#dramione snippet

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Nott Manor looked like something that was built based on a Victorian Era Gothic novel. In fact, it was built during the Victorian Era after demolishing the old home that was wrought with decay and dark magic. The home sat on nearly 35 acres that had been passed through the male lineage and was located right in the middle of Derbyshire, surrounded by thick woods.

The home was all slate gray stone and bricks built into a three story manor that donned pointed rooftops and cylinder shaped columns on either side. The home had been there so long that the earth wanted to gobble it up. Ivy was growing alongside the front of the house and along the edges, almost all the way up to the second story. Age and weather darkened the shingles and along the edges, appearing to be a rather sad little home, even in the middle of a bright and sunny afternoon.

Overall, the home looked quaint, even for a manor that had passed through generations of Notts. But these lands were heavily guarded by dark magic and impenetrable wards. Not even the ministry bothered Theo. They knew what he did for a living, often hiring him themselves. But the history of the Nott family and the danger of entering into their land without Nott’s permission was too dangerous.

And beneath the home was the most wicked slice of property.

It was accessible through the woods that hugged the southside of the property. A cellar door was built into the middle of the woods and inside of this door, were stairs that led them deep underground. The cellars were stone and frigid cold. Moisture dripped from the walls, as if the land itself wept for anyone unfortunate enough to be placed within.

The cellar went deep and consisted of a very large, open room that held several small cells barred off. But each cell allowed a view into the middle of the room where a large, stone slab dais sat. A table for working on prisoners, adorned with leather straps bolted into the rock.

Currently, Cormac McLaggen was huddled into the cell furthest in, huddled against the stone walls and Draco could barely recognize the man. One of his eyes was so badly beaten that it was swollen shut and the skin was tight and black with blood that was trapped beneath the surface. He had a broken nose that appeared to be healed several times before it was beaten again and again. His golden brown hair was tainted red and his clothes were dirty and also covered in blood.

Theo went to town on him, apparently having a field day with him before allowing Draco to have his turn.

The sound of Draco and Theo’s shoes clipping against stone and dirt caused McLaggen to jerk his head up in fear and his back to press further into the corner.

His one good eye was following their every step as they stepped into view.

With his hands in his pockets, Draco tilted his head to appraise the man who fooled the world into believing that he was decent. Into making everyone believe he had coveted Granger only to willingly hand her over to a psychopathy.

The memory of the way Cormac’s hand had gripped on Hermione’s. The way he had tried to lure her with lust in his eyes and evil in his heart...it was enough to make Draco want to kill him now.

And, he could.

He could kill him quickly, with a curse. He could take his time, dismembering him as he cried out for help. He could do it anyway he chose, because nobody would ever know.

Nobody would ever find him. He’d shrink each limb down into little bite sized pieces and then toss them into the fireplace that Theo’s ancestors installed into this room for that very reason.

But, he had to stay focused. He needed Cormac to talk.

“McLaggen,” Draco drawled as he stepped up to the bars. “Enjoying your stay at Nott Manor?” Cormac said nothing, only gulped and lifted his chin in defiance. “You should feel lucky.” Draco gripped onto a bar and slid his hand up, looking around at the tiny cell. “Not many people get invited inside.”

Theo chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned his hip against the raised, stone slab in the middle of the room. Along the wall opposite of the cells were tools meant to cut, cut and inflict the most amount of pain onto the human body. There was no need a wand here, in order to make a man speak. Draco didn’t need the magic that thrummed inside of him as he watched the man cower away as Draco moved to the cell door. Because this man had willingly pursued a woman he never intended on dating. He only had ill intentions and Draco found it hard to feel any remorse for what was about to happen to him as Theo flicked his wrist and allowed the door to spring open.

Cormac pushed himself further into the wall, uselessly kicking his bare feet against the dirty floor. They slid and slid and he went nowhere.

Nowhere, at all as Draco slowly stepped inside of the cell and pinned his cold dead stare onto him.

It was easy to slide back into this colder version of himself. It was where he had to live most of his life, particularly in public. And it wasn’t until his father was arrested and put on trial did Draco allow himself to reach the tips of his finger out for a bit of something good and warm.

It was what allowed him to kiss Granger that day outside of the courtroom.

But remembering the way she had hugged him before he kissed her? The way she had responded to him when he did? It was what allowed him to slip into this terrible person he had dreaded becoming again. Because he would do it if it meant she would remain safe. He would do it if it got him the answers he needed to make sure she stays alive.

“You have been a very naughty wizard, haven’t you, Cormac?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Theo clicked his tongue against his front teeth and wagged his finger at the man, illiciting more fear to grow in his eyes.

