I’m trying to move over to Bluesky, but I have so many wonderful moots here that I’ll miss. I want to get back into this Dramione community while I try not to crumble under the weight of my country’s choices. Please follow me so I can follow you back.
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{ dramione }
"I don't usually get Sacred 28 clients, Mr Malfoy," her voice was high pitched, yet rasped by the amount of cigarettes she clearly smoked too much of-- like the one in the long holder she held between her fingers.
The marriage law was announced at 2pm on a Tuesday.
By 2:15 Hermione had already drafted a motion to dismiss the law entirely. It was a good motion, too. If she’d sent a copy to Ron, he would’ve replied with: wow! lots of words! good stuff!
At 2:17 her motion was denied.
dhr // soulmate denial , angst
“Draco, let go.”
“I can’t. I won’t.” His fingers plucked angrily, desperately, at the homely white satin they’d stuffed her into.
“You have to.”
“How can you say that?” He knew the answer, even as he asked the question.
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// dramione , past romione , co-parenting , fluff demon
“Breathe, Malfoy.”
Draco’s attention wrenches from the small auburn-haired witch clambering atop her first toy broom as his once-rival claps him on the shoulder.
“She’s a Weasley. Notoriously talented flyers.”
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"No."
The finality in his voice was not what Hermione had expected. This only rankled her further.
"This isn't a Yes or No situation, Malfoy. I'm telling you it was a mistake."
He scoffs.
"And I'm calling bullshit. I never thought you'd be the coward."
reporting, yet again. "She's fucking perfect." He throws the paper onto his desk and stands; begins pacing.
His nightmare coming true. He left Hermione so she could have a spot at a happy life, at a life full of love and light. Not a life shackled to a former death eater. Not a