Prompt: Based on the Prompt: Draco is about to marry Astoria and Theo and Hermione object. Draco is the “runaway bride.”
Prompt: Based on the Prompt: Draco is about to marry Astoria and Theo and Hermione object. Draco is the “runaway bride.”
Prompt: Draco is about to marry Astoria and Theo and Hermione object. Draco is the “runaway bride.”
Prompt: Draco is about to marry Astoria and Theo and Hermione object. Draco is the “runaway bride.”
"Good morning, sir!" Draco beamed at the man stepping out of a shop.
He reached out his hand that the stranger gingerly took.
"Good morning," the stranger said.
"Would you do me the honor of being the first to congratulate me?"
"What for?"
"Hermione Granger loves me back!"
"Good morning, sir!" Draco beamed at the man stepping out of a shop.
He reached out his hand that the stranger gingerly took.
"Good morning," the stranger said.
"Would you do me the honor of being the first to congratulate me?"
"What for?"
"Hermione Granger loves me back!"
They smoked in silence. Let the burn in their lungs stretch the moment. Held the world off just a little longer.
Fin. ✨
They smoked in silence. Let the burn in their lungs stretch the moment. Held the world off just a little longer.
Fin. ✨
Harry had come downstairs to ask Tom if he had an extra set of fabric he could transfigure into dry pajamas. He’d stormed out of the house without realizing he’d be walking into a torrential downpour.
Harry had come downstairs to ask Tom if he had an extra set of fabric he could transfigure into dry pajamas. He’d stormed out of the house without realizing he’d be walking into a torrential downpour.
1. Forced Proximity
2. The Leaky Cauldron
3. “No more Secrets”
The possibilities feel endless 🤔🤩
- the pairing is Harry/Pansy
- roll a d12 for your trope/tag
- roll a d20 for your quote
- roll a d10 for your location
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Can’t wait to see what y’all come up with 🥰
1. Forced Proximity
2. The Leaky Cauldron
3. “No more Secrets”
The possibilities feel endless 🤔🤩
a drabble for @itsnottme.bsky.social
(it’s late and loong but I tried to hit as many as I could!!)
harmony, marriage law, friends to lovers, pining, miscommunication if you squint, hot harry? fluff??? idk on this one cause i cried a little tbh 😅
I hope you love it mands! ❤️
a drabble for @itsnottme.bsky.social
(it’s late and loong but I tried to hit as many as I could!!)
harmony, marriage law, friends to lovers, pining, miscommunication if you squint, hot harry? fluff??? idk on this one cause i cried a little tbh 😅
I hope you love it mands! ❤️
“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Charlie smirks infuriatingly attractively with his silly dimple that Hermione wants to poke her finger into.
“Then why did I break up with your brother?”
“Because Ron is an idiot, and you love me more.”
Hermione laughs. “Such a charmer.”
Charlie kisses her.
“It’s the hair, isn’t it?” Charlie smirks infuriatingly attractively with his silly dimple that Hermione wants to poke her finger into.
“Then why did I break up with your brother?”
“Because Ron is an idiot, and you love me more.”
Hermione laughs. “Such a charmer.”
Charlie kisses her.
TW: MCD
He saw her lying on the battlefield—and still, he hoped.
That hope vanished when his hot hands met the cold stillness of hers. When his warm lips pressed to hers for one final kiss.
Only then did he know: he would do anything for revenge.
"You don't usually get sick," Ginny noted.
Hermione sniffed. "Its this weather: hot one day, cold another."
Ginny tilted her head.
"Hmm. What if you're pregnant?"
"Ha! Who would the father--" Hermione trails off, remembering what she and Draco Malfoy did at a bar's loo a month ago.
"You don't usually get sick," Ginny noted.
Hermione sniffed. "Its this weather: hot one day, cold another."
Ginny tilted her head.
"Hmm. What if you're pregnant?"
"Ha! Who would the father--" Hermione trails off, remembering what she and Draco Malfoy did at a bar's loo a month ago.
He never brought her flowers, despite working in those damned greenhouses.
Pansy wouldn’t have minded a pretty rose once in a while.
He brought plants, but it was never the same.
For that reason, the single red rose Neville finally gave her along with a ring meant so much more.
He never brought her flowers, despite working in those damned greenhouses.
Pansy wouldn’t have minded a pretty rose once in a while.
He brought plants, but it was never the same.
For that reason, the single red rose Neville finally gave her along with a ring meant so much more.
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"She's not smiling."
Harry blinked at Viktor before turning to see Hermione dancing with Ron.
"She... /is/," Harry points out.
But Viktor shakes his head. "I remember her smile perfectly. /That/ is not as bright and free. It's not in her eyes. That is not her smile."
"She's not smiling."
Harry blinked at Viktor before turning to see Hermione dancing with Ron.
"She... /is/," Harry points out.
But Viktor shakes his head. "I remember her smile perfectly. /That/ is not as bright and free. It's not in her eyes. That is not her smile."
She often found him by the lake, usually because she sought the solace, too, after the war.
He would glare at her. She would do the same.
Until one day, he just let out a deep sigh and made room for her on the bench.
“I’m so tired,” he said.
She often found him by the lake, usually because she sought the solace, too, after the war.
He would glare at her. She would do the same.
Until one day, he just let out a deep sigh and made room for her on the bench.
“I’m so tired,” he said.
She saw him across the room.
Saw stolen glances, quiet kisses, soft laugher—bitter end.
Still, she stumbled to him, drunk on memories, took his face in her hands, and kissed him—a silent promise of new memories to come.
She saw him across the room.
Saw stolen glances, quiet kisses, soft laugher—bitter end.
Still, she stumbled to him, drunk on memories, took his face in her hands, and kissed him—a silent promise of new memories to come.
"I get to decide that. I get to decide that. I get to decide that. I'm elected. I get to decide that. You wanna decide that? You need to run for Congress, okay? I get to decide that"