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319 pages, ebook
Published January 1, 2022
“Can’t you just lighten up? For once in your goddamn life?”
“No, I can’t!” she shouted. “I’m facing Azkaban over this!”
“You’re not going to Azkaban, Granger.”
“I very well might!” she said, now feeling quite hysterical. He hadn’t reacted at all like she’d hoped he would. If he wasn’t willing to help her work up to it, then they were both absolutely fucked. She pressed on, letting her voice climb. “And if I’m getting sentenced to prison, I’d much rather it be because we took a stand as conscientious objectors and not because we can’t fuck properly!”
“Oh, I can fuck you properly!” he yelled, matching her tone. He pushed off the counter toward her. “And you’ll like it!”
“I don’t just need to like it, Malfoy! I need to come!”
“And you will!” he screamed. “I’ll make you come if it’s the last thing I do!”
“Great!” She shoved past him towards the door.“Perfect!” he yelled after her.
“Looking forward to it!” she screamed from the hallway.
“Can’t wait!” floated around the corner.
Hermione stopped at the foot of the stairs, red-faced and panting, replaying what she’d just said. She charged back into the kitchen. “I didn’t mean that last part!” she shouted.
“Me neither!” Malfoy yelled, looking every bit as manic as she felt.
“And I forgot my coffee!”
“Fine!” He stormed past her into the hallway and out the back door.
Hermione flipped the sink tap to cold and stuck her face under the stream.
But when she rounded the corner to the attached bathroom, she was brought up short by what she saw. Because, indeed, Draco Malfoy was using an electric hair dryer… on his face?
He was clothed in his usual uniform of white shirt and black trousers, and his hair was dry. But his head was tilted back and his eyes closed in apparent rapture as he directed the air over his face. It was such an odd and somehow strangely intimate display that Hermione couldn’t tear her eyes away. As she watched, he directed the air down the length of each of his arms and over his chest and stomach. He seemed so pleased by the sensation that he didn’t even look angry when he caught sight of her watching in the mirror.
“Look at this!” he shouted over the noise of the fan’s motor. “Like a combined drying and warming charm! But prolonged!”