Indie&Private Hermione Jean Granger, penned and loved by Laura ( GMT+1 / 30+ )
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Indie&Private Hermione Jean Granger, penned and loved by Laura ( GMT+1 / 30+ )

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AS SAID BY ISABELA - REMARKS AND COMMENTS * assorted combat dialogue and other remarks from dragon age II
someone needs a good spanking!
you're leaving? just like that? what about sex?
if you're not going to get drunk with me, i'm afraid i can't take you seriously.
you thought i was going to say something dirty.
i feel i should say... something.
family's not just the people you're related to by blood. there are other people who care about you.
i'm sorry, i don't speak "never-gets-sex-again."
looking for a ditch to lay face down in? i can recommend one.
i think i need a bath. do you think i need a bath?
your death toll is approaching natural disaster.
if we kill them, we get their stuff!
trust me, it's better this way.
now this needs to be convincing. and you'll need to get creative.
come on, haven't you ever wanted to slap me? just a little?
the more the merrier, i suppose!
now you're making me nervous.
you know what they say about men like that, don't you?
i'm too far away! what do you want me to do, shout at them?
i'll make you cry for your mother!
watch out for the squirrels. they can be vicious little bastards.
something about this place is unsettling. it's like... underwear that never quite sits right.
need a hand? why yes! yes i do!
oh look at them! they're like kittens who want to eat you.
you hit like my grandmother.
i need a good, long sleep when i get home.
we had a short-lived drinking game based on how many enemies you have. it killed a man.
nothing like a near-death experience to get the blood pumping.
oh... i need a drink.
your hair looks funny in this light.
you're like an itch i can't scratch. or something. i'm not good at metaphors.
what's that foul smell? is that you?
being close to death is very bad for my morale.
i'm going to need to catch my breath!
and they say drinking never solves anything!
i need a stiff one... and a drink.
smells like smoke, burning metal, and aeons of misery.
you take me to all the nice places.
shall i give it a go?
time for a drink!
don't you die on me!
don't mind me, it's just a flesh wound.
ah, i'm all right. who needs kidneys anyways?
oh, let's not do that again.
can you imagine how sore you'd be if it was your job to bury all of these idiots?
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Joe Bolton, from "Alcohol" [ID'd]

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@amicitxa: cont.
Draco does pay his dues. In fact, he’s paid a year ahead even if he wouldn’t be living there. And he helps get groceries, which works out because ofttimes Hermione is busier than him, which is saying something considering his own schedule. They make it work. It almost feels normal. And her being home more now won’t change anything, al least, Draco thinks that it won’t.
He cleans up his mess on the counter, he’s had books scattered about as he studies at the island. Sometimes he gets stir crazy in his room and roams out into the living area to study instead. He supposes that they’ll both have to get used to each others company around there.
“Not yet. I could help if you like? You’d be surprised how good of a meal I can make.” Draco smiles despite himself because it’s true. While they’d had house elves, he’d gone around teaching himself how to do things. He hadn’t wanted to rely on them like his parents did. Besides, growing up, he’d had to entertain himself and learned to cook was a good way to do that. “What were you going to make?”
Sometimes she SURPRISES herself when she gets home and he's there, like it should be the most normal thing in the world, or maybe it should be the opposite of it, but it's not. She's...gotten used to having him around, even if they don't see each other much, calculating how many groceries she needs to buy with Draco in mind.
It's should be weird, and sometimes it is, but not as much as one would EXPECT. "I was thinking about pasta with a tomato vegetable sauce," she offers him a smile, heading towards the fridge. "We've still got a lot of left over vegetables, like zucchini and bell pepper, those work well in a pasta sauce, don't you think?" Putting the vegetables onto the table, Hermione nods towards the food cupboard, "Do you think you could get the pasta? It's a little high for me to reach," She should consider not putting essential stuff up there, maybe, but she doesn't have to rely on herself as much these days with Draco around to help, so she doesn't.
