Hey everyone! So what I am sharing with you today is a card exercise that can be used to improve a variety of different skills. Telepathy for spirit communication, intuition, & more! I will explain how with a few different ones later, but feel free to get creative! Best thing about this, is it really only requires a deck of cards, and something to record your answers. The great thing about this exercise is that you can scale the difficulty of it as well!
Deck of Playing Cards
Notebook or paper and a pen (to record your answers)
What You Need To Do - Basic Steps
First off, shuffle your deck. Now with your deck shuffled, pull one card from the top, place it face down (no peeking!). Now this is where you can include a spirit companion if you are working on telepathy with them! Keep in mind you can also use this practice to strengthen your other clair-senses as well! Have your companion sit with you and tell you if the card you chose is red or black. Don’t worry about any other thing on the card, just red or black.
If you are trying to strengthen a intuition or anything else, try to feel if the card is red or black instead of telling a companion to tell you.
Tips: Trust your first instinct. You may just feel stronger one way or the other, get a flash of color in your head, or however you may sense it or your companion may hint it to you. Go with your gut!
Make sure to record your answers! With just doing just red & black, you have a 50% chance per card of getting it right, so when you are getting 70-80% right consistently, progress so its a little harder!
Ways To Progress The Exercise
Alright so time to make it a bit harder: progress as follows:
Colors Only (Black/Red)
Suits Only (Clubs, Diamonds, Hearts, Spades)
Colors & Suits
Face/Pip Cards Only (Ace, 2, 3, 4, King, etc)
Face/Pip & Colors
Face/Pip & Suits
Safe time to progress is when you are hitting 60-80% accuracy for the first few. Progress as you feel comfortable on the last few! Good luck!
I was taught this exercise several years ago, so credit goes to whoever really thought of it (I can’t remember who taught it to me!). But I really hope you enjoy this and it helps you!
Well we went to high school together. We weren’t close or anything but we knew of each other and always saw each other. I remember exactly where her locker was and I remember purposely walking down that hallway just to see her. I thought she was so fucking beautiful. She was just one of those girls in high school who was friends with absolutely everybody. There literally wasn’t one person who didn’t like her.
2 years later/ on my nieces birthday of 2017 I had planned to go to Disney (that’s in orlando) with my whole family, which was about 2 hours away. The day of , i wasn’t feeling good and almost didn’t go. Thank god I did.
On my way to Disney a couple friends from where I live texted me asking if I wanted to go out to a club in orlando. I told them yes since I’d already be there and just to pick me up on their way to the club. What’s weird though is that , if you know me you know I’m not the type to just make plans like that randomly. My family had to trust me as they left to go back home (again 2 hours away) and dropped me off at some mall where I was waiting by myself, not to mention for me it was in the middle of no where. I was seconds away from telling my friends never mind because I didn’t feel like having to deal with that situation in case something happened and they didn’t get me and I would’ve been stranded 2 hours away with no car. But something , AND I KID YOU NOT I PUT THIS ON MY LIFE, something was telling me “what if you’re suppose to meet somebody tonight, just go and have fun.” I don’t really like clubs for the most part but something was really making me feel like I needed to go.
The start of the night/ my friends pick me up and we get to the club; we’re all shit faced by that time we got there. Later on in the night I look to my left and see Cheyanne Taylor walk in. Red body suit, black shirt, laced up sandals. Not to forget, she lives where I live, but for some reason we both ended up at the same club at the same time in the middle of nowhere. I looked at her rolled my eyes , smiling , and looked away. The feeling I got when I saw her is something I wish I could put in words. I’ve always thought she was so fucking beautiful and loved the way she presented herself but never would I have guessed she would’ve said anything to me. She comes over, the night goes on, she kisses me and after that it was just set. The rest of the night it was all my attention on her, nobody else in the club. I swear to god I fell in love with her that night. I knew she was it. I’ve never gotten that feeling before, I just knewwwww it was something different. The night later ended.
The next morning/ i remember waking up SOOO upset because I just figured what happened with her last night was a one night thing (of course being single you go out meet people, get drunk, hook up, and that be the end of it) but the feeling I got when we kissed that night, was so different than anybody else I’ve just kissed being drunk. I remember telling all my friends the day after, “yep I’m going to marry her.” I literally would feel my heart stop when I saw her name on my phone but I never knew what to say and I didn’t want to mess up so I just didn’t answer and if I did it would be hours later. With that said, we hardly texted at all but the following weekend came. We met up Friday night, January 20th and since then we haven’t slept one day apart.
