Drabble // love confessions
"You know, I get it Draco! I get it!" She's yelling, her cheeks red and eyes aflame, "What am I to you, huh? What am I but a girl you can take to bed when you're bored? What am I but a filthy litte mu—"
He grabs her hand
Angrily
Forcefully
| 8th yr | Soft and Sweet |
She squeaked when hands grabbed her hips from behind and pushed her against the library stacks.
“What do we have here?” a familiar voice murmured in her ear.
“Draco! We can’t, someone will see.“
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During the war, Draco loses his hearing to a curse.
It's hard to live with, but who needs to hear when he can still see her? His Granger.
The witch who can't find it in her to tell him that his new condition makes him see ghosts—& that it's the only reason he can still see her.
When they’re in first year Draco Malfoy doesn’t like to admit that he is too short to see over Hermione Granger’s head in Potions, so he settles for making fun of her hair instead. Though he finds the way that it curls into perfect ringlets quite fascinating.