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i just don't understand how you don't miss me.
i may never open up the way i did for you.
do you hate me?
you knew the price goin' in.
i can tell when somebody still wants me.
whether i'm gonna curse you out or take you back to my house, i haven't decided yet.
you were never not mine.
even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.
we broke all the pieces but still want to play the game.
told my friends i hate you, but i love you just the same.
pick your poison, babe. i'm poison either way.
they tried to warn you about me.
you're in terrible danger.
i tried to warn you about them.
if you want to break my cold, cold heart, just say "i loved you the way that you were."
you said some things that i can't unabsorb.
you needed me, but you needed drugs more.
if you want to tear my world apart, say you'll always wonder.
will i always wonder?
i can't pretend like i understand.
how did it end?
it's happening again.
tell me 'bout the first time you saw me.
are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?
no one's ever had me, not like you.
tell me something awful.
tell me all your secrets.
i don't believe in good luck now that i know what's what.
seems like it was never even fun back then.
i'm lonely, but i'm good.
i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.
this place made me feel worthless.
i can't forgive the way you made me feel.
there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.
maybe you've reframed it and in your mind you didn't beat my spirit black and blue.
i don't think you've changed much.
everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman but she used to say she wished that you were dead.
does it feel alright to not know me?
i'm addicted to the "if only."
i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.
i don't want money. i just want someone who wants my company.
do you believe me now?
they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware. what happens if it becomes who you are?
is it something i did?
i thought it was just goodbye for now.
you said you were gonna grow up then you were gonna come find me.
life was always easier on you than it was on me.
i didn't want to hang around.
we must stop meeting like this.
you are bloodthirsty.
you have no room in your dreams for regrets.
i'm not a donor but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.
the story isn't mine anymore.
“You’re welcome,” Harry replies quietly back, almost as if he’s afraid to break the spell between them. And he is well aware of the irony in that phrasing too. He is surprised, of course, that Hermione doesn’t have any immediate plans to get her family returned to London. But then, he understands. There are bound to be some complications once they do get back, some confusion on their part. It wasn’t going to be easy for Hermione and he felt bad for it.
“Very well then. Do let me know if you need any help with anything there, alright?” He hoped that she would take that offer seriously. He’d already been doing everything he could to help the Weasley’s, now he was extending the same to her.
“Anytime, Hermione. You needn’t even ask. You’re my best friend and I …,” It shouldn’t be difficult to say. He’d told her that he loved her before, but this time … this time it felt different. “I love you. Whatever else happens, know that.” He’d do anything for her. Ron may have been his first friend in the wizarding world, but Hermione had been the first one to truly understand him and he vice versa. They’d always had each others backs and he knew that they always would.
She briefly TRIES to remember if they ever said those words to each other, even the three of them that is. She knows she's told him in other words, that first year when she had told him that books and cleverness weren't everything, and that he was incredibly brave, and during the final battle, when she had offered to go along with him to what would have been their certain death.
Still, she'd never heard him say those words before, and it does something to her, makes a spark of warmth settle in her chest that spreads throughout her entire body easily, eventually causing the corners of her lips to curve upwards. "I love you too, in case that wasn't clear." Hermione then says, swatting at his chest lightly. "I didn't take you for such a sap, Harry."
She's teasing, of course she is, her smile genuine as she steps back just a little, clearing her throat. "Well. Should we do something more uplifting then? Have some dinner, perhaps? Go for a walk?"
