Unplanned :ON HOLD

Unplanned :ON HOLD

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Wizarding World: Harry Potter
ON HOLD inspired by Earth_Phoenix - 9 months on ao3 -•-•-•- "Are you just going to stare at me all day?" He turns his head slightly, and I blush. "No." Oh my God, I sound like a moody teenager. I clear my throat and try again. "Good afternoon Draco." He looks at me, his eyes dark and intense. "I'm surprised you're here, I half expected you to blow me off." I frown at him. "I replied to your letter, I said I would be here." He looks thoughtful. "A woman of her word," his eyes drift to my stomach and smirks, "sometimes." I resist the urge to scream at him.
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