Elena Itvon

Preview Chapter 17: Moonlight Spotlight Daylight

“Ready?” She asks, pulling her top over her head, coating his insides with a light wash of disappointment with every button she does.

He picks up his own shirt from the floor and follows her lead, unbothered about the wrinkled fabric and the buttons he’s hastily fastening. He forgoes buttoning up his shirt sleeves and opts for rolling them up to his elbows before he holds out his hands for her.

“Let’s go.” She quickly intertwines her fingers with his.

The apparition is quick.

For a flash of a second, it feels like he is standing in the eye of a storm. Everything around him is a flurry of runny watercolor ink spreading on paper. Cerulean, cobalt, violet and vermillion all bleed together until everything is blanketed in pitch black darkness.

Then, he opens his eyes and there she is.

Granger.

Summary:

So despite everything, despite knowing what we’re doing is wrong on so many levels, we continue to pretend. We pretend as if there’s been some sort of a time glitch where the world around us has come to a complete standstill.

I am Draco and you are Hermione and we are in love.

*a short war-time romance told entirely through letters between D and H. Loosely based on The Great War by Taylor Swift*

Preview Chapter 13: Mumblemumps?

“Show me how you fucked yourself, Granger,” He places both his hands on her hips to still her. Then, he flips her over so she’s sitting with her back reclined on the sofa—a much easier position to unzip her jeans and take it off her. Draco leans over and works on her zipper and she eagerly lifts her hips to assist him.

Her panties are delicate and flimsy. He hooks one finger onto the elastic and looks up at her. Granger sucks in a breath and nods, indicating it’s okay for him to go on.

“What’s this?” He asks, watching her wet and glistening cunt under the dying streaks of light trickling through the window.

“Visceral reactions, Draco,” she tells him and he swallows hard. She’s soft, pink and so bloody perfect that he can’t help himself. He needs to taste her.

Preview: Chapter 11: Acid Pops & Tudor Portraits

It’s mid afternoon when they finally leave the marketplace and stride towards her scooter. The sun is steadily making its descent westwards and casting warm daylight on their faces. She’s got two shopping bags in her right hand and a rainbow pinwheel he bought for her in another. Malfoy is walking next to her with an acid pop and the rest of their bags.

“Show me your tongue,” Hermione stops walking and turns to her side to look at him. He lowers his eyes to ogle her as if she were a pest destroying his harvest before slowly sticking out his green colored tongue to show her the hole burned through it.

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” Malfoy shakes his head. “This is the fun part, Granger.”

“In what universe is this considered fun?”

“In the same universe where this—” he points his index finger back and forth between them. “is considered normal.”

Preview Chapter 9: Luna Lovegood’s Tonic of Death

“Where are you going?” Ginny yawns, stepping out of Hermione’s room with a sheet wrapped around her body. The state of her hair and the imprint of Harry’s hand around pale and exposed her neck is an obvious indicator that she’s been thoroughly fucked.

“I don’t know,” Hermione throws on a white blouse and hurriedly dabs on her strawberry perfume behind her neck. “Malfoy is—”

“Did she say Malfoy?” Harry’s voice booms out from her bedroom.

“She did.” Ginny confirms, with a grin.

“I saw them making eyes at each other the whole time we were in the kitchen last night.” The bed creaks, the sheets rustle and within seconds, Harry is standing next to Ginny in his crumpled jeans. As suspected, his neck is lined with sporadic purple bruises and bite marks while his shoulders have crescent shaped indentations from Ginny’s nails.

“They’ve been making eyes at each other way before that, Harry.” Ginny laughs. “I think everyone can see it at this point.”