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“I’ve never known you to be purposefully obtuse, Hermione.” He had seemed to pick the thought from her mind. Hermione blushed, and his hand swept further into her hair and cradled her head. She couldn’t help but lean into it, the feeling so overwhelmingly good it was hard to pay attention to anything else. He leaned in, his stormy blue eyes dropping to gaze at her parted lips and she couldn’t help but dart her tongue out to wet them.

“Admit it,” he said quietly, lips brushing ever so slightly against hers. Hermione breathed in slowly, skin alight to his touch. Her mind was slower than normal, and she distantly remembered how she had detested Tom for weeks and weeks before this. His breath was dampening her lips, hot and making Hermione’s resolve crumble. “Tell me,” he pressed.

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ever-changing and eternal: pt 1

Lord Riddle sighed and leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving hers. “I think it shows weakness. Humans have always been slaves to their emotions, passionate with love and war.”

“You sound like you resent those feelings, my Lord.” Hermione had been talking to him so casually during these hours, it didn’t feel unnatural to verbally spar with him.

“I do resent them. I like logic, reason.” His eyes flicked to the fire, orange glinting in the dark blue. “Those traits are superior and should rule. Passion makes man an idiot, a fool.” 

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ever-changing and eternal

Hermione thought they were the only two witches in Little Hangleton, the village nestled in a valley between two mountains. Her whole life she had been told to hide her magic, and not reveal what she was studying under Minerva for fear of the muggles in the village finding out. She thought she was alone, the only one who knew what it was like to hide the best part of herself.

She was wrong.

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It all starts with a dream.

A sci-fi AU that takes place 400 years after the collapse of Earth. Updated on a bi-weekly basis. Sometimes I illustrate scenes and plop them in there. Rating will change as chapters progress.

Usagi in her observation deck from my space AU orbital velocity.  

Usagi gleefully takes the tray, bounding over to the observation chair and spinning it to her flat table surface she eats at. It has a clear view of her cupola, her giant window facing the outside and the whole purpose she's here: the universe and this solar system.