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Professor Malfoy

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Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love | Chapter 29 | isthisselfcare

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Granger pressed her wand to the glass and sent out a Lumos, illuminating the lawn.

They both leaned forward to observe the next hunt. Now he could feel the silk of her negligée sliding against the fabric of his shirt. Now he could feel the brush of her backside against the front of his trousers. The button at his fly caught at the small of her back.

Maintain the equilibrium. Maintain the fucking equilibrium.

He put a hand on the window ledge.

Granger’s breath was coming a bit faster – the faint patches that misted against the window gave her away.

The feel of her was so – pleasurable – tempting – ambrosial.

What was it about this witch?

Why were the forbidden things the sweetest?

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modern au doodle

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I was first to say “I love you”.

We were at the Black Lake. It was spring. I had my back resting at a tree, a blanket laying under me and a picnic before me. You had asked for a picnic date and I couldn’t refuse your sweet request. I had immediately provided and that Saturday, instead of joining everyone (and their terrible stares and their gossip) in Hogsmeade, we had a picnic by the Lake. We needed that time alone, away from those who called us names. “Death Eater scum. How can a war heroine be with him?” We had had enough.

You were in my arms, laying between my legs, with your head resting on my chest. You were reading a book. Not a wizarding book, not even schoolwork. It was a muggle novel, about a man who lived in his fantasies and thought himself to be a knight. I was reading over your head and you pretended not to know that I was doing that. I knew you knew I was reading because you waited a couple of minutes before turning the page. The book was in Spanish and I was terrible in any language that wasn’t English or French.

My hands were tangled in your curls. I was tugging them and playing with the perfect ringlets. Or I was massaging your scalp and you were humming in pleasure. Such beautiful sounds you were making. You were mesmerizing when you read and you were even more enticing when you read in my arms. Some men are turned on by the naked body of a woman. And there I was, my body overflowing with desire as I had you in my arms, fully dressed in jeans and a sweater, reading Don Quixote in Spanish and translating to me the words I couldn’t understand.

You were, and are, a perfect creature.  

I was first to say “I love you”. I stole it from your lips that day.

You were reading in my arms and I was holding you tight, playing with your hair and at some point, you put your book down and turned around to face me. I could swear that your eyes had the colour of amber at that moment and for a second, I was magnetized to their depth. And then my eyes traveled from your eyes to your freckled nose and rosy sun-kissed cheeks. Then I looked at your lips, rosebud and perfect, set in a shy smile that spoke words without voicing them.

“Draco, I…” you said and I stole the words from your lips as I kissed you. And as we tried to even our breaths, I whispered what I had known for an embarrassing long time.

“I love you.”

I was first to say those words. But even after years of blissful marriage, after three children (and two cats and a dog), after grandchildren, after hardships and love that heals the deepest wounds, after years of having you reading in my arms, I’ll never tire of hearing them from your lips, my Hermione.

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At home in front of the fire…

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how everything good in life seems to lead back to you (exist for love, aurora)

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Daily warm ups turned into doodles :)

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Atlantis x Dramione AU! Hermione as a hot geeky adventurer/scholar, and Draco as the shiny thing LOL I have a few fairytale crossovers up my sleeve! 😉

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TW: torture/ mentions of blood

"Let's play a game. Shall we? Draco?"

The man looked up at his supposed Master, grey eyes hollow of all emotion. Face bruised and beaten up. Limps trembling. Had it not been for the two Death Eaters, forcing him on his knees by holding his hands, he would have collapsed. His clothes were ragged. A white shirt barely clinging to his shoulders, scars and bruises peaking from under the destroyed fabric. His hair was matted and dirty, messily falling over his eyes and barely obscuring the terrible view before him.

Voldemort, sitting on his throne of death. His snake-like features full of malise and bloodlust.

He had been tortured for hours. Endless hours. The cruciatus curse, knives, whips, beatings by furious death Eaters. Voldemort had made an example out of him, allowing every death Eater that desired it, to play with the blood traitor. To show him his place. To make him suffer before his ultimate, very public death.

"My loyal subjects, let's play a game," Voldemort had called and the sheep had followed blindly.

There had been a decree released among the ranks.

Upon the revelation of his double loyalties, Draco Malfoy was not only going to be killed by the Dark Lord. A simple Avada wouldn't do for a man such as him. An Avada would have ended his suffering when all Voldemort wanted was to play with the blood traitor. To show everyone what happened to those that defied him. To those that fell in love with mudbloods.

Draco was going to be very publicly executed before all of Voldemort's death Eaters. After days of torture, torture just for the fun of it and torture for information about the Order, he was finally brought before Voldemort for their final countdown.

He remained tightliped through all this. Not a single word had left his mouth for days. He had gladly betrayed Voldemort but he would never betray the Order. Never betray Granger.

"Let's play a game, Draco." The young man sneered. Grey eyes filled with hate. He spit the few saliva, mixed with blood, that he had on his mouth at Voldemort's feet. The pain of the curse was instantaneous but his lips remained shut. He didn't scream.

Voldemort laughed. The Death Eaters laughed.

And as they laughed, shadows moved from within the ranks. Draco, in all his pain, managed a small smirk. "Took you long enough," he thought as a soft swooning sound, followed by a breeze reached his ears.

This was it. The end of the war.

"In games," a woman's voice spoke clearly and authoritatively, "in games, whoever laughs last, laughs better."

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Envy

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