"You forgot your knickers, Emma." Tom boasted in his success of getting me into bed with him. Retrieving my black lace knickers from his front jeans pocket... A Feltson Love Story. This book is SMUT from cover to cover. 😘❤️ you've been warned. I'm not Fucking JK Rowling so don't expect my story to be perfect. I love romance and sex. So that's exactly what this story entails... I love Tom Felton and Emma Watson. I'm obsessed with Feltson and Dramione. But this story, is reserved for Feltson. I hope you enjoy my sexy little story. This is for fun so don't judge me. I don't judge you. "All you need is Love, Love is All you need." -John Lennon I owe this creation to @Patricia_Malfoy. And I dedicate this to you my darling. My cover is made by my talented daughter @InsufferableKnowItAl 😘😘 love you to pieces.

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.