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“Darling, are you- oh, oh absolutely not!”
Hermione stomped into the center of their bedroom, mouth agape. What had he done?!
The bed was shrunk in size, draped in emerald curtains. A trunk sat at it’s foot, embellished with the Slytherin house logo.
“Darling, are you- oh, oh absolutely not!”
Hermione stomped into the center of their bedroom, mouth agape. What had he done?!
The bed was shrunk in size, draped in emerald curtains. A trunk sat at it’s foot, embellished with the Slytherin house logo.
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There was a desk stacked with textbooks, half melted candles in candlesticks. There was a student-grade cauldron on the floor, Draco’s owl Ulysses in a cage near the bed.
The eagle owl did not look pleased.
“Draco!”
He sauntered out of their en suite proudly.
The eagle owl did not look pleased.
“Draco!”
He sauntered out of their en suite proudly.
That further enraged her. “What have you done to our room? And why does it look like the Slytherin Dorms?”
“Good of you to notice,” he beamed. “I’ve spent hours trying to recreate my room to perfection.”
Hermione could hardly control her seething. “Where’s my duvet?”
“Good of you to notice,” he beamed. “I’ve spent hours trying to recreate my room to perfection.”
Hermione could hardly control her seething. “Where’s my duvet?”
She walked to the other side of the bed. “Where’s my chaise lounge? My /books/?”
“Calm down, baby.” She was going to punch him. “It’s just a bit of transfiguration. I can bring it all back.”
Hermione nearly stomped her foot. “Then do it!”
“Calm down, baby.” She was going to punch him. “It’s just a bit of transfiguration. I can bring it all back.”
Hermione nearly stomped her foot. “Then do it!”
“Aren’t you curious why I’ve done this?”
Hermione gave her husband a bland look.
“I was cleaning the attic, as you asked.” What, did he want a gold star? “And I found this.”
Her old uniform skirt dangled from his fingers. His corresponding grin was feral.
Hermione gave her husband a bland look.
“I was cleaning the attic, as you asked.” What, did he want a gold star? “And I found this.”
Her old uniform skirt dangled from his fingers. His corresponding grin was feral.
He held it up in his hands, up to his wife’s deliciously curvy frame. “Now, the waist will definitely fit, but the rest..”
“Draco!” She smacked him the chest. “My whole arse will be out!”
“That /is/ the point, beauty.” He spun her around, gave her pert bum a firm smack.
“Draco!” She smacked him the chest. “My whole arse will be out!”
“That /is/ the point, beauty.” He spun her around, gave her pert bum a firm smack.
“What has gotten into you?!”
He pulled her to him, tucked her against his chest and under his chin. His lips found her neck, smoothed kisses there.
“Well, ever since you introduced me to muggle prawn-“
“Porn.”
He pulled her to him, tucked her against his chest and under his chin. His lips found her neck, smoothed kisses there.
“Well, ever since you introduced me to muggle prawn-“
“Porn.”
He nipped at her pulse. “To-may-to, to-mah-to. There’s an abundance of schoolgirl content.”
Hermione was quiet for a long moment. “And are you my academic nemesis or a naughty professor?”
She felt Draco harden at her back.
“Student. No, professor. Fuck, can we do both?”
Hermione was quiet for a long moment. “And are you my academic nemesis or a naughty professor?”
She felt Draco harden at her back.
“Student. No, professor. Fuck, can we do both?”
Hermione chuckled, reached behind her back to palm him through his trousers.
“Bring my books back and we can do anything you want, darling.”
“Bring my books back and we can do anything you want, darling.”
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