It’s not going to be a big deal unless we keep making it a big deal.
Right. Which it totally isn’t.
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Measure of a Man by @inadaze22
"Are you the sun?" he asked hours later when they were alone. His hand travelled a familiar course up and down her back while she battled between grounding herself and flying away. "Or are you the moon?
"Neither. I'm Earth." Too tired to do anything more, Hermione closed her eyes and relaxed with the rhythm of his heart in her ear and the slow rise and fall of his chest under the palm of her aching hand. "Who are you?"
"The moon."
Untouchable to the lonely sun, but locked in an orbital dance with Earth.
Held at arm's length by gravity.
from Chapter 31: The Passenger Seat
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@regulilys on twitter pointed this little crumb out, and how Hermione’s line of sight is on Draco, while he can’t even look at her. I want to D-word, thanks 😭💔
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this is gonna be one of those things...
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Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy
She likes to sleep in his old Quidditch jersey. He made a joke about it once, called her a little thief. She smiled innocently, pointed to the name written on the back of the shirt, said “Pretty sure that’s my last name now, too,” and then kissed him and sauntered off with a spring in her step.
He was unable to stop the smuggest, proudest little smirk from taking over his face as he watched her walk away wearing nothing but his name.
Yeah, that’s his witch, alright.
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“Alright there, Ms Know-It-All?”
“Bugger off, Malfoy.”
Prisoner of Azkaban || Dramione AU
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Don't Look Back by @onyx-and-elm
It’s the smell of it. Chemical. Bitter and sharp as a raw edge on metal. Just a hint of it as she passes him at breakfast — but enough to stop her dead, mid-step.
There is Wolfsbane in his tea.
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