Draco Malfoy is forty-three, married, and your university’s Potions professor. You’re twenty-two and somehow his favorite distraction. You really should’ve read the syllabus more carefully.
Pansy was tired of Draco acting like Merlin’s gift to wizardkind and decided he needed humbling. A little Amortentia in a cookie should do the trick. She just didn’t expect him to become completely obsessed with you.
The war had been over for three years when the Ministry placed Draco Malfoy on parole. His first condition was simple: report to his assigned sponsor. Unfortunately for both of you, that sponsor was you.
You made the mistake of laughing when Pansy said Draco Malfoy was impossible to fluster. What starts as a harmless party dare quickly turns into a game of flirtation, tension, and trying to make the famously composed Malfoy crack. The problem is, Draco knows exactly what you’re doing. And he’s having far too much fun letting you try.
Draco Malfoy has never been one for religion. But after a few drinks, he seems to have found something worth worshipping. You. [Inspired by ⁞ Church by Chase Atlantic]