fanfiction de qualidade que eu nem sei de onde vem
mas que me parti a rir, sem dúvida :P
btw....Harry Potter, tá ai a chegar o filme
Talvez este ano ainda leia os livros todos
Mitha / Sofia / Vivian
Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open and she took in her unfamiliar surroundings. Sheer white drapes fluttered and danced playfully in the breeze coming through an open window. She could see a curving lanscape with endless rows of purple flowers. Ah, Provence. With her illusion of sleep shattered, she attempted to sit up in bed but her muscles protested with a dull ache. She fleetingly wondered why. Hermione opted to roll over instead and with a small gasp of surprise, met the warm, bare chest of a man in bed beside her. She could feel his heart beating steadily beneath her palm while her own pulse raced.
“Good morning, love,” he spoke affectionately as she felt a hand slip under hers and fingers lace between the spaces of her own.
He brought their joined hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles. Memories of the night before immediately returned to her.
“Morning,” she replied, taking in the sight that was Draco Malfoy. He was lying on his side with his head propped up on one hand. His hair, in disarray, glowed in the morning light like a halo. Hermione’s eyes followed the lines and shadows on his bare chest, marveling at his pale skin. Like an angel, she decided. She could faintly recall something Draco had cockily said the night before about shagging her to death. He’d done it then? Because surely she died and gone to heaven. That would explain the extreme soreness.
“What would you like to do today, Mrs. Malfoy?” Draco’s mouth curved into a suggestive smirk, shortly before leaning over and kissing her neck.