Warning ~ Contains violence, alcohol, smut and other teenage stuff. During her sixth year, Lola can't help but notice Draco Malfoy acting strangely. Overtaken with curiosity, she tries everything to figure him out, despite her hating his fucking guts.
"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me;...