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I know you care I see it in the way you stare As if there was trouble ahead and you knew it I'll be saving myself from the ruin

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"You're attracted to me, to my brilliance. You appreciate the fact that I can work for something that I want. Above all, you want a man who will place his hand far too low on your back, even when you scold him. You want a man who can appreciate a beautiful young woman in a black dress and heels.

"Well, you're attracted to my brilliance, you appreciate—but fear—the fact that I see through your bullshit charm and wit, and above all, you want a woman who will never make it easy for you. You want a woman who will never follow your directions," Hermione retorted hotly, pushing away from Tom. For once, he looked genuinely surprised.

"You're getting quite good at this, Hermione, go on," he goaded, walking towards her until the bed hit the back of her knees. Hermione tottered on her feet as she tried to avoid falling backwards. Feeling reckless, and perhaps a bit pleased at her victory, Hermione pushed at Tom's chest, forcing him to step backwards. She had anticipated that he might grasp her wrists, but instead his beautiful lips curved into that grin that she so relished as he allowed her to push him back—slightly. A lock of bushy hair had fallen free from her chignon and fell in her face as she pushed on Tom's chest, forcing him to back into the gleaming mahogany desk. It had a radio and a black telephone on it, with a large, gilded mirror behind it. She saw their reflection: Tom's svelte shoulders, his tie tossed casually over them, and her mussed hair and red cheeks and lips. Warmth rippled through her as she looked up at Tom.

Their eyes met, and Hermione knew this was the end of the rope. She should have been more upset about it, but as Tom was giving her a dar, seductive look, she could not find it in herself to care. It was time to stop pretending, simply because she could not pretend any longer. The funny thing was, neither could he.

- excerpt from Bad Romance

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"You're staring again."  She knows this without even looking up; she can feel his dark gaze searching her face for answers as it has done for the past three months. "Can you blame me?" His voice is soft and sibilant, low with meaning and so very inviting, like honey and tea on a chilly winters day. Somehow whenever he opens his mouth, she half-expects the high cold voice that she has learned to fear and it never fails to rattle her that someone so heartbreakingly beautiful could have mutated into the nightmare that hung on the edges of the Wizarding World's collective consciousness. "No, I suppose not," she admits quietly, her eyes still trained on the book in front of her, even though she has not been able to concentrate on it with the full force of his attention on her. But she will not look up. "You arrive here, Miss Gray, with more fanfare than should be expected for a transfer student. Battered, bruised and bleeding on the grounds the day before school starts. Dumbledore's obvious favour alone makes you quite a bit more than interesting, I would say. Your spellwork is second only to mine and your disdain for near everything I do makes me wonder what I ever did to offend you so. Have I ever been less than cordial to you?" She says nothing. Her lips press together, tightening slightly in a way that he does not miss. Reading her is so difficult; she is as evasive as the wind. Every time he thinks he has her figured out, she shifts and he is thrown again. It's as though she doesn't want him to unravel the mystery that is Hermione Gray and, of course, that makes him want it even more. She is utterly unique, unafraid to speak her mind and her mind was something any witch or wizard would be proud to have. She cares little for gossip or other girlish pursuits, seeking out solitude in the same way he does. "Or perhaps I'm being far too sensitive about this," he muses aloud. "Although I can't say that I really enjoy the frosty treatment you've been giving me since September. I'm only human."  She bites back a laugh. It sits in her throat bitter and caustic, the thought of how inhumane he would come to be.- excerpt from this downward motion

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Fanmix Collaboration → Chelsea & Perla

01. Promise | Ben Howard  02. Reasons to Love You | Meiko 03. Glad You Came | The Wanted 04. The Operation | Charlotte Gainsbourg  05. Bronte | Gotye  06. Dead Hearts | Stars  07. My Love | Sia  08. A Message | Coldplay  09. Can't Help Falling in Love with You | Ingrid Michaelson 10. Fire and Rain | Birdy 

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★ AU Meme → Harry Potter/Hermione Granger - Harry is a detective in the 1700s, who is engaged to Hermione and dies a sudden death the day before their wedding. He tries to solve the mystery of Hermione's death, but while on this journey he's haunted by her dead spirit.