Fall Through Time by Indieblue (me!)
I was just in a mood to make an edit based on where I am currently in FTT.
An excerpt from Chapter 133 (a while ago I know, but I finally finish writing the next chapter, and post it, everyone will see why this is on my mind):
There was a viscous heaviness to the air, and Hermione was having trouble breathing. Draco’s eyes were dark. In unison they both placed their glasses back on the table. Hermione’s fingers skidded across the surface, and almost knocked her glass over altogether.
Wordlessly, she stood. Her legs trembled, but carried her over to Draco. Draco’s legs parted, his hands resting on his thighs, and she stepped in between them. Hermione ran her fingers backwards through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and she smirked when he pressed his head insistently upwards into her touch. Draco’s hands glided along her exposed thighs, over the luxurious material of her dress and came to rest on her hips.
“Hi,” Draco breathed, lips parted; his thumbs were massaging small circles on her hips, bunching up her dress inch-by-inch in the process.