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THE HARD EXPANSE OF HIM PRESSED AGAINST HER IS SOMETHING SHE HAD BEEN CRAVING SINCE THAT IMPULSIVE POST-MISSION KISS. And even with all the months and months of lead up, it had taken her by surprise. That she could feel desire this strongly for anybody, let alone for Draco Malfoy. Since becoming partners, it was as if relearning him, having to scrub away the preconceived dynamic of their relationship and build something new.

There's slight panic as he pulls away, her lips chasing his instinctively before catching herself. Her worry is for nothing though, and all she manages to get out is an eye roll and a playful shove against his chest before he's kissing her again. Her lips slant hungrily over his, tongue swiping at his lower lip, a small approving noise muffled between them. "You may. Have had. One. Or two. Good. Looks," the sentence is broken up, her words punctuated by kisses.

He snorts loudly at her response, opening his mouth to retort with a defiant 'I'm not sulking' (despite the fact that he very much was), when he feels her impossibly soft hands on his cheeks to pull him down toward her. His hands move to grip onto her hips, gripping onto them just as their lips meet. Something ignites within the pit of his stomach as his strong arm wraps around her waist, pulling her against him as tightly as he can. His fingers are splayed on her lower back to keep her pressed tightly against him. Her lips seem almost softer than they had been before -- and even he can't deny how good it feels to have her pressed against him. Draco pulls away for a moment, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as his eyes open -- half lidded as he looks at her.

"So, you're saying I have good looks, then?"

He doesn't give her a chance to respond as he captures her lips with his own again.

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the layers of the golden trio is so fun to think abt bc at first glance it's rule follower hermione wrangling rule breakers harry and ron, but if u look closer it's understandably scared ron listening to harry and hermione discuss their backup plans and all the backup plans are guaranteed to get them banned from at least 7 different countries

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[ CARRIED ] sender notices receiver is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed.  - frm draco

SHE'D BEEN INSISTENT THEY DO IT WITHOUT MAGIC. The task would have taken them a few minutes at most if they had used magic, but there were things that Hermione firmly believed were meant to be done the muggle way, moments meant to be savoured instead of rushed through. And putting together their baby's crib is one of them.

It's ludicrously early for it, they're not even pregnant yet, but she's a planner at heart and something about knowing the room is becoming something for their child makes her feel more prepared than ever for the next step.

She'd just been underestimating how long building the furniture would take without magic - she's not done it since handing her father the screwdriver as a little girl, and he's spent a life reliant on magic. It's hours before he's finished of the last screw and turns to her triumphantly... only to find her on the cusp of sleep in the rocking chair she had brought from her parents' house. "Mm, but we were going to fix up the bedding as well. I already crossed it off the to-do list," Hermione mumbles in sleepy protest as @potentialbreakupscng scoops her up into his arms and heads for their bedroom.

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THE SPACE IN FRONT OF HER IS EMPTY AND FOR THE FIRST TIME HERMIONE IS STRUCK BY JUST HOW MUCH SHE'D GOTTEN USED TO ANTICIPATING THE PUSH AND PULL OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. He surprises her often, certainly, but for the most part she always has a rough idea of how he would react to her. Of how her defiance would rile him up as much as his teasing did to her. This time, he doesn't give in to it, and she's almost ashamed to realise that it's him as the one showing restraint. Not her. Not impulsive, brash Hermione who's hyper-logical one moment and then hopelessly led about by her heart the next.

It's definitely not logic that rules her this time.

"Sulking isn't a good look on you, Malfoy," she says it but she's already crossing the room, closing the short space between them, and pulling him down for a searing kiss.

Because she does want him. Desperately.

Nostrils flare at her words, silver eyes narrowing at her complete and utter defiance. He knows. He can tell that she's lying. She's toying with him, attempting to get him to -- do something. Fight back. Goad her into admitting what both of them already knew. Draco doesn't want to play into her game, to let her win by getting him to do what she wants. His own eyes flick down to her lips -- how easy it would be to just give in, to do what she wants him to do.

"Fine."

Instead he finds himself pulling away, pushing himself off of from the wall and releasing his grip on her hip. Draco takes a step away from her, and finally it feels like he can breathe because he's not consumed by her space and how easily he's drawn into it. He moves to lean on a table -- arms folded across his chest after he pulls his fingers through his hair to get it off of his face. He gestures to the door, raising an eyebrow expectantly at her.

"If you're truly uninterested, then you should leave, and don't kiss me again."

