47. "No one needs to know." Dramione
“No one needs to know,” Draco offered, a dull flush on his cheeks, eyes focused on the floor.
“No one needs to know,” Hermione repeated, panting, still trying to catch her breath.
What the hell was Draco talking about? Hermione’s brain was still offline, her skin humming, her heart pounding, her thighs sticky. She slumped against the wall with a frown.
“If you want to… I would understand,” Draco muttered and ran his left hand through his hair, exposing his fading Death Mark.
Oh.
“Don’t be stupid, Draco,” she huffed at him.
“Right.” Draco blinked at her, his lips twitching.









