I should have said this earlier via email but I LOVE this chapter - drunk-on-love, besotted Draco is so great. This whole passage is priceless:
The fluorescent kitchen light caught of the brown of her ringlets just so, giving them a radiance that Draco had never before noticed. The way the sweat dripped down her temples and beaded on her upper lip was at once erotic and awe-inspiring: the lengths her body would go to keep her cool! Draco only wished he could do half as much for her. Her arms as they pounded the Fargul nuts… So muscular, and yet so elegant and coordinated, how she both pounded and rotated! ... Her voice… It was so beautiful when it screeched. Like an owl. No, better than an owl! Better than an entire parliament of owls!
Hermione is so blind here. All the signs are there and she doesn't see it. I want to put myself in her place so she could see what I am seeing. Hilarious though, very so. This chapter is one for the Pensive.
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The fluorescent kitchen light caught of the brown of her ringlets just so, giving them a radiance that Draco had never before noticed. The way the sweat dripped down her temples and beaded on her upper lip was at once erotic and awe-inspiring: the lengths her body would go to keep her cool! Draco only wished he could do half as much for her. Her arms as they pounded the Fargul nuts… So muscular, and yet so elegant and coordinated, how she both pounded and rotated! ... Her voice… It was so beautiful when it screeched. Like an owl. No, better than an owl! Better than an entire parliament of owls!
Ha ha ha!!!
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