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“F-f-fate's…a cruel…b-bitch,” he stuttered.
Hermione pursed her lips. “Why do you say that?”
Draco gave a tired, mirthless chuckle. “She gives…gives me what…what I’ve always wanted….shows me…what could’ve been…then…then kills me.”
“You’ve always wanted to be stuck in a hole?” Hermione joked darkly. The question coaxed a real laugh out of the ailing blond.
“Daft,” he said. “You…daft woman.”
“I thought I was a know-it-all?” she teased.
“You,” he repeated, “I’ve wanted you forever.”
No one knows that they are missing. No one knows where they are. No one knows that they are trapped. No one knows that they are dying.
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He felt it all sliding off his chest a bit. Relieving that pressure more with every word, until he was talking so quickly that the words were almost blending together. Just tripping over themselves to getoutgetout. Finally, shifting off of him and onto her. To weigh her down like he was with it.
“Alarm woke me up, and then, there it was. Blood on me. All over me, and I saw this man – I don’t know this man, Granger. Never seen him before. Didn’t even know I was seeing him when I was seeing him, but I saw him. Had to. Because I remember, right? Of all the things I forget, I remember. Just a few seconds. Six seconds exactly. Just my wand moving, and the blood, and then he fell. With his eyes open.” She was against the wall now, and he closed the space, her eyes as open as the man’s had been. As wide as hers had been that night with the blanket. He could just fall into them. “Just staring up. Looking at me, with his blood pouring out into the alley and my clothes a mess. Then it’s over. So what does that say?”
“Get–” she whispered, her voice trembling like her hands were.
“I killed him.” He trapped her between his arms for just a second, pushing his palms into the wall with his breath on her ear, taking in the fear she showed that matched the one boiling inside him. Then she shoved him back. Slammed her hands into him and threw her body forward. Stepped forward, shoved him back, stepped forward, shoved him back. “I. Killed. Him. Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted to know? Was it worth–”
“Stay away from me, Malfoy. You’re so…you’re so fucked up,” she yelled, her voice thick like she was close to tears, and then she took off down the stairs. Left him there with his words, his admittance, the mess he had made.
A Kingdom Beside the Seabyeverythursday
During a dual gone wrong, Draco is hit with a curse that begins to erase his memories. Stuck with Granger in a lopsided house beside the sea, Draco’s life and mind begin to unravel as he struggles to hold on to who he is while losing who he had been.
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“I’m not going to try and make excuses,” she said, doing her best to keep her voice level. “I know what you must think. But he’s not the person you think he is. He felt like he had to do as he was told to protect his family. I… I know him.”
Ginny’s eyes suddenly grew large and round. “Wait, wait…”
Hermione did, her heart sinking, ready to be thrown under the bus.
“… did you two have sex?”
Whatever she had been steeling herself for, that particular question was not it. At once she felt her cheeks flooding with heat. She scrambled to speak, failed, closed her mouth tightly. Ginny’s face dropped.
“Oh my god… is he good?”
“Ginny!”
Revert bySUPRNTRAL LVR
Six months post-war, Malfoy is in serious trouble. He’s on the run from the Ministry, Death Eaters, and a deadly curse which is eating him alive. When he hits rock bottom, a change in fortune lands him in 12 Grimmauld Place under the Ministry’s custody - and forces Hermione to remember the secrets they’ve both kept for years.
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From: Draco Malfoy
Careful now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d fool myself into thinking you actually are Hermione Granger.
From: Hermione Granger
What if I am?
From: Draco Malfoy
I would first ask why you swiped right on me.
From: Hermione Granger
And I would say that I swiped right because I was curious … in a few different ways.
Fire and WhiskeybyCraft Rose
Draco finds himself living a Muggle lifestyle, up to and including purchasing a smartphone and using a dating app made for Muggle-borns and Half-bloods. There, he stumbles upon the profile of the last witch he had ever expected to find.
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It seemed this intimacy with Hermione had removed some of his protective shell and now he was raw. And vulnerable. Would he have done it if he’d known this would happen? Not sure he’d been able to stop himself.
Marriage Law fic. Normalcy was an unrealistic ambition when everyone must return to Hogwarts for their final year after the war. The pretence impossible to continue as all are called on to save the wizarding world - yet again, by law, this time.
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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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