I’ve never felt this way about somebody.. the fact that we were both 2 hours away from where we live, the same night, the same spot in the same place… things happen for a reason. She’s my reason.
Shiro as Gomez Addams. Eccentric, handsome, athletic multi-billionaire. Loves black and white suits. Obsessed with spaceships and in his study he’d blow them up just for fun, he can always buy a new set anyway, no big deal. He is such a romantic. He adores and would literally die for his husband, Keith. Loves making morbid jokes, it’s his thing. Randomly takes the husband and him on trips to Bermuda Triangle because it’s their typical destination.
Keith as Morticia Addams. Handsome and quiet, makes a lot of people do a double-take just like with his husband. Always in all-black suits. Sometimes wears a red tie. Red is the only other colour he will wear. Rarely smiles but when he does… Shiro: STAB MY HEART A THOUSAND TIMES, MY LOVE, AND I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU EVER JUST SMILE MY WAY Keith: Let me go just get my dagger, will you wait for me, Mon cher? Shiro: Cara mio, will it be painful? Keith: Extremely.
As a married couple, they are quite a sight to see. They move so gracefully like they came out of a black and white film. Never do people see them wear normal clothes. They always have to look elegant. They are multilingual. They know Japanese, Spanish, Italian, French and English. But Japanese is the language that just drives Shiro nuts whenever Keith uses it for sweet talks.
When they go on dinner dates, they get weird looks. The waiter in charge of their table is always scandalized when they hear them talk. Shiro: At your request, I would rip out my eyes. At your command, I would crawl on my belly through hot coals and broken glass. Keith: Why wait, my darling?
“What the hell is wrong with you people?”
A bit weirded out by normal people. Keith: Takashi, that child is… smiling as if he’s happy. How hideous. Shiro: Look away, my love. Look away.
••walks into your ask box dressed neatly in a black suit with a red tie•• “Heichou, these are for you. Please accept them.” ••hands you a neat bouquet of red roses•• “I hope your day is as lovely as you are~” ••winks and walks out••
The small general store was quiet except for the sound of a young man’s broom sweeping across the floor and the faint echo of a radio playing from a backroom. The only customer was a tall man whom had been lurking a far aisle, his eyes scanning the various cans on the slightly dusty shelf while his left hand gripped his briefcase.
The sweeping ceased at the sound of the bell above the door. The young man stood by the counter and watched as the man walked through the aisles, pausing to smile and handle random cans with a laugh. His finger swiped a shelf and he inspected the dust with a disappointed face. He wore an all black suit. A blood red kerchief was tied around his neck and his hat tipped on his head just enough to look sinister.
“Go get your grandpa, kid,” he commanded and leaned an elbow on the shop counter while waiting, nodding once to the customer across the way.
The boy dropped the broom and scrambled to the backroom to retrieve the old man. His slumped frame, followed closely by his grandson, walked slowly to the other side of the counter.
“You don’t mind, right?” the man in black spoke it as more of a statement than a question. He reached over to a jar of suckers, unwrapping one and popping it in his mouth while flicking the wrapper onto the floor. “I’m very worried. I don’t see any money in your hands, and I gave you very clear instructions,” he explained.
The old man’s face remained calm, but his grandson’s fists were balled at his sides. For a moment all three stood there staring at one another with only the faint but familiar jazz tune from the radio filling the space.
“We are under the protection of Don V, we won’t be giving you any money,” the old man was stern, but he took an anxious breath to calm his nerves.
The man in black pulled the candy from his mouth and let out a comical laugh for a moment, then his face became quite serious.
“You’re making a big mistake, pops,” he pointed the sucker in the old mans face.
“Hey! You can’t threaten my gran-“ the boy started, but the old man placed a hand on the boys shoulder to stop him from talking.
“Whoah, whoah! Hey, it’s okay, kid…pops,” he nodded to them both, “I won’t be coming back. I get the message.”
The man reached over to pinch and smack the boys cheek, then with a smirk he straightened the old mans collar and brushed off his apron before patting him on the chest.
He tilted his hat to the customer before leaving. The man, after nodding back, set the briefcase on the shelf, making sure to click the lock before walking out empty-handed and entering the backseat of a black car that had been waiting for him.
“What a fool,” the blonde woman driving said when she heard him close the door of the car.
