Draco glanced at her. “I’ll pass.”
“I have a friend,” Pansy continued, as if she hadn’t heard him. “She’s pretty. A bit of an airhead. Right up your alley.”
“How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Ah fuck it, there’s no time.”
And that was all the warning Draco had before Granger stood on her tiptoes and smashed her lips against his.
Draco glanced at her. “I’ll pass.”
“I have a friend,” Pansy continued, as if she hadn’t heard him. “She’s pretty. A bit of an airhead. Right up your alley.”
“How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Ah fuck it, there’s no time.”
And that was all the warning Draco had before Granger stood on her tiptoes and smashed her lips against his.
“How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Ah fuck it, there’s no time.”
And that was all the warning Draco had before Granger stood on her tiptoes and smashed her lips against his.
“How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Ah fuck it, there’s no time.”
And that was all the warning Draco had before Granger stood on her tiptoes and smashed her lips against his.
“Hello, Granger. Care to let me in?”
She stares at him. A frown and the divot between her brows when she’s fully concentrating on something appears.
“I thought you were dead,” she says flatly.
Draco shrugs. “I was.”
“Hello, Granger. Care to let me in?”
She stares at him. A frown and the divot between her brows when she’s fully concentrating on something appears.
“I thought you were dead,” she says flatly.
Draco shrugs. “I was.”
The offer is out before Draco can stop it, words pulled out by the sweetness of firewhiskey.
Hermione blinks at him. Once. Twice. Wrinkles her nose.
A cold ball of regret slides down his throat. Back track, soften, evade, deny—
“Okay. I’ll stay with you.”
The offer is out before Draco can stop it, words pulled out by the sweetness of firewhiskey.
Hermione blinks at him. Once. Twice. Wrinkles her nose.
A cold ball of regret slides down his throat. Back track, soften, evade, deny—
“Okay. I’ll stay with you.”
Because you're bitching about a free service that takes a mountain of effort, provided by someone who takes time out of their busy day to provide this service, because they didn’t do it exactly the way you wanted, WHERE THEY CAN HEAR YOU.
Because you're bitching about a free service that takes a mountain of effort, provided by someone who takes time out of their busy day to provide this service, because they didn’t do it exactly the way you wanted, WHERE THEY CAN HEAR YOU.
Hermione stopped in her tracks, and turned towards Draco, slowly.
“Excuse me?”
He grinned, feeling a bit like he was playing with fire. “More flies with honey and all that. I can teach you.”
“Teach me?”
Hermione stopped in her tracks, and turned towards Draco, slowly.
“Excuse me?”
He grinned, feeling a bit like he was playing with fire. “More flies with honey and all that. I can teach you.”
“Teach me?”
nothing lol
I directly contribute the rise of commercialism in fandom spaces to both of them.
nothing lol
I directly contribute the rise of commercialism in fandom spaces to both of them.
Enjoy this spicy lil fic where Ginny has had it. Officially. And Draco may or may not have a praise kink 😌
archiveofourown.org/works/61906549
Enjoy this spicy lil fic where Ginny has had it. Officially. And Draco may or may not have a praise kink 😌
archiveofourown.org/works/61906549
These prompts contain some of my favorite tropes, quotes, and things. I can’t wait to see what you all create! Any pairing welcome!
Step 1 - Birth month= setting
Jan. - coffee shop
Feb - regency/historical
March - Hogwarts
April- roommates
These prompts contain some of my favorite tropes, quotes, and things. I can’t wait to see what you all create! Any pairing welcome!
Step 1 - Birth month= setting
Jan. - coffee shop
Feb - regency/historical
March - Hogwarts
April- roommates
“Take my hand, Granger.”
The world is sharp and bright. It stings her retinas.
“I can’t,” she says, the words slightly garbled around her fangs.
Still, Draco gives her a self deprecating smile. “I’m not afraid of a little bite,” he promises. If only that’s all she wanted to do.
“Take my hand, Granger.”
The world is sharp and bright. It stings her retinas.
“I can’t,” she says, the words slightly garbled around her fangs.
Still, Draco gives her a self deprecating smile. “I’m not afraid of a little bite,” he promises. If only that’s all she wanted to do.
#dramione | 150k+ | complete
archiveofourown.org/works/418110...
#dramione | 150k+ | complete
archiveofourown.org/works/418110...
“Malfoy,” Hermione hissed from the alcove. “Stay here.”
He startled and turned, squinting in the darkness. “Salazar’s balls, Granger. What are you doing?”
She cast a muffito around them. “You’re going to ruin my investigation.”
“Malfoy,” Hermione hissed from the alcove. “Stay here.”
He startled and turned, squinting in the darkness. “Salazar’s balls, Granger. What are you doing?”
She cast a muffito around them. “You’re going to ruin my investigation.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Kingsley shifted slightly in his seat. Though he was the Minister of Magic, both Kingsley and Robards shared uneasy looks while trying to softly break the news.
1/10
“You can’t be serious.”
Kingsley shifted slightly in his seat. Though he was the Minister of Magic, both Kingsley and Robards shared uneasy looks while trying to softly break the news.
1/10
Draco is almost convinced she’s doing it on purpose.
“You want me to what?” He asks, dumbly.
“I want you to bite me,” she repeats, slowly.
Draco is almost convinced she’s doing it on purpose.
“You want me to what?” He asks, dumbly.
“I want you to bite me,” she repeats, slowly.