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[thelastlynx]

Snippet from my WIP TAKE NO PRISONERS

(A post-Hogwarts Bodyguard AU feat Auror Malfoy and Minister Granger)

‘I didn’t know Macmillan played for the other team.’

Draco positioned himself next to Nott who was shamelessly staring across the salon, his eyes fixed on the blonde, burly man clad in ostentatiously expensive purple robes amid a throng of Sacred Twenty-Eighters.

‘Don’t be so frightfully conservative. Nobody cares about that sort of thing anymore,’ Nott said.

‘Wasn’t he married?’

‘The operative word being “was”. He was married. And anyway. People can swing both ways, can’t they?’

Draco nipped at his champagne, watching Macmillan move from one boring group of rich pure-bloods to the next, shaking hands here and there.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something rather important?’ he said.

‘And what would that be?’

‘That she died. He’s a widower.’

‘Oh. That,’ Nott returned as though that was an utterly inconsequential piece of information. ‘It’s been a whole year since, hasn’t it?’

‘Another man might say, it’s been just a year, considering—’

‘Pish,’ Theo said and continued his shameless staring.

Draco did the same, though considerably less conspicuously.

He noted that, although Macmillan was outwardly invested in making small talk—he seemed to be a keen conversationalist—, the way he gripped his Champagne coupe and frequently glanced around the room told quite another story.

‘Doesn’t this seem a tad… inappropriate to you?’ Draco asked.

Nott pulled his gaze from Macmillan to face Draco.

‘Are you joking?’ He lifted an eyebrow.

‘Why on earth would you say that?’

‘Well, you must be,’ Nott said, ‘because I’ve never heard you say anything quite so ridiculous.’

Draco snorted.

Nott eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then directed his attention back to Macmillan.

‘That bloody job is getting to you. I knew it was a bad idea to spend all that time around Potter.’

Draco who thought that, rather than Potter, Granger ought to be blamed for the advent of any or all scruples, chuckled, which resulted in another odd look by Nott.

‘Something IS the matter with you,’ he said. ‘What is it, Malfoy?’

‘Nothing,’ Draco answered before having even pondered the question.

‘What’s what with Malfoy?’ a female voice said.

Pansy had appeared on Nott’s other side, a coupe in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other.

‘Nott’s about to make an absolute tit out of himself,’ Draco said as Pansy topped up their glasses. ‘I’m doing my best to prevent the worst.’

‘Doesn’t Nott always make an absolute tit out of himself?’ Pansy said.

‘Ha!’ Theo said.

‘Can’t argue with that,’ Draco said, smirking.

‘In that case,’ Theo continued, his chipper attitude once more restored, ‘What’s your opinion on Macmillan’s…. preference, Pansy?’

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FICSTAPE de Aniversário

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• TEMA

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[thelastlynx]

Writing a Damione canon story

How it started:

How it's going

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[thelastlynx]

It's WIP Wednesday! I'm running a poll over on my twitter to determine which fic to pick for a snippet 😊 2 hours left to help me chose!

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👀

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[thelastlynx]

Bedtime Stories

An ordinary day in Wiltshire comes to a close. DRACO’s putting his two children, eight-year-old SCORPIUS and ten-year-old PENELOPE, to bed. HERMIONE and GINNY are watching from the doorway.

SCORPIUS: Please, daddy!

PENELOPE: Noooo! He's told that one a million times already!

SCORPIUS: But it's my turn. And I want that one!

       PENELOPE folds her arms, protesting.

DRACO (stroking PENELOPE's hair): Don't be cross, my darling. You get to pick a story tomorrow!

       PENELOPE calms down.

GINNY: I didn't believe Harry, but he really is brilliant with them.

HERMIONE: I know…

HERMIONE smiles at DRACO who returns her gaze in a way that can only be described as "smouldering".

GINNY (grinning): You two are revolting.

HERMIONE (wistful): And you don't even know the story of the dangerous sorceress who held him captive on an island, for weeks and weeks… (GINNY snickers.) Ah, our honeymoon...

SCORPIUS: Yes, that one!

