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“I disagree.”

“Do you really, George?”

He had been pushing her buttons all morning, taking more delight in playing devil’s advocate than usual. As a matter of fact, that blasted finger of his hovered over a button right now, tracing its edge like it were a lover, and not the last barrier between Hermione and her wand.

“Absolutely. The bloke’s full of horseshit.”

The sigh that left her was nothing short of scornful, drawing a string of chuckles out of George. His fingers wrapped around hers, tracing circles on the back of her hand.

“Sorry – I really missed you.”

“Mhm.”

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The shutter stuttered, clicking a picture. Hermione pulled her knees closer to her chest, giving Crookshanks ample space to curl up beneath them now that he was done sunbathing in the dying rays. In the distance, Fred’s waterlogged shrieks were drowned out by whooshing waves and George’s guffaws. 

To her right, the towel rustled. Ginny laid her head on Hermione’s shoulder, shuffling closer. She was warm, like Hermione’s chest.

“You’re always at the Burrow nowadays.”

Smiling, Hermione hummed.

“You really love them that much?”

“Perhaps I just enjoy spending time with you lot.”

“I’m not an idiot, Hermione.”

“I know.”

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Bracketed between them, Hermione felt small. Sofa cushions swallowed her whole, soft enough for gravity to draw them into her – twin bodies, twin warmths. The arms slung around her shoulders and waist were identical, but the owners’ smiles were not.

George’s was softer, lips curled just so; Fred’s was broad and wicked, all teeth and gums. Her own wobbled, matching the tremor in her stomach. 

It rained outside the Burrow, muffling their conversation. Uncharacteristically, it didn’t calm her fidgeting hands – not with them so close. Not with Ginny’s curious gaze flickering between them. 

Hermione’s eyes met hers; they glittered knowingly.

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A fragrant breeze caressed the grass stalks around them, carrying a scent of wildflowers and pollen. The sun’s lazy heat swathed her, flushing her skin.

Scraped knees knocked together, Hermione’s and Fred’s. Twin books lay in their laps. Fred was nose-deep in his copy, squinting his eyes and nibbling on his bottom lip.

She shouldn’t have found it as endearing as she did. He was Ron’s brother, after all, and she was only helping him revise. Nothing more, nothing less.

His arm grazed her shoulder, setting it ablaze with a buzzing touch, jump-starting her heart.

Again, he was Ron’s brother.

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Hermione’s shoulders tingled under his heavy arm. Michael Myers’ theme blasted throughout the cinema, and Fred pushed his cowboy hat up in rapt attention. The cheap costume did him no favours in the daylight, but here, in the shadowed seats …

Things were different. 

Fred’s freckled nose crinkled, his squeak whistling past Hermione’s ears in tandem with a jump scare, eliciting a flurry of giggles from her. He sounded so … goofy. Like a scared hedgehog.

“… Fred?”

“Hermione?”

Her chest warmed, goopy and soft around stuttered breaths. 

“I think I’ve become alarmingly fond of ordinary things with you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

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Her watch wasn’t between the cushions, nor buried in a coat pocket. Not under their bed, nor table. She’d checked. Twice.

By the sly smirk playing on his lips, Fred, however, knew where to look.

Still, pride strung her tight given she'd vowed at least a day’s silence after his latest prank. 

Inhale. Exhale. 

Fred giggled.

Inhale. Exhale.

Hermione resigned. “Fine.”

“Finally!”

A battalion of kisses littered her face, and she sighed fondly, stepping begrudgingly into his embrace.

“D'you know where –”

There was a bump in his pocket. She reached in, palming … her watch.

“Fred, you conniving, scheming bastard!”

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Hermione did not find Fred attractive. Not with his doltish grin and cinnamon eyes. She hated his shaggy hair and how his uniform had never seen an iron. She despised the sparks crackling around his fingertips whenever he’d plummet into some mischief. She abhorred him, actually.

Especially now, watching him hang upside down from a branch, a rescued Crookshanks in his arms. His shirt had ridden up his stomach, skimming over the freckles dotting his lean chest. 

An insufferable smile split his face in two. He nodded at her cheeks. “Love that shade of red, ‘Mione.”

Really, he was revolting.

