There was a thick silence when she finally spun around, the air alight with the unspoken thing between them. The swell of her breasts were plainly visible from this angle, sending his blood rushing south.
“Malfoy, I—" She swallowed, her chest rising on the inhale. “I know what you really do.” * In the darkness that is post-war Britain, Draco Malfoy finds a surprising reason to survive. An art/ fic collab with saph_xxi. WARNING: NSFW art inside.
I really enjoyed this. It was short, easy to read. But I felt the connection between Draco and Hermione easily, more so than some of the longer fics but that’s probably because this is short and to the point. I enjoyed it, I swooned at some parts. I love a protective Draco. It gave me Manacled vibes on a smaller scale. For being a short fic, I felt like the story pulled me in.