PENELOPE: I want to hear it, too!

       DRACO glares at HERMIONE and GINNY who break into peals of laughter.

DRACO: Now, look what you've done, witch!

HERMIONE (apologetically, to her kids): How about the one where daddy fights the Cantankerous Cyclops?

       SCORPIUS and PENELOPE break into cheers. DRACO looks a bit hesitant; ultimately, his kids wear him down.

GINNY: Which one is that?

HERMIONE: That was during the war, at Grimmauld Place. It's a good one!

DRACO: I'm telling the story! (clears his throat)

       SCORPIUS and PENELOPE settle under the covers, listening attentively.

DRACO: A long time ago, our hero, the handsome and quick-witted Dragon Prince--

       GINNY snorts.

DRACO (louder): --is having a difficult time. He's slain a vicious, two-headed monster--

HERMIONE (whispering): Nagini and Bathilda Bagshot.

      GINNY shudders.

DRACO: --which he and his companions only survive by the skin of their teeth. He returns to his castle, where he throws himself into the arms of his maiden. She's his only confidante, and as such, they can't bear to be apart.

SCORPIUS: Ugh!

PENELOPE: Aw!

GINNY: That's the censored version, yeah?

      HERMIONE smirks.

DRACO: But danger's not over. Suddenly, the Cantankerous Cyclops bursts into their room. He’s suspicious and quarrelsome, and threatens to transfigure our hero into a teeny-tiny rabbit--

      SCORPIUS, PENELOPE and GINNY all gasp.

DRACO: Without his wand, our hero is helpless against the foe, when out of nowhere, an old, wise crone--

HERMIONE: Draco!

DRACO: alright, alright, not crone--goddess strides into the room. 'How dare you threaten our hero,' she cries. ‘He’s innocent!’ She wields her wand with furious justice, banning the Cyclops, never to return.

The kids cheer, all thought of sleep soundly forgotten. DRACO starts reading proper bedtime stories to calm them.

HERMIONE and GINNY return downstairs.

GINNY: So, Mad-Eye caught the two of you shagging like bunnies, hence him wanting to transfigure Malfoy into one?

HERMIONE (grins): He thought Draco’d imperiused me.

GINNY: And McGonagall stepped in? Unbelievable!

HERMIONE: I know! Minerva saving Draco from Transfiguration punishment, again?

GINNY: No, I mean...

      (grabs Hermione by the shoulder, staring at her)

      McGonagall saw you two bloody starkers???

This was written for @dramioneldws ROUND 6 | WEEK 4: Athena. War. Wisdom.

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[thelastlynx]

Blown away that this little drabble won me a second place in this week's @dramioneldws ! Hera was such a difficult prompt, and there were so many outstanding entries! Do check them out!

You can find my own drabble on AO3 here (as well as drabbles for past rounds/weeks).

Mimicry

A mother sees all;

her child’s deeds, needs, thoughts, dreams.

Thus, a mother must act.

And act, Narcissa does.

~*~*~

The Law passes on a Thursday in June; Draco’s birthday. He storms into the Breakfast Room, wielding the papers as though they’re a crime against wizardkind.

He isn’t wrong. But these days, his well-being supersedes her convictions (the war’s left its mark).

His protestations wane. They’re half-hearted, anyway. After all, The Law’s a gift.

~*~*~

When the Granger Girl steps out of the Floo the following week, she doesn’t wear white.

So, she says without greeting, where shall we consummate?

Draco gapes. Narcissa sympathises. She, too, has presumed her to fight tooth and nail.

Having received no response, the girl surveys her surroundings. Tall windows frame the magnificent view of a pride of pearl-white peafowl fluttering amongst her rosebushes.

Rather plain and joyless-looking, aren’t they? Her tone is rude, disapproving, and Narcissa has to remind herself that this is for Draco.

There’s no rush, Narcissa responds graciously, Plenty of time for a romantic stroll through the grounds. What do you think, Draco?

No, interrupts the Granger Girl. Best get it over and done with.

Despite herself, Narcissa leaves them to themselves.

