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“You know Granger, I do think the muggles have the right idea when it comes to trousers at least.”

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Ok is there an after affect of Manacled because I feel like I want to cry and it’s the only thing I think about all of a sudden even when I didn’t cry when reading it

SOS. 😓😓

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Ok guys! SO I FINALLY READ MANACLED. In fact I finished it! IT TOOK ME A WHOLE BECAUSE I KEPT PROCRASTINATING.

Okay so now I’m basically going to rant:

FIRST. WHO THE FRICK LIED TO ME AND SAID HERMIONE WOULD DIE AT THE END. I WAS PREPARING MYSELF FOR THAT MOMENT AND IT DIDNT EVEN? SECOND, WHO ALSO TOLD ME IT WASN’T A HAPPY ENDING?? BECAUSE THAT ENDING WAS PRETTY HAPPY TO ME.

I’m going to admit I didn’t cry as much tho as everyone said. I DID TEAR UP BUT I EXPECTED TO CRY WATERFALLS. I think it’s because I had a bunch of spoilers on TikTok BUT WHATEVER. My fyp fault not mine.

ANYWAYS, THE PLOT WAS SO GOOD. I NEVER EXPECTED THEM TO HAVE A RELATIONSHIP BEFORE HAND, AND RHE WAY DRACO CARES SO MUCH.

I’m honestly so speechless I don’t even know what to say. I loved the plot, I loved everything about it. I just wished I cried waterfalls BUT LET ME KNOW IF ANY OF U GUYS DIDNT CRY AS MUCH..

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Erm

For the people who have X (Twitter), how do you guys gain your audience 💢 I just got it and Im already pissed off no one views my shit even tho its just an account where I post random stuff....AND ITS LIKE EMBARAASING TO HAVE 0 FOLLOWERS AND LIKE 95 POST. I dont know where to start /genuinely.....HELP!!!

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Hermione, in the infirmary: sorry for almost breaking your nose

Draco, sedated: yeah it was hot as fuck

Hermione: what

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Hi guys😛

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Durmstrang Draco and Beauxbatons Hermione ♥️🦋

I’m planning to do Dramione studies of styles I adore and Miriam Bonastre Tur’s Marionetta is the first one I chose!

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Draco: Will that be enough?

Hermione: Enough for what?

Draco: To keep you.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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judgiest couple in potions class 🧪 *sniffs disdainfully at slug club*

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At The Gala - Mr Malfoy and Mrs Granger-Malfoy ✨

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Bonus material from my Dramione short story Probabilities

Long before it was a fic, Probabilities was a 1000-word scene written for a writing group critique. I liked it but was busy with other things, so it sat in a folder for about a year until I finally adapted it into the short story I always envisioned.

Here's the original scene, and you can read the fic it became on A03. (36k, Explicit, now complete!)

*** The first time Draco Malfoy was inside Hermione Granger, they were in an alley adjacent to Wand & Cork, wizarding London’s hottest new ticket. Having arrived separately in celebration of its grand opening—guests of proprietors Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom, respectively—they soon found themselves intertwined in a sticky heap while the first toast of the evening spilled from the open doorway around the corner.

“Merlin’s saggy ballsack,” he moaned. 

Hermione hit the ground, panting hard. “You were just—”

“I think I’m dying.”

“—inside my—”

“Hnnnnnnnnnnnngh.”

Hermione looked down at her ruined clothing and the evidence of his intrusion, and grew pale. “St Mungo’s, now!” 

The question of whether Draco had recovered from the shock of finding his left foot inside Hermione’s abdomen was not resolved, at least in Hermione’s mind, until she awoke in a hospital bed six hours later following a delicate operation to extract the shoelace knotted around her ribcage. 

The specialists didn’t attempt to disguise their glee. Visions of peer-reviewed scientific studies danced around her bedside. 

“We did the calculations. The odds are roughly one in twenty-three trillion, seven hundred billion!”

“Lucky me,” Hermione muttered. “Any advice on not repeating this fortuitous event?”

They chortled their way from the room. Spontaneous Apparitional Overlap had been a thought exercise until approximately nine o’clock the previous evening. The odds of it happening twice, and to the same person—well, numbers didn’t go up that high, as far as they knew.

“He’s fine, if you were worried,” Harry told her later, valiantly fighting a persistent lip twitch. “He lost a toenail, but your surgeons fished it out.”

“This isn’t funny. I could’ve died.”

“When they wheeled him away, he was crying about”—a small giggle escaped—“dragonhide oxfords.”

Hermione went home the new owner of a vat of pain potion, a tin of scar ointment, and a burgeoning phobia of Apparition. She memorised the bus schedule and spent a month practising small bursts up and down the length of her flat, where statistically improbable coincidence might not result in pointy men putting their pointy body parts inside any of hers.

“I’ll go,” she told Ginny, once she felt able. “But that walking bombarda had better not be there.”

“I think he’s in France,” Ginny replied, squeezing her hand. “And good. I can’t keep popping by with pinot just to see you. Your recycling bin tells a tragic story.” 

That Saturday, she spent an hour lecturing the mirror with increasing severity. “One in twenty-three trillion, seven hundred billion,” she finally snapped. “Now fucking do it.”