“Eh, place was a dump anyway,” the man in black said from the passengers seat with a sigh, “we’d never get any dough from that joint,” he sat back in the seat and lowered the hat over his eyes.
“That’s not the point, Saeran,” she snapped, smacking the hat from his head before hitting the gas.
“Hey, watch it,” he groaned and picked his hat back up, “I hate this city.”
“Well, get over it. We’ll be running it, soon,” she replied.
The man in the back turned to look out of the window as they drove away.
“Should be any moment now,” he spoke, but neither of them in the front payed any mind to what he was saying.
The explosion in the distance paired with the sound of shattering glass and rubble elicited screams from the people on the streets. They watched women, children, and men as they began to run in hopes of seeing what had happened.
“Look at them, flocking like vultures to see the carnage,” Saeran hissed in disgust.
“Let them look. I want them to see what happens when they don’t pay up,” she laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. Can we stop somewhere? I’m fuckin’ starving, here,” he replied.
“Christ,” Saeyoung’s face hardened as he heard the news.
“Frank is waiting at the scene,” one of the soldiers explained before being waved off.
He had been overseeing Jaehee’s team as they unloaded another shipment of bootleg into a warehouse. He leaned back on the car and pinched the bridge of his nose in silent thought and frustration.
“Lucky, Kitty!” he called out, sounding harsher than intended.
“Yes, boss?” Yoosung approached, winded but smiling, with you right beside him.
“Frank’s waiting down by first street. Don’t ask questions, just go meet him. Report back to me right after, got that?” he ruffled Yoosung’s cap.
“Got it!” he took off.
You began to follow but Saeyoung tugged at your arm and pulled you back, causing you to stumble a bit on the pavement.
“Lucky’s lucky, but, keep your eyes open…you’ll understand why when you get there. Be careful,” he warned.
“I’m always careful,” you insisted.
“Attagirl,” he let go, flashing a bit of a smile as you walked away.
Yoosung had waited for you to catch up, and as you walked you wondered who Frank could be. And what was going on. You were both oddly quiet. Normally, you couldn’t get Yoosung to shut up. He still had that smile on his face, but the whole way there he only spoke to point out puddles, so you wouldn’t step in them.
From far away, the damage seemed extensive. It only got worse as you approached, and anyone could see it was the work of a bomb. Aside from a few kids out to take a look at the wreckage, there weren’t many people in sight. Most had probably shut themselves at home in fear, you guessed.
Down a nearby alley you saw the figure of a man in uniform waiting. His face became familiar the closer you got. His large belly, bulbous nose and reddish stubble on his face more apparent with the closing distance. You paused, your heart racing and your palms sweating. Frank…
“Don’t worry! He’s on our payroll. That’s Lieutenant Frank,” Yoosung said when he noticed your hesitancy.
You knew very well who it was. But did he know you? Would he recognize your face? You had always thought this son of a bitch was crooked. Damn, who else from the force would you come in contact with…this was way deeper than you had anticipated. You couldn’t wait to expose him for the scum he was.
“Lucky! My boy, how’s the family?” he asked in a chipper tone.
“Mom’s doing a little better. She actually got out of bed yesterday, started pointing out all the things that needed cleaning,” Yoosung smiled.
“I bet your old man loved that,” he laughed, “glad to hear it. And…you seem familiar? When did we meet? I can’t quite remember your name,” his eyes narrowed in on you.
“I’m going to go ask around, see if anyone saw anything,” you said through a lump in your throat before running off.
You were careful of the glass that littered the street. It looked like they hadn’t been able to clean everything up yet. You kicked a few pieces of brick and wood shards, your heart sinking as you peeked into the empty space to survey the damage. It was littered with burned and exploded cans, a remnant of a broom close to your feet.
“Hey, you,” you grabbed a young boy by the collar as he came running passed you, “did you see what happened here?”
“Well, there was a car and-“
“Louie!” a window flew open a few stories up on an adjacent building and cut him off, “come home, now!” she waved her rag in anger at him as she scolded.
The boy ran home without another word and Yoosung appeared only a moment later, his face was white and his smile non-existent. For a moment you held your breath, waiting for him to say something. Say that he knew all about you, that he was going to tell the Mad Hatter.
“What is it, Yoosung?” you tried to hide the quiver in your tone, “what did he say?”
“He said they don’t know much about what happened. Everyone around here is too scared to talk. And…” he trailed off.
