There are many reasons for Hermione Granger to keep her eyes shut and Draco Malfoy is all of them.
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There are many reasons for Hermione Granger to keep her eyes shut and Draco Malfoy is all of them.
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Read it here!
Hi, i’m back with a Dramione meme. Hope you like it.
“You don't realize what power you have”
Hermione’s heartbeat lives on the surface of her skin now: buzzing, prickling, pumping. Each inhale warms her chest. Her bones melting.
And Draco Malfoy’s head has tilted, leaned against her thigh as his own heavy breathing washes over parts of her she’d had almost no intention of ever letting him near again.
Her limbs are slack and she can’t seem to muster the energy required to move them, to preserve a modesty she can’t pretend to have anymore.
Pretend.
It had been nice. She fell into it easily because there’s something so intoxicating—more so than the liquor, she thinks, though the liquor probably played its own part—about the way it feels to not be so alone anymore.
Whatever this is, she and Draco are in it together, and that solidarity pulls her in like a siren at sea.
Chapter Nineteen is available to read on AO3!
"It feels like no time has passed, and loads of time has passed."
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yes I know I can be wrong baby I’m too headstrong our love is…m a d n e s s(x)
Lady Hermione Malfoy née Granger and her daughter Cassiopeia Malfoy;
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She looks at Malfoy again with less fascination now, and he seems to notice her stare because he turns and his grey eyes lock with hers. Pureblood. Muggle-born. Somehow, she feels like he knows it instantly, that he can see it in her face, that in a world built upon lineage hierarchies that span centuries with a society woven of sociopolitical connections, that she does not belong.
She lifts her chin and refuses to drop her eyes or look away. Whoever this Malfoy may be, he isn’t going to make her feel small.
One second. Two. Three. Four. He doesn’t break eye contact and neither will she.
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excerpt from let the dark in by @senlinyu / @senlinyuwrites
„Have you seen my… nevermind.“
In which they’d like to hold on to each other’s clothes.
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Granger’s head lands against his chest and it steals his ability to breathe.
“I thought you were gone. I thought you were gone. I thought you were gone.” She repeats herself against his shirt. He feels filthy. He must smell, but she keeps burrowing her face into his chest. He holds her so tight he wonders if he might do damage.
How can he not do damage, being who he is?
Chapter thirteen is available on AO3!
Early risers.
She wants more touch and she knows she shouldn’t. She wants more than hands on wrists and bandages on thighs. She craves touch like she’s never known before. It’s growing, only getting worse, the pulse of want in her knickers. Part of her wonders if she just needs to take care of it herself, snake her hand beneath her panties and indulge in the stress relief of acknowledging her own needs. She nearly does it, hand hovering over her stomach, when she hears him breath a quiet fuck, almost inaudible, from his cot beside her.
She holds her breath.
Counts to ten.
Releases it.
Then engages in an act of self-destruction.
Oops, I slipped and posted another chapter because I have no self control. Chapter eight is available on AO3!
“'Anyway—Harry,’ said the giant, turning his back on the Dursley’s, ‘a very happy birthday to yeh. Got summit fer yeh here—I might sat on it at some point, but it’ll taste all right.’
⚡️ From an inside pocket of his black overcast he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written on it in green icing.
⚡️ Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to say thank you, but the words got lost on the way to his mount, and what he said instead was, ‘Who are you?’”
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“I just… I just need you to understand,” muttered Draco hesitantly, pulling in a deep breath. And then he began. “I’m never going to be a man who tells you how lucky I am to have you, even though I know I am. I’m never going to be a man who tells you that you’re beautiful everyday, even though you are. And I’m never going to be a man who tells you I love you everyday, even though I do. And I really do, Granger.” (x)
Between Certifiable and Bliss: Chapter 12
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“Why do I find it so attractive that you wear rings?”
“I’ve no idea.”
She narrowed her eyes at the hand he had wrapped around a glass.
“I think it’s because it makes me look at your fingers.”
“Go on.”
She continued to stare at his hand and seemed unable to pontificate further on the matter. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Is this an ‘actions over words’ situation? Do you want to go somewhere and explore this epiphany of yours?”
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You must be Miss Granger. Yes, Draco has told me all about you.