the Potentiograph

quotes from Love & Other Historical Accidents by @PacificRimbaud // my sister bot is @dmatmoobilbot // made with love by @eveningstruggle

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

"She’s my sister. Hello."

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

It occurred to her that if the two of them simply stood entirely still for the rest of their lives, she could enjoy his vexing proximity without ever having to confront any further complications.

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“My brother and I—” said Hermione.

William laughed, then folded his hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry. No, please. Continue.” His lips quivered behind his palm. “It’s only that it now sounds tremendously awkward when you call him that.”

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“However you like it,” he said patiently.

“That’s just it, isn’t it?” she said. “How exactly is anyone supposed to do what they like? Maybe I’d like to take up sheep farming in Tasmania. No one’s asked!”

“I’m sorry, Granger. I know you like picking out your own trousers.”

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

Two mugs dangled below. Hermione unhooked the antique Turkish ceramic piece bought in Istanbul, exquisitely painted with aquamarine flowers. Its purchaser refused to reveal its price, yet pouted for an entire morning when Hermione suggested it was too dear for her daily use.

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“I try,” she said, drawing her hand back into her own lap. “I try very hard to not make mistakes.”

His gaze wandered over her face. "Well. I certainly wouldn't want to be one."

"One what?"

"One of your mistakes."

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

Draco sat upright and pulled on one of his leather gloves. He looked at Hermione sidelong. “Wish your younger brother luck?”

Hermione rolled her eyes skyward and shook her head. “Good luck. Be safe.”

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“Please.”

Her gaze shot back to the scene on the bed.

There was absolutely no way she’d said what she just heard herself say. She had no recollection whatsoever of having done such a thing.

She’d pushed him away without a word, hadn’t she?

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

Pansy seemed to not know who deserved her ire the most. In the end, she settled it on Hermione.

"Leave...Draco... alone tonight."

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“You stubbed your toes on my chair.”

“I did,” he confirmed. “What? Don’t look at me like that. You're so judgmental. Tell me anything that hurts as terribly. I'll wait.”

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“Ever since that moment, just before the ball, it’s seemed like—” He paused. “But I can see that I’ve totally misread the situation. I sincerely apologize.”

Minutes ago, she’d witnessed firsthand how astute a reader he was

She’d been nakedly desperate for him. She saw that now.

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“Orgies?” He drew back yet again, incredulous. “That’s too much work. Too much body. I just want one body.” He looked down at his own hand as it pulled appreciatively at her breast. “I want this one.” With that, he dove back into her mouth.

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“Good lord!” Hermione grimaced. “He’s not gentlemanlike at all. He’s smarmy, and full of himself, and a ridiculous flirt. Everyone’s in love with him. It’s outrageous—oh, damn.”

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“You make it sound like this elf has developed tactical advantages,” Hermione groused.

“He’s like a Spartan, Granger. Born to warfare.” Draco conspicuously rubbed his calf. “I believe he conducts daily drills with the fire poker.”

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

"And what’s a Vespa? Some kind of Muggle street-cleaning equipment? Would I look good on one?"

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

She heard dusty shuffling footsteps, and then felt a hand at her hair, patting her like a little dog.

“It’ll come right, Hermione.”

She leaned forward to bury her face in the soft flannel of Grix's shirt and began to cry.

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“What was I supposed to say? I realize I appear to be a libertine, but it seems I’m incapable of being in love with more than one person at a time, and it's still your turn?"

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“Here, hold this.” Draco had hoisted James by the armpits, and settled him in Hermione’s arms. Before she could say a word, he grasped her hand, and dragged her towards the house at a jog.

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“Please don’t insinuate that we have anything like a life together.”

“Don’t you dare stand there with a straight face and tell me that what you and I have behind that office door is a job.”

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

“Leave me alone," whispered Hermione. "I'll have you know I've recently been shown some things about the management of younger brothers."

[the Potentiograph @loveAndOtherBot]

"It is an avant-garde objet d’art, and has been sitting on a shelf in the large drawing room at Malfoy Manor for two hundred years. Forgive me if I defer to the expertise of its faithful stewards over a caffeine-peddling, Muggle-minded swot like yourself."