
He heard her throaty inquiry and he honestly didn’t know the answer.
Would Draco regret knowing her this way? Perhaps, if they had their wands drawn at one another in the heat of battle, yes, maybe.
Would he regret the feel of her against him, knowing he, of the hardened heart, could actually feel the warmth offered to him from one from the Light? No.Never.
Draco shook his head in silent response, no he would not, not when he looked back on his life to search for a remote bit of happiness.
“No, Granger,” he finally managed, his voice husky with desire. “I won’t.”
“Good,” she managed, sliding her hands over his chest again, her fingernails lightly digging into his pale chest before her hands slipped around his neck and brought his lips down to hers. Standing up on tiptoes, she closed the gap between their bodies and a hand slithered down his chest to lightly trace over his belt buckle.
“Good,” she repeated again, voice breathy and his admission sending shivers racing up and down her spine. Desire and lust clouded in her mind and the need for oxygen burnt through her lungs.
“Stop talking and kiss me like you mean it.”
(Source: her-my-own-nee, via theoneandonly-draco-malfoy)
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