A half second later, she appeared beneath glittering lights in the quietest corner of Diagon Alley with the satisfied feeling of having accomplished something nearly impossible. 

And, in a sense, she had.

“I thought you were in France!”

“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.”

This time, it was Draco who required the urgent attention of the overjoyed Accidents and Catastrophes surgical team. They’d offer her bracelet back, they informed her, but they’d had to cut it from around his femur.

A letter arrived two days later. 

I have an appointment at Gringotts on Wednesday. Three p.m. sharp. Since your existence apparently threatens mine, please advise that you will be elsewhere. On the other side of the country, preferably.

Cooped up and irritable, Hermione weighed the benefits of introducing her elbow to his chest cavity. She wrote:

Have you ever ridden a bicycle? It’s excellent exercise, and I’d finally be safe from your erratic Apparitional whims. As a bonus, I think it’d be hilarious to see you try.

The owl returned shortly.

Please, Granger. I coughed up a hairball. 

Wednesday came and went, and Hermione stayed safely home. 

It wasn’t a durable strategy, however. Following her second “accident”—the specialists, still deep in their calculations, had offered only an exultant shrug—Harry and Ginny had intuited that she was likely to either introduce sweeping Apparition safety legislation that they’d be obligated to publicly support, or become a shut-in. Neither option appealed.

Therefore, Hermione had a date for that weekend. 

Non-reschedulable.

“It’s nearby,” Ginny told her firmly. “You can walk.”

The Magical Trade Regulation Specialist was a flavourless fellow whose mousy brown hair topped an uninspiring list of distinguishing characteristics, but he had never splinched their bodies together—twice—so she agreed.

An hour in, she was sucking down her third Paloma as she lugged them through yet another unsuccessful discussion topic. She’d just given up on shared hobbies and was navigating a directional change toward her latest interest—“Are you familiar with quantum entanglement, Marvin?”—when, from behind:

“How dare you leave your house without informing me! Unsafe behaviour!” 

Hermione spun on her barstool to find Draco gripping a sweating pint glass and glaring like she’d just kicked his favourite peacock.

“Forgive me,” she said, blinking at him. “I had to go back a decade to recall the last time I saw you when you weren’t crying.”

“Your fingers,” he hissed, “were inside my groin.”

Marvin coughed.

“Perhaps if you’d aimed better—”

“Perhaps if you didn’t insist on knowing everything—”

“What does that have to do with it? I didn’t know you’d be Apparating at the exact same moment, in the exact same place, twice!”

“I don’t trust you,” he announced. “I need to know your whereabouts at all times. Give me your schedule.”

A damp cocktail napkin was thrust into her hand. She took up her wand like a quill and pretended to write.

“8 p.m., date, currently interrupted. And I walked here, so if anything, you're endangering me.”

“This,” he scoffed, snatching the napkin back, “is not a date.”

“Actually—” began Marvin.

“Where are you going after this?” he demanded. “His or yours?”

“We—” Marvin started.

“Mine, you shit! Alone.”

He swept a calculating gaze over Hermione and the date she’d almost succeeded in forgetting. Then, settling onto the stool beside hers with a motion like a conductor setting a moderato, he gestured for her to continue. 

“I’ll wait.” His teeth glinted. “In the interest of safety.” 

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JUST FINISHED “Amor Vincit Omnia”!!!!!

ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT. Tho it didn’t make me cry IT WAS PERFECTION. THE WHOLE PLOT AND EVERYTHING?? THE BACK STORYYY?? THE THINGS I WOULD DO TO READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME AGAIN! The plot twist too omg like Ginny…..TOP TIER RON BASHING TOO I CANTTT. I LOVE HOW SWEET THEY WERE AND THE TEEN LOVE I JUST SHBDBENSNANNDD

(Perfect timing the moment I finished the book “Love me like you do” started playing HAHHAHAHA)

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Hugging her own Draco constellation, where Hermione feels at home 💫✨

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(Random yap I’m going insane)

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Guys I was like reading a fanfic and when I read I listen to music right,

So like I’m a huge fan of Green Day and all of a sudden their song “Last Night on Earth” plays and then I started comprehending the lyrics or whatever and u can NOT tell me this is not Draco to Hermione.

LIKE if you literally just imagine it, the lyrics being Draco to Hermione, IT JUST SUITS THEM SO WELL.

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“My beating heart belongs to you.” TELL ME THAT ISNT SOMETHING DRACO WOULDN’T SAY TO HERMIONE.

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“I walked for miles til I find you.” Bye when that line was sung I started thinking of “This Bitter Earth” by Ikorus cuz in the book Draco spent so long looking (okay more like hunting but whatever…) for Hermione in the first hundred of pages….

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I swear any song that will go through my AirPods I’ll connect it to some Dramione fanfic or just make up this whole scenario in my head

(Send help anything I listen to or see I’ll just think of Dramione……)

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Someone pinch me if I avoid reading manacled again because I told myself I would read it after “Damaged Goods” and now I’m reading “The Right Thing to Do” and “All The Wrong Things” 😢😢

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In the stacks 👀