Because if she says no, he's going to respect it. He may have had an awful reputation, but he wasn't that much of a monster.

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THERE'S A WARMTH IN HER CHEEKS THAT SHE CANNOT QUITE PLACE THE ORIGIN OF. Whether it's from his teasing, or his surprisingly gentle touch. His hands are warmer than she thinks she had expected them to be (not that she thinks about them), and Hermione thinks that maybe she'd just so closely associated him with the dark, frigid corridors of the Slytherin dungeons. She hadn't expected him to have the kind of touch that invites you to lean in.

His step back appears to break them both free of whatever spell they'd found themselves under and she too steps back, bumping into the arm of her chair and reaching behind her to hold onto it, steadying herself. "I don't bloody well think so," she's frowning again, loathed to be told what to do, ever so stubborn. "We're partners and besides, I can handle myself. Especially with something as simple as a trip to Knockturn Alley," she'd fought a war, for Merlin's sake.

"Ah yes, I remember what else you like to do with that mouth of yours. Put words into other peoples." He can't help but roll his eyes. He hadn't even said that she was being pessimistic -- or even suggested that it was because it was his suggestion. "Your book is also thousands of years old, Granger. We -- I go there and ask questions, and then report back to you if I hear of anything interesting, and then we can go from there."

His annoyed and frustrated expression softens the moment he hears the shift in her tone. Silver eyes scan her face, his finger lingering on her knuckle as he takes in her features -- the dip of her nose and the way she frowns whenever she's angry. He clears his throat and blinks a few times, removing his hand and taking a step back from her. "Whatever you say, Granger. You're not the one who has to look at you when you're pissed." He turns from her to find her coat. "You should stay here. Shouldn't go to Knockturn Alley with you."

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FOR ONE BLISSFUL MOMENT HER ATTENTION IS DRAWN FROM HIM AND SHE LOOKS TO THE CLOSING DOOR, IMPRESSED BY THE WORDLESS AND WANDLESS MAGIC. A blissful moment because, there are so few times in her life these days when he is not at the forefront of her mind; this version of him that lives in her every waking and dreaming thought as much a spoiled brat as it's living, breathing counterpart. Hermione is convinced he seeks to covet every ounce of her attention, and she stubbornly has been refusing him (though it more and more feels like habit rather than an actual desire to keep him at arm's length).

It was nearly dying that momentarily flipped that switch in her, and all she could think about was how she had nearly died without knowing the taste of his lips or the noises he makes when she runs her fingers through his hair.

When her attention moves back to him, he does as she expects and demands it all. Malfoy has her against the wall, pinned by the hand on her hip and the weight of his stare, his face so close to hers that she can feel the warm fan of his breath. "I don't want you," she says again, and this time, she doesn't even think she's trying to pretend. It's said softly, almost distractedly, her eyes on his lips. It's a gentle challenge, maybe. Goading him to prove her a liar.

He's tried. He's tried so hard to keep his mind off of the kiss they shared -- throwing himself into work, teas with his mother, anything to keep his mind off of Hermione Granger. To distract himself from how soft her lips had been, and how her lips seemed to calm the worry that had been coursing through him because of her near-death experience. Thoughts of the woman had began to plague his mind -- taking it over to the point where he couldn't even work without wondering where she was, or discover something without wanting her to be the first one to know. He blamed it on them being partners -- but it's only gotten worse since her impulsive kiss. There's something behind their banter, the tiffs that they find themselves in. A tension he's never noticed before.

Somehow he knows that she's lying. Whether it's the timber of her voice, or the way her gaze seems to flick down to his lips -- which only makes him lick them without even realizing it. He looks over at the open door, and with a wave of his hand it shuts and locks itself. That same hand moves to grab onto her hip, and before he can even stop himself he's backing her up toward a nearby wall. His other hand moves to rest on the wall behind her head, dipping down so their faces are mere inches apart.

"Now say it like you mean it, Granger." His words are husked, and his piercing silver gaze flick down to her lips for a moment before meeting her dark eyes once more.

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"I'M NOT BEING PESSIMISTIC ABOUT IT JUST BECAUSE YOU SUGGESTED IT, MALFOY," which is a rare thing, but has been the case more often than not lately. They work well together, even she's begun admitting that to herself, and working against him only slows them down. "I'm simply setting realistic expectations. Sleeping draught ingredients are common and widespread. Even my book says that there's no influence on flobberworm mucus by things like diet or region. They're disappointingly homogenous."