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an art museum shortly before closing, there is no one else in the art exhibition except them
their teenage bedroom but the room is empty except for a few cardboard boxes full of their old things
an old church that has chipped wood and broken windows
an empty playground at night, one of street light's lightbulbs seems to be dying as it flickers across the street
stuck in an elevator, it's been almost an hour and there's still no sign that help is on the way
an 80s/90s themed mall where a few of the stores actually feature real clothes from that era
a cemetery at 3am sharp, the fog is making it hard to see even though they have flashlights
a picnic that's set up in the middle of a grassy field, the sun has just started to set
the beach on a sunny day, the sound of children laughing in the distance alongside the seagulls begging for food
a grocery store past midnight, the only other people in the store are the workers
an empty hallway of a hospital, it's dark outside and the overhead light in this hallway are dimmed
a grungy motel room in a motel that definitely has rats living in the walls
a college party in a fraternity / sorority house, the music is a tad too loud and they're running out of food
a dressing room full of performers after a big performance, there's a bouquet of flowers with a note attached laying on their vanity
an empty dressing room hours after a big performance, there's a bouquet of flowers with a note attached laying on their vanity
outside of a train station at midnight, the air is cold and there's a light drizzle
a crowded nightclub on new years eve, the countdown to midnight is just about to start
their dining room but there's a blizzard outside, nobody is getting in or out of the house for the next day or two
the waiting room of a detective's office in the early hours of the morning
beside a broken down vehicle on one of the back roads, you're an hour away from town and nobody ever uses the back roads anymore
the driver and passengers seats while driving for the past 2 hours, they're starting to think they may have taken a wrong turn

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (a collection of spicy prompts with various contexts. They were left vague to match varying levels of spice and situations.) → add + reverse to reverse the roles!
[OFFICE]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's office
[CAR]: sender and receiver are making out in receiver's car
[BITE]: while kissing, sender bites receiver's lips
[PULL]: sender pulls on receiver's hair to expose their neck
[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall
[LAP]: sender pulls receiver onto their lap
[ELEVATOR]: sender and receiver are making out in an elevator
[FLIRT]: sender flirts with receiver to make them blush
[CHOKE]: sender grabs receiver by the throat
[KNIFE]: sender uses a knife to rip receiver's clothes
[GROWL]: sender growls in receiver's ears
[QUIET]: sender orders receiver to be more quiet
[COLLAR]: sender grabs receiver by the collar to pull them closer
[WRESTLE]: sender wrestles receiver, pinning them on the floor
[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears
[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear
[HALLWAY]: after inviting receiver into their flat, sender and receiver start making out in the hallway
[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing
[MUFFLE]: sender puts their hand over receiver's mouth to keep them quiet
[PUBLIC]: sender and receiver are making out in a secluded but public place
[TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party
I love how in sync Harry and Hermione are. There are so many instances of them communicating nonverbally and sharing little jokes or insights or warnings like this.
Derek felt a bit better as the conversation turns to her rather than what they might be up against. "I've heard a lot about what Hermione Granger can do," he says with a smile, "but I don't think she's ever had a werewolf on her side like me." They could protect one another if they found themselves in some kind of trouble. "Why don't we go over the rest of the case in the morning? I think we could both us a bit of sleep so we aren't talking in circles."
"GOOD IDEA." She agrees with a slight smile, finishing off her glass of wine. "It's been a long day." In truth, Hermione is long used to working overly long days, and even nights, but this case would probably take a lot out of them once it truly got going, so they should get as much rest as possible. "See you tomorrow bright and early?" She then adds, "Bed should be ready in the guest room, and towels are in the cupboard in the bathroom. Feel free to take anything else you need."
Draco didn’t know what he’d done to deserve Hermione’s KINDNESS. For that’s what it was. He wasn’t entirely sure that it was forgiveness because one: he hasn’t asked for it and two, he doesn’t expect it, not from her. However, he had found himself going to her after the war for help. And somehow, Hermione had given it. He was staying with her for the time being and avoiding his parents at all costs, trying to prove that he wasn’t associated with the Dark Arts anymore because if he was honest with himself, he had never wanted to be. Not really. And maybe his mother hadn’t either, but she’d followed Lucius just as much as he had done. And now, he was trying to make up for that. Surely that had to mean something.
When she started showing up at the apartment more and more, Draco expected Granger to kick him out, but when she said the opposite, he couldn’t help but feel relief. And either way, he’d meant what she’d said. He was only doing as well as he was because of her.
“Of course. You don’t need my permission to be here,” Draco replied with a small tilt of his head. “I’ll stay out of your way. Besides, between classes and the schedule at the hospital, the only time I’ve really been here is the morning in the evening. But I’m still … I’m GRATEFUL for all you’ve done for me, Hermione.” Hermione, he rarely said her first name out loud.
