"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫..."
The Lestrange line has been a loyal ally of the Dark Lord for years, enthusiastically being one of the caus...
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CHAPTER THIRTY HER NEEDS
ON THE MORNING OF the second day of Christmas, everyone got up late. It was unusually quiet in the Slytherin dormitories.
Artemis was sleeping, snoring soundly. Her head was tucked into the pillow, and a thick blanket covered her body.
She heard a faint giggle beside her, but ignored it and crept under the blanket.
Cold fingers stroked down her bare waist, making her shiver. Artemis whined and turned around to look at Pansy, who had a wide grin on her face.
Artemis left an annoyed huff and turn around, hiding her face under the pillow.
Her eyes slowly started to close, feeling that she would fall asleep, but her breath hitched once she felt Pansy's warm lips kissing her back.
"Pans, please stop it," Artemis whined, trying not to shiver under the girl's touch.
"We have to wake up," Pansy murmured in her ear. "I want to eat. Aren't you hungry?"
Artemis smirked and turned around, facing Pansy. "Didn't I eat enough last night? Especially after the last three rounds?"
The brunette scoffed, blushing uncomfortably and threw her pillow at Artemis' face, making her snicker.
"I hate you," Pansy grumbled, crossing her arms.
"But you love my tongue." The dark-eyed girl said, wiggling her brows.
Pansy huffed. She turned to the laying girl, glaring. "You're such a pervert."
Artemis shrugged her arms and looked at Pansy, scanning her body. "And yet here you are, naked, with me, the pervert."
Pansy rolled her eyes and pushed herself out of the bed, moving to stand up. Immediately Pansy rocked back on her heels, reaching for the bedpost to steady herself, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"This is your fault!" Pansy scolded pointing at her legs.
Artemis snorted, reaching out to steady her waist. " How is this supposed to be my fault? You wanted to shag and I fulfilled your needs!"
"Oh my god." Pansy mumbled, glancing up into the mirror across the room. Her body was littered with hickeys, ranging from her neck to the collarbone, down the curve of her stomach, hipbone, and inner thighs. "Artemis!"
She snickered, her lips on Pansy's shoulder. "If it's any consolation...you got me, too."
Pansy whipped around in Artemis' arms to admire her. The Lestrange girl bore similar markings, and Pansy couldn't help the smirk that graced her plump lips.
"Hot, isn't it?" Artemis teased, kissing her forehead.
That was when the sound of Pansy's rumbling stomach filled the room. Artemis erupted into burst into laughter, falling on the bed. Pansy's legs started to wiggle and she quickly leaned on the wall, glaring at Artemis.