“And what?” you pressed him.
“Well. He doesn’t know who the guy is, but he says he is pretty sure. It’s really hushed over there and he is trying to find out more. He says…someone from the police force has worked their way into the family. He says we have a rat.”
“So, Draco Malfoy, you want to get out of an arrangement you say?” You smirk, looking at the frustrated grown man. You and Draco work in the Ministry of Magic together. You know him from your Hogwart years, since your houses were paired together for classes you saw him often. You heard of his betrothal to Astoria Greengrass, the young, bright Hufflepuff. It was peculiar for Draco Malfoy to come to you a Gryffindor, muggleborn for help, but him and you knew why he’d chosen you. For starters, you were a muggleborn which his father despised all muggleborns if he heard that Draco Malfoy was with one he’ll lose his mind. To add on you were a Gryffindor, so double the whammy.
I am not afraid anymore
Draco was planning on doing it earlier to get out of the arrangement. Unfortunately, his plan was initiated all too late, he was already Astoria’s fiancé, so he had to do a greater damage. He had to take it to a level he have never thought of.
“Yes, L/N.” Draco sighed, knowing that you knew, you just messed with him. “And how do you intend on doing that?” You ask, chuckling a bit, playing with your wand. “I want to know how far do you want to take it to ruin your reputation and a marriage of course.” You whisper in his ear. “I think you want to break Astoria Greengrass’ heart badly, so, what is your plan, Malfoy? Because kisses and hugs, aren’t enough for her to give you up?” You giggle, biting your lip, at the now sexually frustrated Malfoy. You purposefully check your watch, “Oops, time to go. Owl me later Malfoy of your plans.” You say, walking away from Draco as he curses himself.
“One more month till my Draco gets married, can’t you believe it Lucius he’s all grown up!” Narcissa exclaims. Draco puts on a false grin, “Astoria is such a wonderful lady, despite being a Hufflepuff I prefer her over the Parkinsons’ daughter.” Lucius intervened. “Astoria is coming in two days for a visit, can’t wait for you to see her again.” Narcissa announced. “Can’t wait.” Draco mumbled.
It was the day Astoria Greengrass was going to visit Draco, Draco hadn’t told her, Y/N, of his plans completely. He had to grasp onto Astoria that she fell in love with him so deeply that he held her heart, her emotions. Draco’s parents decided that Draco would take Astoria out for a nice date. Draco dressed up in a black suit carrying red roses for Astoria. Narcissa and Lucius waited in a corner patiently, waiting for the certain Greengrass to arrive.
Draco opened the door and found a dressed up Astoria in a mid length silver dress with her parents behind her, Astoria’s parents and Draco’s told the pair to head onto their date. Astoria giggled and swirled silently as Draco gave her the roses, Draco smiled and put his arm out for Astoria to put her arm around his in which she did. They both headed to a elegant restaurant. Draco became bored quickly as soon as they sat down and Astoria began talking about wedding plans.
Draco dazed off his eyes wandering to other tables till he gulped. He spotted you with three other friends, hard drinks in hand, laughing while sipping on alcohol. You spotted him and winked, Draco’s eyes moved back to Astoria. A waitress came and took their orders. After taking their orders and walking off Draco payed attention to Astoria.
“Draco, do you love me?” Astoria asked out of no where. “I do love you with all my life Astoria. You’re the most ravishing lady I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Draco lied to get her hooked onto him. Astoria blushed, a bright red hue.
Draco and Astoria were near the end of their date, Draco finally looking back at your table to see you drunk out of your mind your friends keeping you up and stable. Draco and Astoria began to stand up to leave, Draco and Astoria were waiting for a car to pop up as so you and your friends were waiting for a vehicle as well. You stumbled your way to Draco with out him noticing you grab his face and press your lips against him in front of Astoria and your friends.
Draco smelled a subtle hint of alcohol, but was taken away by the random kiss. “Let’s get this started shall we.” You whispered in his ear, Draco realized that you were more sober than drunk. Astoria was angered, lashing out at you, blurting incoherent words. Your friends yelled back at her, defending you, “Calm down guys. You too lady. By the way he’s a great kisser.” You chuckled playing with Astoria. Once your intended vehicle came your friends put you in the car and left.
