Aurelia Potter finds herself torn between love and duty. As the twin sister of the famed Harry Potter, she navigates a complex web of relationships, battling her own desires and the expectations thrust upon her.
Caught in a forbidden hot romance wit...
this ones a a smut but pretty vanilla seeing as...well you'll see why.
ps if your not comfortable with sumt i try not to add any important details in these chapters, and if i do ill summarize them in the end ^^
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OH MY LORD I LUV THIS PIC OF TOM FELTON HIS EYES MELT ME
i now introduce,
𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
Draco and I find ourselves alone in my dorm room, bathed in the warm glow of the crackling fire. I'm seated at my desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes, while Draco sprawls lazily on my bed, his gaze fixed on me with a hint of impatience. The silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the occasional pop and crackle of the flames. "Bloody fucking hell, Aurelia, must you study right now? School's just started," he groans, his frustration evident.
"Yes, I do," I reply without looking up from my books. "I want to make a good impression in my fourth year. I slacked off last year trying to prove myself to you," I say, rolling my eyes.
"But it was worth it, wasn't it?" he grins, his tone dripping with arrogance as he approaches me, his gaze intense.
"Sure, Draco," I laugh, feeling a warmth spread through me as he stands behind me. His hands find their way to my neck, fingers expertly working out the tension in my muscles.
"You don't think so?" he questions, his touch soothing as he continues to massage my shoulders.
"I think you're an arrogant ass," I reply bluntly, unable to resist teasing him. "But you are, I'd have to say, one of my closest friends."
"Friends?" he questions, his hands now trailing down my arms, sending shivers down my spine.
"You don't consider us friends?" I ask, a smile playing on my lips as I turn to face him.
"No, I do. I just wonder... what is a friend to you," he asks, his fingers threading through my hair now.
I set down my pencil, allowing myself to relax into his touch. "I suppose someone I can talk to," I respond, enjoying the feeling of his hands soothing away my worries.
"So, would a friend do this?" he asks, his voice dripping with mischief. Before I can even process his question, his lips meet the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me. My breath catches in my throat as a rush of warmth floods through me.
I turn to face him, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins. He's kneeling behind my chair, his gaze intense as it meets mine.
As he rises to his full height, towering over me, I feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest. He's only wearing an old pair of grey sweatpants, and I can't help but admire the defined lines of his figure. His grin deepens as he notices my gaze wandering.
