📚 dramione, dreomine
📚 learning how to bind fanfiction for my bookshelf
📚 current book: rereading Fourth Wing
📚 current fic: NA
📚 always open to romantasy recs
“Why don’t you try it?” She asked.
“I’ve never—“ Draco hummed, embarrassed, but carried on. “—never done that before.”
“Well…” she beamed. “There’s a first time for everything.”
His lips quirked at the corners. She was right. She was /safe/.
“Okay,” he conceded and let her hug him.
“Why don’t you try it?” She asked.
“I’ve never—“ Draco hummed, embarrassed, but carried on. “—never done that before.”
“Well…” she beamed. “There’s a first time for everything.”
His lips quirked at the corners. She was right. She was /safe/.
“Okay,” he conceded and let her hug him.
make it?" another
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make it?" another
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Hermione thought it would be easy peacy having to work with Charlie Weasley when she was tasked to regulate the new legislation for dragon sanctuaries.
After all, she had known Charlie half her life.
Except, she quickly realised that she hadn’t truly known him.
Charles Prewett Weasley had always been… well, loud.
He came into this world screaming hellfire with the hair to match, and his intensity only amplified with age.
Charles Prewett Weasley had always been… well, loud.
He came into this world screaming hellfire with the hair to match, and his intensity only amplified with age.
Hermione came home late again, having worked extra hours much to her boyfriends’ dismay. The delectable aroma wafting through the manor reminded her of their earlier promise about dinner—but something was missing. Her lovers were nowhere to be seen.
Hermione came home late again, having worked extra hours much to her boyfriends’ dismay. The delectable aroma wafting through the manor reminded her of their earlier promise about dinner—but something was missing. Her lovers were nowhere to be seen.
*waits for post to blow up*
*waits for post to blow up*