Why do I have to talk about the colour of the sky and answers hundreds of questions about my life in high school and middle school — WHY IS THAT RELEVANT ?
Ask me about my degree if you want, not my middle school exams omg 💀
Why do I have to talk about the colour of the sky and answers hundreds of questions about my life in high school and middle school — WHY IS THAT RELEVANT ?
Ask me about my degree if you want, not my middle school exams omg 💀
The case had been dragging on for days.
And despite being the two most stubborn, determined people the Ministry could throw at the problem, they still couldn’t understand how the suspect had managed to get in and out of the Ministry—into the Department of Mysteries—undetected.
The case had been dragging on for days.
And despite being the two most stubborn, determined people the Ministry could throw at the problem, they still couldn’t understand how the suspect had managed to get in and out of the Ministry—into the Department of Mysteries—undetected.
Anyway going back to my international law class 🧍🏻♀️
Anyway going back to my international law class 🧍🏻♀️
Draco never thought he could stand this close to her.
Even less that he could hold her hand proudly while she smiled at him like this.
Draco never thought he could stand this close to her.
Even less that he could hold her hand proudly while she smiled at him like this.
J’suis pas sure que j’aurais vu grand chose en ville mais argh j’ai un seum monstrueux là les photos sont SUBLIMES
J’suis pas sure que j’aurais vu grand chose en ville mais argh j’ai un seum monstrueux là les photos sont SUBLIMES
It’s my first long fic and it’s so hard to write, I admire you all for managing to outline a fic 🙃
It’s my first long fic and it’s so hard to write, I admire you all for managing to outline a fic 🙃
When he heard the door open and close behind him, Draco sighed and took another drag of his cigarette, savouring the bitter burn of tobacco in his lungs. He exhaled slowly just as he felt someone stop beside him.
“Malfoy,” came a familiar voice.
When he heard the door open and close behind him, Draco sighed and took another drag of his cigarette, savouring the bitter burn of tobacco in his lungs. He exhaled slowly just as he felt someone stop beside him.
“Malfoy,” came a familiar voice.
They were halfway through their firewhiskies, sprawled on the sofa and complaining about work, when Theo suddenly sat up.
“Did you light a candle, mate?”
Draco frowned. “Why would I—”
“Because something smells like it’s burning.”
They were halfway through their firewhiskies, sprawled on the sofa and complaining about work, when Theo suddenly sat up.
“Did you light a candle, mate?”
Draco frowned. “Why would I—”
“Because something smells like it’s burning.”
Once they were both frozen mid-step by one of Narcissa’s hexes, the matriarch marched over, wand still raised, and gave them a thorough piece of her mind — only to break off halfway through, voice cracking, before dissolving into tears.
Once they were both frozen mid-step by one of Narcissa’s hexes, the matriarch marched over, wand still raised, and gave them a thorough piece of her mind — only to break off halfway through, voice cracking, before dissolving into tears.
For once, they were the ones receiving.
Hermione still couldn’t quite believe how the past two months had rearranged her entire life — quietly, irrevocably — and she found herself smiling at nothing while standing barefoot in her own kitchen.
For once, they were the ones receiving.
Hermione still couldn’t quite believe how the past two months had rearranged her entire life — quietly, irrevocably — and she found herself smiling at nothing while standing barefoot in her own kitchen.
They woke tangled in each other’s arms, wearing nothing but their rings and matching, stupidly blissful grins. Draco seemed determined to say /my wife/ as often as physically possible, testing the words like a spell he’d only just learned.
They woke tangled in each other’s arms, wearing nothing but their rings and matching, stupidly blissful grins. Draco seemed determined to say /my wife/ as often as physically possible, testing the words like a spell he’d only just learned.
The morning after, Hermione woke with her heart already racing — a strange mix of nerves and giddy excitement buzzing through her veins.
The morning after, Hermione woke with her heart already racing — a strange mix of nerves and giddy excitement buzzing through her veins.
“Love?” Draco called one morning from the kitchen.
“What is it— Scorpius, no, you need to dry yourself before going—” she sighed as the toddler wriggled free of her grasp, bare feet slapping against the floor, “—to the kitchen /again/.”
“Love?” Draco called one morning from the kitchen.
“What is it— Scorpius, no, you need to dry yourself before going—” she sighed as the toddler wriggled free of her grasp, bare feet slapping against the floor, “—to the kitchen /again/.”
TW: talk of death and grief
As much as Hermione loved being surrounded by friends and family, she was more than ready for the quiet that settled the moment they stepped back into the flat
TW: talk of death and grief
As much as Hermione loved being surrounded by friends and family, she was more than ready for the quiet that settled the moment they stepped back into the flat
At some point, the living room devolved into a full-blown slumber party.
Mattresses were conjured and scattered everywhere, blankets and pillows stolen from every bedroom in the manor until the floor disappeared entirely.
At some point, the living room devolved into a full-blown slumber party.
Mattresses were conjured and scattered everywhere, blankets and pillows stolen from every bedroom in the manor until the floor disappeared entirely.
After dinner, Narcissa declared she needed her beauty sleep and swept off to her quarters, leaving the rest of them to their own devices.
Which, unsurprisingly, meant more drinks, louder laughter, and dancing that gradually devolved into chaos.
After dinner, Narcissa declared she needed her beauty sleep and swept off to her quarters, leaving the rest of them to their own devices.
Which, unsurprisingly, meant more drinks, louder laughter, and dancing that gradually devolved into chaos.
To her surprise, they actually arrived on time — only to be greeted by a very impatient Narcissa pacing in front of the fireplace.
Scorpius didn’t even slow down before launching himself at her legs.
“Mamie! Mamie! When do we open the /pwesents/?”
To her surprise, they actually arrived on time — only to be greeted by a very impatient Narcissa pacing in front of the fireplace.
Scorpius didn’t even slow down before launching himself at her legs.
“Mamie! Mamie! When do we open the /pwesents/?”
Christmas morning started far too early for Hermione’s liking.
She was jolted awake before the sun had even begun rising. And it wasn’t a toddler jumping on her — it was a /fully grown man/, mind you.
Christmas morning started far too early for Hermione’s liking.
She was jolted awake before the sun had even begun rising. And it wasn’t a toddler jumping on her — it was a /fully grown man/, mind you.