Studying (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Studying (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

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She smiled and stood up from his bed, hips rolling with each step towards his chair. His tips had turned up in a small smirk as he watch her, shifting his legs into a more relaxed position. (Y/n) stepped in between his knees, leaning down to his height in the chair. Her hands lightly cupping his face, brushing strands of light hair out of his eyes. Her lips brushed over his, the slight burning sensation of firewhisky meeting his tastebuds as his teeth nipped at her lower lip until her lips parted and turned up in a smile.
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slowburn enemies to lovers. - PG 16, explicit content. - "I love this book so much oh my god Draco is literally exactly as you'd expect him to be" "this is literally the only y/n girl that hasn't made me cringe i love it here" "OKAY I AM CALLING IT NOW THIS IS THE BEST WHATTPAD BOOK EVER." "The attention to detail is EVERYTHING" "THIS BOOK IS ELITE." "I think I just had an orgasm reading that" "When I say I gasped, I GASPED BITCH" "Pressing his arm and elbow in my chest, he thrusted me forward and up against the icy crystalline wall. The back of my head was the first to feel the wrath of his push as it slowly began to slide back down, leaving bits of my snarled hair upwards. He wrapped his left silver ringed hand on my pulsating neck. His hands piercingly cold, contrasting with the warmth of the newly bruised skin on my nape. As he began to loosen his grip, his bitter grey stoned eyes stared up at mine. I could tell he knew he had lost control and dare I say, I even picked up on a hint of regret. "

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