Just A Vibe Collage Of My Work, Hope You Like It

Just a vibe collage of my work, hope you like it

A low, guttural growl escaped Malfoy's lips, manifesting his frustration and rage. Animalistic. His arm crashed down onto the armrest of Hermione's chair as he launched yet another assault on her mind, seeking to breach her defenses.

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“You know, Granger, If you weren’t such a bitch, I’d be interested…

Oh— and a mudblood, of course.”

A/N: He’ll eat his words eventually.

The question burst out of her. Malfoy stopped and raised his hand to his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his two fingers and slowly began massaging it while taking two deep breaths. "Do you really want to die, or are you just addicted to the Cruciatus?" he asked finally. "Oh yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a good round, but you didn't seem like someone who enjoys using it."