Hermione opens her mouth to snap back at him when he's suddenly in her space and it feels as if the air is knocked right out of her lungs, leaving her uncharacteristically quiet as she stares up at him, stuck like a deer in headlights (she has the most peculiar lingering thought that he likely would've never heard the muggle expression before). Her riotous curls bounce back into place after before moved, the coils resting upon his hand where it now touches her forehead. "You're just fibbing to make me spiral. There's no vein," she accuses, though her voice is a little breathless and the bite isn't so present.

"Well, it's better than sitting here -- reading on the origin of flobberworms. You can't always find everything you need from a book, Granger." He folds his arm across his chest -- nose wrinkling slightly when he catches the faded mark on his left forearm and almost turns his arm as if to hide it from view from her. Draco's tried to get it removed, but even people at the ministry couldn't seem to rid him of it. "If it doesn't lead anywhere, then you have full permission to rub it in my face. But if I talk to them and they don't know anything -- then I can at least figure out who their supplier is and we can -- continue that way." He barks out a laugh when her hand goes to her forehead and he takes a step toward her. "You do. It happens whenever someone manages to piss you off. It starts," he takes a moment to push some of her curls from her face and his finger gently grazes a part of her forhead, " here and ends," he lifts his hand to where hers is and places his finger on top of her knuckles, "right about here."

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NOT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HER LIFE, SHE FINDS HERSELF CURSING QUIDDITCH AND THE LIGHTNING-FAST REFLEXES IT FOSTERS IN IT'S PLAYERS. The books are far out of reach before she knows it, and instead of continuing to play herself a fool by reaching uselessly for them, she settles for a different familiar posture with her hands on her hips and her chin raised haughtily - as if she's above such childish games. "Right, fine," she sometimes loathes how good he is at his job, it makes her irritation with him less justified. "Given how common the ingredients for the potion are, I doubt it'll lead anywhere, but we've not got much else to go on."

Her eyes flicker downwards for a split second, drawn to the movement of his sleeves being pushed up, to the exposed forearms. When they return to his face, indignation flashes across hers and her hand flies up to her forehead. "I do not have any such vein!" so much for not being riled up.

His quick reflexes kick in, and immediately he holds her books over his head -- a place he knows she can't reach them. "Well, the first sources I'd think of would be the potions shops in Knockturn Alley," he starts, moving away from her and setting her books on the top shelf, "Mulpepper's and Slug & Jiggers. Mulpepper is the one where people tend to go when they're trying to be more discreet." He hates that he knows these things -- that his former...alliance with the death eaters allow him to know such things. "I know the owner. I could stop by and see if she'll give me any information." He pushes the sleeves up on his shirt before snorting, loudly. "Please, it's obvious when you're riled up Granger," he looks down at her and leans in, raising his eyebrows, "You get this nasty vein that pops up on your forehead." Not that he pays that close attention to Hermione Granger

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' Tell me you don't want me. I dare you.' - from draco

MERLIN YOU IMPULSIVELY KISS YOUR COWORKER AFTER A NEAR-DEATH EXPERIENCE ONE TIME AND YOU NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT. But then... it wasn't just any coworker, was it? And it wasn't just any kiss. It was Malfoy. Annoyingly-hyper-competent-at-his-job-and-surprisingly-witty-with-his-stupidly-soft-hair-and-high-cheekbones-and-perfect-hands Malfoy. And it was a kiss that she'd been thinking about non-stop for three days straight. Honestly, she's half certain it'll be one she still thinks about on her deathbed.

Anybody else it would be a no brainer. You didn't get kissed like that and then pass up on the opportunity to do it again.

But it is Malfoy. And despite their good working relationship and generally amicable interactions, she can't possibly be entertaining the notion of being more with him (her silly little crush be damned). "I don't want you," even as she says it her eyes flicker down to @potentialbreakupscng's mouth, and she wonders if they've always had that perfect curve to them or if she's only noticing because she's felt them slide against her own. When her gaze moves back up to his eyes, she sees the triumph in them. She always had been a terrible liar, and he knew all her tells.

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IT DOESN'T ESCAPE HER ATTENTION THAT HE HAS TWO OF HER BOOKS HELD HOSTAGE - ONE MUGGLE AND ONE MAGICAL. There's something to that she thinks but the thought is interrupted by him before she can spiral, and instead she swiped forward to grab them back. "I am doing my job. Home brewed sleeping draught was used during the robberies. I'm looking to see if there's a way to source where the flobberworm mucus used came from," it's a flimsy, almost non-existent lead but they had nothing else. Hermione leans back in her seat, arms folded across her chest. "Who's riled up? Not me. I'm the picture of cool, calm, and collected," she always had been a terrible liar.

