A story detailing one Draco Malfoy's descent into insanity as his obsession with Hermione Granger brings him to his knees and then into the abyss.
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Hermione is there, dancing shamelessly in a slinky black dress. Without realizing it, he finds himself appraising the gentle curve of her hips, the soft swell of her breasts, the dainty flush in her cheeks and light sheen of sweat on her body.
He can’t take his eyes off her.
Watching her grind her hips against nobody, twisting and flaunting those subtle curves he’d never been able to make out underneath her usual baggy clothing, makes his dick hard. It presses against his pants, tight and almost immediately painful. He hasn’t been this turned on since… Well, for a while at least.
His greedy eyes trace every movement.No one is nearby to reprimand him for his ogling and that’s a good thing because he doesn’t think he could tear his eyes away had he even wanted to.
Almost absentmindedly, he starts lightly stroking himself. No matter how sleazy it might be, he feels revitalized. This—Dove—is his problem, and he’s seeing more clearly than he has ever since he first saw her.
He knows exactly how to fix it.