Bride of the HP Dragon

-The onset of FidaMia usually begins with the beginning of a sexual relationship...

sex?Hermione sighed, but she was glad that she was in good spirits when she wrote this word, and found that she had made a mistake, and she dipped the quill in the ink again, correcting the mistake...

- And it's intensely pleasurable sex during or immediately after tagging, regardless of location, for hours or even weeks.

Judging from the information she has collected so far, this magic has poured into and entangled in their bodies since the tattoo artist put the first needle on her and Draco.Whether it was impulsive because of the pair's sudden rebellion, or their clear willingness to embrace FidaMia, the spell bound them together and inevitably took effect immediately.

Draco's tattoos, at least for now, were the more intricate of the two.Hermione had tried to draw it twice in the past three days.Each time, she had to throw the drawing board aside in frustration.

It's not that her drawing skills are not enough, but because on paper, Draco's tattooed wings can't draw a clear and clear effect.Countless delicate light and dark lines and graceful outlines were drawn with a small charcoal pencil in her hand, and the effect on the paper was that the black wings became fat, lifeless and looked completely... not the same thing.

Maybe it was because her memory wasn't precise enough.

She recalled how Draco, wearing only his well-crafted dress pants, was lying bare-chested on a tattoo table.The color of the trousers was jet black, as if absorbing all the faint light in the small room, and formed an amazing contrast with his pale skin.

He had a bottle of Ogden with him when they rushed into the lobby of the tattoo parlor on a whim, and he magnanimously handed the bottle to Hermione afterwards, sternly asking her to drink at least a third while getting her tattoo.

"Because it hurts," he explained sharply, but with unsettling anticipation.

Even though he was completely drunk by then, his tongue was as sharp as ever.He sneered at the hygiene of the tattoo parlor, doubting that the instruments were not properly sterilized, and he even felt that he might have been stabbed by the rough wooden table he had just been lying on.

The hunchbacked old tattoo artist was silent and unmoved throughout the absurdity, but when Draco poured the money from the purse into the old woman's palm, she grinned horribly, toothless. Mouth laughed.

Apparently, the old woman didn't speak English, but she didn't speak French, German, Latin, Italian, Spanish, or any of the long, unintelligible languages ​​they spoke, and she didn't respond.Only the crisp and joyful jingle sounds of Jin Jialong seemed to be able to overcome the communication barrier.

The old tattoo artist grinned horribly, toothless, and seated Hermione on the battered sofa in the corner of the room, and continued working on Draco's back with obvious pleasure.There was no doubt that it was not often that Draco's well-kept, expensive pureblood skin was spread out on the old tattooist's shabby workbench.

Admittedly, what happened next is a blur of memory.Hermione vaguely remembered lounging on the smelly couch and falling asleep.When she woke up, she dropped the Ogden bottle and went across the room to check on Draco.The blood that the tattooist had wiped from Draco's back was horrific, a smear the size of the tattoo.

But Hermione found the blotches of dark red liquid on his skin thrilling, and she held her breath as she watched, not wanting to disturb or inadvertently mar the particular painting that was being held.

"Where's the whiskey?" Draco whispered hoarsely, knowing where she was without even opening his eyes.

"It's over." Hermione lied, and she thought it was funny, and Draco seemed to think so too.He opened his eyes, showing a blinding and somewhat silly smile, ran his fingers into her thick long hair, pulled her head off and gave her a moist kiss from the side.

Hermione just stared at him, not to mention that Hermione knew him well, but she never expected Draco's kiss to be like this.The feeling of the kiss was completely different from his own, warm, passionate, sincere and even very gentle.

A kiss like this can make a girl's knees go limp for hours before her sanity and intelligence are willingly blown away.

The dingy surroundings of a tattoo parlor are left behind, and spices wrapped in gold leaf languidly burn in the corners, giving the interior a heady, dizzying vibe.This goes beyond mere drunkenness, or just the silliness of a teenager trying to penetrate the heavy smell in the room.

Hermione suspected that the spell had taken away the faint mutual attraction between her and Draco at the time, and had created a tenfold urge, masked in the raw, throbbing passion they had ensued.

Their desire was on the verge, and Hermione's senses were gradually raised to a frenzy.Everything she touched and saw became a new stimulus, and Draco was the best of them.The tattoo was slowly taking shape under the old woman's dexterous hands, and Hermione really wanted to feel how he felt right now against his skin.She wanted to pull his slender body from the table, touch every inch of his lines and every secret with her own hands.

"Sweet," he whispered to her, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

His sharp tongue was waned during the tattooing process, and he succumbed to the pain, but the kiss was just too sweet.Sweet and powerfully propelling them into the first motel they found out, and doing what they took most for granted — fitting in perfectly.

again and again.

While the old woman painstakingly tattooed his skin, Draco might have lost himself, and so had Hermione.This is exactly as Talos Stabo describes in the book - the spirit will become extremely happy for a period of time, greatly weakening the person's sanity, and turning the two into a pair of lustful rabbits.

They lost themselves at this moment, seduced and coaxed by the ancient spell, but the problem is that this is not their intention, they are bound together inescapably and irrepressibly.

So in the end she fell into such a situation, after a few days, she tried every means to get rid of the damage caused by this incident.Hermione sighed in self-loathing and flipped to the next chapter.