The next morning, I sit in Draco's kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. Draco stumbles down and I smirk at his utter discomfort. "Bloody hell happened to you?" Ron asks; she sits in front of me.
I smirk and look at Ron "I made him ride my cock." Draco blushes a bright red and sits next to me, wincing at the hardness of the bench.
"I didn't need to know that." Ron groans "And how come you two got to change back and we didn't?"
"It could be worse." Hermione smirks "You could have gotten pregnant."
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I'm not going to say Draco and I always get along. Hell, we broke up several time. But it always ends the same and one of us always comes crawling back. The one that started the fight ends up with their chest push onto the nearest surface and fucked harder than usual... so 99% or the time, Draco walks a little funny right after the latest makeup sex. It's quite funny, actually.
But that other 1% of the time, I worship the pain that comes the day after. Call me a masochist all you want, but I love the pain I get from him. I enjoy the handshape bruises on my arse. His bruises are the only ones I don't mind. And I tell him that when he loathes himself for his steel grip during our love making, which happens way more than any other kind. We do it whenever one of us wakes up screaming. We do it to tell each other will always be there. We do it to show the other that the harsh, gross, incestuous sex that we were accustom to, isn't the normal, loving, joyous sex that we give each other.
We're thirty now and, yes, we're married. We've been married for ten years. And I don't see us ever see our sexlives dying. And we tell each other every morning and every night 'I love you'.
* "Fin" announced Fleur. *
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The Explosive Potion
Fiksi PenggemarThanks to Seamus potion malfunction, the golden trio, Ginny and the Slytherin trio, have been changed. And Harry's depressing home life might bring him closer to a certain blonde. How will their fourth year play out?
