Hermione hadn’t listed “attend Quidditch matches” on her 8th-year to-do list.
But Malfoy had made a persuasive argument that morning, delivered with hands, lips, and a wicked grin, so now she was shivering in the stands.
And, somehow, wrapped in a Slytherin scarf that smelled like him.
Hermione hadn’t listed “attend Quidditch matches” on her 8th-year to-do list.
But Malfoy had made a persuasive argument that morning, delivered with hands, lips, and a wicked grin, so now she was shivering in the stands.
And, somehow, wrapped in a Slytherin scarf that smelled like him.
“They put up a good fight,” she admitted as a Healer worked on the slicing jinx on Draco's arm. It's been 14 against two, but they'd managed.
“They put up a good fight,” she admitted as a Healer worked on the slicing jinx on Draco's arm. It's been 14 against two, but they'd managed.
They hadn't wandered too far from the gala before they fell laughing against the stone garden wall at their pitiful escape attempt.
Hermione also couldn't go much further in her heels on the uneven cobblestone, so they sank to the ground, leaning
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They hadn't wandered too far from the gala before they fell laughing against the stone garden wall at their pitiful escape attempt.
Hermione also couldn't go much further in her heels on the uneven cobblestone, so they sank to the ground, leaning
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This one pretty much sums up one of my favorite dynamics between them. Makes me kick my feet and giggle like a tween.
#dramione
This one pretty much sums up one of my favorite dynamics between them. Makes me kick my feet and giggle like a tween.
#dramione
NSFW implied
“Last chance, Granger,” Malfoy said, standing in the doorway of her office, leaning against the frame. He was so tall, his head nearly touched the top.
NSFW implied
“Last chance, Granger,” Malfoy said, standing in the doorway of her office, leaning against the frame. He was so tall, his head nearly touched the top.
The sudden touch of Draco’s hand brushing softly against her electrifies Hermione brilliantly.
“I miss you, Granger.”
His pinky glides along her knuckle until it reaches the metal band circling her ring finger; a promise to someone new.
“Do you miss me?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
The sudden touch of Draco’s hand brushing softly against her electrifies Hermione brilliantly.
“I miss you, Granger.”
His pinky glides along her knuckle until it reaches the metal band circling her ring finger; a promise to someone new.
“Do you miss me?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
A flush cut across her soft features. “Please, dont call me that.”
“Why not?” His pale eyebrows furrowed as their hands intertwined.
“You know why,” Hermione looked pained when she said this like a child that couldn’t get what she wanted. “This is only a fantasy.”
A flush cut across her soft features. “Please, dont call me that.”
“Why not?” His pale eyebrows furrowed as their hands intertwined.
“You know why,” Hermione looked pained when she said this like a child that couldn’t get what she wanted. “This is only a fantasy.”
She’d spotted Draco running through the halls with the Death Eaters only minutes before he'd pulled her aside.
She’d spotted Draco running through the halls with the Death Eaters only minutes before he'd pulled her aside.
happy hunger games, my darlings 🤍 #dramione #dhr #dramionemonth
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happy hunger games, my darlings 🤍 #dramione #dhr #dramionemonth
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not only had Granger told everyone that they were ‘just friends.’ but now she sat flirting with Oliver Wood.
he hadn't wanted to come to the engagement
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not only had Granger told everyone that they were ‘just friends.’ but now she sat flirting with Oliver Wood.
he hadn't wanted to come to the engagement
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Mostly.
“Have a good evening?” Ginny’s voice drifted from the couch, her smirk illuminated by the fire's dying embers. Hermione froze, her breath catching as Ginny sat up, arms crossed.
Mostly.
“Have a good evening?” Ginny’s voice drifted from the couch, her smirk illuminated by the fire's dying embers. Hermione froze, her breath catching as Ginny sat up, arms crossed.