Hannah 𓍝

Books, Harry potter, Marvel and all that cool shiz | Dramione fanfic addiction really shows :) | Current read: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

[hannsicle]

When the world felt dark and scary, love could whisk you off to go dancing; laughter could take some of the pain away; beauty could punch holes in your fear.

Beach Read, Emily Henry

[bedtmestories]

I think once people know the truth they will be much more interested in my wife.

Evelyn Hugo.

[hannsicle]

I will never stop thinking about them

[hannsicle]

"I wish you weren't the villain of my story." I whispered. His gentle hand caressed my cheek, "People like us don't get...

Sneak peak prologue of my Draco fic is out!! <3

[enselius]

His Amortentia

[hannsicle]

Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.

The Love Hypothesis

[hannsicle]

Dramione 🕰

art creds: @incendiosketches on instagram ❤️

[hannsicle]

Ron: Every girl wants to be a princess and have a prince save her

Hermione: Why should I want a prince when I have a King that treats me like the Queen I am.

Dramione: *High Fives*

Theo: Why can't we be like that?

Pansy: Because you're a peasant

[hannsicle]

People who don’t ship Dramione because ‘Draco was mean’ Clearly don’t understand that in order to have enemies to lovers...people need to be enemies.

[femmeecrivain]

The sweet paralysis was coming over him again, of not wanting to move, of lightness in his veins, of limbs feeling weightless and eyelids feeling heavy. He wanted to put his chin where her neck met her shoulder and just stand there. He wanted to say things in her ear and feel her shiver against him. He wanted to linger here, being stupid about kiwi, for an age or two. He wanted to float.

It was the wine, certainly. And the artichokes.

They moved to the next roses, small wild things that grew in bunches and smelled like vetiver. Granger asked if she might pick one. Draco did so for her; it seemed ungentlemanly not to. And he gave it to her, his arm wrapped around her from behind, and their fingertips touched, and that was as close as they could get – touching fingertips over a rose.

She looked over her shoulder at him to say thank you, and their eyes met, and hers were dark and curious and his were light and keen, and it was universes colliding. It was all of those contrapositions of Light and Dark and Muggle-born and Pure-blood and Order and Death Eater and terrible incompatibility after terrible incompatibility. The violent polarities that made them who they were.

They fell into each other a bit, in that moment of collision, a bit drunk, a bit soul-tangled.

She slid the rose into her hair and turned away.

from Chapter 17 of Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by isthisselfcare.

Art commissioned from makiblue_art - Check her out on Instagram! 

[stasinox]

I would die for a ballet dramione fanfic!

(if you have some don't be shy to leave recommendations !)

this art was made by @sketchesanmin (on IG) !!

[hannsicle]

Beautiful 💞

[irinakulishart]

Draco and Hermione

Rebranding art

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Amazing 😍

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It’s giving dramione vibes

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Dramione song <3

White Blood - Oh wonder : Officially naming this the Dramione song

“I'm ready to fall, so tired of it all.  Down deep in a hole, can't do it alone“

[hannsicle]

I’m terrified of everything, as you can see. So, instead of telling you that truth, I will tell you another truth. A truth that, I think, will be best for you. A truth that will take me out of the equation, but will make its result better. Because I’m starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole.

The Love Hypothesis

[hannsicle]

I wish you could see yourself the way I see you

Adam, The Love Hypothesis

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@upthehillart

I can imagine them walking down the halls to Arctic Monkeys

[elivrayn]