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Finding You In Solitude: Chapter 38 Updated!
Finding You In Solitude by LilithShade - E, 38 Chapters (WIP), Words: 137,570
SUMMARY:
After the trauma of the War Hermione Granger return's to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to conclude her education. Though with her friends unwillingness to address the past she finds herself thrust into isolation. She would never have expected to find a spark in that darkness, or that solidarity could be born from her solitude.
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She crossed the common room – ignoring the all too knowing looks from Harry and Neville as she passed them by the fireplace – and made her way back to Draco's door. With a whispered password she opened the door and stepped into his room. The wizard must have been engrossed in a particularly enthralling section of the translation, for he did not so much as raise his head to look at her as she closed his bedroom door behind her.
This, right here, was the man's most endearing quality she decided. The way he lost himself in the pursuit of knowledge. She had come to recognise his tells – when he found an Arithmancy equation particularly challenging or when hyperfocused on a brew – his normally rigid facade gave way by an increment, as if his brain were too occupied to maintain the mask. Her eyes wandered over his body, from the small crease between his brows, to the bouncing of one knee. The way he twirled his wand absently in his long fingers, his lips moving ever so slightly with the utterance of silent syllables as he read.
She closed the distance between herself and his bed, taking a seat on the mattress by his side. He stilled instantly, his eyes snapping up to meet her own.
"Granger," he breathed, voice hoarse from disuse. She must have been gone longer than she had first thought. "You're back."
"That I am," she replied.
He thrust the parchment he held in her direction. "Look at this."
As she took the parchment from his hands, he shifted closer to her atop the mattress. One arm snaked around her back to hold her at the waist as he leant past her shoulder to point out a particular section of his notes. The parchment was nearly covered in various annotations, sections crossed out, others circled. Then, at the bottom of the parchment a line of his elegant script, recently underlined in ink that had yet to fully dry.
Soles bare, grounded to earth. Body, mind, spirit align.
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I just wanted to let y’all know I’ve not forgotten about The Nail’s Fall 2018/Winter 2019 Edition, it’s just taking longer than expected - I still have a decent pile to go through and add to the post with my reviews!
(For those who are new/don’t know, The Nail is my seasonal rec list and you can visit the linked page to read more about what I’m looking for in my rec’d stories. In the meantime, you can check out past recs via The Nail Master Post of Editions 😁)
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Finding You In Solitude: Chapter 37 Updated!
Finding You In Solitude by LilithShade - E, 37 Chapters (WIP), Words: 134,077
SUMMARY:
After the trauma of the War Hermione Granger return's to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to conclude her education. Though with her friends unwillingness to address the past she finds herself thrust into isolation. She would never have expected to find a spark in that darkness, or that solidarity could be born from her solitude.
EXCERPT:
"Granger, you need to calm down."
"Calm down?" she laughed, the humourless sound ripping from her lungs as her magic seared her skin. "Why the fuck should I calm down? That bitch, she will just keep getting away with it! Treat me like dirt and there's nothing I can do about it!"
"Granger," Draco repeated, his tone growing stern. "Stop."
She could hear the crackle of static now as her magic caused her hair to escape it's confines. "There's no equality, not really. It's all a farce. I'm the public symbol of Muggleborns and what the light supposedly overcame with this horrendous bloody war. But nothing has changed. Those who quietly supported that bastard and his elitist ideals, they're all still out there. Yes, some of them are in prison. The twisted ones who acted brazenly, those figureheads have been removed from the public eye. But they're still there, those who believe me unworthy of my magic, of my place in this society. They're still there, just behind closed doors, pulling the strings.
"Granger!"
So consumed by her ranting, Hermione had not noticed the way her magic had burst forth, lifting the heavy tables and chairs from their place on the stone floor. The furniture levitated ominously around them as she continued to pace, her hands threaded in her wild curls, tugging painfully against her scalp.
"Hermione!"
The sound of her name – not 'Granger' as he had always called her, but her given name – stunned her into silence, her incessant pacing coming to an abrupt halt. In an instant his hands were upon her, cradling her head as his body pushed firmly against hers causing her back to press into the cool stone wall. His lips slanted over hers as he claimed her mouth in a fierce, all consuming kiss.
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Finding You In Solitude: Chapter 34 Updated!
