“Stay.”
“But I have to go, Draco.”
“No,” he whined, pulling her close.
“If they catch us together…”
“They won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Draco cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb along the curve of her jaw.
“Because I am, Hermione.”
“Stay.”
“But I have to go, Draco.”
“No,” he whined, pulling her close.
“If they catch us together…”
“They won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Draco cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb along the curve of her jaw.
“Because I am, Hermione.”
"Dad let me set up the chwistmas tee!" The four year old giggled. Hermione set her down.
"Alright, come show me," extending her hand. Lyra grabbed instantly, pulling her
"Dad let me set up the chwistmas tee!" The four year old giggled. Hermione set her down.
"Alright, come show me," extending her hand. Lyra grabbed instantly, pulling her
The wedding was more Muggle than full of Magic, he was certain
The wedding was more Muggle than full of Magic, he was certain
"Hello, Draco! My daughter got this for you! I know how stubborn she can be, but she'd still want you to have it, even if you aren't on speaking terms."
"I'll be right down!"
He turned away from his window.
"Well, get dressed, Granger. Your mother's here."
Hermione was beet red.
"Hello, Draco! My daughter got this for you! I know how stubborn she can be, but she'd still want you to have it, even if you aren't on speaking terms."
"I'll be right down!"
He turned away from his window.
"Well, get dressed, Granger. Your mother's here."
Hermione was beet red.
"Are you alright, Mione?" Ginny approached her while Cho picked the tray off the floor.
She finally figured out the last scent of her new Amortentia.
𝘔𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.
And Draco Malfoy brought a bottle of it.
He always did.
"Are you alright, Mione?" Ginny approached her while Cho picked the tray off the floor.
She finally figured out the last scent of her new Amortentia.
𝘔𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.
And Draco Malfoy brought a bottle of it.
He always did.
She tried to employ her friends, she truly did but each one of them had an excuse.
"Sorry 'Mione you know I hate cooking" - Harry.
She tried to employ her friends, she truly did but each one of them had an excuse.
"Sorry 'Mione you know I hate cooking" - Harry.
Which is what led here,
Which is what led here,
holiday fluff
“This is nice,” Hermione hummed, wrapping her arms around Draco’s waist. She leaned her head against his back, breathing in the vanilla extract and spearmint that clung to him like a second skin.
holiday fluff
“This is nice,” Hermione hummed, wrapping her arms around Draco’s waist. She leaned her head against his back, breathing in the vanilla extract and spearmint that clung to him like a second skin.
"Dad! Look! Look, she looks like mama!" Lyra babbled as she pointed towards a woman sitting on the park bench alone. Draco held his daughter's legs as she kept bouncing on his shoulders as
"Dad! Look! Look, she looks like mama!" Lyra babbled as she pointed towards a woman sitting on the park bench alone. Draco held his daughter's legs as she kept bouncing on his shoulders as