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– The Art of Losing to Hermione Granger

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– Celestial Reckoning, grangerette

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– Celestial Reckoning, grangerette on AO3

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When you read multiple fanfics of the same couple. It feels like they’re soulmates who find each other in every universe, no matter the circumstances.

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Love, Hate, and Everything in Between Book Cover

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“What did you kill to be this peaceful?” They wondered. I answered, “Myself.”

I killed many versions of myself to reach this peace. The one on her knees— praying, screaming, and begging. The overachiever, the perfectionist. The sacrificer. The over—everything. The angry one. The fragile one. Because in her chaos, she’s found her solace. In her wrath, she’s found her home. Her raging roaring fire, she’s found her pieces. And now her mind’s quiet. The buzzing stopped. Her grave sounds like the birds chirping. Waves crashing one another. It's where her love lies. It's where she dies.

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In time, you will meet someone who will not just run a finger down your spine. Rather someone who will delicately trace the words down your spine, carefully choose you among the other books in the bookshelf, and gingerly open you so your cover will never crease. Someone who will drink your words to revel in every chapter and dog-ear their favourite pages of you. Someone who will be ecstatic to finish every edition of you and still keep you.

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“I should be furious,” he murmured, his voice gravel-thick and low. “I am furious. But I’m more terrified of losing you than I’ve ever been of anyone.” Hermione stared at him, stunned. “Why?” His throat moved as he swallowed. “Because I don’t want to go through the rest of this war if you’re not in it.” – Celestial Reckoning on AO3

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“You don’t have a wand,” she said. “No magic. No home. No future. Unless, of course, sewage filtration or dragon-spine mines interest you. But I doubt even your ego would survive the stench.” He bit the insides of his cheeks. “You’re seriously making a war criminal your legal lead?” “You’re not a lead,” she said coolly. “You’re a puppet.” Draco swallowed hard when her eyes bore into his. “You know what I see when I look at you?” she murmured, voice dropping to something cold and coiled. “A hypocrite in silk. A snake defanged, still trying to hiss like he’s venomous. But you’re not dangerous anymore, Malfoy. You’re mine. And I like my toys where I can see them.” – In Her Image on AO3

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And before she could open her mouth again—before she could say something clever or logical or very, very Hermione Granger—he cupped her face in both hands, tilting his head to the side and looking intently at her doe eyes. “Yes, you do have chutney on your face.” And pressed his lips against hers. – The Art of Losing to Hermione Granger on AO3

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In Her Image on AO3

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Celestial Reckoning on AO3

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The Art of Losing to Hermione Granger on AO3