Evangeline looked around the large hotel room, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. She was nervous and completely out of her element. Here she was in the middle of New York City after months of being in a secluded Safe House. It made her stomach turn a little. "Where's your father?" she asked out of curiosity, raising her eyebrows. Glancing over at Hugo, she noted how it looked like there was no color in the man's face. "Everything okay?" she asked, tilting her head to the side.
Hugo was pacing, his hand over his mouth as he tried to process everything. "Voldemort is inviting me to the Manor," he murmured, and the tone of his voice showed that he was well aware of the fact that he might not leave the Manor alive. After all, mudbloods are supposed to be disposable. "He must know something. Why else would he bring me there? I don't do anything to grab attention. Not in the past few months. I keep my distance when she is with him, and I keep out of trouble in public..."
Beth screamed out in pleasure as he thrust inside of her, her nails biting into the flesh of his back. "Draco! Oh! Ah...." she hissed, moving down to bite his shoulder. Her hips tried to move and thrust upward, but her strength was no match for his. Soon, she was letting whines of frustration in order to get some sort of release. "You're teasing me, and I don't like it," she whined, but she did like it. Oh, she love it when he took charge.
Hugo was pacing, his hand over his mouth as he tried to process everything. "Voldemort is inviting me to the Manor," he murmured, and the tone of his voice showed that he was well aware of the fact that he might not leave the Manor alive. After all, mudbloods are supposed to be disposable. "He must know something. Why else would he bring me there? I don't do anything to grab attention. Not in the past few months. I keep my distance when she is with him, and I keep out of trouble in public..."
Beth screamed out in pleasure as he thrust inside of her, her nails biting into the flesh of his back. "Draco! Oh! Ah...." she hissed, moving down to bite his shoulder. Her hips tried to move and thrust upward, but her strength was no match for his. Soon, she was letting whines of frustration in order to get some sort of release. "You're teasing me, and I don't like it," she whined, but she did like it. Oh, she love it when he took charge.