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Source - The One He Couldn’t Collect

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Nalu Winter Wonderland Day 1: Cookies & Warm Drinks 

"Normally," he murmurs, voice rough and low, "I don’t kiss the people I fuck."

Hermione blinks, breath shallow.

"But your lips..." he adds, eyes flickering down to her mouth. "I’ve listened to your voice for weeks. Months. Years. All that control, all that fire—" He touches her jaw with just two fingers, tilting her chin. "I had to know what the voice tasted like."

And then— He kisses her again, deeper this time. Possessive. Not like someone testing waters. Like someone claiming territory.

She lets him.

Because for the first time in weeks, she doesn’t feel like control.

She feels like want.

And as his mouth moves against hers again—insistent, steady, hungry but never rushed—Hermione realizes something else too.

Whatever their roles are, whatever lines they draw between duty and desire, this man in front of her? He thinks like her.

Same logic. Same timing. Same control.

She pulls back just enough to breathe, to ask, voice barely above a whisper but sharp with curiosity:

"So? What did it taste like?"

A pause.

The kind that lingers with weight.

Then he smirks—soft, crooked, utterly dangerous.

"Like heat wearing a badge. Like the sound of a rule breaking in real time. Like something I should never have tasted—because knowing it exists means everything else has to fall apart."

He leans in again, brushing his lips over hers—

"And also… chamomile. Definitely chamomile."

Source: One The Other End

"I just... I'm starting to think you might be right."

"Dangerous words," he replies. “Be specific, or I’ll assume you're finally acknowledging my genius.”

“About the stress. The whole ‘relieve it physically’ thing. Maybe it actually works.”

Malfoy goes silent.

Longer than usual.

Hermione glances at her phone, even though the call hasn’t dropped. Just quiet.

“Did you go somewhere?” she asks softly.

“No,” he says finally, a little strained. “Just thinking.”

Another pause. Then, slower:

“Do you have someone in mind?”

She blinks.

“Or are you speaking... functionally?”

....

She doesn’t remember falling asleep. One moment she’s dragging the coffee table slightly to the left, and the next—

Her phone buzzes.

The sharp vibration on the nightstand startles her awake. The screen lights up, casting a glow onto the ceiling like a flashlight under covers. She groans and blinks blearily at the time.

2:57 a.m.

A message.

From him.

Hermione blinks at the screen, heat rising in her face. She stares for a long time, and for once, has absolutely no idea what to type back.

I volunteer.

To be functional.

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“Alright,” he says, tone lighter now. “Hypothetical scenario for you.”

Harry narrows his eyes. “God, here we go.”

“Let’s say,” Cedric continues, ignoring him, “I’m entered into some kind of elite, probably fatal tournament. And you, by some tragic twist of magic—or clerical error—are forced to compete against me.”

Harry snorts. “Sounds realistic.”

“Would you try to beat me? Or would you nobly help me win because, obviously, I’m the chosen champion of your heart?”

Harry lifts an eyebrow. “Is this your roundabout way of saying I’d lose?”

He leans back in his chair with mock offense. “I mean, come on. Everyone’s been calling me ‘The Chosen One’ lately. You’d think that comes with perks.”

“I’m saying,” Cedric grins, “you’d try. Which is adorable.”

Harry shakes his head, finally letting the tension ease from his shoulders. “Right, and let me guess — our names magically show up in some freakin’ goblet or something? That’s how these bureaucratic mistakes happen now?”

Cedric grabs his jacket. “See? That’s a no. You’d sabotage me.” Here is my dramione fanfic: One The Other End

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