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We’re not dead. We’ve been working on the next chapter for like a year. But you know, life..
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CHAPTER 29 - WHEN THE WORLD WAS AT WAR WE KEPT DANCING
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“Dying is a Delicate Moment” a fanfic by Agarariddle-andhernachos
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Hermione Granger is Grace Hortense
Then, Tom’s eyes met hers and it stopped, this feeling abruptly stopped. 
Suddenly, Edgard’s hand took hers to make her twirl on herself. She let herself go and felt a certain form of freedom as she spun around, her eyes closed. Hermione finally took back Edgard’s hand, only to open her eyes and see Tom’s face. She slightly frowned, not fully understanding how he found himself here. She looked to her right and saw Edgard dancing with Tom’s former partner. 
“Looks like it always ends up with you and I,” Tom said. Hermione didn’t reply to this, she simply smiled, amused.
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Soooo since her name isn’t actually grace hortense…
Would the vow not work?
Also, i love yor story!!
That's a really good question. A question we were supposed to answer in chapter 28. But did we ? Nope. You will have to wait for chapter 30.
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Quick maybe strange question…
Is Tom…good?
im sorry.
Honestly we don't how to answer. Personnaly we don't think he's a good person. But who are we to judge ?
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CHAPTER 28 - DON'T TRUST THAT WOMAN
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Hermione Granger is Grace Hortense
The walk back to the castle had never been this long, the silence was heavier by the second. Finally, they all reached the common room. Once the door opened, the lads flew to the dorm.
Grace was sitting on one of the couches and rose her head as she saw everyone stepping in. She must have felt the weird atmosphere as none of the lads looked at her or even said a word.
Tom finally walked towards her, sat on the couch, and stared at the fire.
“Do you have it ?” she asked in a soft voice.
“I do.”
“Did you have a pleasant night ?”
Tom then looked at her, at the tenderness in her eyes.
“I did,” he lied. Grace smiled.
He kept looking at her for a few more seconds before getting back to watching the fire.
She would never betray me, right ?
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Hiiiiiiiii!!!
I hope you’re doing well and that the semester hasn’t been too crazy. I myself am currently going crazy with anticipation for this new chapter. Do you have any idea on the eta? Don’t mean any pressure just soo excited :)))) I love DDM so much!
Hello! We're so sorry for the delay. But good news, today's a bank holidays in France, so we're hoping to finish it (no promises). Thanks so much for your support ! xx
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is it possible for a short little snippet??
Here's a short snippet for chapter 28
04.12.1944 :
Silence was nice with Tom. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward. It felt serene, peaceful, and warm. He was leaning against the guardrail, his head bent back towards the night sky. Hermione looked at him, at the shadows the moon cast on his face, at the grey mist escaping his lips as he smoked.
Hermione was sitting on the bleachers right in front of him, her arms encircling her knees to keep the warmth. December 1944 had begun hardly cold, the snow had already covered a large part of Scotland. But Hermione didn’t mind. She had come to enjoy the snow recently.
Finally, Tom looked back at her. He had this glint in his eyes, this tenderness and it warmed her more than any fire ever could. He dropped the cigarette, stomped on it with his right foot to put it out, and walked towards her. He slowly crouched to be at eye-level with her and tenderly pressed his hands against her cheeks.
“Are you alright ?” He whispered.
“Simply tired,” she offered him a small smile.
“Are you sure ?”
Hermione just leaned against his touch, closed her eyes, and let herself bask in the smell of him. She felt Tom putting one of his hands and the back of her head and gently welcoming her into an embrace. She found herself pressed against his chest, able to feel his calm heartbeat.
“I am going to take care of it,” he pressed a kiss on the crown of her head. “I promise you.”
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me when I saw the first kiss
me when I finish reading the sentence.
Us when we wrote the first kiss : 🥰
Us when we wrote the sentence that goes with it : 😈
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CHAPTER 27 - LET'S FALL IN LOVE FOR THE NIGHT
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Hermione finally arrived in front of where the book should be and stopped in her tracks when she saw it missing. She frowned.
“Looking for this ?”
Hermione refrained from smiling before turning around. Tom was leaning against the other bookshelf, the said book in his right hand. One strand of his hair was gently falling on his forehead, right above where his scar began. His eyes were warm, perfectly matching the cocky smile on his lips.
“Young must be quite dense if he needs this book in his seventh year,” he mocked.
“Be nice,” she nicely chastised him as she approached. She didn’t go for the book, well aware he would not give it to her. She just crossed her arms upon her chest and cocked an eyebrow. “Why are you here, Tom ?”
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could we have a preview of the next chapter pretty please?
Enjoy !
SNIPPET CHAPTER 27
Tom felt his eyes heavy with sleep and found it hard to focus on what the professor was explaining.
“Where were you last night ?” Isodor whispered from the seat next to his. Tom slowly blinked and looked at the blond boy. The latter was looking suspiciously at Grace. Tom understood what Avery might be thinking. After all, the lads had left them alone the night before.
“I had rounds to make.”
“Since when do your rounds finish that late ?”
This time, Tom straightened. “None of your fucking business, Avery.”
Apparently, the conversation caught the interest of the other lads, sitting right in front of them. Edgard turned around, put one of his arms on the back of his chair and smirked. “Yeah Avery, none of your fucking business if Tom has decided to tangle with our dear Grace.” At this, Abraxas choked on his laughter and tried to cover it with some coughs.