"You're the one who started it, Granger. You said it, not me." He uses the moment of her finally looking at him to take the book from her hands -- now holding two of her books in his grasp. "Unfortunately, I'm stuck here with you. So instead of ignoring me, why don't we actually do our job instead so we don't have to be here any longer than we already do?" He pushes himself up, tucking her books under his arm while a free hand moves through his golden locks. "You're already riled up, which means I win, really."

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Draco has the biggest crush on her. 😳

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🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.  (  nsfw.  )

❛  relax, and just let me kiss you.  ❜ ❛  be naked when i come home.  ❜ ❛  i wanna do bad things to you.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna beg for it, baby.  ❜ ❛  me. you. bed. now.  ❜ ❛  i want to taste you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been waiting for this all day.  ❜ ❛  ready for round two?  ❜ ❛  you make me smile … and also super horny, but that’s not the point.  ❜ ❛  do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  all i could think about today was you.  ❜ ❛  my words can do a better job of teasing you than my words can.  ❜ ❛  tell me where you want me to touch you first.  ❜ ❛  you have no idea how much i want you right now.  ❜ ❛  just looking at you is making me horny.  ❜ ❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me?  ❜ ❛  you’re not wearing any underwear.  ❜ ❛  it’s not that i’m horny all the time. it’s just that you’re always sexy.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to feel you inside me.  ❜ ❛  tonight, i want you to take control.  ❜ ❛  i want you in my mouth.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  right there, that feels so good.  ❜ ❛  how does this feel?  ❜ ❛  you’re not allowed to cum until i say so.  ❜ ❛  tease me until i am begging for it.  ❜ ❛  i’m crazy for you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been very bad. i think i need to be punished.  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.  ❜ ❛  you are the biggest turn on.  ❜ ❛  i love it when you put your hands on me.  ❜ ❛  no one makes me as horny as you do.  ❜ ❛  first, i want you to undress me. then i want you to kiss every part of my body.  ❜ ❛  i get so turned on just thinking about last time.  ❜ ❛  just wait till we get home …  ❜ ❛  do you like that?  ❜ ❛  just lie back and let me take care of you.  ❜ ❛  i love when you talk to me like that.  ❜ ❛  i can’t wait to have my way with you.  ❜ ❛  i feel so weak and turned on at the same time when i’m in your arms.  ❜

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maybe give this a like for me to slide into your dms for some plotting ??

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God & his Mother (crooks and mione) ❤️

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LONG FINGERS COVER THE PARTICULARLY GROTESQUE ILLUSTRATION OF A FLOBBERWORM AND HERMIONE IS FORCED TO GLARE UP AT HIM. For a moment, she considers snapping the book closed on his hand. "Don't be so crass, Malfoy," she scolds, ignoring her burning cheeks. The only way she wanted to use her mouth in his presence is when telling him to sod off. "Is that the answer to getting you to leave me alone then?" her head tilts in a mirror of his without evening realising it. "If that's the case then consider me unable to be riled up from this point onwards."

His brow arches at her words, a smirk growing on his lips as he peers up from the book that she threw at his head a few moments ago. "No -- no, please, Granger," he reaches over and splays his hand across the pages she's buried her nose in. If she is going to dole it out -- continue the quipping back and forth, he won't let her hide her nose in her book. "You think I want you to use your mouth on me? In what way? Enlighten me" He hums softly and leans toward her, eyes narrowing slightly to examine her with a slight tilt of his head. "Because it always puts you into a tiff. You make it so easy, Granger. Why come up with something new when I know what riles you up?"

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PROMPTS FOR FAKE DATING & GOING UNDERCOVER *  assorted dialogue for muses going undercover as a couple and having to maintain the illusion that they're dating, and all the chaos, feelings, and whatnot that come with it, suggested by dollhidden, adjust as necessary, send "reverse" for the reversal of action prompts

DIALOGUE PROMPTS

come on. at least pretend that you like me.

if we hold hands, that'll sell the illusion even more.

what petnames do you think we'd use if we were actually dating?

please don't make this too difficult on me.

stop letting go of my hand.

you're going to pay for this later.

that was way too close of a call.

