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"You wish those rumours where true though, don't you?" he runs both his hands down my body. Starting from my breasts, all the way to my hips. So. Slowly. "You Just want me to fuck you so badly," he looks back up at me, tearing his eyes away from my body, "isn't that what you want?" finally, my eyes meet his and I feel nothing but pure hatred for him. his touch, his tone, his presence. Those things combined might have ignited this feeling even more. All I know is I hate this man standing before me. Slow burn. Enemies. Major tws Includes Draco's pov too. CEDRIC DIGGORY ISNT DEAD IN THIS BOOK Don't expect this to be fluffy at all. This story hasn't been edited yet. Also been getting messages about longer chapters, they get longer as you read so don't worry:) 18+mature content!
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