Draco’s cross-eyed expression the next morning eases her concern.

Not for long, though.

Day after day, a blissed-out Draco breaks his fast while his young wife almost immediately absconds to the library, where she spends all her spare time. But each night, just as The Law compels them, they go to bed. The desired consequence, however, remains elusive, rendering the marriage fragile.

Around Christmas, Narcissa resolves to act. Attempts to verify their nightly activities remain futile (she merely acquires a begrudging admiration for her daughter-in-law’s Warding Spells). A solution requires ingenuity.

~*~*~

The next morning, Narcissa Malfoy’s gone. In her stead, two peacocks have appeared — colourful ones with large eyespots decorating their plumage.

“Christmas present from my mother,” Draco reads from the card.

“The real gift is her absence,” Hermione mumbles and disappears into the library.

Her case against The Law is almost air-tight.

That night, as Hermione prepares Draco’s nightcap, the new peacocks are sitting in front of their windows, displaying. Their eyespots sparkle like diamonds in the wintery dark. Thinking nothing of it, she drugs Draco as she always does, before planting memories of them shagging like bunnies. She works a bit more, then goes to bed.

Hermione wakes to the sight of Narcissa Malfoy’s stone-cold eyes and a raised wand.

A mother sees,

and a mother acts

is the last thing she hears.

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[thelastlynx]

Chapter 3 "Princess" of It's Hermione, Thanks is up!

[STORY ON AO3]

Malfoy, who at the beginning of the year had seemed a complete mystery to her, was starting to become decipherable. Though his face remained careful and collected most of the time, there was something about his eyes that gave a pretty good hint of whether he was in a good or a bad mood.

And then there were his hands.

Malfoy had very expressive hands.

Often, when he was thinking, he was playing with his signet ring. Sometimes his wand hand would do tiny little jerky movements. But when a situation became dire, when he was stressed or annoyed, his hands went completely still. Hermione surmised that he’d been taught not to give away when he was upset. How ironic that it was exactly that what made him an open book.

As they walked together, Hermione glanced at his hands: they appeared to be completely relaxed; a contradiction to his otherwise stiff posture.

“You mustn’t be disappointed. It’s a hard spell to master,” she said.

His left eyebrow lifted ever so slightly. “Granger. I know you’re trying to be nice but—”

“I’m not. It is genuinely difficult.”

Malfoy didn’t respond. Instead, he took a large step. “Careful, Granger.”

Hermione jumped just in time to avoid being stuck in a disappearing step. “Thanks,” she murmured.

He didn’t meet her gaze. He just nodded.

Silently, they continued down the stairs.

“It’s a lot harder for me, too, these days, you know,” Hermione said into the quiet as they reached the fourth-floor landing.

Malfoy remained mute.

“For a while, I couldn’t even—” she swallowed; she didn’t want to think of that time during the summer when she’d felt as though she’d been perpetually enclosed by Dementors. “What I mean is, it’s hard. It’s a really hard bit of magic, even under normal circumstances. You’ll manage. I know you will.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“You will! I’m serious!”

“You were in class. You heard what Professor Soteria said. Dark wizards aren’t able to cast a Patronus.”

Hermione gave a delicate snort. “And you’re a dark wizard, are you?”

Again, Malfoy didn’t say a thing for a few long moments.

“You seem to be the only person to think otherwise,” he said finally.

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[thelastlynx]

The Seven Year Witch: 1998 (sneak peak)

I know, it's been literal ages, but I am working hard on the grand finale of The Seven Year Witch !

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As proof, have a sneak peek of what's to come 💕📸💕:

‘Mr Malfoy, look this way!’

‘Look here, Mr Malfoy!’

‘A smile, if you please, Mr Malfoy!’

A horde of reporters had clustered around Draco. He was standing in the middle of the Wizengamot courtroom, looking thinner and paler than Hermione remembered him ever being. Most striking though was his expression of utter shock.

‘How do you feel after your acquittal?’

‘Any thoughts on the judgement?’

‘Did you know that Mr Potter and Miss Granger would testify on your behalf?’

