As the day passed with time spent between the Manor gardens, tea with his mother in her study, and the library, Draco couldn’t help but begin to worry. He’d accepted the bond, just as Phillipe instructed him to, but that hadn’t tamped Hermione’s persistent desire to have Draco fuck her six ways from Sunday. He was a more than willing participant, but the more the magic of the bond permeated that part of her, the more reckless they became. Draco could feel the effects on himself as well now, nearly forgetting a contraceptive charm that morning. 