhales chamomile for the last time, which seems to soak into his bedclothes overnight. He pulls away. And, not finding a better solution, covering her with his cloak, he goes into the shower. And then sleep. And only sleep. On the second, only empty bed in this room.
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HER FIFTY KISSES
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Summary:
«Granger herself,» he mockingly freezes a couple of steps away. Waiting. And by the look of it, the Slytherin in his mind is betting on whether she will chicken out. The corners of his lips, raised in a grin, betray him. «You have to kiss me yourself.»
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»Granger herself,» he mockingly freezes a couple of steps away. Waiting. And by the look of it, the Slytherin in his mind is betting on whether she will chicken out. The corners of his lips, raised in a grin, betray him. «You have to kiss me yourself.» The thought flashes that she wanted to give her first kiss to Ron, and Hermione swallows.
Fifty kisses.
She takes a step forward.
Well
The countdown starts today. Now. Shaking off the tremors from the tips of his fingers, Granger timidly touches the sharp cheekbone of a bored looking Malfoy. He draws it warily. She looks at his compressed lips and, trying to think through her further actions, gets lost. For a split second. Dozens of others have kissed those lips, and now hers will be added to the damn list. The pause that had been given to her was already beginning to end. And finally having made up her mind, she mixes their breath with a lightning movement. Leaving his confusion on Draco Malfoy's lips with the first careful movements.