Crouching down in front of him, Draco rested his elbows on his knees and peered at him. Cold, murderous eyes met wide, frightened ones and for a moment, Draco said nothing. He simply allowed the fear and anxiety to build and build as he waited for whatever may come.

When Draco inhaled, McLaggen winced. Draco smirked as he spoke. “I’m going to give you one shot, Cormac.” He held up a finger. “Just one.” His eyes refused to release Cormac’s. “To tell me everything I want to know. When you, inevitablly, fail to give me what I want, I will have to force it out of you.”

Theo started to bounce on his heels, Draco could feel the anticipation in his friend from here.

“And there is no need for Veritaserum, here.” Draco waved a hand over his shoulder, gesturing to the wall of tools meant for today’s session. “Because you will, eventually, talk. You will tell me everything I want to know or I wont hand you over to the DMLE. I will not take pity on you. You will remain her, enduring anything Theo wishes to inflict upon you, every day.” He paused and allowed his eyes to roam Cormac’s face, reading the fear and disbelief hidden in his eyes before he finished. “Until your body gives out and your mind has checked out.” He stood and slid his hand back into his pocket. “And then you will die here. Alone.”

He spun on his heels and jerked his head at Theo. “Shall we get started?”

Theo wiggled his eyebrows before rushing past Draco and into the cell.

Cormac started to kick and scream. “No, no. Malfoy!” He was clawing at the floor and the wall as Theo grabbed a foot and began to drag him across the cell floor and toward the stone slab.

Draco turned around to observe the archaic and primitive devices of torture when the sound of bone snapping echoed in the room before Cormac’s howl erupted.

Spinning around, Draco lifted a brow as Theo let go of the man’s foot. It was twisted at an unnatural angle and was already turning black and blue. It was broken, twisted and snapped at the ankle. Draco sighed and lifted something off of the wall.

“Really, Theo?”

Theo rolled his eyes and shrugged before pulling his wand from the holster on his chest and aimed it at the man. Cormac’s body levitated into the air before it landed, clumsily, onto the stone slab. The straps quickly cinched over his ankles and his wrists before they tightened and pinned Cormac’s body to the rock.

“I really felt like he needed a reminder as to who, exactly, we are.”

“You’re fucking Death Eaters!” McLaggen lifted his head and snarled before he descended into a groan of pain as his broken ankle strained against the binds holding him down.

“Actually,” Draco slid the device up to Cormac’s hand and shoved his fingers in. A large metal screwed was attached to two slabs of metal. Once one was to start twisting the screw, the top slab would lower and lower until the fingertips were crushed and rendered useless. “I was the Death Eater.” Draco sniffed and began to twist the screw, watching with intrigue, as the top metal plate began to lower. “Of course, I didn’t want to be one, mind you. But, if you’re going to go around throwing accusations, you may as well get your facts straight.” He huffed when the plate finally met the pads of his fingers. “But, you know, we are not the ones in question here, McLaggen.” He twisted and twisted and Cormac began to growl in pain. His one good eye squeezed shut as his groans turned into screams.

“Yes.” Theo hummed and tilted his head, watching the fingers turn red and then blue as the bones began to break beneath the pressure. “What are you, McLaggen? What kind of prosecutor gives his date a glass of poisoned champagne?”

Draco’s lips pulled back as he bared his teeth, twisting and twisting the screw until skin began to break.

“I didn’t know it was poisoned!”

“Liar!” Draco stepped back and shoved his hair away from his forehead. “I saw Moore help you escape. You have been hounding Granger, practically begging her for a date.”

“Because I fancy her!” Cormac cried. “I’ve fancied her since school, you idiot!”

“Then why did you poison her?” Theo asked, calmly as Draco moved and grabbed a poker off of the wall. With his wand, he lit a fire and held it up to the tip of the prongs.

“I didn’t know it was meant to harm her.” He was panting through the pain, his eye wildly searching for Draco. “It was only supposed to knock her out.”

“Why?” Draco’s eyes glanced from the poker, to Cormac.

“Because I wanted to take her home with me. Moore told me that he would help me win her over.”

Draco snarled and stabbed him in the shoulder with the poker. “Win her over? How on earth would knocking her out win her over? What the hell did you plan on doing with her once you got her home, McLaggen?”

Theo rested his elbow onto Cormac’s chest and tucked his hand under his chin as he grinned down at him. “I think you should take his good eye, Dray.”

“His eye?” Draco frowned and pulled the poker out of his shoulder and held it up so that Cormac could see it. “With this?”