‘What’s your relationship with the Golden Trio?’

‘What are your plans for your freedom?’

‘Smile for the camera, Mr Malfoy, smile—’

‘Can’t believe it,’ Ron muttered under his breath over the rattling and clicking of camera shutters. He shook his head and threw a dark look towards the centre of the room, where Malfoy was no longer visible amongst the horde of journalists and flashing camera lights. ‘Wanker got off far too easy. Would’ve been the chance to teach him! Twat!’

Hermione bit her lip. Even though Ron knew her position, she was achingly aware that their already strained relationship couldn’t sustain yet another honest confession.

‘I would’ve thought you to be on his side by now,’ Harry said quietly. He looked even more exhausted than usual. Since the start of the Death Eater Trials in July, he was practically living in the Wizengamot chambers. And if he wasn’t giving testimony, he was either aiding Kingsley and the Aurors, or being interviewed by the Unspeakables about all the peculiar magic related to the Fall of Voldemort.

‘How’d you figure that?’ Ron snapped.

Hermione and Harry glanced at one another for the tiniest fraction of a moment, but Ron still caught on. He turned beet-red and glared in the opposite direction.

Hope you enjoyed that! 💕 A massive thanks goes to all the readers for your patience and support, and a particular shout-out to those who haven't let up with their love and encouragement, like @sri1997, @a-hogwarts-fantasy, @fedonciadale, @dans2k21 and the other lovely commenters on AO3 💕📸💕

#The Seven Year Witch #dramione #draco x hermione #dhr fanfic #wip update #wip sneak peek #lynxfics #the finale is coming

[thelastlynx]

FANFIC MASTERPOST

Works in Progress

It's Hermione, Thanks

Collab with @king-geets

Read on: [AO3]

Rated M. - 3/7 chapters. - Genre: P with P, Humour.

Tags: Hogwarts 8th-Year, study partners, Enemies to lovers, friendships, medium burn, hormonal teenagers, P with P.

Projected Word Count: currently 11k from ~25k

Summary:

The plan was this: return to Hogwarts, aim for eight O.s, move on with life.

But when McGonagall summons Hermione, her co-head Justin along with the other seven and eighth-year prefects for an extraordinary meeting ahead of term, she just knows the other shoe’s about to drop. And indeed: on the eve of September 1st, Hermione finds herself working to fit Draco Malfoy into her schedule.

Between Ginny (who has her own schemes), Justin (whose actions becomes odder by the day), and Mandy (whom Hermione never thought of as an enemy before), will Hermione manage to retain her sanity, whilst restoring some sense of normality for once— despite Malfoy being around, day in, day out?

Update schedule: pure chaos, but I'm aiming for weekly-ish.

Snippets:

“I must say, Granger, I’m surprised.”

Draco lowered his voice; Hermione edged closer to hear what he had to say.

“I never pegged you for a prude,” he whispered, and her entire body thrummed with the force of her heartbeat slamming against her chest.

“I—” She licked her lips; her mouth had run completely dry. “I’m not,” she finished stubbornly, but about an octave too high.

“Then how would you —how’d you phrase it?— 'Do whatever one pleases'? ” Draco pressed, still whispering. “As a good girl.”

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Roses

‘You smell like roses.’

‘Rubbish.’ Hermione snorted. ‘Utter rubbish.’

Draco looked up at her, smug and extremely pleased with himself despite his somewhat uncharacteristic sitting arrangement on the carpet, at her feet. 'I'm being totally serious!’

‘It’s a lie and a bloody bad one too, since it’s the most clichéd, most insincere thing you could’ve gone with. Soap? All right. French cheese? Likely— but roses?’ She laughed and shook her head so energetically that her dark curls whipped against the sofa, almost propelling the strewn cushions to the floor.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something else. ‘Would I ever dare to lie at you, Ms Granger?’

‘Would? What wouldn’t you do to get into my knickers, Mr Malfoy!’

His grin broadened. ‘And you haven’t even seen half of my repertoire yet!’ He wet his lips.

She threw a pillow at him, and he ducked, laughing. Pulling her legs closer to his face again, he inhaled. ‘No. Definitely roses.’

