The scotty dog socks!

The HAND. I am flustered. 🫠

I’m unwell. This was perfect.

This week’s FIAL-related art is “Andromache Mourning Hector” by Jacques-Louis David, which depicts a moment from Homer’s Iliad where Hector’s wife grieves and invokes others to mourn, even though his death was the result of him murdering Patroclus. Because of his transgressions, she mourns alone. 🥲

ITS EVERYTHING MINA

He’s perfect. I can’t stop laughing at his little proud face 🥹 he loves those little ducks.

“I can think of several things that are worse,” he offered with a mix of optimistic antagonism.

Hermione dropped her head back, resting it between his shoulder blades with a groan of resignation. “Shut up, Malfoy.”

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-fin-

With a heavy sigh, Hermione bid farewell to her plans, knowing that, at least for the foreseeable future, she’d be stuck with Draco until a solution presented itself. “This is the worst.”

Draco hummed softly in thought and then gave a small shrug.

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“Can you reach your wand?” Draco asked as he fought against the restraints.

“Does it seem like I can reach my wand?” she bit back, equally as bound.

The two of them wriggled and strained in an attempt to loosen the ropes, but stopped at the risk of toppling over.

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Two thick coils of rope were serpentining their way through the cracked opening of the glowing door and gaining on them at a concerning speed.

Before she could defend herself & Draco against it, the ropes wrapped around them, forcing their backs flushed to one another in growing tightness.

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“Granger, wand. Now.” His voice adopted a sense of urgency as he reached a hand toward her.

The sudden shift in demeanor delayed Hermione’s reaction time slightly. She spun to face him while reaching for her wand secured in her hair, but was quickly confronted with the source of the noise.

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he stated as he followed behind her.

“It’s Riesling and tapas,” she said with a scoff over her shoulder. “And I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this: stop looking at my day planner.”

“Well stop leaving it“ Draco’s words stopped abruptly at the sound of hissing from behind them.

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She turned to head back to the lifts. “So glad we could endure this fantastically average door together, Malfoy.”

“I’m certain that mysterious lights in the bowels of the Ministry are far more exciting than whatever Chablis and crudité you and Red were going to indulge in this evening,”

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“I /told you/ it was just a door,” Draco said, though she didn’t miss the sigh of relief that had preceded his statement.

Hermione checked her watch & let out a groan. Investigating the door after hours at Draco’s insistence had made her significantly late for her happy hour plans with Ginny.

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After several seconds, she peeked an eye open to see what greeted them, foe or otherwise, but was instead
greeted with nothing at all.

“Huh,” was all she managed,
brows furrowed with the lack of pomp shielded behind the door.

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her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of whatever lay beyond the illuminated threshold.

With a steadying and only slightly hesitant breath, she turned the knob on the door, allowing the blue light to spill out into the darkened hallway of the Ministry’s underground corridor.

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Hermione rolled her eyes and reached a hand toward the door. “How wonderfully chivalrous of you.”

He smirked to himself, taking the compliment sans sarcasm, much to her dismay.

While she wouldn’t let Draco see,

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“And I’d like to imagine that if there were something truly nefarious on the other side
of it, it would take pity on you, giving me plenty of time to flee… you know, for safety purposes. Getting help and all of that.”

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