Romans & histoires Draco Kissing Hermione

“Freja, I need you to leave me be and give me space. All I ask is that you don’t hate me any more than you already do.” “But, Zarek, I don’t hate you. I’m sorry for being an ass.” He nuzzled her hand while she ran her fingers through his hair, the strands damp from his fall. “You will.” His voice deepened as he gave into his instincts. In her eyes he saw his eyes become lizard like, his irises changing shape.

I love messing with anyone's patience and that's what I'm good at. I am now walking with a smile plastered on my face and it turned into a serious one when I reached the living room where my father and the alpha that my father is insisting me to marry, talking and laughing as if they were friends for years now. No one would've thought that their packs were actually each other's enemy. Pathetic. "Oh, here she is. Craige, meet my daughter, Hermione," my father immediately introduced me politely but I never let my face show any emotions. He was looking at me as if telling me to not do anything stupid. Well, what I'm going to do isn't stupid at all.

I swallowed frantically, choking slightly on the sheer volume of his seed, but forcing it down my throat just as he demanded, tasting every single drop of his power over me. More of it spilled over my lips, leaking out the corners of my mouth and tracking down my chin, painting me in his mark just like he promised. Draco stood completely still for a long, agonizing moment, his chest heaving, his fingers slowly loosening their death grip on my hair. He let out a long, shuddering breath, looking down at me as I knelt there on the hard floor, breathless, tear-streaked, and thoroughly ruined.

It's been two days after the death of one of the royal hatchlings, the relationship between The dragon king and lady Salsa became so strained and void, the lady lost all coloring and always look defeated, she stopped doing all her daily routine, she only sleeps and and cry... Tekiya was bewildered, she doesn't know how to console her lady. "My lady, don't cry anymore, your health matters" kariya said the hundredth time but Lady Salsa only wailed softly into the now mucus ridden pillow..

" Mas.. She didn't hear the opening of the door, in fact none of them did, his hands cupped her face and her eyes widened as his lips captured hers. She had never imagined that she would share her first kiss with him, she had been saving it for Draco. He circled his arm around her waist to draw her closer, gently crushing the softness of breasts against his chest. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, welcoming him deep into her mouth.

“Oh my star and jellyfishes! You did it, Aki! You got the Egg! You’re officially the sneakiest Slayer in the whole wide world!” She casually handed the egg to Sasha, who took it with great amazement and reverence, and then she plopped down on the ice floor. “Aki! Are you all right?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Just beat.” “Oh my Buddha, it’s true. This is really happening. I’m actually holding the Egg of the Dragon God in my hands right now.” Sasha turned the crystalline tube this way and that, oohing and aahing while testing its weight and committing its dimensions to memory. After a while, he asked: “What do you wanna do now?”

After sleeping successfully in the previous classes, it was time for lunch. She jumped out of the class excitedly. She was starving and had a few pieces of bread that morning. She kept her hand on her stomach, wondering what she would eat when she felt her head hit something. Something hard. Slowly, she raised her head. "Oh, hi" she smiled nervously. "I'm so sorry about that. I wasn't looking" she explained, looking at his broad chest. He was taller than her so her head could only hit his chest. It was Draco and he was looking as pretty as ever. His porcelain-like skin shone brightly even in the corridor. His pink lips were so moist that Kyra could not help but imagine tasting it or at least

Draco suddenly said and crashed his lips on hers. A gasp escaped Mica's lips, but they all went into Draco's as he didn't let their lips get seperated. His hands left the wall and held her back instead, down to her butts and squeezed them lightly. "Oh..." She gasped as she forcefully pulled her lips away and tried to catch her breath. She panted heavily, and Draco lifted her jaws so she looks him in the face. "Is there a problem?" He asked and in deep breaths, Mica shook her head and went for his lips herself.

Behind her, she could feel the weight of a hundred stares, all waiting for Rhys Huxley to humiliate the woman who’d dared to claim him. She stopped before him. He didn’t move. He just looked at her with those dark, unreadable eyes. Slowly, Hermione reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and crashed her lips against his. The crowd gasped. Dean let out a low whistle. And somewhere behind her, Sarah Granger’s jaw hit the floor.

She sat down beside him and gently asked, "Feeling better?" Draco's beautiful eyes, like cherry blossoms, held a hidden depth even when he wasn't smiling. His black hair spread out at this moment, a few strands sticking to his forehead. His expression was slightly panicked, and suddenly, he tightly embraced Emma's waist. In an instant, Emma felt a contradiction. The hand on her back trembled, yet its touch made her tense and slowly relax. She gently asked, sounding as soothing as possible, "What's wrong?" At this moment, a glimmer of light poured in through the window, touching Draco's exquisitely handsome face. His long eyelashes trembled, and droplets of tears formed like shattered gems. E