Houseguest

Draco isn't amused, Hermione's attire is too revealing, he has other garments which are so much well suited to his needs.

Last game he won. Yet this one is a tad more interesting…

He also remembers many times that Belle did this from before— he remembers her scribbling on bits of scrap paper in the library, getting ink on her face from her drafting pen over their own private dinners. She has nothing on her face now, even as his eyes drift up to catch every little detail. “I will allow you that disposition, my love,” he tells her as he brings up the knuckles of her right had so that he can press his lips against her skin. “Apart from one instance.” “Oh?” Belle asks, eyebrows raising higher than Adam honestly thought they could go. “And which instance would that be, my Prince?” “You were at the center of me,” he says. “From the very first moment you threw a snowball at my face.”

The one thing that Yuuri didn't expect about the World Figure Skating Championships in Boston was that beating two world records and winning a gold medal was going to be the easy part.