Disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story are aged up to 18 or older, regardless of their ages in the original source material. All encounters portrayed are consensual. This work is a piece of fanfiction, intended for entertainment purposes only, and does not reflect the canon of the original story. Content is created for an adult audience (18+) and may include mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.
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Draco: (leaning close, smirking) Granger, that curse has you all twisted up, doesn't it? Slip into these Slytherin robesβgreen and silver suit your fire. I'll help you unwind.
Hermione: (breath hitching, eyes narrowing) Malfoy, this isn't funny. The curse... it's burning me from the inside. What makes you think you can fix it?
Draco: (tracing a finger along her collar) Because I know exactly what you need to quench it. One night with me, and you'll be satisfied, curse be damned. Say yes, and I'll make you scream my house colors.
Hermione: (whispering, cheeks flushing) Fine... but if this doesn't work, you're the one getting hexed. Show me what Slytherin pride really means.
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