"Sulking?"
Draco snorts but doesn't turn when Hermione walks out onto the balcony.
"Stop ignoring me. I can't keep waiting for you to tell me what's wrong."
At that, he finally looks at her.
"Funny. I can't keep waiting for you to finally realize you're in love with me."
You could hear the screaming from outside the door.
"I will not stand for this, I will rise up and beyond!"
"Uh," Hermione bit her lip in worry. "Is that normal?"
"Sure," Mr. Nott said. "He gets like this sometimes."
She could only imagine what kind of terrible event would
His fire burns through her, as her roar echoes through him.
They became a force in a blur.
Together their fire burned akin.
Introducing my art commission from @Flyora4! Thank you!
(they are so hot I am in love)
V. “So you all were at Hogwarts together?”
It was an innocent question. One Hermione was glad that Lavender took with grace. “Ah, yeah. We all go way back.”
Lavender’s double-date-not-date seemed to be going well. Landon was charming and warm, kind of like a golden retriever.
"Okay, so what does she like?" Draco asks.
"Books, knitting..." Harry replies.
"That's it?"
"Must we always talk about Hermione?"
"Of course not! Let's talk about you. What was your childhood like?"
"Well—
"I was /obviously/ kidding, Potter. My god. What kind of knitting?"
|| Grandpa Lucius ||
|| Humor ||
"Grandpa!", little Scorpius called from the kitchen, making him roll his eyes.
So far the etiquette lessons were going splendid for his grandson.
"I can hear you well without the unnecessary screaming, thank you", he drawled.
"Come see!"
olympic games au / swimmer draco x fencer hermione / age gap / long drabble/ pt. 3
Hermione shuddered in her cardigan, hugging herself as the pool door closed behind her. She shouldn't have been there, she should have stayed in the dormitory with Padma and Luna and had a good –
“It is disrespectful, Narcissa, to us and to Draco- for the Princess to not come to her own betrothal feast, ” King Lucius hissed under his breath, watching the merriment but feeling a boiling rage.
“Oh hush, husband. Drink,” Queen Narcissa smirked, inching his goblet closer.
Draco was looking at the sight in front of him. If anyone had predicted his future would involve spending time with Hermione Granger on the beach with her parents, he would have laughed it off.
"Why are you going on this date again?" Draco asks, lying on her bed.
"Because I like him." Hermione replies.
"Yeah, but /why/?"
"Why are you here? I'm not doing your summer reading again."
"Oh, I read it," Draco scoffs. "Can you believe she was the bell jar all along?"
Dramione// 8th Year// angst
She had stomped over to him, a wild determined look on her face, hair crackling with magic.
“Look at me!”
A muscle ticks in his jaw, the familiar Malfoy sneer on his face. “I am looking at you Granger.”
“You know perfectly well what I mean,” she pokes his chest. “If you’re going to end this then at least have the decency to do it with your walls down.”