Living My Dreams Is My Lifestyle

“What do you want me to do now?” he asked.

She blinked. “Whatever you want. You get to do whatever you want now.”

He looked around them. “I don’t think I remember how to do that.”

Hermione gave a wan smile. “I don’t either.” She looked around and held his hand more tightly. “We’ll find out what it’s like together. We don’t have to hurry. We have the rest of our lives to figure it out.”

⚜ Manacled by @senlinyuwrites   6/?

please be a happy ending, my kokoro can’t take it anymore

“Save him.”

Excerpt from Manacled by the amazing @senlinyu ✨

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Draco picked up her right hand and pressed his left hand against it. His thumb and index finger both twitched faintly. Hermione’s entire hand spasmed against his.

“Which of us has hands steady enough to build a bomb?”

Hermione pulled her hand away, curling it into a fist so tight she could feel her metacarpal bones under her fingertips. She could feel the blood draining from her head, and she felt as though she might topple off the edge of the bed.

She pressed her other hand firmly against the mattress to steady herself. “Maybe I can—”

“Hermione, I’m tired.”

Chp 68

“”Hermione, I’m tired.”

She looked up at him and saw it in his eyes.

The war had eaten him; there was so little of him left. The ghosts in his eyes, the war, it was almost all there was.

The other Death Eaters had retired from the war after the Battle of Hogwarts, but Draco hadn’t had the ability, had never been afforded the luxury. He had continued, because he couldn’t find her, because he’d made a vow to defeat Voldemort.

His best to defeat Voldemort.

His best.

Always his best.

Day after day.

He just wanted an endpoint to look towards.

“Draco… I—”

He took her hand in his, running his thumb over her ring. “I would like to say goodbye to you before you’re leaving.”