TW: is it slightly NSFW? Maybe.
“Can I have one?” Daphne asked, a faint pink colouring her cheeks.
“A cigarette?” Hermione arched a brow.
“I—I’ve always wanted to try. Just once.”
TW: is it slightly NSFW? Maybe.
“Can I have one?” Daphne asked, a faint pink colouring her cheeks.
“A cigarette?” Hermione arched a brow.
“I—I’ve always wanted to try. Just once.”
“Draco, mate — you in here?” came a familiar voice, followed by frantic knocking.
“Fuck off, Theo.” Draco’s voice was hoarse. He never seemed to get a single moment of peace in his own bloody house.
“Draco, mate — you in here?” came a familiar voice, followed by frantic knocking.
“Fuck off, Theo.” Draco’s voice was hoarse. He never seemed to get a single moment of peace in his own bloody house.
The figure before her huffed a laugh — low, dark, and utterly devoid of humor.
“Really, Granger? You think this—thing—can hurt me more than a wand ever did?”
“Shut up, Malfoy.”
The figure before her huffed a laugh — low, dark, and utterly devoid of humor.
“Really, Granger? You think this—thing—can hurt me more than a wand ever did?”
“Shut up, Malfoy.”
“Come on, climb up!” Hermione called, already making her way up the cherry tree — because apparently, she now craved the freshest cherries the manor could offer. The muggle way.
“Those are very expensive shoes, darling,” Draco drawled from below.
“Come on, climb up!” Hermione called, already making her way up the cherry tree — because apparently, she now craved the freshest cherries the manor could offer. The muggle way.
“Those are very expensive shoes, darling,” Draco drawled from below.
She knew it would happen one day. Knew one of them would get hurt. She just hadn’t planned for how.
She’d never imagined it would be this brutal, this cruel. Especially coming from Harry. She never thought he’d strike someone in the back, not when they were vulnerable.
She knew it would happen one day. Knew one of them would get hurt. She just hadn’t planned for how.
She’d never imagined it would be this brutal, this cruel. Especially coming from Harry. She never thought he’d strike someone in the back, not when they were vulnerable.
TW: MCD, I’m sorry
“Do you remember the days we had to take the train to Hogwarts?” asked Draco.
“My first ride was pure magic,” Hermione murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. “But after that, the magic slowly turned to dread.”
“Me too,” he murmured. “Are you scared?”
TW: MCD, I’m sorry
“Do you remember the days we had to take the train to Hogwarts?” asked Draco.
“My first ride was pure magic,” Hermione murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. “But after that, the magic slowly turned to dread.”
“Me too,” he murmured. “Are you scared?”
It was their weekly movie night — something Hermione had dreamt of as a kid. Having enough girlfriends for weekly sleepovers, and a big enough apartment to host them all.
They were halfway through the film when the urge to confess became too strong.
Blame the wine.
“Girls?”
It was their weekly movie night — something Hermione had dreamt of as a kid. Having enough girlfriends for weekly sleepovers, and a big enough apartment to host them all.
They were halfway through the film when the urge to confess became too strong.
Blame the wine.
“Girls?”
Pansy realising that she can’t lie to herself anymore and that between “casual” hookups she did fell in love with Harry James Potter.
Pansy realising that she can’t lie to herself anymore and that between “casual” hookups she did fell in love with Harry James Potter.
TW: Angst (I warned you)
Hermione had never felt so anxious and happy at the same time as when she called Draco her husband — and he called her his wife.
They stood in the middle of the ballroom, stupidly smiling at one another as if no one else existed.
TW: Angst (I warned you)
Hermione had never felt so anxious and happy at the same time as when she called Draco her husband — and he called her his wife.
They stood in the middle of the ballroom, stupidly smiling at one another as if no one else existed.
“Did you give your mummy the little wrapped coin?”
The girl giggled. “I did!”
“You were such a big girl and didn’t touch it, huh?”
“Nope! Daddy said it would be very, very dangerous… and that a /dwagon/ might eat me if I did.”
“A dragon?”
“Huh-huh. Big /dwagon/.”
“Did you give your mummy the little wrapped coin?”
The girl giggled. “I did!”
“You were such a big girl and didn’t touch it, huh?”
“Nope! Daddy said it would be very, very dangerous… and that a /dwagon/ might eat me if I did.”
“A dragon?”
“Huh-huh. Big /dwagon/.”
“No, no, no — let me get this straight.”
Harry took a deep inhale, staring wide-eyed at her. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.” Hermione said matter-of-factly, eyeing a very red Ron, who looked seconds away from hyperventilating.
“No, no, no — let me get this straight.”
Harry took a deep inhale, staring wide-eyed at her. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes.” Hermione said matter-of-factly, eyeing a very red Ron, who looked seconds away from hyperventilating.
TW: slight NSFW
“Oh, darling — the children have grown so much, haven’t they?” Hermione’s voice was tearful as they stood in the floo parlour, waving goodbye to each of them as they returned to their own little families.
“We should have made more,” Draco said with a small smirk.
TW: slight NSFW
“Oh, darling — the children have grown so much, haven’t they?” Hermione’s voice was tearful as they stood in the floo parlour, waving goodbye to each of them as they returned to their own little families.
“We should have made more,” Draco said with a small smirk.
“Pansy,” someone whisper-shouted.
“Pansy, wake your arse up!” This someone was Theo, giving her shoulder a sharp tug.
“Bloody hell, Theo,” she groaned, clutching her head as a pounding headache bloomed behind her eyes.
“Shhhh! Trust me, this is worth it. Where’s your camera?”
“Pansy,” someone whisper-shouted.
“Pansy, wake your arse up!” This someone was Theo, giving her shoulder a sharp tug.
“Bloody hell, Theo,” she groaned, clutching her head as a pounding headache bloomed behind her eyes.
“Shhhh! Trust me, this is worth it. Where’s your camera?”
Hermione had devoured a thousand love stories—some ending in grand ceremonies, some in quiet whispered vows; some in immense joy, others in ruin; some in scandal, others in sweet resolution.
Hermione had devoured a thousand love stories—some ending in grand ceremonies, some in quiet whispered vows; some in immense joy, others in ruin; some in scandal, others in sweet resolution.
There was something romantic about breaking rules in the very place that had drilled them into him. About defiling his grandfather’s chair with nothing but a so-called “mudblood.”
There was something romantic about breaking rules in the very place that had drilled them into him. About defiling his grandfather’s chair with nothing but a so-called “mudblood.”
“Draco—eyes on the road, please.”
A gasp, “Merlin’s beard, you’re in the middle of the lane! I knew teaching you Muggle driving was a mistake—slow down!”
“Then stop distracting me with that face. It’s unfair.”
“Draco—eyes on the road, please.”
A gasp, “Merlin’s beard, you’re in the middle of the lane! I knew teaching you Muggle driving was a mistake—slow down!”
“Then stop distracting me with that face. It’s unfair.”