first date, memory loss
Draco looked out the window, watching a small tugboat move across the water as he waited.
“I’m so sorry I’m late! Line at the Apparition point,” she breathed out.
Draco turned to his date.
“It’s quite alright, Gra— Hermione,” he quickly corrected himself.
first date, memory loss
Draco looked out the window, watching a small tugboat move across the water as he waited.
“I’m so sorry I’m late! Line at the Apparition point,” she breathed out.
Draco turned to his date.
“It’s quite alright, Gra— Hermione,” he quickly corrected himself.
Here's my drawing for day 6: Cuddling 💜
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Here's my drawing for day 6: Cuddling 💜
#Zutara #ZutaraMonth #fanart #AvatarTheLastAirbender #NoAI
#DramioneMonth
#DramioneMonth
“You’re late.”
“Oh, piss off! If I wanted to be in the company of my mum I’d have just stayed home.”
“You’re not being held captive here. You’re more than welcome to leave, Pansy.”
“And have you tattle off to the Headmistress? Please, I’m not an idiot, Granger.”
“You’re late.”
“Oh, piss off! If I wanted to be in the company of my mum I’d have just stayed home.”
“You’re not being held captive here. You’re more than welcome to leave, Pansy.”
“And have you tattle off to the Headmistress? Please, I’m not an idiot, Granger.”
TW: Unplanned pregnancy
She opened her eyes with a gasp.
Cold.
Stone. Darkness.
No.
They had caught her. She was in a cell. She couldn’t run anymore. Panic seized her, sharp and overwhelming.
Think. Remember.
TW: Unplanned pregnancy
She opened her eyes with a gasp.
Cold.
Stone. Darkness.
No.
They had caught her. She was in a cell. She couldn’t run anymore. Panic seized her, sharp and overwhelming.
Think. Remember.
marriage law. angst.
“You can’t keep me here, locked away like some kind of prisoner, Malfoy! I’m your wife.”
Draco stopped in the middle of the corridor leading to his study, his fingers curled into his palms, nails digging into old wounds until they renewed.
marriage law. angst.
“You can’t keep me here, locked away like some kind of prisoner, Malfoy! I’m your wife.”
Draco stopped in the middle of the corridor leading to his study, his fingers curled into his palms, nails digging into old wounds until they renewed.