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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.

@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. 

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.

   “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.

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."

*feel free to take or leave anything after the bolded words! i added them to help spark inspiration but you don't have to follow them as it's written

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

[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

   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.

"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.

   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.

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."