Finding You In Solitude by LilithShade - E, 34 Chapters (WIP), Words: 120,662
SUMMARY:
After the trauma of the War Hermione Granger return's to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to conclude her education. Though with her friends unwillingness to address the past she finds herself thrust into isolation. She would never have expected to find a spark in that darkness, or that solidarity could be born from her solitude.
EXCERPT:
"We only have two options," he stated. "We wait until my probation comes to an end in late May, or – and I hate to even ask this of you – you go to the Manor to see my mother."
Her body stiffened, her breath catching in her lungs as all consuming fear took hold. The mere mention of that place, the place where it had happened. The Manor. The drawing room. That cold, marble flooring she could still picture so vividly.
"Hey," Malfoy said softly, one hand coming up to apply a comforting pressure just below the hollow of her collarbone. "Breathe."
She did as he said, inhaling a sharp, wavering breath. She exhaled slowly and focused on returning her breaths to an even pace. In and out.
"I'm sorry I mentioned it," he said once her breathing had returned to normal and her body relaxed in his hold. "Just forget it, it's a horrible idea. You shouldn't have to go back there."
"No," she replied quickly. "I have to. There isn't any other way. We need these answers, we can't wait. Someone went to great lengths to hide this scroll and the knowledge it contains. We need to know why. We can't trust someone else with this information, not yet. Not until we know what it is. No, we can't wait months, not when the answers we've been searching for might be within our grasp."
"Bloody Gryffindors and their Salazar be damned bravery," Malfoy said, shifting her in his arms so that she could turn and face him.
He cupped her cheek in one hand and tenderly guided her face up to meet his, with a slight tilt of his head he slanted his lips over hers. Hermione hummed softly against his lips as she pressed up into the kiss. Without breaking his lips away from hers, Malfoy reached behind him and fumbled blindly for his wand. Finding it, he cast a swift series of silent charms, the various scrolls and textbooks open on his bed hastily closed and levitated to his desk. Tossing his wand aside, the wizard returned his full attention to her, guiding her backwards until she lay on his plush mattress.
His lips left hers as he shifted atop her, his knee sliding between her own, causing her legs to part slightly. His mouth finding the column of her neck, he kissed and sucked a path to her pulse point. Eyelids fluttering closed, a soft moan fell from her parted lips as her hands flew upward, grasping for purchase against his body. She could feel the taut muscles of his back, strained by the effort of holding his body off hers as he propped himself up on his elbows.
Her hands caressed a path upward, fingers threading through his hair. Tilting her to head further to one side, Hermione deepened their kiss, arousal coursing through her and settling low in her belly as he responded in kind.
"Draco," she moaned breathily as he pulled his lips from hers.
A low grumble escaped his throat as his eyes fell closed, brows pinching before he shifted forward to rest his forehead against hers.
"You have no idea what that does to me, to hear my name on your lips," he whispered huskily.
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Finding You In Solitude: Chapter 35 Updated!
Finding You In Solitude by LilithShade - E, 35 Chapters (WIP), Words: 126,842
SUMMARY:
After the trauma of the War Hermione Granger return's to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to conclude her education. Though with her friends unwillingness to address the past she finds herself thrust into isolation. She would never have expected to find a spark in that darkness, or that solidarity could be born from her solitude.
EXCERPT:
"Ya fuckin' bitch!" he exclaimed, reaching for his wand. "Ya gonna regret that, ya filth-"
"That will be enough, Mr Dirk. I will not abide by such language in my home."
Hermione – her hand having flown to her own wand – turned to the where the voice had come. Narcissa Malfoy stood beneath a large, marble archway that she could only assume was the foyer's exit.
"But, that-"
"I said, that will be enough," the Malfoy Matriarch repeated, her tone deceptively controlled, yet leaving no room for argument. "My husband may have permitted the use of such vile speech. However, as he is no longer in residence, I am under no further obligation to tolerate such diatribe."
Hermione felt her wand arm fall to her side, as her mouth drooped in awe. She knew very little of the witch before her, Hermione realised, outside of what Harry had informed her from her trial and the small glimpses Malfoy had provided into his life before the war. Now, in her presence, it was undeniable that Narcissa Malfoy was a formidable force in her own right.
"Now, Miss Granger," said Mrs Malfoy, turning her attention away from Dirk as if he was no longer of consequence to her. "The ministry has informed me that I am to permit you entry into the Manor's library. You are here, I believe, to retrieve the Black family Grimoire."
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