Hermione laughed, her fingers threading through his silver strands. ‘Oh shut up, and keep doing what— ohhhhh!’

A wayward cushion bounced to the floor. Moments later, the others followed.

#wrote this for a drabble contest but never ended up using it #but it might end up in Sh-Shopping Spree #who knows #in any case #happy birthday draco malfoy #dramione #draco x hermione #fanfiction #lynxfics

[thelastlynx]

The Seven Year Witch: 1998 (sneak peek 2)

I just gave poor @sri1997 a heart-attack, so this sneak peek is for her and whoever else was misled to believe I had updated today—SORRY! Anyway, December is a perfect time for old endings and new beginnings, so let's just keep it a that... 😝

Hermione must have sat like that for a while, lost in the present, for as she came back to it, the table next to her was deserted. She picked up the newspaper the man had left behind and skimmed the pages.

Something on the Good Friday referendum.

A commentary on Tony Blair’s new appointment as Leader of the House of Lords.

…and France had just won the World Cup; at home, too.

She perused the article. Her dad must have been–

Her throat constricted suddenly and painfully, and she took several steadying breaths.

One Year.

What a difference a single year made.

A year ago, she’d been part of a happy family of three, sharing a pint, discussing the film they’d just enjoyed together. The image of her dad raving about The Fifth Element remained clear in her mind, while her mum had been his polar opposite, pensive and almost melancholy. She could practically still hear her dad’s enthusiasm as he lectured about all the film references. But nothing hit her harder than the memory of her discussion with her mother about the power of love.

Hermione blinked, swallowing thickly around that lump which seemed to be eternally stuck there these days.

She took a large sip of her beer.

If you've missed my first sneak peek, you can find it here. If you haven't read the story yet, you can do that on [AO3 | FFN | wattpad].

#draco x hermione #dhr fanfiction #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hp fanfiction #canon compliant #canon also stands for photography #because this is also a story about summer and making memories #lynxfics #the seven year witch #WIP update #wip sneak peek #winter is coming as is the finale

[thelastlynx]

It's Hemione, Thanks by TheLastLynx

Chapter 2: Golden Girl

Hermione spent breakfast mulling over her approach. She still deemed getting it over and done with to be the optimal path.

Rip the plaster off and so on.

Hectic fluttering and screeching interrupted her musings. With a thump, the day’s issue of the Daily Prophet landed in her porridge bowl.

Hermione scowled, pushing away the dish (she wasn’t that hungry anyway), and skimmed the front page. Recently, Rita Skeeter had taken to brown-nosing, which translated into at least one flattering mention of her and Harry a day.

Just as suspected, the headline read:

Golden Girl Heading (Back to) Hogwarts — Harry Potter’s Brilliant Best Friend Made Head Girl

The entirety of the article was obsessed with her being the pinnacle of competence amongst centuries of head students, enumerating her many virtues (the best relating to her wifely qualities, like dependability, solicitousness, helpfulness, and — most importantly — her beauty). There was just a single mention of Justin, and even that was only to note that she and he were the first Muggle-born head pair since 1453.

Hermione snorted derisively.

‘Skeeter being a complete twat again?’ Ginny said through a mouthful of toast. She leaned over to take a peek.

Hermione nodded. Her eyes flitted over to the Slytherin table where Pansy Parkinson wore an expression as though someone had forced Bubotuber pus down her throat.

“That stint in Azkaban did Skeeter a world of good, it seems.”

Ginny laughed. “That, or the fact that she’s terrified to— what did you tell her? ‘Put one more step out of line and…’”

Hermione hid her grin behind her orange juice. “She deserved it. After what she did to poor Bathilda Bagshot…”

“So when are you moving on to your pet project?”

“Hm?”

“Malfoy.”

“He’s neither my pet, nor my project.”

“Doesn’t seem too happy to be here, does he?”

