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Hermione had agreed to a date with Draco Malfoy. Why, you might ask? She didn’t have an answer herself. Perhaps she just wanted to do something unexpected, something out of character—and Malfoy seemed like the perfect choice for that.
Hermione had agreed to a date with Draco Malfoy. Why, you might ask? She didn’t have an answer herself. Perhaps she just wanted to do something unexpected, something out of character—and Malfoy seemed like the perfect choice for that.
“Are you asking me out, Draco?” Hermione couldn’t help but poke fun.
“Is that a yes, Granger?”
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“Are you asking me out, Draco?” Hermione couldn’t help but poke fun.
“Is that a yes, Granger?”
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The soft, quick patter of feet plays outside Draco's office. In the past twenty minutes, this had happened, Draco's counted, seven times.
Draco's lips tilt upward as he wanders out of his office and down the hall to his son's room.
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The soft, quick patter of feet plays outside Draco's office. In the past twenty minutes, this had happened, Draco's counted, seven times.
Draco's lips tilt upward as he wanders out of his office and down the hall to his son's room.
Draco knew the order of things when his wife came home wearing those bloody stiletto heels, delicate but deadly, perfectly formed to the feminine curves of her feet.
This time, he only made it as far as stripping his shirt and unfastening his pants
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Draco comes to her whenever he's in need of something brown and expensive.
"Mr. Malfoy," she greets calmly. "What brings you here today?"
She doesn't even mention the late hour or the gun in his hand. Always the professional, Dr. Granger.
Draco comes to her whenever he's in need of something brown and expensive.
"Mr. Malfoy," she greets calmly. "What brings you here today?"
She doesn't even mention the late hour or the gun in his hand. Always the professional, Dr. Granger.
“What's that?"
Draco glanced down at his son hoisted in a baby carrier Mippy had protested he wear, bubbles pooled at the infant's mouth as he babbled mindlessly about a poster of a cat hanging upside down behind his desk mate.
Motivational words reading: HANG IN THERE.
“What's that?"
Draco glanced down at his son hoisted in a baby carrier Mippy had protested he wear, bubbles pooled at the infant's mouth as he babbled mindlessly about a poster of a cat hanging upside down behind his desk mate.
Motivational words reading: HANG IN THERE.
TW: Self harm
He didn’t hear the footsteps. Didn’t notice the door creak open. Didn’t feel her eyes on him, watching, waiting. He was too lost in the pain—savouring it, controlling it.
TW: Self harm
He didn’t hear the footsteps. Didn’t notice the door creak open. Didn’t feel her eyes on him, watching, waiting. He was too lost in the pain—savouring it, controlling it.
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“So, are you ready for your little girl’s trip to St. Tropez?”
Hermione nodded excitedly. “I’ve even learned a few phrases to use, you know,” she waved, “in case I decide to go out and explore.”
Draco’s brow furrowed. “Explain.”
“Well, there’s ‘enchanté’.”
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“So, are you ready for your little girl’s trip to St. Tropez?”
Hermione nodded excitedly. “I’ve even learned a few phrases to use, you know,” she waved, “in case I decide to go out and explore.”
Draco’s brow furrowed. “Explain.”
“Well, there’s ‘enchanté’.”
Hermione was shopping with her husband when a sharp, citrusy scent suddenly hit her.
“Do you smell that, love?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.
“Smell what?” Draco replied, puzzled.
“Citruses?”
“Oh, that! I tried a new perfume in the aisle. Do you like it?”
You can decide if Character B loves it or hates it.
Hermione was shopping with her husband when a sharp, citrusy scent suddenly hit her.
“Do you smell that, love?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.
“Smell what?” Draco replied, puzzled.
“Citruses?”
“Oh, that! I tried a new perfume in the aisle. Do you like it?”
The father in question didn’t respond at once.
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The father in question didn’t respond at once.
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Hermione had dreamed for a long time of how she would know who the right person was for her. She dreamed up elaborate weddings in her head, picked out what her dress would look like, how her hair would be styled, what ring she would wear. Though she never showed it, she was a
Hermione had dreamed for a long time of how she would know who the right person was for her. She dreamed up elaborate weddings in her head, picked out what her dress would look like, how her hair would be styled, what ring she would wear. Though she never showed it, she was a
Draco and Hermione wander in and out of coffee shops and bookstores on weekends when they are off duty. It’s one of their favorite things to do.
