Imperio (Dramione) (#Wattys2018)
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"Draco, please. Stop" Hermione said as she pushed her hand flat on his chest. She tried to walk away but her wrist was caught and she was pulled back into him. "No one has to know." Draco said, whispering into her ear. He kissed her neck as she let out a shaky breath. "St-stop." She whimpered. His lips traveled lower to her collar bone. "Are you sure? Do you really want me to stop?" He asked as he sucked on her collar bone, leaving a bright purple mark. His head moved back up to look down on her. Her eyes were hooded and she was breathing heavy. "No." She moaned out as she yanked his head back down to meet her swollen lips. "Don't stop."
At first, it was just an idea. Then, it became a deal. But suddenly, it was so much more than that.
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