— Dramione, second chance
hermione was sitting in front of her desk in the office of her parents’ house, her typewriter in front of her. it was 10p.m., and everyone had already left. it was her birthday, and she couldn’t have received a worse gift.
“Dad, I need to talk to you about something.”
Draco glanced up from the files he was reading to see his son standing in the doorway of his office. Scorpius picked at a scab on the back of his hand, taking an interest in the painting above the fireplace.
#Dramione Drabble Post-War, 10 Years Later
It only feels right to take a pause in detailing the Horcrux hunt and explain another aspect of the war. It wasn’t one story or one experience but rather a person that profoundly impacted me. The very person was Draco Malfoy.
#dramione | fluff
“What are you two doing here?” Hermione asked suspiciously when she found the two four-year-olds whispering at Lily’s crib.
“We are just watching out for Lily, Auntie Mia,” Albus answered.
“Yeah,” Scorpius nodded along.
I haven’t been posting much on here but just know I’ve been writing a lot and holding myself to deadlines for the first time ever 🥰
Miss you, love you, see you when I finish this fic in a month!
Ron gathered Daphne into his arms. “It looks alright?”
Daphne ran a hand over Ron’s buzzed hair. “Yes, love. Very bad boy of you.”
“That’s contradictory for an auror.”
“Maybe, but I’m your bad girl, right?”
“Minx.” He smacked her arse and kissed her soundly.
Bad indeed.