Post by DRACO MALFOY on May 19, 2023 16:41:15 GMT -5
here for you | "We do. Why? Are you only in this for my money?" Draco teased. As the sole Malfoy heir, he'd come into his inheritance we he'd turned 17. The more impressive holdings of the Malfoy Estate would have been put on hold until his father died, but with Lucius in Azkaban, Draco was in charge, with Narcissa gently coaching when she wasn't travelling. "My mother is at our estate outside Bordeaux, though we also have property in Italy and Spain." He was sure there was more. As he was working through his father's office, Draco had discovered a smaller property in Russia, in what he assumed was bought as an unsuccessful bargaining chip. His father had wanted him to go to Durmstrang, but Narcissa hated the thought of him being so far away. He'd always been closer to his mother. "I'll have to take you," he added wistfully. It'd been ages since he'd been to their other homes- they used to travel every summer, but everything changed shortly before the war. He would have rolled his eyes if he wasn't so enthralled with her, pleased that she had kissed him back. He'd always be a Slytherin, just as she'd forever be a damned stubborn, swotty, reckless, bleeding heart Gryffindor. Before she could finish scolding him his lips claimed hers again and again, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip before slowly releasing it as he pulled her on top of him, his neck resting against the arm of the sofa. He almost made a smart-ass comment about her always talking, but as she loomed over him, he instead took a moment to drink her in. Her fuzzy pajamas. Her wild curls. His eyes stopped on the carving in her arm, took a long pause on her chest, before meeting her eyes. "You're perfect." He fisted the fabric of her pajama top to pull her to him in another searing kiss. |
tag || HERMIONE GRANGER || notes ||welp. guy knows what he wants lmao && i feel its important to address, scars and all || ▲