Summary: One-shot

He tore, bit, sucked, breathed, scratched at her as her flailing arms and legs won no victory.

She stood in silence for a while, knowing but not caring that he still stood behind her. She heard him mutter something and warmth surrounded her. A figment of imagination. An unreal cover.

Euphemism.

Though she was warm, it didn’t reach her body, her mind, her soul. She was freezing.

A hand came to rest on her arm.

This time, she let him.

At that moment, Hell froze over.

Warning: Contains mention of rape. Nothing graphic.

2nd story in a series of Hermione/Draco one-shots (Check out my author page for more information)

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