Instrumental *d.m*
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  • Reads 26,465
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  • Parts 51
  • Time 5h 44m
Ongoing, First published Oct 09, 2020
Mature
"Don't be shy," she winks. 

I leaned over her body and sucked the salt off her neck, following down between her bra. I could feel her breath catch as I left a dark mark on her skin. Cheers came from the crowd as they saw what I left. 

I kissed my way down her body, and drank the tequila off her waist. Her hand tangled in my hair as I made my way back up and to her lips. I took the lime from her lips and everyone cheered. 

"That was hot," people gushed from around us. 

She sat up as everyone went wild. "See what happens when you loosen up a bit?" she whispered, "Quite fun if you ask me."

~ ~

When Everliegh Rose Taylor transfers to Hogwarts, she meets Draco Malfoy and things from both perspectives take a turn; they fall into a quick situation with one another, all led through music. 

Does she grow and consume the love that is provided for her, or attempt to unravel the mysterious story of her family name? 

With her past of abusive parents forcing her into upholding the Taylor name, things can get problematic - the death of a loved one is a mystery she must solve. 

Whether she knows it or not it is without doubt; her lover is there the whole way. 

The question is;

Is it a gift or a curse?
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