“Yes, he doesn’t need it to speak.” He batted his eyes down at Cormac. “Do you?”

Cormac was panting, gasping for air, his eye rolling around in pain. But he balked at Theo’s voice close to his face. “I wanted to fuck her!” He admitted, causing Theo to suck through his teeth and shake his head.

The heat of anger dissipated, and Draco was struck anew with that frigid cold. it was like death, seeping out from his pores. Death he could deliver to anyone he deemed worthy of it.

“You knew she didn’t want you.” His voice was just as cold. Just as dead.

“You or Weasley don’t deserve her!” Cormac’s angry was suddenly bursting out of him. “Weasley is a useless idiot and you!” He laughed. “You are nothing but the worst kind of trash.”

“And you?” Theo continued to dig his elbow into Cormac’s chest. “You, the mighty prosecutor with big dreams to turn politician? What was your end game? To force Granger into being your wife so that you could run for minister and have all of the support she fought for to be bestowed onto you?”

Draco could see Cormac’s death, now. It would be so fucking easy. And it would feel good. He didn’t want to use the poker. He didn’t want to use a knife or even a wand. He wanted to use his hands.

“She would have made the perfect trophy wife.” Cormac sneered up at Theo.

But Theo was smiling, serenely. As if Cormac had said exactly what he hoped he would have said. Unbeknownst to him or even Draco, tucked into Theo’s right hand which was resting on the slab just beside Cormac’s right side, was a knife meant for gutting game.

Cormac grunted as the blade jabbed into his side, right between two ribs, while Theo kept his eyes trained on his and watched the man grow pale as the knife twisted.

Theo was taking over for Draco because he had to. Draco was going to kill Cormac. And then they would never get the information they needed. And then his soul would be tainted in a way he had worked to avoid for years and years.

Because, he wanted to save his soul to match Hermione’s. The idea reminded him that she was at home, waiting for him. She knew he could be a bad man and she wanted him anyway.

Draco dropped the heavy, iron poker and watched Cormac flinch as it clattered against the stone. “Tell me about Moore.“

[eastwindmlk]

🐙 share a snippet where the character is being a brat/smartass

Okay, since I originally only got three of these I was going to give everything a published and an unpublished snippet, but then @nena-96 … Sorry an anon… went a little wild. But I am still going to do it. I also do not have internet, don’t ask, so I am doing this on word. LOL

From the Need even more snippets asks.

Share a snippet where a character is being a brat/smartass “As for finishing Dracula without you, you were too busy with your boys. And I needed a distraction” Lily offered in ways of excusing the inexcusable with a smile that could do with a little more contrition, if it were up to him. “Although, I wouldn’t at all object to reading it again. It’s a good book” she remarked before adding, “Now, are you going to continue?” She asked with a cheeky raise of an eyebrow. “I’m ill. It’s in the friend code. Ask Marlene, she’ll tell you” she replied a little smugly, before sniffling. She did in fact have a cold, of course this wasn’t a surprise, it was a bitter November, and she and the girls had gone out a few days prior to throw snow balls at each other and every passer-by. Which just so happened to include the entire Gryffindor quidditch team. After that, chasing people around the common room with wet gloves and freezing fingers. “You can apologize all you want, Evans. I am not forgiving you for reading Dracula without me and leaving this.” He shook the booklet in his hand with mock anger. =Unpublished, Jily 6th year.

Draco was sipping at his soda as she piped up, rather proudly: “Well, if you would just get on with making my mum swoon, this could be a daddy-daughter date.” Making him choke on the carbonated drink, coughing for a good few seconds trying to regain his composure.

“I don’t think your mum and I would get on too well,” he remarked, not sure why he was humouring this conversation, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when she looked so curious and asked him all of that in an assertive tone.

-Flying Lessons Ch.4, Dramione

[theboywhoarrive10minsearlier]

"This Gryffindor was a Hatstall," he declared, his voice rich and commanding.

"She has more Slytherin in her than half of you combined." He let that sink in.

"She felt unsafe in her dormitory," he continued, tone sharp.

"She is smart. Ambitious. Works harder than anyone." He swept his gaze across the crowd.

"Her grades are first place on the academic board," he added.

"You’ve all seen it." A murmur. Curious glances. Intrigue. "

She is our friend," Draco said smoothly.

"And she will be living here. Snape has already arranged the transfer. Her things are being moved to the girls’ dormitory as we speak." Gasps. More whispers.

"It is now our duty to protect her," Draco continued, voice turning sharp.

