The Story of Us: A Dramione Anthology

“Tell me you love me, Granger,” Draco ordered.

Hermione jutted out her chin. “No.”

“Stop withholding! My mind healer says because of my trauma—“

“Oh for heaven’s sake! I love you, alright! Honestly! From your infuriatingly perfect blond hair down to the tips of your toes.”

“Which are perfect too, by the way. I’d like a kiss now, please.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and her mouth twisted in annoyance before leaning in.

He captured her round cheeks, sliding his mouth against hers in a frustratingly good kiss, nipping her lower lip slightly. She chased his mouth even after he pulled back.

Draco smiled smugly. “Very good. Now say it again without the lip.”