“I love you.”
She had spoken those three words like it was the easiest thing in the world— like honey dripping off of her tongue. Like an autumn breeze rustling the foliage along the ground, blowing directly into his path for him to either confront or walk around. Hermione made those words seem like everything— her lips had formed around each syllable as if she were simply blowing kisses.
It sent Draco into a downward spiral.
It Would Feel Like This. Dramione shortfic coming very, very soon. ❤️