When I look up at the mirror, my eyes met his in the mirror. He gently brushed away my hairs from my neck and let them fall over my shoulder till my waist line. Suddenly I'm forgetting how to breath. The power in his eyes was so intense I can't look away. He kean his head in without breaking the eye contact and I lost it when his soft lips touch the skin of my neck. My knees became jelly but his warm arms surround my Waist on perfect time and hold me at place. We were so close. My back was almost plasters to his whole front. The heat of his body radiates to mine. And I could feel my heart beating fast and I sure he could feel it too. Suddenly I saw something glint in his eyes. Mischief. Power. Control. Lust. I can tell how proud he was seeing me in his control. And the little smirk just proved my assumption right. I open my mouth to say something but nothing came out because at the same moment he decide to plant a series of soft kisses down to my shoulder while his hand hold me in his perfect hold. I try to say to say something again but he made it impossible as he kept showering kisses on all over my neck. My head fall back on his shoulder giving him more skin to cherish, which he gladly accepted. A loud moan escaped my lips when he mischievously bite down at the nape of my neck. I feel something brush over the knot where the towel was tucked. His fingers linger over the delicate knot. Is this happening? His fingers suddenly halt it's movements and then I look up in the mirror into his eyes. When I look up I found myself panting hard. It's like I had a marathon. I saw his lips going up to my ears and he whispered on so softly which create jolts of shiver run down my spine. "Stop me now because I really don't think I can. " Heyyyyyy... I am just happy to see that finally you found this story. Give it a try I hope you won't regret it. It's a sequel of "Salvation." . Winner of BLOOMING POTENTS. thank you Rank 1 in #sandhir

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"Never underestimate the power of a decent vocabulary." • • • Imagine if you could hear everything your neighbor did on the other side of the wall. Cook - clean - masturbate? Detective Russell Crane quickly deducts that the wall in his new apartment is surprisingly thin. And that his female neighbor has a fondness of vibrators. How much would you listen to? And more importantly; How would you react if you heard your neighbor moan your name after having just met her once?

The first words I said to him was that he was an Idiot. Now I am the idiot. I told myself to be good this year, but as I was slammed against the wall with his big hands gripping my waist, that thought was right out of my head

I try whipping out my wand but he knocks it out of my hand as he grabs my wrists and pins it up against the wall. "What are you doing!" I shout "You are mine!" he growls harshly, and then bends down and kisses me. *MATURE CONTENT WARNING*

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU...... your mine and mine only" Your name is Scarlett and your a riddle but no one knows. Your father Lord Voldemort finally agree to let you attend Hogwarts. You were having a really good time until you met Draco Malfoy and he made your Hogwarts life a living hell. WARNING🦍‼️‼️‼️‼️:TOXIC,CURSING

It was the news that shocked the Wizarding World. Hermione Granger, the War Heroine of the Second Wizarding War is DEAD. Taken by an illness, she leaves behind a newborn daughter to the care of the Potters. Fifteen years later, her daughter, as kind and beautiful as her mother and as determined and witty as her father, transfers to Hogwarts to finish her education and a new beginning. The past begins to catch up. Two innocent souls are pushed and pulled by the waves of revelations and he beginning her daughter wanted turned out to be the long await climax of the past. #MyDaughter #CurrentlyUpdatingEachChapter

18 year old Hermione Granger has lived with the Granger's her whole life, knowing, believing that they were her parents. The Second Wizarding War has ended and everyone has gone back to living in peace and safety. But Hermione Granger's life is about to get flipped upside down, and she'll notice a certain blonde in a way that she never has before. Hermione's perspective unless said otherwise.

Hermione and Draco are alone on Valentine's Day, and someone has spiked the butterbeer with a love potion. Chaos Ensues. ( Re-Posted from my fanfiction.net account: lolagirl )