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(Use wherever but don't be a cvnt and sell it anywhere k) xoxo
#dhrart #dramione #dreamcore
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(Use wherever but don't be a cvnt and sell it anywhere k) xoxo
His lips, less than a centimetre away, waver against her throat. “I don’t want to go back,” she hears him whisper.
Excerpt From Green Light by SereneMusafir 🩵 #dramione
His lips, less than a centimetre away, waver against her throat. “I don’t want to go back,” she hears him whisper.
Excerpt From Green Light by SereneMusafir 🩵 #dramione
Closed fist couple inspired by chapter 6 of Bloody, Slutty, and Pathetic by Whatmurdah on AO3!
#dhrart #dramione #WhatMurdah
Closed fist couple inspired by chapter 6 of Bloody, Slutty, and Pathetic by Whatmurdah on AO3!
#dhrart #dramione #WhatMurdah
Happy (late) Lunar New Year everyone 🧧
#fanart #dracomalfoy #dracofanart #dramionefanart
Happy (late) Lunar New Year everyone 🧧
#fanart #dracomalfoy #dracofanart #dramionefanart
She nodded and he stepped aside.
“Alohomora.”
***END***
She nodded and he stepped aside.
“Alohomora.”
***END***
“I almost didn’t,” she confessed, her chest aching.
“I almost didn’t,” she confessed, her chest aching.
She opened her eyes and the tears she had been holding back began to fall.
“What am I going to do?” she wept. “The third years are going to start boggarts soon, and I can’t even look at one after the accident.”
She opened her eyes and the tears she had been holding back began to fall.
“What am I going to do?” she wept. “The third years are going to start boggarts soon, and I can’t even look at one after the accident.”
“Riddikulus.”
The cupboard door slammed closed, and he was around her in moments, his hands cupping her cheeks and his lips pressing kisses, against her tightly closed eyes.
“Riddikulus.”
The cupboard door slammed closed, and he was around her in moments, his hands cupping her cheeks and his lips pressing kisses, against her tightly closed eyes.
His laboured breath dragged like a grate against her ears. The sounds of his ungainly movements stabbed at her heart. He was dying.
She still couldn’t move.
Closing her eyes she wished for a miracle.
His laboured breath dragged like a grate against her ears. The sounds of his ungainly movements stabbed at her heart. He was dying.
She still couldn’t move.
Closing her eyes she wished for a miracle.
Anything but this.
Anything but this.