Stories by fanntastic

War has worn her down to the quick. All Hermione wanted was a bath. A break from the crumbling world outside. What she found instead was Draco Malfoy. Naked. Unbothered. Dangerous. He doesn't apologize. He doesn't stop. "I'd worship the war you want to rage on my sins." He says. She should leave. She doesn't.

"You've only made me beg for three things in our life." He's going to get sneaky, she thought. "To let this glorious body be mine in every way possible," he said, and put his mouth on her night shirt, taking her breast into his mouth, "To let me love you," Her breath caught in her throat."And to have my last name as your last name." His hands found hers feeling for her wedding band

"Strictly business." She stated. "I've never had this type of…arrangement before." Draco explained. "Well here's your golden opportunity to try something new." She countered. "Humor me, Granger," he snapped, "this is already a bad idea. Very bad." He muttered at the end. "Oh, Draco," she drawled, and whispered, "very bad can feel...very good."