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Rain pounded against Draco's skin as he watched her laugh behind the glass with that Weasley boy.
He's going to hurt you, Hermione… but I won't hurt you.
Weasley touched her wrist, pulling her closer, and Hermione smiled that picture-perfect, sweet smile. A mouth found lips… a throat… until clothing was on the floor. Weasley's head settled between her thighs, spreading her apart.
Her moans seeped through the glass, and something within thrashed. "Oh, God!"
Drowning was quieter than he'd imagined. No thrashing, no screaming, only bitterness filling his lungs until madness wore his face and whispered in his voice.
MINE!
His palm dragged low over his denim, pulling out his cock as he fisted himself. Hand working, he stripped his length, watching Hermione climax.
Whore.
Draco painted the panes in his seed. She should know better than to leave her curtains open. Who knows who's out here at night?