Hate, Hermione thinks, is a very STRONG word, and she's not sure she's ever really felt it, let alone for Draco. Sure, he'd been harsh on her when growing up, but she thinks that a lot of it had come from his upbringing, and he'd changed, or at least that's what it feels like. And with his parents in Azkaban and having no one else? How could she even begin to think of turning him away?
"Don't mention it." Why? Because she doesn't really know how to react to that. Doesn't know if she COULD explain to anyone, let alone him, why she's doing it. Harry knows Draco's living with her, and they barely talk to Ron these days anyway, giving him space to grieve his brother, so that's not something she has to worry about now.
Things are SLOWLY beginning to get better, and Hermione thinks that everyone deserves a chance to feel that way, as long as they make an effort to be better. "Have you eaten? I was going to cook some dinner."

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Harry is not entirely sure what he is going to do. The war is over. They have one. Yet why does it feel like they have not? As the music plays and Hermione slowly dances with him in his arms, he can feel a temporary PEACE with her there. He wants to hold onto this forever, onto her forever, but would she want that? He knows not to force her? Because Hermione knows her own mind and Harry knows that very well. It’s something he’s always admired about her.
His arms remain and comforting grip around her. He doesn’t know the song, in truth, Harry doesn’t know a whole lot of music due to his upbringing, except for the occasional tunes Mrs. Dursley would play in the kitchen. This one is something new and he likes it. One of his hands ends up finding themselves in her hair and he brushes his fingers gently through it, hoping Hermione doesn’t mind.
“You can stay as long as you like,” Harry tells her with a soft smile. And he means it. The Order of Pheonix Headquarters is his now. It’s empty, quiet. He supposes he can continue renovations, but what’s the point? Maybe he could go back to school first, if they’d take him back. He’d go for his auror career, if he even decided to stay there and then … then he would need some place to stay and Sirius’s old home is legally binding his now. But so is the Potter’s cottage in Godric’s Hollow. He could fix that one day too.
“Are you planning on going back to Australia?” Harry asked, voice gentle, knowing the subject could be a testy one. It had been HIS FAULT that Hermione had had to send her parents away there, had to wipe away their memories. “If you need support, I can go with you, help you explain everything.”
Truth be told: this is maybe the first time in her life Hermione has NO PLAN for what's going to happen next. It's only been a couple of months since the war has ended, and they've barely finished burying their friends, so she thinks she can be excused for not knowing what to do with the rest of her life.
It feels WEIRD, too, thinking that it's all over now. It's a good thing, of course, but ever since coming to Hogwarts she had ended up being put into danger, working towards defeating Voldemort, and now that it's done...it's like she needs to find a new purpose in life. They BOTH do.
"Thank you." Her voice softens, and some of the tension melts from her frame as she leans against him a little more, eyes slipping shut as Hermione takes in the warmth and familiar smell of her best friend. "Not yet, no." She finally says, fingers tightening in Harry's shirt just briefly. "I think they're doing well...and...I am not. I don't want them to worry. They're safe, so they can stay there for a little longer, and once i've figured everything out I'll see to them."
Hermione pulls back just a little, still swaying with Harry but wanting to look at him. "Thank you, though. That means a lot."
❝ i'm only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. i made it because of you. ❞ - ( Draco ) @legeandary
Sometimes Hermione thinks she SHOULDN'T forgive him for what he's done to her, but if the war has shown her anything, then it's to not be spiteful, and Draco had only been a child, like they all had been, is STILL a child now, who's as good as lost his parents, and if he wants to make amends, who is she to stop him?
She doesn't have to like him. Or be his friend, but she's not going to turn away anyone who needs HELP, because she'd want the same from other people. "All I did was give you a place to stay for a while," She says, titling her head to the side. The apartment she had rented had been empty for most of the time anyway, since she'd been out, keeping herself busy.
"And...I don't NEED you to move out, I'm just going to be home a little more than I have been before, so I wanted you to be aware of that,"