mad because how dare the universe try to take her from me when I just got her back, you know? And I feel so guilty because I am jealous that I’m not part of her core support system, and that makes me feel horrible because it’s not about me. Idk.

I’m struggling.

because it’s not happening TO ME, and because we weren’t able to know each other growing up so our relationship is still very new. But we’ve gotten so close over the last few years and now I’m just like, what the fuck.

Like, I’m struggling but I feel like I’m not allowed to be but I’m so fucking

A/n i have written Dramione in over a year. 😭 I have missed these two so much - and this community! I have so many drabbles i made over on twitter and wish i could have brought them here.

But! I’m excited to share with you all again - and excited to read what you’ve written. 🥰

him dress in his black robes.

“It’s who I have to be, Hermione. To keep you safe. To keep Scorpius safe.”

He grabs his mask from the bedside table, leans in for a quick kiss, and disappears from the quiet cabin.

“I love you.” She tells him. “Mark or no mark, I will always love you. That is not who you are.”

She watches his eyes shudder, feels his body stiffen beneath her. Slowly he slips away - first emotionally, then with one flick of his wrist, physically.

She props herself up on one elbow and watches

She follows the pattern of the snake’s body, almost making to the head before he pulls his arm away.

“Don’t touch that.” He says, his voice still wrung out and scratchy, but more stern. “I hate when you touch that.”

“Draco,” Hermione starts, tilting her head to look into his silver eyes.

There’s no deadlines, no ministry games they have to play or head games with their “friends”. It’s just the two of them, together.

Draco’s other hand reaches across his torso to snag her fingers in his. “Mmmtickles.” He mumbles. She lets out a light laugh, her fingers tracing the lines on his arm.

She watches his chest rise and fall from her place - her head perched on his shoulder, one hand tracing light circles across his chest and abdomen.

The hand Draco has tangled in her hair is massaging her scalp ever so slightly and if she could, she’d be purring. These moments are her bliss.

Always my comfort fall back.

to memory.

“Draco.” He starts moving faster. “Draco, I can’t - stop!” She begs, pushing his shoulders.

He begins crying, then. His head drops to her chest.

“I love you, Hermione.” She stroked her hands through his hair. “I’ve been betrothed to Astoria.” Her hands still as her world crashes.

A single tear escapes Draco’s eye, snaking down Hermione’s cheek, pulling her from her haze.

She reaches up to hold his cheek. Her thumb swiping the damp spot. “Draco? What’s wrong, my love?”

His eyes are devastated as he looks at her. Scanning her face as if he’s trying to commit every freckle