

Hermione’s replied expression was one of confusion. “It does..? You mean…anything I want..?”
“Anything,” he assured her, his voice as silky as the skin he caressed.
Anything. She mused in her head.
“Take me…” she paused. “Take me to the beach, Draco. Out of this castle and away from the books and…and the classes and studying. Please.”
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Her hips moved in age-old invitation against his retracting hand, the moisture on her soft lips, located beneath her...