Where the Lights Cannot Reach

There was a thick silence when she finally spun around, the air alight with the unspoken thing between them. The swell of her breasts were plainly visible from this angle, sending his blood rushing south.

“Malfoy, I—" She swallowed, her chest rising on the inhale. “I know what you really do.”
*
In the darkness that is post-war Britain, Draco Malfoy finds a surprising reason to survive.