It’s not going to be a big deal unless we keep making it a big deal.
Right. Which it totally isn’t.
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It’s not going to be a big deal unless we keep making it a big deal.
Right. Which it totally isn’t.
Tom Felton and Emma Watson in Harry Potter 20th Anniversary: Return to Hogwarts
same scene, different font
Kingdom Come
Collab with @jaxx-in-a-box
Chapter Eight - Fornax
Summary:
The fate of the realm hangs in the balance as King Draco battles for dominion over the Sacred Kingdoms with his new Queen, Lady Hermione, at his side. Forced to set aside her idealistic beliefs, she must embrace a reality where order and chaos reign in equal measure.
Hermione craves peace, yet she is destined for war.
Preview:
Midnight alarms startle Hermione awake.
She is halfway out of bed when the doors to her chambers rattle then burst open. Led by Harry and Wood, palace guards pour into the room. Suited for battle and wands drawn, their eyes are focused on the ceiling as they search everything.
"What is the meaning of this?" she asks.
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Measure of a Man by @inadaze22
"Are you the sun?" he asked hours later when they were alone. His hand travelled a familiar course up and down her back while she battled between grounding herself and flying away. "Or are you the moon? "Neither. I'm Earth." Too tired to do anything more, Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed with the rhythm of his heart in her ear and the slow rise and fall of his chest under the palm of her aching hand. "Who are you?" "The moon." Untouchable to the lonely sun, but locked in an orbital dance with Earth. Held at arm's length by gravity.
from Chapter 31: The Passenger Seat
“Anyone but me…” he murmurs, searching her gaze, “right, Granger?” She smells the familiar mint on his breath — clinically strong. “Right.” she breathes.
And that’s the thing about illicit affairs...