lithelies:Draco was still. He was breathing, she could tell, but hadn’t shifted in response to the s
lithelies:Draco was still. He was breathing, she could tell, but hadn’t shifted in response to the sight of her, or in reaction to the string that shot out of his bag.Hermione stared, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for something, anything.All she received was a toss of his head, as he shook his overgrown hair from his eyes. He squared his jaw and flexed a brow, as if to dare her to speak first. From how bright his eyes were in the dark, Hermione had peace of mind.The silver strand hung like gossamer webs, flared out from the leather of his bag. She wanted to reach out, to see what the ring had led her to. But that was definitely an invasion of privacy, which was his thing.He hadn’t said anything, just glared daggers up at her as she closed the gap.“What happened?”“I tripped.” He bit back, a hiss let out between his teeth.Chapter Sixteen; Find A Way To Live On. -- source link
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