The first time it happened, it had been spur of the moment. Draco Malfoy had awaken from yet another torturous dream. He shot up, breathing heavy. He swore he could still smell the girls hair, feel the ghost of her body against him, still taste her lingering on his lips... But he was alone.

Hermione left Ginny's mind in chaos but it couldn't have felt more serene.

Wednesday Addams. Loving her was like shaking hands with the devil. She was mischievous, devious, scheming, sly, and beautiful. Not only that, but she didn't need validation. She knew she was unequaled, and that was alluring. All in all, she was captivating, and Joel soaked up every moment of her attention.

Ginn sat on the couch, waiting. Hermione was due to arrive in the burrow at any minute and she couldn't wait till morning. She watched the fire, her mind far away from the dull, event-less living room. In fact, it was wondering toward forbidden territory.

Six months after Wendy went home, her parents spoke of Finishing School. - His hands knotted in her night dress. She was so warm. So soft. So- crying... Crying? Why was she still crying? Peter started to pull away to look at her face. She pressed herself to him harder. "Don't. I just missed you."

Takesbplace after Ron leaves.

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