“Wow Lestrange, your humour does match your Quidditch skills,” Tom mocked. “How mature of you.”
“What ?” Isodor snorted. “Isn’t it what we’re supposed to do ? Act like seventeen-years-old ?”
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All I ever wanted was not a happy ending for Tom and Hermione. DDM also seems to follow the same path. don't you believe they can be happy together in some universe?
Of course, we cannot tell you if ddm will have a happy ending or not, but what we can tell you is that we feel the ending is what is best for the characters 
We believe they could have some sort of happy ending in another universe, we juste think that « their » definition of happy ending would not be what people might think
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Hi.
I lost count of how many times I was destroyed in DDM. I love it. Lmao. is one of my favorite tomione. i love your personalities and intelligence
Hi there !
First of all, we’d like to thank you for all of your reviews yesterday, you’ve made our day !
Tbh DDM destroys us too ahaha, let’s say that while writing chapter 22 we were this close 🤏 to changing the ending (unfortunately it had to be done for the plot)
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Idk if this has been answered before, but do you have an idea of how many chapters ddm will be? Would you say we’re at a halfway mark?
Hi there, sorry for the late answer. We will have around 45 chapters, it could be a little less or a little more it will depend :)
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CHAPTER 26 - SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM
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“How do we make this work then ?” He serenely asked. He had asked this question as if they were both in front of a political problem, as if they simply had to put both of their minds into the issue to find a well drafted solution. But they were not confronted with a political problem, this, right there, was so much messier than anything they had to take care of in the past.
“I don’t know,” she honestly replied.
“Well, we will have to figure it out. Because I am not letting this go, you go.”
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is there any way we could have some kind of date for the next chapter? even a vague one i'm desperate
we are currently working on it, and it's going quite well. we're hoping to post it next week :)
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mbti personality on each character??
We've done the test for Hermione/Grace, Tom & Pollux.
Here are the results:
Hermione/Grace :
"It can be lonely at the top. As one of the rarest personality types – and one of the most capable – Architects (INTJs) know this all too well. Rational and quick-witted, Architects may struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them."
Our analysis: We agree with this. Hermione is lonely and analyses everything around her. She doesn't share every bit of information she has until she knows for sure it could turn into her advantage.
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Tom :
"Advocates are the rarest personality types of all. Still, Advocates leave their mark on the world. They have a deep sense of idealism and integrity, but they aren’t idle dreamers – they take concrete steps to realize their goals and make a lasting impact.
Advocates’ unique combination of personality traits makes them complex and quite versatile. For example, Advocates can speak with great passion and conviction, especially when standing up for their ideals"
Our analysis: Tom wants to leave its mark on the world. He speak with great passion when he need to, he works around the truth to get what he wants.
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Pollux:
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"Entrepreneurs always have an impact on their immediate surroundings – the best way to spot them at a party is to look for the whirling eddy of people flitting about them as they move from group to group. Laughing and entertaining with a blunt and earthy humor, Entrepreneur personalities love to be the center of attention. If an audience member is asked to come on stage, Entrepreneurs volunteer – or volunteer a shy friend.
Theory, abstract concepts and plodding discussions about global issues and their implications don’t keep Entrepreneurs interested for long. Entrepreneurs keep their conversation energetic, with a good dose of intelligence, but they like to talk about what is – or better yet, to just go out and do it. Entrepreneurs leap before they look, fixing their mistakes as they go, rather than sitting idle, preparing contingencies and escape clauses."
Our analysis: We couldn't describe Pollux better than this. Pollux was the life of the story (petit ange parti trop tôt).
For our own mbti :
Ara is like Hermione and Aga is like Tom.
Well... we'll see what happens next then.
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rereading this 3 in the morning? that's me.
Hate to disturb and annoy, BUT I am dying, dying to know some hint/when c26 coming.
Please a snippet
Here's a small snippet, very small snippet but quite representative of the entire chapter. Just to let you know, this chapter will really focus on the relationship between the two.
06.10.1944: She was there. Not even ten meters away from him, yet it seemed like she was miles away. She was not sitting at the same table as she always was, in fact, she had not been sitting at his table in the library for weeks now. It didn’t stop him from looking at her though. Even if he tried not to, his eyes automatically fell back on her frame. She was holding her quill between her fingers. When she was not writing, she was gently playing with it. Her delicate fingers flipping the quill back and forth as her eyes skimmed through the content of her books. At one point, she would always put her hair in a bun. This movement, Tom knew it by heart by now. She would first play with her hair, then, she would become annoyed with it. She would put her quill down, take a satin ribbon from her wrist and tie her hair. Tom would stare at this moment, at her hands, at her hair, at her bare neck. Tom would watch her scar, his hands itching to trace the silver tissue, just to softly touch the skin, feel the shivers passing through her body at the contact. When she was too focused on a subject, she would gently trace her lips with her forefinger. She would delicately follow the lines of her lips. Tom knew how they felt, against his own fingers, against his own lips. He knew their softness, their taste, the feeling of her ragged breath against his own after he had kissed her. He couldn’t wait to experience it again. He tried to focus back on his book. He looked at the page in front of him, he even tried to read the first few sentences. Yet, his eyes went back to her and he almost cursed. He couldn’t do anything else but to watch her apparently. But she never looked back. He didn’t know if she was even aware of his stare, even if she was, she never acknowledged it. Still, he kept watching her, he couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop. He was mesmerised.
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