#colourful plastic
Out of her 129 fanfics, 6 of them are Dramione one-shots, and all of them are fantastic.
The first time it happens they have both had a lot of alcohol.
She swore she wasn’t going to get drunk. Last time she got drunk she suffered from a three day hangover and her throat burnt whenever she smelled Firewhiskey anywhere from that day on.
It is a messy but nonetheless satisfying encounter that is a bleary and vague recollection the following morning. When she wakes with the worst headache ever recorded on a human being, she assumes she is laying next to Ron.
It is only when she notices the lashings of blonde hair on the pillow next to her that she realises that it’s not Ron.
He seems just as disgusted with her as she is with him, and they agree to say no more on the subject.
Office Christmas parties are often better best forgotten.
— Alcohol, T/2k+
Her writing quality is ridiculously good.
She calls him by his first name, and it is the first time in a long time that the name has been said without a patronising tone attached to it, or with a sneer. It is being said with something which seems unfamiliar. And it makes him shiver.
—Shiver, T/1k+
Some of her fics are heart wrenching and tragic.
They were silent for a few minutes.
“Would you come with me if I did?”
“No.”
“Right.”
—Drawing Crazy Pattern, K+/ 1K+
While others are just cuteness overload
They turned to look at each other, both thinking the same thing.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Hermione said in a hurried whisper.
Malfoy held out his hand, and Hermione shook it. He waved his wand and suddenly, the white side was completely white, and the green side was completely green.
As they were finishing the patrol, taking turns to look at the finished cube, Hermione spoke. “I feel wrong,” she said. “Dirty. Because we cheated.”
“And that conscience is exactly the reason you weren’t sorted into Slytherin.”
— Colourful Plastic, K+/1K+
But what they have in common is that
She voiced this opinion to him, and he rolled onto his side so he could look her directly in the eye.
“I imagine you buying a new bed would be a waste of money.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, you won’t be spending many nights in it at all after you move in with me.”
Hermione frowned. “And when exactly am I moving in with you?”
“Tomorrow?”
— Déjà vu, K+, 3k+
They’re all fucking amazing.
“M-Master Draco,” the elf stammers.
“Dobby?”
“I - I - ”
“Have you come for them?”
“Who, sir?” the elf is playing dumb. Of course he is, he doesn’t trust Draco.
“Potter, Weasley, Granger.”
“I…”
“They’re in the basement,” he hisses. “You need to be quick, Granger won’t last much longer, Bella’s torturing her.”
The elf nods, his wide, green eyes fixed in a state of shock. He disappears with another crack, and Draco breathes a sigh of relief.
— Still She Screams, K+/897
Check out flaignhan‘s (x) fanfics:
Alcohol/Shiver/Drawing Crazy Patterns/Colourful Plastic/Déjà vu/Still She Screams
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