"You heard," Draco shrugged when she turned around.
"I don’t know if that was some innuendo of some sort," she mumbled before returning to her task.
"I happen to like how you look when you’re coming undone," Draco said and let his eyes linger on hers.
"Excuse me?" Hermione looked back at him when he commented such a comment.
UGH MY DADS USING THE “THATS WHAT U GET WHEN UR ON YOYUR LAPTOP 24/7” UJGH LIKE NO THIS IS SERIOUS OMFG THE BATTEY COSTS LIKE 500 BUCKS KDFLP;BJDGKLC
Draco looked at her hands as she unclasped her necklace and then back to her face in the mirror when she questioned him. He smiled back and shrugged a shoulder. “You’re gorgeous.”
"I’m coming undone from being styled," Hermione laughed at how she looked. Hair was in disarray, she was wearing a flimsy slip, and her makeup was now beginning to wear off.
ugh my fucking laptops batterys fucking doing what my old laptops dod where the battery rapidly goes from 90 to 10% in like a few minutes ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhgfkjdfbkjfj
UGH I LOVE AMELIE’S SOUNDTRACK I WANT TO GO WALK DOWN A COLOURFUL STREET AND FIND WHO I AM LOL
Draco walked over to the bed and perched down with his hands besides him on the bed and watched her.
Hermione sat down on the vanity table and brushed her hair over her shoulder. She unclipped the back of her necklace and then caught Draco’s gaze in the reflection of the mirror and smiled. “What?”
Draco looked at her face in the mirror as she concentrated on taking out the pins of her hair. He walked up behind her and took the zip at the top and dragged it down her back, his knuckles brushing against the silk of the slip she was wearing. “There,” he murmured when he pulled it to the bottom.
Hermione sighed when his knuckles brushed down her curved back. “Thank you,” she said before shimmying out of her dress.
HOly crap i bled again when i used to toilet
"Hey there," Draco said when he opened the back door and found Chester laying on the porch. The dog came bounding inside and Draco filled up his food and water bowl and did the same for Pudding’s. "Be good," he said to the cat and dog and then headed for the stairs.
He entered the bedroom and closed the door softly behind him. “Need help with your dress?” He asked Hermione.
Hermione took out the pins holding up her hair before running her fingers through the now awkwardly bumpy strands. She looked over her shoulder and nodded. “Mm-hm.”