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Comfort can be found in all different places, and while Hermione knows that her new roommate Draco can’t offer her anything more than a place to cosy up next to him after a hard day, she takes advantage of it.
Comfort can be found in all different places, and while Hermione knows that her new roommate Draco can’t offer her anything more than a place to cosy up next to him after a hard day, she takes advantage of it.
• 8th year, Heads •
"Okay, I give up. I /do/ need your help." Hermione huffed out of her room with her fingers loosely tangled up in her hair, holding it in a messy half-hearted ponytail. "Hair up, or down?"
• 8th year, Heads •
"Okay, I give up. I /do/ need your help." Hermione huffed out of her room with her fingers loosely tangled up in her hair, holding it in a messy half-hearted ponytail. "Hair up, or down?"
“You can hug me, you know?” Draco said, raising an eyebrow as he watched Hermione bite her lip—a telltale sign that she was lost in thought.
“You can hug me, you know?” Draco said, raising an eyebrow as he watched Hermione bite her lip—a telltale sign that she was lost in thought.
“It’s a little tight.”
From the grunts, sighs, and dialogue she could piece together through their closed bedroom door, Hermione expected to walk in on something very different than what she did.
The door swung open silently and she peeked through the narrow gap.
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“It’s a little tight.”
From the grunts, sighs, and dialogue she could piece together through their closed bedroom door, Hermione expected to walk in on something very different than what she did.
The door swung open silently and she peeked through the narrow gap.
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Theo didn't think he would be a good father. Uncle on the other hand, now there was a job for him.
When his best friends had told him about the impending arrival of the little Granger-Malfoy, he burst into tears.
Theo didn't think he would be a good father. Uncle on the other hand, now there was a job for him.
When his best friends had told him about the impending arrival of the little Granger-Malfoy, he burst into tears.
Hermione’s head fell back over the edge of the Prefects’ bath, losing herself to the sensation of her hand buried beneath the bubbles and between her legs.
It was the most effective way of relieving her pent up stress, to watch it melt away with
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*PTSD and panic attack
Those usual noise of the Burrow faded into a hazy hum. Hermione sat alone on the sofa, staring into the flickering embers of the fire while her hands white-knuckled her cocoa, trying to hide beneath a calm facade.
*PTSD and panic attack
Those usual noise of the Burrow faded into a hazy hum. Hermione sat alone on the sofa, staring into the flickering embers of the fire while her hands white-knuckled her cocoa, trying to hide beneath a calm facade.
Ginny dipped the flannel into the sudsy bath water. Hermione was grateful for the attention and care her friend was affording her, but she couldn’t find her voice to say as much.
She’d been wordless for hours.
It was selfish, and weak, and she hated herself for it,
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Ginny dipped the flannel into the sudsy bath water. Hermione was grateful for the attention and care her friend was affording her, but she couldn’t find her voice to say as much.
She’d been wordless for hours.
It was selfish, and weak, and she hated herself for it,
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Hermione Granger was not having A Very Good Day. This happened four times on a series of Very Bad Days, in month of Agonising Weeks to make up what she was sure to be Th Worst Year Of Her Life.
Why, you ask?
Hermione Granger was not having A Very Good Day. This happened four times on a series of Very Bad Days, in month of Agonising Weeks to make up what she was sure to be Th Worst Year Of Her Life.
Why, you ask?
From a distance, he could make out Granger’s shrill voice scolding the sod that hit him off his broom.
“You’re a right todger, Ron Weasley!”
Draco concurred, nodding.
From a distance, he could make out Granger’s shrill voice scolding the sod that hit him off his broom.
“You’re a right todger, Ron Weasley!”
Draco concurred, nodding.
“The–the dress code is just so fucking strict and I can’t–I can’t,” Hermione’s movements grew more frantic as she tried to loosen her trousers and shake off her jacket.
She was completely drained and over-stimulated from playing the Golden Girl
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“The–the dress code is just so fucking strict and I can’t–I can’t,” Hermione’s movements grew more frantic as she tried to loosen her trousers and shake off her jacket.
She was completely drained and over-stimulated from playing the Golden Girl
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Harry sucked on the junction of her neck and shoulder, grinding upwards. Pansy struggled to breathe as she pushed herself down on his broad thigh.
His teeth grazed her skin before he ducked for her breasts. She cupped his face to her chest.
Harry sucked on the junction of her neck and shoulder, grinding upwards. Pansy struggled to breathe as she pushed herself down on his broad thigh.
His teeth grazed her skin before he ducked for her breasts. She cupped his face to her chest.
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
I'm but your humble servant, I'm here to kneel at your altar and worship the gifts you give us.
I don't care if the story feels the same as a previous one you wrote or if the drawing is the same scene in a different angle. I just want to be blessed 🙏🏻
I'm but your humble servant, I'm here to kneel at your altar and worship the gifts you give us.
I don't care if the story feels the same as a previous one you wrote or if the drawing is the same scene in a different angle. I just want to be blessed 🙏🏻
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.
AI is nothing but lazy theft, the definition of lacking imagination and sparkle
(Take a drink every time I say sparkle. Also fuck AI)
AI is nothing but lazy theft, the definition of lacking imagination and sparkle
(Take a drink every time I say sparkle. Also fuck AI)
This prompt was postet on a discord server, something in my brain clicked and here is my first ever drabble. (1/34)
This prompt was postet on a discord server, something in my brain clicked and here is my first ever drabble. (1/34)
“They put up a good fight,” she admitted as a Healer worked on the slicing jinx on Draco's arm. It's been 14 against two, but they'd managed.
“They put up a good fight,” she admitted as a Healer worked on the slicing jinx on Draco's arm. It's been 14 against two, but they'd managed.
A late night at work had led to a long conversation as she'd habitually led Draco to the Muggle tube station she used to get to North London flat. But she had been hungry, and his offhand suggestion turned into this.
A late night at work had led to a long conversation as she'd habitually led Draco to the Muggle tube station she used to get to North London flat. But she had been hungry, and his offhand suggestion turned into this.
She associates him with kindness.
Odd, really, considering how they got to know each other. She was lying on the floor of his dungeon. Cold, starving, her clothes soiled through.
She associates him with kindness.
Odd, really, considering how they got to know each other. She was lying on the floor of his dungeon. Cold, starving, her clothes soiled through.