“What the bloody hell? The nerves she has!” Astoria shouted. “Disgusting.” Draco lied, placing a fake scowl on his face. “Let’s go.” Draco said instead of waiting for a car they apparated. Astoria didn’t want to speak of the recent events as Astoria gave Draco a kiss and headed home. Draco entered the manor, “How was the date?” Narcissa blurted. “Amazing. I like to talk about it but I’m very exhausted mind if I head to my room?” Draco told Narcissa. “Of course, goodnight.” Narcissa said. “Night.” Draco replied.
Heading back to his room, locking his door, changing into his nightwear. Draco wasn’t going to sleep, he was rather wide awake from the events of today. Draco began looking at you closely trying to remember the young you. He couldn’t remember about you a lot except that you were a desire to many boys in Hogwarts, but he didn’t notice you much since you were a Gryffindor, yet you’ve matured all around with a curved figure and gorgeous looks. Draco began to fantasize about you, you looked like a angel, with a tight, ring dress that shown your shoulders.
Draco slide down his pajama bottoms along with his boxers as his member sprung free and erect. Draco put a silencing spell on his bedroom walls, before engaging in his activity. Draco rubbed the tip of his cock, rubbing the head softly, Draco moaned softly. Pre cum dripping from it already, Draco moved his hand to his shaft and slowly began rubbing up and down. Draco groaned louder, thinking of sinking his cock into your entrance imagining the tight, warm feeling of you around his cock that he yearned for.
Your breasts gently bouncing, Draco began to rub himself faster. Thinking of you moaning his name out loud it was so wrong of him to think such way of you, but he’s noticed you more than just a coworker at times. Draco wanted to pound into your slick walls, begging you to scream his name and cum for you. He wanted to see your face contour in pleasure as he came right inside you, filling your walls with his thick load. Draco moaned and began to feel himself coming to an end, beginning to move his hand quicker. Draco than imagined one last image of you, an image of you naked, Draco bucked his hips as ropes of cum came out of his member. Draco grunted, beads of sweat plastering his face, slowing down his speed riding out his high as cum was splattered everywhere. Draco casted spells to clean the mess.
Draco pulled up his pajama bottoms and covered himself, falling asleep.
Draco went downstairs, bumping into his mum. “Oh Draco, dearie, in a week the Greengrasses are coming back for further wedding planning. So be prepared.” Narcissa said. “Good to know.” Draco replied. It was Saturday and Draco decided if it was best to owl you about his interesting plans.
You heard pecking at your window, you opened woke up opening the window to see a owl with a letter. You smugly smiled knowing it was from Draco. You opened the letter and read it fascinated with his plan. You felt aroused and decided to go along with it even though of how explicit and wild it is, you knew this was surely something Astoria Greengrass will never forget and that you’ll cherish.
You owled him asking when you’ll sneak into the manor. Draco replied quickly saying in the letter, “In a week.”
When Draco received a letter back from you asking of when you’ll enter the manor he couldn’t believe you accepted the plan and Draco was very pleased by this.
Within the week of going of back to the Ministry. The two of you constantly looked at each other, only speaking when it was appropriate. On occasion you sent cheeky smiles and seductive winks including you biting part of your lips. Which made a Draco flustered, and you knew his weaknesses. Waiting patiently for the days to end so the new day would commence, getting closer to the day that will change everything.
So that day came and you were prepared, curled hair, with the same tight dress from the night you kissed Draco Malfoy in front of Astoria Greengrass, blood red lipstick and black heels. You owled Draco asking him when it’d be appropriate to come over. Draco proceeded to owl you back.
‘Now. The Greengrasses will come in twenty minutes.
~ Draco Malfoy’
You apparated to Draco’s Room surprising him. “You’re here.” Draco breathed. “Are you sure you want to do this Draco?” You ask him, wanting him to approve his choice. “I am.” Draco pulled you closer by your waist placing his lips on yours, a small gap in the door.
Draco left the door open on purpose, but that wasn’t on his mind, it was your lips, hips, body. You kissed Draco back, removing the top pieces of clothing, unbuttoning his shirt. This all happened so quickly, and oh you two were adoring this moment. “You know I thought about you in that tight dress of yours, pleasuring myself.” Draco whispered. You whimper, as Draco pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress.
Standing in the eye of the storm
Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth
I am not afraid anymore
I want what you got in store
I’m ready to feed now, get in your seat now
The cold air of the room hits your body, letting the dress fall to the floor, revealing a white lace bra with panties. Draco caressed your skin, his hands moving everywhere on your body. “I just want to rip this off your body and pound into your tight pussy.” Draco groaned. “Please.” You beg. The sensation the two of you were feeling was something like never before, it had more passion into it, a sense of excitement, and lust.
