holiday fluff
“This is nice,” Hermione hummed, wrapping her arms around Draco’s waist. She leaned her head against his back, breathing in the vanilla extract and spearmint that clung to him like a second skin.
holiday fluff
“This is nice,” Hermione hummed, wrapping her arms around Draco’s waist. She leaned her head against his back, breathing in the vanilla extract and spearmint that clung to him like a second skin.
Hermione was smiling like a schoolgirl when she returned to her flat that night.
He had invited her out.
Was it a date? Surely it was. Or… maybe not. Maybe he had someone. They hadn’t exactly talked about it.
Hermione was smiling like a schoolgirl when she returned to her flat that night.
He had invited her out.
Was it a date? Surely it was. Or… maybe not. Maybe he had someone. They hadn’t exactly talked about it.
She tried to focus on the multiple orders she got over the next few days — organised people had already started their Christmas shopping — really, she did.
But her mind wouldn’t leave her alone.
He had been here. Right in front of the counter.
She tried to focus on the multiple orders she got over the next few days — organised people had already started their Christmas shopping — really, she did.
But her mind wouldn’t leave her alone.
He had been here. Right in front of the counter.
She was in the back when she heard the bell, followed by tiny, hurried footsteps and then a small, hopeful, “Hullo?”
She stepped out to the front and found—no one.
She was in the back when she heard the bell, followed by tiny, hurried footsteps and then a small, hopeful, “Hullo?”
She stepped out to the front and found—no one.
It was widely known in the wizarding world that Draco Malfoy had slipped out of the tabloids after the death of his wife, Astoria Greengrass—leaving him a widower and single father to Scorpius Malfoy.
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The second he closed the door behind him and rested his back against it, he started regretting what he was about to do.
As promised @drpansyparkinson.bsky.social 🫡🙂↕️
*.✧.*
The second he closed the door behind him and rested his back against it, he started regretting what he was about to do.
Demons can lie to you. You have to rebuke them categorically, rather than fold when they say the right words.
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Demons can lie to you. You have to rebuke them categorically, rather than fold when they say the right words.
“Stunning,” he murmured, gaze fixed on her.
Her eyes softened. “Stop trying to seduce me in front of the books.”
He smirked, leaned in. “Not a chance.”
#dramione
“Stunning,” he murmured, gaze fixed on her.
Her eyes softened. “Stop trying to seduce me in front of the books.”
He smirked, leaned in. “Not a chance.”
#dramione