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and  I   found   love   where   it   wasn't  supposed  to  be,   right  in  front  of  me.

○  ﹕    𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙾    ,      @malfyd​​  sent      ❛    some  spells  take  years  to  cast    ❜    .  .  . 

❛    that’s    𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭    to    know    draco    ...    ❜      head  tilts  as  he  leans  into  a  condescending  smile  with  ease  .    ❛    but  frankly  ;    i  don’t  have  years  to  wait  .    ❜      unfair  as  it  may  be  to  take  the  frustration  of  failure  out  on  a  friend  it  is  a  move  to  be  anticipated  ,  if  still  unwelcomed  .    fuses  run  short  this  time  of  year  so  it  is  unfortunate  they  are  most  familiar  with  the  cold  ,  misplaced  sort  of  anger  .

@malfyd word prompts // accepting

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

May 15, 2003

After the chaos of their teenage years, maybe some people would find their routine now to be boring, but Hermione couldn’t be happier with it. Coming home after a long day of work she was more often than not exhausted, the kind that ran straight to your bones and made every step weary. There wasn’t much talking on days like that, but it was a silence not fraught with anything. They were just comfortable, happy to be in each others presence but not having to speak on it. 

She had made it home before him, only mustering up enough bother to get herself into the shower after a light dinner, leaving some in the fridge for him but knowing he’d probably eaten at work. Once she was fresh and clean, Hermione settled herself onto their plush sofa with her worn copy of The Catcher in the Rye. 

He arrived home some time into the fourth chapter, kicking off his shoes at the door and heading towards her wordlessly. Hermione looked up from her book long enough to cast him an adoring smile and a whispered greeting before he was plopping onto the sofa beside her, the lines of his face drawn with weariness. Draco lay down, head nestled on her lap and she went back to her reading, only a few short moments passing before her hand took its place atop his head, fingers caressing through the silky blonde strands in a calming manner. 

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 — — @malfyd​​​.

                                                   “Draco, my sweet...” 

          Patience was wearing thin, and it showed on haughty features. Dark eyes narrowed to beady points and the shape of her mouth seemed to mimic the idea of tasting something foul. It was only her own patience that led her to act this way, annoyance creeping up her spine as he, again, did not seem to grasp how it worked. 

𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀  𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒  𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒  &  /    👗  fashion   style   asked   by  @pughface   &  @malfyd

it’s    all     wrapped     up     neatly    with    a    bow    on     top.     she    has    even    wrapped    the     small     box     up     with     green     paper,    the     ribbon    that    dangles     a    striking    red     colour     that’s     sure     to     catch     his     eyes.     a     blush     creeps    up     on    her    cheeks    as     light     hues     flutter     up    to     look    at     him,     a     small     snowflake     falling    onto    her    eyelashes.     she    doesn’t     know     why     she’s    so     nervous     ,     perhaps     it’s     because     it’s     the    first     time     she’s     given     him     a     gift     ,    or    perhaps     because      it’s      him      she’s     giving     it    to.      ❝      here     ,     i     know    we     said     no     gifts     but    i     couldn’t     help     myself.      ❞  

❝     𝐈𝐅  𝐈  𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐒𝐀𝐘  𝐒𝐎,  but  i   think   the  reason  for  these  types  of  events  is  that   you  are  suppose  to   dance  at   them  and  i  don’t   think   i’ve  yet   to   see  you  step   foot   on   the   main   floor  at   a   single   one   of   them.   ❞   &  /  @malfyd​