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Part II of The Philomath & The Vindicated Series Available now on Ao3

Join me as I branch out into magic like you’ve never seen. A long forgotten werewolf pack, a noble society of sirens from the Aegean Sea, a secret village of fairies, Gods of an ancient time and friends from a great Academy of Magic. Hermione and Draco have their work cut out for them.

Part II of The Philomath & The Vindicated is available now on Ao3. A big thank you to @chrisfroot for this wonderful cover art!

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Draco had no thoughts now, he was in a state of limbo. Hermione Granger was straddled on his lap and looking at him as if she meant to devour him right there. What was she waiting for?

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She was rambling and even though Draco could normally keep up with her, he was beginning to have different urges, especially so, since she was sitting on his lap.  His eyes lingered on her neck. Hermione was a very emphatic speaker, so as she moved, her jawline was pronounced and the vein in her neck thrummed in place. He found he would rather hear a different sound come from her mouth, the more incoherent the better.

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“Draco, we can’t!” Hermione whispered into the darkness, his hand on her wrist pulling her through rows and rows of shelves filled with thick tomes.  “Oh, come on, Granger. Live a little.” There was something warm and enchanting about Draco’s voice. “What if someone finds us?” she asked looking over her shoulder. “We’ll just need to be quiet is all.”

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“They won’t wake for some time, Mr. Potter. In the meantime, I insist you return us, at once!” Ellesse shouted. “Enough commander,” Opagon said sternly. “We will remain until the girl is in their custody and the situation has been stabilized.”  “With all due respect–” “Respect is due. I said enough,” Opagon said, facing Harry once again.

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“You lied to me this morning. When I asked you if there was something you needed to tell me.” “I didn’t lie.” The words gritted through Castor’s teeth, and he tried to remain quiet. “Haze doesn’t deserve all this. He’s just a child, and you left him to Isyus.”  The words lingered between them, and a new realization settled on Ambros. Castor, his brother, his second in command, had not agreed with his methods.

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She would not cry and cower in the corner like she did when Haze was commanded to bite her.  She would not lay in defeat in a cold dark cell until death claimed her.  No. She would face death now by looking at it right in the eyes.