A bet, a wanted witch, and a magical contract land Draco in a most unexpected situation. Can his Slytherin soul survive intact or will he succumb to one redheaded witch in bondage? Snarky humor, romance, and a pinch of angst. “I don’t want it. I didn’t order it. Now leave me the fuck alone.” He slammed the door closed. Only it didn’t close due to the enormous boot wedged into its threshold. One loud grunt later and it flung back open, almost hitting him in the face. Draco reflexively leaned back, and that’s when she was thrust into his unsuspecting arms.Category: Works in Progress
Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, but the holidays threw me for a loop. I’m back on my feet and writing again. Not sure how this formatting will look on the new site but hope it’s okay. Thanks for reading and all the wonderful reviews! - fallenwitch