Dramione 💚 "you don't have to do this"
“You don’t have to do this,” Hermione said. Draco just gave her a tired look as he signed the consent forms. The Muggle nurse cooed over his perfect penmanship and Hermione wanted to smack the daft bint; writing with quills didn’t have a lot to recommend it, but it did give you good handwriting. It didn’t mean she liked him. It didn’t mean she didn’t resent everything about this day.
“We’ve been over this,” he said. “Unless you’d rather die than be part Death Eater.”
She knew that was a taunt, and she set her lips in a tight line as she signed her own paperwork.
What a world, where Draco Malfoy was her only bone marrow match. What a world, where she’d owe him her life.