Hermione chanced another glance across the Great Hall. Two seats over from Pansy, he was frowning into his teacup. He didn’t seem much altered. He was older of course, and maybe a bit on the thinner side, which, considering his own brief stint in Azkaban, was no surprise. He wore his hair slicked back as usual, and his robes were as pressed as they ever were. And still, something about him seemed profoundly different. But maybe she was just imagining things.

Hermione turned the page of the Prophet.

“Can you blame him?”

Ginny raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t start, Ginevra.”

“You asked—”

“—all right, all right.” Hermione stood up. “I’ll get it over with then.”

As Hermione strode across the Great Hall she pretended not to notice the stares and whispers. Having experienced how deeply uncomfortable Harry had always been about his fame, she felt the attention more acutely. Before, she’d only been ‘Harry Potter’s best friend’; now she was her own celebrity. The concept still felt alien to her. On the other hand, after fourth-year (courtesy of Rita Skeeter) had taught her what bad attention was like, Hermione surmised that people staring at her in awe instead of spite was moderately less frustrating.

“Look who’s gracing us with her presence.” Theo Nott announced in a silky tone as she approached the Slytherin table. He put down his own Prophet. “The Golden Girl herself.”

Pansy snorted loudly and derisively. “Since when’s mud golden?”

Hermione didn’t deign to respond to either of them and instead addressed Malfoy, “May I?” She gestured to the place next to him, which was empty. “About our tutoring sessions.”

Before Malfoy could answer, Pansy piped up, “Ugh! What’s that smell? Have the house-elves served bad kippers again?” She grinned viciously at Hermione, who merely raised an eyebrow. Theo glared at Pansy but didn’t say anything to contradict her.

A chair scraped loudly over the stone floor; Malfoy had abruptly stood. “Let’s talk in the library, Granger.” He gathered his bag, muttered his goodbyes to his house-mates, and strode out of the Great Hall, not paying any mind to the half a dozen glares from almost all house tables boring into his back.

Hermione frowned at the barely touched bowl of fruit he was leaving behind before she hurried to catch up with him.

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[thelastlynx]

Hii how are? I was wondering for chapter eight I think, on the Malfoy family tree, what are the names of Dracos, grandparents, great-grandparents, etc.

Hi starchildlazaro – fantastic name, by the way! I'm very well, thank you (a bit caught up with rl non-fiction publishing). How are you?

Thanks for asking about Chapter Eight of The Seven Year Witch; it's one of my faves! The family tree I created (link to my instagram) for it was such a fun thing to do – and a massive headache because JKR didn't give us any coherent information in regards to wizarding generations. So, what I did was rather simplistic, mathematically speaking: taking into account the average life expectancy of witches and wizards (which would be, conservatively speaking, a century) and using all the extended canon info we have (which isn't a lot), I calculated the Malfoy generations, starting with Draco and Lucius – and then I threw it out of the window because none of it makes any sense.

I would love to create a proper Malfoy family tree, but for that, we not only would have to know the actual average life expectancy of wizardkind, but also the average age for becoming parents. Canon* seems to suggest that wizards/witches tend to become parents a bit later in life, and I've seen some discourse suggesting that Harry's generation was an outlier as people were eager to procreate with Voldemort an imminent threat. That, however, is pure conjecture (and also in sharp disagreement with the only existing genealogy, the one reconstructed for house Black which imagines four generations per century, which would result in a 40 level tall family tree).

You realise that I haven't answered your question yet, which is sort of the point. Since I wanted to stick to the books as closely as possible, I haven't come up with any cool names for Draco's ancestor's (yet) – with the marked exception of Robert, whose gravemound I describe in Chapter 1. That's him, at the very top on the left side of the palm tree:

If you're interested though, here are the names of Draco's closest ancestors afawk:

Paternal Grandparents: Abraxas and unnamed spouse

Maternal Grandparents: Cygnus Black and Cruella Rosier

Paternal Great-grandparents: unknown

Maternal Great-grandparents: Pollux Black and Irma Crabbe

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[thelastlynx]

As it’s Wednesday today, I thought I'd share a thing 🙃

From: It’s Hermione, Thanks, Chapter 3: Princess (unposted):

Hermione and Draco have their first row, but then...

