#sheknowsitall

Send in 🍷 to walk in on my muse WASTED – Hermione had prepared for this moment with much care and anticipation, waiting until every house mate had gone down to the Quidditch field before uncovering her newly acquired wine bottles and procuring a goblet from the common room. Her very first sip (from the second bottle ) was taken before the Fat Lady suddenly twisted open, and Hermione made a futile attempt at hiding the bottle, but gave up when she was obviously unsuccessful, seeing as Seamus was staring straight at her. Deciding her best weapon to not her ratted on was bargaining, she smiled and held up the bottle, “I’ll share it with you if you don’t tell anyone.”

“I’ll share it with you if you don’t tell anyone.”

Maybe there was something wrong with Seamus, but he just wasn’t particularly interested in Quidditch these days. He’d tried to get into it, go to the match and be supportive of Dean, but after the first bit of sitting in the stands watching the game, he found he didn’t have any more energy to cheer along. He ducked out of the stadium and made his way back to the dormitory, where he had every intention in the world of climbing into bed and taking a long, long nap.

These plans were intercepted, however, when he entered Gryffindor tower to find Hermione, badly trying to conceal a bottle of wine and acting more than a little hammered. Hermione Granger. The most straight-laced, tight-arsed person he’d ever met, including McGonagall. Sitting in the common room, getting pissed on pilfered booze. Today was strange.

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc . feel free to specify what and how .

Isabelle froze suddenly when he moved to wipe chocolate from her hot fudge sundae off the corner of her lip. The brunette smiled faintly, feeling a slight blush rushing to her cheeks. She brushed her bangs away from her face, “Thank you.”

@she--knows-it-all​ starter;;

                Playing the role of the redeemed wizard was tiring all on its own, but to do so in a ballroom consisting mostly of  GRYFFINDORS  and those who fought in the  LIGHT  SIDE  of the war was another thing entirely ---- with only cheap firewhisky to keep him sane, no less. How Lucius kept himself from rolling his eyes too often throughout the evening was beyond even his own comprehension. 

                ENDURE IT,  had been his mantra all night. 

                HOWEVER, when some prattling Minister official had been in a middle of an angry tirade about something or other, the Malfoy patriarch reached the end of his patience and decided enough was enough. As if being disgraced to mingle with those beneath him wasn’t bad enough, they actually expected him to listen to their drivel. NO MORE. Lucius, with the mocking sneer he was notorious for, not too kindly excused himself from the group.

                That was when he caught it. A scent so beguiling it threatened to weaken the strength of his knees. It filled him with something covetous, possessive, and the complete willingness to do  ANYTHING  to own it. Lucius recognised these to be primal urges, animalistic, inferior to him ------ and as much as it appalled him to fall for something so base, he couldn’t help but surrender to it. 

                Led completely by his body and mere instinct alone,  Lucius pursued the scent through the balcony doors, a myriad of emotions clouding his better judgement. What greeted him there, however, sobered the senior Malfoy. 

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“George- Put me down!” Hᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛᴇʀɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴍᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪs ᴀss ɪɴ ғʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, “l am not a sack of potatoes!”

Send 👄 + a body part for my muses reaction to being kissed there

He told her he’d be back. It took him longer than he originally planned, but still he has been true to his word. At least, that is what he hoped. While he believed it, perhaps she wouldn’t. His leave was abrupt and it pained him to go, but important matters needed to be dealt with back in the place he has forsaken for so very long. Matters he wanted to keep her as far away from as possible. That’s why he went back alone, despite knowing that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. He didn’t need to worry about her progress with vampirism, as he remembered she had done quite well before he left. And he was confident that she had remained so. She was a smart woman - perhaps the smartest he’s ever met. And so strong in heart and will. Yes, he had no doubts she was doing well. 

He tracked her down, all the while playing every possibility of her reaction to his return in his mind. He favored the positive ones the most; images of taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply, holding her close, and cherishing her scent that she thankfully didn’t lose after her transformation. How he’s missed it, and her, so much.

"Hermione?”

[ Meme ]; FOREVER ACCEPTING BC THIS IS MY MEME YO