As Head Boy and Girl, they have special privileges, a weekend a month to do whatever they please. The first two were spent avoiding
Draco and Hermione wander in and out of coffee shops and bookstores on weekends when they are off duty. It’s one of their favorite things to do.
As Head Boy and Girl, they have special privileges, a weekend a month to do whatever they please. The first two were spent avoiding
Draco lay sprawled on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Hours had passed—maybe days—but he hadn’t moved, as though the plaster above him might somehow offer a solution to his many problems.
Draco lay sprawled on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. Hours had passed—maybe days—but he hadn’t moved, as though the plaster above him might somehow offer a solution to his many problems.
Ginny’s heels click across the marble floor as she exits his office. She was meant to sneak in and out, place the memo on his desk, and vanish.
She managed all of those while, unfortunately, catching her boss in an all too private moment.
Ginny’s heels click across the marble floor as she exits his office. She was meant to sneak in and out, place the memo on his desk, and vanish.
She managed all of those while, unfortunately, catching her boss in an all too private moment.
There were too many Death Eaters around, and Draco knew he'd get in shit for what he'd done.
There were too many Death Eaters around, and Draco knew he'd get in shit for what he'd done.
"Yeah," Draco sighs. "I told her I didn't hate her."
"To her face?"
"You don't get it. Our relationship is based on our mutual hate, and now that I /don't/, she doesn't know what to do with me. It's a whole hate thing."
'Why did you kiss me?', she wants to ask. 'Out of pity? Because you felt bad for me? Is it going to happen again?'
"Hello?" Draco frowns. "Are you even listening to me?"
(Why did you kiss me?)
"Are you still talking?" She asks boredly
'I've heard the King only sleeps with her once a month.'
'Can you blame him?'
'I feel so bad for him. I heard his mother forced him to marry her.'
'That makes sense! Otherwise, why would he choose her?'
So Hermione thinks 'fuck it'
"Yeah," Draco sighs. "I told her I didn't hate her."
"To her face?"
"You don't get it. Our relationship is based on our mutual hate, and now that I /don't/, she doesn't know what to do with me. It's a whole hate thing."
There had been many happy moments in Hermione Granger’s life. There had also been many sad ones. Many years had passed since Hermione’s time of the run with Harry and Ron. She’s experienced love and loss, joy and sorrow. She’d left England, went back, left again, and
There had been many happy moments in Hermione Granger’s life. There had also been many sad ones. Many years had passed since Hermione’s time of the run with Harry and Ron. She’s experienced love and loss, joy and sorrow. She’d left England, went back, left again, and
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“Do you have to dress like that?”
Hermione stared with a mix of indignation and confusion at the source of the question.
“Me?!” she sputtered. “You’re wearing a whole suit for a walk with our dogs.”
She regretted cutting her hair so short. She blamed the Parisian hairstylist for pushing.
“Do you have to dress like that?”
Hermione stared with a mix of indignation and confusion at the source of the question.
“Me?!” she sputtered. “You’re wearing a whole suit for a walk with our dogs.”
She regretted cutting her hair so short. She blamed the Parisian hairstylist for pushing.
"Look! Now, I'm finally taller than you", Hermione chirped, cradling his face.
"You still look like a little elf, though", he teased, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.
Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, don't be mean".
"Look! Now, I'm finally taller than you", Hermione chirped, cradling his face.
"You still look like a little elf, though", he teased, the corners of his mouth twitching with amusement.
Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, don't be mean".
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(1/4)
H: Hello? Hi, there!
D: What?
H: Hi! Excuse me, but I've never been arrested before, and I'm just wondering, is this how it usually goes?
D: Usually, there's much less talking.
H: Hello? Hi, there!
D: What?
H: Hi! Excuse me, but I've never been arrested before, and I'm just wondering, is this how it usually goes?
D: Usually, there's much less talking.
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had sm fun writing this 🙂↕️ and im sorry mac cosmetics.
🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/62203387
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- explicit, pwp, blowjobs, established dhr
- 2.1k
- see a blowjob, post a blowjob lol
had sm fun writing this 🙂↕️ and im sorry mac cosmetics.
🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/62203387