[petname]? that's what we're going with?

could you at least look like you like me for an hour? is that so hard?

admit it. i'm not half bad.

didn't think i would enjoy this as much as i am.

did you take acting classes growing up?

excuse me! i'm just trying to sell the illusion!

do you think they bought it?

you don't look like you love me. you look like you're constipated.

way to lay it on thick. i think you might have done too good of a job.

pretend to laugh at one of my jokes.

i guess i didn't expect you to dress up for this. i'm impressed.

you know, if you treated me like that on the regular, i might actually start falling in love with you.

they have to believe we're together. how hard can it be?

quick, pretend like you're about to kiss me.

you clearly care more about the tiny appetizers than you do me.

i'm just here for the free champagne.

you clean up nice.

that honestly wasn't as bad as i thought it would be.

they're looking over here. quick, say something funny.

that... was surprisingly smooth of you.

you don't date much, do you?

we should pretend to date more often.

hey! my eyes are up here!

shit, they're coming. kiss me.

ACTION PROMPTS all of these are written as if both parties are fake dating and going undercover at some specified event, but feel free to add your own scenarios if you'd like!

[ hand ] sender quickly takes receiver's hand in public to avoid getting caught

[ waist ] sender quickly slides an arm around receiver's waist in public to avoid getting caught

[ propose ] sender stages a dramatic fake proposal to further sell their relationship to the crowd, catching receiver completely off guard

[ fake fight ] sender and receiver stage a coordinated fake fight/messy breakup in front of the crowd

[ kiss ] realizing they need to sell their relationship to an important person/people, sender and receiver kiss for the first time

[ coat ] noticing receiver is cold, sender gives them their coat

[ entrance ] sender and receiver approach the entrance of the secret event and discuss their plans for selling their fake relationship to the crowd

[ slip away ] sender slips away from receiver in order to take a break from pretending, and receiver goes to find them

[ off limits ] sender and receiver are exploring an off limit portion of the event space, get caught, and are forced to try to explain how they got lost

[ the big kiss ] to conceal the fact that they're exploring an off limit portion of the event space, sender kisses receiver dramatically once they're caught

[ introduce ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to a very important (and potentially dangerous) person at this event

[ family ] sender introduces receiver as their lover/date/partner to their family, who just so happens to also be at the event

[ lost ] sender loses receiver in the crowd and rushes to relocate them before their cover is blown

[ flirt ] when someone else shows interest in receiver, sender steps in and makes it clear they're "taken"

[ exit ] sender and receiver have successfully accomplished their goal, and now must sneak out of the event as covertly as possible

[ spill ] sender accidentally spills their drink on receiver and rushes them to the restroom to clean them up

[ private ] in a brief moment of privacy between the two fake daters, sender admits to receiver that they don't think receiver is as bad as they thought

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IN THE EARLY DAYS OF THEIR INVESTIGATION, THEY HAD THEORISED SHE MAY BE A TARGET. After all, Hermione is arguably the most famous muggleborn in centuries, and one who was extremely vocal about the changes she wanted to see within the wizarding world. Blood purists and traditionalists hated her, and their killer was undoubtedly an extremist. They'd always suspected that she would be the perfect target, but the months had slipped by without any peep in her direction and she thought that maybe he hadn't wanted to raise the heat quite so high on himself.

And then when it had happened, it wasn't the sudden duel she'd been anticipating in those early days. It was stalking and terrorising. And that had completely thrown her.

Hermione welcomes the safety of his arms, tucking herself in against his chest and clinging onto him. Despite the shame she felt at being seen so fearful and vulnerable, she cannot deny the relief that rushes through her now that she's no longer alone in this. "I know I should have told you but... I just couldn't bring myself to," there were the threats against him of course, but it was also admitting to a weakness.

The turmoil within him was solidifying. Condensing into a cold rock that hit the pit of his stomach like lead as a wave of icy horror filled him. The true depth of what she'd endured rocking him to his core as he returned his gaze to the pile of little letters, noting not just one, but several pictures upon the table. The truth of their existence causing a look to fill his features. One that hadn't been there since the war.

It was a cold and brutal mask of pure rage and death. A level to which he'd descended only during those darkest months. Bloodlust filling his veins as one thought echoed through his mind, consuming all others in their wake. His rage causing the air around him to thicken with uncontrolled magic. He's been watching her.

Lifting his gaze back to hers though caused all of that to wash away as he saw the horror and panic he felt reflected in her gaze.

Moving around the table he slowly pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly into his chest as he held her close. Suddenly needed the reassurance that she was ok even as his mind whirled. Catching this killer was even more paramount then ever and an idea was forming. One that made his legs want to give out from underneath him because for once.....they knew who his target was.......