Hermione: Yeah... What? No insults tonight?
Draco: No... You actually look very... Nice.
Hermione: Oh... Well. Thank you. So do you.
Draco: ... Thank you.
Theo: (thinking) I'm going to wear a grey suit to their wedding; it will bring out my eyes.
Hermione: Yeah... What? No insults tonight?
Draco: No... You actually look very... Nice.
Hermione: Oh... Well. Thank you. So do you.
Draco: ... Thank you.
Theo: (thinking) I'm going to wear a grey suit to their wedding; it will bring out my eyes.
He doubts. Just for a second.
Draco doubts.
That's the moment Hermione remembers the most.
The little tilt of his head. How his steps falter. A deep breath.
He's going into an ambush. Planned by her.
Draco is heading towards his death.
But he doubts.
Does he know something is wrong?
He doubts. Just for a second.
Draco doubts.
That's the moment Hermione remembers the most.
The little tilt of his head. How his steps falter. A deep breath.
He's going into an ambush. Planned by her.
Draco is heading towards his death.
But he doubts.
Does he know something is wrong?
Draco asks her, as they drink to celebrate another win at court.
The question sits heavily between them, and he watches avidly for any cracks in her armor, any signs of shock.
He's disappointed.
"Well," Hermione ponders, swirling the tequila in its glass.
Draco asks her, as they drink to celebrate another win at court.
The question sits heavily between them, and he watches avidly for any cracks in her armor, any signs of shock.
He's disappointed.
"Well," Hermione ponders, swirling the tequila in its glass.
Coming tomorrow!
Coming tomorrow!
Hermione sighs as Humphrey Bogart declares his love on the screen, and Draco rolls his eyes.
"Really?" He whispers to her.
"If I'm going on a fake date with you, Malfoy, I'm at least going to enjoy myself." She whispers back.
Hermione sighs as Humphrey Bogart declares his love on the screen, and Draco rolls his eyes.
"Really?" He whispers to her.
"If I'm going on a fake date with you, Malfoy, I'm at least going to enjoy myself." She whispers back.
Pretending Draco doesn't exist.
After the first time they slept together, he really tried to follow her lead; wear his indifference as a shield.
But he would never best her, what was he thinking?
She's the fucking champ at making him feel like nothing.
Pretending Draco doesn't exist.
After the first time they slept together, he really tried to follow her lead; wear his indifference as a shield.
But he would never best her, what was he thinking?
She's the fucking champ at making him feel like nothing.
Draco snorts but doesn't turn when Hermione walks out onto the balcony.
"Stop ignoring me. I can't keep waiting for you to tell me what's wrong."
At that, he finally looks at her.
"Funny. I can't keep waiting for you to finally realize you're in love with me."
Draco snorts but doesn't turn when Hermione walks out onto the balcony.
"Stop ignoring me. I can't keep waiting for you to tell me what's wrong."
At that, he finally looks at her.
"Funny. I can't keep waiting for you to finally realize you're in love with me."
Hermione laughs.
"You really think you can trifle with me? Apparently you haven't met her..."
"AMBUSH!" Rosie yells, running into the room and hitting her dad with a cushion.
All's fair in war and pillows.
Hermione laughs.
"You really think you can trifle with me? Apparently you haven't met her..."
"AMBUSH!" Rosie yells, running into the room and hitting her dad with a cushion.
All's fair in war and pillows.
Now let's get back to our regularly scheduled programming of fluff and... Maybe a lot of angst? Yes 😈
Now let's get back to our regularly scheduled programming of fluff and... Maybe a lot of angst? Yes 😈
A year ago he would've agreed.
Now?
"Well, she does make being a war hero look good," He drawls sarcastically, and the man who spoke goes red and walks away.
A year ago he would've agreed.
Now?
"Well, she does make being a war hero look good," He drawls sarcastically, and the man who spoke goes red and walks away.
"Darling, what's wrong?" He asks, sitting beside her and rubbing her shoulders.
"Nothing. It's stupid." She sobs.
"Hey," he frowns. "It's not. Remember when you made me feel better when I was sad because I can't grow a beard?"
"Darling, what's wrong?" He asks, sitting beside her and rubbing her shoulders.
"Nothing. It's stupid." She sobs.
"Hey," he frowns. "It's not. Remember when you made me feel better when I was sad because I can't grow a beard?"
"What, the blue dress? It's nice, although I do prefer the green one, it suits her better."
"What?"
"What?"
"I meant the pin she had on her dress," she says, giving him a funny look.
"What, the blue dress? It's nice, although I do prefer the green one, it suits her better."
"What?"
"What?"
"I meant the pin she had on her dress," she says, giving him a funny look.
"I can't." Hermione cries. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't let her leave," an older Draco says, as he watches them. "Stop her, you idiot."
But as always, the pensieve ignores his pleas, and she walks out of his life all over again.
"I can't." Hermione cries. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't let her leave," an older Draco says, as he watches them. "Stop her, you idiot."
But as always, the pensieve ignores his pleas, and she walks out of his life all over again.
He turns to find Hermione staring at him from their bed, utterly unimpressed.
"Don't look at me like that." He says. "I wasn't half as bad."
He turns to find Hermione staring at him from their bed, utterly unimpressed.
"Don't look at me like that." He says. "I wasn't half as bad."
"You can't tell me what to do!" Hermione yells. "Besides, it's already paid for."
"So you want to go on a trip with Weasley?"
"No! But... Maybe we can go as friends."
"Theo, has a man ever travelled with an ex 'as friends'?"
"Never in the history of everdom."
"You can't tell me what to do!" Hermione yells. "Besides, it's already paid for."
"So you want to go on a trip with Weasley?"
"No! But... Maybe we can go as friends."
"Theo, has a man ever travelled with an ex 'as friends'?"
"Never in the history of everdom."
After a writing slump of anything worthy to be published in Ao3, a little Dramione for a fest🥹
After a writing slump of anything worthy to be published in Ao3, a little Dramione for a fest🥹
Among Enemies and Old Rivalries
archiveofourown.org/works/587450...
Among Enemies and Old Rivalries
archiveofourown.org/works/587450...
Draco wasn't sure if he'll ever be used to coming home to his family. It was quiet when he entered through the Floo, save for the soft tinkling of a lullaby coming from the sitting room.
Draco wasn't sure if he'll ever be used to coming home to his family. It was quiet when he entered through the Floo, save for the soft tinkling of a lullaby coming from the sitting room.
Can you share your writings here? 👇
Can you share your writings here? 👇
"I'm not! I was staring at Longbottom. Wait. That's worse. Fine, I was staring at her."
Theo hums.
"She's cute."
Draco's head turns so violently towards him, his neck cracks.
"I'm not! I was staring at Longbottom. Wait. That's worse. Fine, I was staring at her."
Theo hums.
"She's cute."
Draco's head turns so violently towards him, his neck cracks.
It's one of his favorite pastimes during these fundraisers, next to doing lines with Theo in the bathroom.
Speaking of...
"Look who's back," his friend
It's one of his favorite pastimes during these fundraisers, next to doing lines with Theo in the bathroom.
Speaking of...
"Look who's back," his friend
"Because I like him." Hermione replies.
"Yeah, but /why/?"
"Why are you here? I'm not doing your summer reading again."
"Oh, I read it," Draco scoffs. "Can you believe she was the bell jar all along?"
"Because I like him." Hermione replies.
"Yeah, but /why/?"
"Why are you here? I'm not doing your summer reading again."
"Oh, I read it," Draco scoffs. "Can you believe she was the bell jar all along?"