Malfoy does as she asks and a window opens above them, revealing the beautiful starfilled night sky. She is warm in Snape's arms, warm, soft and beautiful, and as he looks down into her face, into her bright, blue eyes he knows how empty he would be without her. He could hold her like this forever. But the desire to hold gives way to the need to act; he kisses her tenderly and caresses her, and Malfoy strokes her star-lit hair. "How shall we please you, little love?" She looks from Snape to Malfoy, blushing just a bit at his question. Therion settles behind Malfoy, rests his head on the wizard's...
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