Fics like Ligatus

He was on her then, all hot breath and predatory menace. He lifted her chin with his long elegant fingers so that he could search the depths of her eyes. She felt her heart flutter. Was that fear? If it was, it was a foreign feeling to her—even when she could recall the days spent being hunted in her wisteria woods. No one touched her. No one could, and yet here he was, towering over her, breathing her air, his hands on her skin. He licked his canines and Hermione tracked the movement with her eyes, but he jerked her chin upwards again. “Love is slowing you down, my lady. I will catch you at last, if you love much more.”* She felt disgust. And that was new as well. All of these feelings were new. Hermione stepped away from King Draco then, lowering herself on the spiral stairs that she forgot the reason she was climbing. “I don’t know what you mean by that.” He laughed from deep in his belly and raked his fingers through the white blond hair on his head. The rings there glinted in the moonlight. Without a word, he spun away, his black robes billowing behind him like a violent cloud. OR: Just a blatant rip off of Peter S. Beagle’s The Last Unicorn; but darker, spicy and most importantly Dramione.

Fics like Ligatus

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