Draco unbuckled his belt, removing his jeans. Draco kissed you while removing your bra, grabbing your mounds and squeezing them. “Oh Draco.” You whisper silently. Draco moved his bed covers to the side and pushed you down onto his bed, still kissing your lips. Draco was desperate to feel your walls around his member. He wanted you. Only you.
And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
‘Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no
You pulled down his boxers as his cock was throbbing needing a sense of touch. You grabbed his member and squeezed it, rubbing it up and down, Draco giving of groans of pleasure. “I need you inside me Draco.” You look at Draco with angelic eyes. “With pleasure.” Draco pinned you down, taking off your white, lace panty. Draco’s tip was at your entrance, Draco slowly inserted himself into your warm, tight walls. The both of you moaned loudly, this was finally happening your fantasies becoming reality.
I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure
Draco began to pump in and out slowly, taking his time. “Hmm, bet Astoria doesn’t look as daunting as me underneath you while you pound my pussy senseless.” You moan, “Oh she doesn’t even compare.” Draco grunted going faster. You moaned every time he moved his hips, going deeper each time he slammed into you, scratching his back gripping onto Draco for dear life.
“Go faster Draco. Fuck you’re tearing me apart with your huge cock.” You gasp. Draco hit your g-spot giving you immense pleasure. “Oh shit.” Draco grunted. You grabbed Draco’s shoulders, pushed him down on the bed and began riding him. Bouncing up and down, your breasts delicately bouncing. Draco’s dick penetrating your pussy deeper. Astoria wasn’t even here, yet the two of you kept doing not caring about the plan. The two of you focused on each other and pleasure.
“Bounce faster on my cock Y/N. Oh yeah.” Draco clutched your waist, bucking his hips. “Draco, I can’t hold on anymore I need to come.” You say bouncing faster and harder. “Let’s cum together.” Draco grunted. “B-But what about Astoria.” You stutter unable to speak. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Draco told you. You leaned down to Draco to kiss him. “I’m gonna cum. I can’t go on any longer.” You bounce slower, you’re legs getting numb each second. Draco held your waist and thrusted into you inhumanly rapid. You held onto Draco’s shoulders, your nails burying into his skin, your eyes saw stars.
“Oh fuck. Holy-, ah! Draco. Draco! Draco!” You yelled, bucking your hips. “Y/N!” Draco grunted his cock began to throb while emptying a warm, think load of cum oozing into you, some leaking out as Draco started to pump in and out slowly.
“What in Merlin’s name?!” Astoria screamed, finally catching you and Draco in the act. You grabbed Draco’s blanket covers to cover you and Draco. You quickly got off Draco and sat right beside him. Astoria’s parents along with Draco’s came right behind a crying Astoria. They were all stunned, speechless, Draco didn’t care nor did you. Lucius stepped forwards and growled, “Who are you?!”
It was time to help Draco, “I’m Y/N L/N. Ministry of Magic worker and Draco’s co worker. Former Hogwarts student that was a Gryffindor. And to add on I’m a muggleborn.”
They all gasp, “Draco. Why did you do this?” Narcissa asked, stunned that her son committed adultery not by the fact you were muggleborn. “With a mudblood!” Lucius spat. Astoria’s parents scowled at the two of you, Astoria’s sobs were heard in the background. “I’m sorry Lucius, but I’ll have to call the marriage off, this is unacceptable and we don’t tolerate this.” Mister Greengrass spoke.
Draco’s plan succeeded and ended the bethrothal for good. Draco looked at you and gave you a kiss, “I did it because I never loved Astoria, I love someone else.” You smiled, Narcissa looked at the two of you with a small grin (with some disgust at the encounter), pushing a furious Lucius out the door and closing it. You and Draco heard the discussion about Draco’s arrangement, “It worked. Just in time.” You sigh. “It did.” Draco held you. “You cheated on Astoria Greengrass.” You mutter. “And I got you.” Draco pecked your forehead. “You did.” You gleamed, resting your head on his chest.
“I’ve got to say that I think I’m way more jaw dropping than Astoria Greengrass.” You implied, Draco began to chuckle at your egotistical self.
Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, bet you play to win, heaven gonna hate me