Part of Dramione Birthday Gogo Fest 2020.
For LightofEvolution, with love.
Beta’ed by LadyRhi
"Ah, Granger, what are we reading today?" The unexpected question made Hermione jump a foot in the air with a startled squeak, a hand slamming her chest. Draco stood there behind her chair. He grabbed the book in a heartbeat, reading aloud from a random passage, "Her palm searched the hardness, circled around the girth through the fabric and pumped, his hips supplying the desired pace. Impatient hands and feet helped pull the slacks and trunks away to give her access to his velvety, hard rod.”
Draco paused, clearing his throat. He was a man, after all, and far from immune to the images unfolding in his head, featuring a certain brunette and a bed. "Now you don't look like a buck-toothed beaver anymore, you can play with my wood, Granger," he lowered his voice suggestively.
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