Beauty in the loneliness

“Who is she…”

if i were to summarize my summer vacation it would be: DRAMIONE 🎀🤯✨🤭

part 3: desperate to make amends

Dramione Month Day 4: Sectumsempra

Secret relationship dramione will always be near and dear to my heart 🥹

it has been a while since they left Hogwarts, the war, and each other behind. for a fresh start, they said.

but it seemed like their lives have just begun again within the embrace of reunion.

Song: Anh sẽ nhớ mãi (I will always remember) - Nhà Chín Muồi

Co-worker dramione>>>>

Summary: Rita Skeeter is doing her thing again, and Hermione is not having it.

Draco doesn’t mind being featured in the Prophet, except this time, it could ruin his friendship with Granger.

And he’s grown rather fond of having her close.

“Is this how you will kill me, Granger? Too bad I can see right through your glamour. 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒎.”

Late night in the library - 8th year. Draco and Hermione.

"it's okay, Granger. I have you."

Forget Heroes and Monsters

WIP

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?"

She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice.

Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising."

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“Draco?” The name left her mouth before she could think better of it, but it was him. His hair was longer than she had ever seen it, tied up in a rather dashing fashion. He cut a rather nice figure all around in that armor, if she were being frank.

“I am afraid you are mistaken, mademoiselle,” He said in impeccable French, his pronunciation ever so slightly off for the period. “My name is Armand.”

Hermione pressed closer, crowding him to the wall, away from prying eyes and ears.

“You look the part. I’d almost believe you, Malfoy, but I’m on assignment from the Time Division. I’ve been sent here to rescue you.”

Draco’s eyes widened, and if she’d had any doubts before, now she was absolutely certain it was him.

“Now, let’s go, before we accidentally change history. You’ve clearly been here too long as it is.”

“Granger, I can’t leave,” he said, dropping the pretense and switching to English. “As far as I can find, Armand Malfoy- my whateverty-eth grandfather- he doesn’t exist.”

“She was a nymph, crowned in wine-red oak. She was the loveliness of autumn, the warmth of a hearth-fire against chill evenings, the elusiveness of summer’s last goodbye, lined with golden sun.

Enchanting. The want – to pull her down on top of him, to kiss her – was searing. But one dallied with nymphs at one’s peril. Draco merely drank in the loveliness.

The want fractured his soul.

It was fine.

The nymph almost hit him in the balls again as she rose.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 30: Samhain, by @isthisselfcare

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