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Her cheek rubs against his tense shoulder.

«Oh fuck,» Malfoy hisses, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Cursing the hair that scattered across his pillow as the girl in his arms lowered her head in a dozen.

Malfoy inhales chamomile for the last time, which seems to soak into his bedclothes overnight. He pulls away. And, not finding a better solution, covering her with his cloak, he goes into the shower. And then sleep. And only sleep. On the second, only empty bed in this room.

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AO3 Magdalens

HER FIFTY KISSES

AO3 Magdalens

Summary:

Fifty kisses.

She takes a step forward.

Well

The countdown starts today. Now. Shaking off the tremors from the tips of his fingers, Granger timidly touches the sharp cheekbone of a bored looking Malfoy. He draws it warily. She looks at his compressed lips and, trying to think through her further actions, gets lost. For a split second. Dozens of others have kissed those lips, and now hers will be added to the damn list. The pause that had been given to her was already beginning to end. And finally having made up her mind, she mixes their breath with a lightning movement. Leaving his confusion on Draco Malfoy's lips with the first careful movements.