Summary
He took her slender wrists in his hands and pressed her palms flat against his chest, relishing the shiver he felt pass through the little witch at the contact. "If you think you'll be able to forget our night together, just-like-that, well then you're sorely mistaken, love." He smirked his famous Malfoy smirk, and Godric be damned, but had it always been so enticing?