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UPDATED! CHAPTER 4 of [Swan Song] by @belladxxnna

25K words│COMPLETED│NSFW AHEAD

CHAPTER SNIPPET: There was no beating around the bush. No waiting, nor preparing – or even hesitating. Tom needed her. Here and now. Arousal shot through his veins. Like a starved beast, he savoured her, kissing and lapping at her inner thighs, burying his teeth in their meat, canines inching upwards. He could feel her skin prickle beneath the pads of his fingers, could smell her glistening slick as he ghosted his way to her aching sex. His heart hammered. It banged against the bars of his ribs. Strummed his lungs. Clipped his breath. She stirred something hideously hedonistic in him. Tom needed to devour her – to breed her – to wrap his fist around her hair and impale her on his cock. He’d keep her like that, needy and full and entirely, irrevocably his. Tom would fuck her on that rat’s grave. Bury himself deep inside her hot cunt. Pound her into mud and ash. Besmear her skin with the blood on his hands. He plunged in, and she was opium on his tongue.

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UPDATED! CHAPTER 3 of [Swan Song] by @belladxxnna

11k words│WIP│Pre-Written; Updates every Sunday!

CHAPTER SNIPPET: His skin prickled with every revealed patch of skin – although he couldn’t tell if it was from the chill or the sweltering heat between them as he ran his tongue up the curve of her neck, greedily swallowing every bead of blood. And as Tom pressed himself closer – impervious to her hisses, deaf to everything but her thrilled cries – his chest seized with panic. Because it was not enough. Not anywhere near enough. He needed more. Her flavour needed to be richer. Closer. Deeper. He could feast on every moan and still be ravenous. Not until she was devoured – whole, tainted – would he be close enough for the hunger to still.

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Swan Song by @belladxxnna

11k words│WIP│Pre-Written; Updates every Sunday!

Once a year on an uncharted island, the pure-blood elite convene within Malfoy’s garish halls – a congregation of ancient names draped in silk and sin. They call it tradition – Beltane – though its rites reek of vanity and decay.

For Tom Marvolo Riddle, the invitation was no indulgence but an opening gambit. Beneath perfumed rot lay what he sought – Salazar Slytherin’s locket, wrested from his inheritance by a vixen’s hands.

He came to reclaim a relic.

However, when her eyes met his – dark, bold, and edged with secrecy – Tom found himself ensnared in something far more deadly than he had ever anticipated. As the first of many bodies dropped, he knew he would have to find the killer before time ran out – or become the next name on their list.

[NOIR] [THRILLER] [MURDER MYSTERY] [UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY]

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A Tail of Two Cats

Rating: T

Mrs Norris had never thought it was possible for a cat as lovely as Crookshanks to exist.

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Ravenous: Chapter 8 "An Object in Motion"

rating: E | wip

"Tom Riddle exuded charm, bewitching those around him with languid proficiency. His every action, every word, and every breath was practised to perfection. The swoop of his hair, the smooth, lulling laughter—every detail he unveiled was arduously manicured to cater to those around him. Even his posture was synthetically straight. It infuriated her. His fictitious kindness. His fabricated, forged, fraudulent hoax of an act—

She let out a turbulent exhale, pinching the bridge of her nose."

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Ravenous: Chapter 7 "The Viper's Court"

rating: E | wip

"The hushed murmurs of the student body were nothing but distant static to her ears. Hermione’s bones shuddered, her body prickling. She couldn’t feel the seat below her, couldn’t feel her legs. Numbness weaved itself between her every tissue.

He was watching.

He must be."

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A small teaser for chapter 7 of Ravenous

"Her skin tingled, burning where she felt his scalding stare on her. Hermione’s fists tightened around the coarse fabric of her robes, hidden beneath the table.

He was still watching, staring, pinning her down as if she was his delicate little insect. The witch could feel his eyes on her skin, her throat, her body, her soul."

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Hermione Granger's moodboard in Ravenous

27k words│WIP│@belladxxnna

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Ravenous by @belladxxnna

27k words│WIP

When Hermione was sixteen, she was convinced that her quick wit and competence would be enough to bring safety to those who couldn’t fight for it themselves.

Now, she couldn’t guarantee it for herself.

With her hope ground into dust after Lord Voldemort's defeat, Hermione found herself decades in the past, hell-bent on preventing the devastation looming over the wizarding world.

When her enemies become her allies and her uncompromising righteousness is challenged, Hermione is left walking on the tightrope between redemption and damnation.

Hermione’s jaws throbbed, locked tight as her teeth ground together. Tension coiled in her shoulders, flesh turning rigid to the touch. Her nails dug into her palm, wand scraping harshly against battered callouses. A distinct, phantom crackle of lightning ignited beneath her skin. She could shred him. Hermione could force his mouth open, wedge her wand between his rotten teeth, stare into the soulless slits of his eyes and cleave him open from the inside. Gut him like the pig he was—She caught sight of herself in the mirror. (And she would bloody enjoy it.)

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