Against Me

“Hermione . . .” he mumbled to himself. He chuckled and then caressed my shoulder before leaving. “No, you’re not,” he added, trying to break away from me, but I caught his hand just in time to prevent him from falling.

I have a distinct impression of something different in my thoughts.

“I understand that you put something in the drinks. . .?” My query was uttered in a murmur. “Nathan gave it to me,” He responded, but I couldn’t even compromise and comprehend what he was saying. I let out a great sigh and tried to assist him in standing up, even though we were all in considerable discomfort.

“No one can fix you, Blake.” I cried, but it sounded artificial. I could not finish what I was going to say when he buried his face in my ear.

My arm was in his grasp. “Fuck. . .” He mumbled.

“I can’t do this. What the hell is happening?” he questioned himself right now, and I was stunned and slowly put my hand on his hair. I don’t feel comfortable knowing he did pretty heavy things to me.

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