Chapter 42: Advice

Damien peered at the little princess in his arms, his lips curled into a smirk.

Hermione lifted her gaze, drinking in his appearance.

He was towering above her, his face leaning closer where she could take a close view. He was perfectly structured. With prominent cheekbones, sharp jawlines, full lips, and dark wavy hair, he seemed like a Greek god with that cunning smirk on his lips. His eyes were staring into hers, lustfully.

Hermione cleared her throat. She lowered her gaze, attempting to get away from him but he wouldn't even let her. His arms were firm against her waist and she could feel something below, hitting her.

Damien brought his other hand to her face. He began to caress her cheeks.

"What are you doing here, Hermione?" He inquired with a sly grin.