Wanderlust

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fanfic: brittany4824 on AO3

Desire, Temptation, Regret and Remorse 

*I intend to make a zine of the collective sketches I’ve made of these two! it isn’t canon it purely an AU project*

“Well, Malfoy, how about when we are out in the field, in a library, you don’t bring tea? Hmmm? How about you bring professionalism , a positive attitude and consider how your inadequacies will impact me?” Corny isn’t quite sure but he believes he hears her also add “whiny sot” under her breath.

“Swotty mouthed…”

Shared trauma is like a magpie, mimicking the call of something that sounds similar to love. As Hogwarts rebuilt, Hermione sought refuge in The Burrow, keeping a room with Ginny, counting the days until she could return to school. It was a place to hide. A shelter where sorrow was accepted as the norm. During the summer, she would often walk with Ron, quietly, as if not to disturb his grief, all the while wishing she could discuss a book or a spell or a newspaper article with him, anything that would keep her brain busy to distract from her own pain. It was in these quiet moments that she fully realized that Ron was not a boy of words. The awareness that her imaginary musings of a life together would not contain her ideal daydream of two partners -- sharing tea, while discussing the latest translation of Cornelius Agrippa’s masterworks from the original German -- just added to her melancholy. But she carried on.

-- Needles & Pins -- Chapter 1

Sneak Peak # 2 from the Dramione Fic @kmd0107​ and I are working on! Slightly more than six sentences ;) (Banner created by @elliebear75​ )

A snippet from Resilience

A scant few meters away, the werewolf cocked his head and tilted it back, inhaling deeply. Harry turned to her, eyes wide with the same fear that froze her in place. They couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was clear that Greyback could sense them, smell them if Hermione had to guess. He’d be able to pinpoint precisely where they stood.

A few more cracks of apparition could be heard deeper in the woods, but Hermione’s attention was drawn to the figure emerging from the shadows. Where Greyback was large and hulking this person was tall, lithe, and almost graceful, clad in the dark robes and silver mask of a Death Eater. He joined Greyback at the edge of their hasty protections, turned toward them, and the air shivered with familiar magic. She frowned at the recognition. He turned to Greyback and shook his head.  

Draco: Salazar's balls. We don't need a photo shoot. It's just a bloody trinket.

A sneak peak from the Dramione Fic @kmd0107​ and I have been working on since October! Posting will begin next month! (Banner created by @elliebear75​ )

A snippet from Chp 1 of Resilience 

Draco heard her huff with indignation. “Oh, honestly! You have no idea what kind of pressure I’m under, trying to keep my marks up whilst also keeping you and Ronald safe from yourselves. And to be quite frank, it’s times like this where I wonder why I even bother with that!” 

 She pushed past him as she stomped away, knocking him into Theo, who had managed to catch up to him while he was distracted by Potter and Granger, as she headed up the stairs. He watched her disappear around the corner, hair wildly whipping around behind her. She had no bloody clue what real pressure felt like. 

“Tell me more about you.”

“No,” she giggled.  “We agreed.”

“But you get to see my home, my life…”  Logan’s fingers traced down her spine as she lay on her stomach in the middle of his bed, drying from their shower in the warm light of an afternoon sunbeam streaming through his window.

“My life is dull.  It’s boring,” Veronica mused, her skin turning to goosebumps as his fingers reached her buttocks and retreated.  “You are not.”

“How could someone as beautiful as you have a boring life?”

“Okay.  Fine.  You got me.  I work for the CIA.  Now I have to kill you.” Her laugh was husky like an exaggerated character in a bad play.

“I can think of a few fun ways you could attempt to suffocate me….”

With that, Logan slid closer to her, their lips connecting again, hungry for more of whatever she was willing to give him.

“Logan Echolls? No. Oh, no.” Veronica slid the printout back across Nish’s desk in the campus tutoring center and folded her arms over her chest.

Nish waved off her concerns, crammed behind the desk, and tried to lean back but bumped the wall.

“Come on. Do you even know him? It can’t be that bad.”