Malfoy blinked. 

His face had grown pallid. His eyes were wild for a second, before he turned away, shrouding his face. 

Furious, Hermione stomped into action, down the staircase to her right. She just about managed to swallow the sullen ‘fine!’ that was sitting on the tip of her tongue. As Head Girl, she ought to be better; do better. And at the moment, the best that she could do was walk away.

“Granger, wait!” came Malfoy’s voice behind her.

“No, I’m already—” 

‘Late’, she wanted to say. That she didn’t intend to keep her patrolling partner waiting. But by the sudden creak and long moaning churning sound that came from underneath her feet, Hermione instantly realised what Malfoy had shouted about: 

She’d picked the wrong staircase. 

A swivelling staircase. 

As soon as she had stepped onto it, the construction swung into action. 

Helplessly, Hermione held tight, as the staircase twisted away from the third floor in the east wing where she’d wanted to go, and instead spun and directed itself upwards, towards the fifth floor in the west wing. Malfoy was still standing back on the landing, face and body completely frozen as he watched her go, and now impossibly out of reach. But instead of taking the correct staircase to his left, the one that would take him to the ground floor in a matter of minutes, he took a couple of steps back, then broke into a sprint and—leapt.

Hermione stared, completely flabbergasted, as he sailed through the air, finally landing with ease next to her despite the power of his takeoff. 

He’d never seemed quite as tall and broad to her as he did just then. It was a stark contrast to the way she’d thought of him before. Mere moments ago, actually. Since the beginning of term, he’d acquired a skin tone that almost resembled a healthy complexion. He also managed to put on a bit of weight – though he did appear to be rather slim still. But that, perhaps, was due to his height, as Malfoy was rather tall. Not quite as tall as Ron, but still tall enough that she had to look up to him when they were arguing, or when they were close, like now. 

All of sudden, Hermione had a hard time catching her breath.

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[thelastlynx]

Dignum Memoria

(lat.: worth remembering)

It must’ve been fate, Draco thinks retrospectively of their rencounter.

Which is ironic because, as a journalist, he doesn’t believe in magic or astrology — despite being named after a constellation. (NB*: has nothing to do with superstition and everything with tradition.)

Rationality is Draco’s raison d’être. Irritatingly, his editor finds his writing lacks passion.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Granger smiles. “Nice of you to celebrate Luna’s big night.”

They’re facing the magnum opus: a lion wrestling a serpent; a monstrosity sculpted from green marble and gold.

“Skeeter sent me to cover the opening.” He aims for civility. And yet, he feels rattled. She used to bring out the worst in him, while she… exceeded expectations…

“Ah.” She tucks a stray curl behind her ear (NB: hair looks different than it did at uni). “I heard you went into journalism! Not an art lover then?”

“Not really.” Of-fucking-course his pieces ‘lack perspective’ when he’s always dealt the shit assignments. (DM**: research riveting subject-matters.) “I’m actually a politics reporter.”

She hums with sympathy which gives Draco time to scrutinise her appearance (NB: red Burberry dress contradicts her middle-class background—he later discovers she’s Labour’s rising star).

“Do you like it?” Their eyes meet (DM: amber, not brown); it takes him a second to grasp she’s referring to the sculpture.

“Quite derivative, isn’t it?” He has no idea what he’s talking about.

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow, and it’s like he’s being X-rayed.

It’s a peculiar sensation— one he surprisingly doesn’t hate.

“Seen this a million times, seems like.”

“Hm.” She frowns at the artwork. (DM: bites lower lip when thinking.)

“Mythology isn’t my thing,” he adds defensively.

She levels her gaze back at him, and once again, Draco feels seen; as though she knows him, inside and out. “Ironic, considering your name exhibits a passion for mythology.”

She smirks. And walks away.

Draco isn’t sure if he’s affronted or aroused. But he’s burning with something.

And he finally knows what to write about.

That night, he opens his laptop and feverishly types his winning pitch:

Profile: Hermione Jean Granger—

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*NB: nota bene; note.

**DM: dignum memoria; worth remembering.

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