"She is one of us now." The murmurs shifted. Turned supportive. One of the Slytherin girls smiled, stepping forward.

"I’ll show you around, Hermione."

[zeebee3]

Any chance of a teaser/snippet for U&U?

Sure! Perhaps it’ll help me finish the approximately eight sentences the chapter needs before it’s ready to post 🤪😂

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A random snippet from the next chapter:

“If you were going to use raw magic for something, what might it be?”

He hummed a thoughtful sound at the map. “In general, or in a park?”

She twitched a shoulder in an abbreviated shrug. “Whichever you have an answer for.”

He had a slow sip of coffee as he considered the question. “I would use it for something that I felt in my core needed to be accomplished. Creating something, or stopping something.” He trailed off, eyes dropping to the floor in an expression that seemed almost self-conscious. “Fixing something.”

It was a cryptic answer, though she wasn’t so ignorant of Malfoy’s past to not hear the veiled reference. He’d been open with his regret and generous with his apologies in the year after the war, and though society seemed happy to forgive the man for the forced actions of the boy, something suggested that he hadn’t quite let it go. It softened her toward him, one single iota.

“Something tells me Clarke is far less noble than that,” she replied, in what she hoped was a light, casual tone, then tipped the cup up to finish it off.

When she lowered it, Malfoy was looking at her. She dabbed her lips automatically. “What?”

Another moment of nothing but piercing grey eyes and then Malfoy stood and took a step toward her. She recoiled on instinct, unprepared to withstand his touch a second time without leaning into his scent and warmth, but all he did was take her empty cup and exchange it with the one in his other hand.

She accepted it reflexively, confused. “Why are you giving me this?”

“Penance,” he said, then shot her a wink. “I know one is never enough for you.”

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A teensy morsel 😙

For real though, the chapter is almost done, I’ve just been writing about four other things in tandem because tis the season 🧑‍🎄 thanks for your patience 🫶

[browneyesandhair]

Incorrect Harry Potter Quotes: Hermione: So this isn’t some well-known pureblood-only concept that I couldn’t possibly know because I’m a muggleborn. Draco: I’m sorry sweetie, not this time. I’ll put a few feelers out, and ask around. But there aren’t even whispers about this topic. This needs to be an altogether new entity of some sort. Let’s just relax. We can handle it all in the morning. Hermione: You’re right. I should do some research. Maybe he had some divination induced visions of some sort. Draco: Maybe start with Andromeda. You said the first journal was about her? She’s a reliable source as any. But let’s go eat dinner.

Insp: J

[iceemist]

Snippet

A little excerpt of a kinkyy one shot series i have planned ehheeh

He conjured the candle. The glass of it skidded along the ground, before lifting up and into his palm. She always thought it was a pretty candle, with the red and black swirls. The top of it covered in blood drops, all dried marking every meeting they’ve had. It was always more than she remembered.

“Let me see your palm.” He cut a small gash, before repeating the same motion on his own hand. The pain of it no longer lingering, it was familiar now. Comforting.

“Repeat after me.”

She nodded.

His silver eyes bore into hers. “I solemnly swear-”

He swished his wand to the left. “-I surrender myself-” She flicked her to the right.

“-For the purpose-” He made a circle with his wand, a dark pink shimmer illuminating the tip.

“-And pleasure-” Hermione circled her own and watched the light, almost white, pink tip of her wand light up complimenting his much darker shade.

He let the blood drip down his over the candle. Allowing the flame to sizzle.

“To Hermione Granger.”

She mirrored his actions, “To Draco Malfoy.” The fire extinguished. Their eyes locked, like a rubber band springing them back together.

[bluestringpudding]

WIP Word Search Game

Thanks @alexandra-emerson for the tag!

My words were blue, smirk, and candle.

The WIP is How Did We Get Here, and all the snippets are from published chapters as I am very behind in writing the next one.

Blue

Hermione had pulled the blue paper curtain around Jules’ bed, but it was still possible to hear her talking, Draco paused to listen.

“Do you remember what you said when you spoke to me in hospital after my accident?” she asked. “You said you could count the number of times you’d seen him cry on one hand.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well in the last week I’ve already reached over half your total.” She stated matter of fact-ly. “I’ve watched him throw up, not eat, not sleep, just sit by your bed from the moment you were admitted until the moment you woke up. The reason you never see him cry is because you’re the one that holds him together.”

Smirk

“Hi, bye, I’m not dead by the way, would have been a start!” Theo cried, the anger in his expression finally breaking, turning to disbelief.

“In that first year, I might as well have been!” Draco pushed, trying not to raise his voice in the relative quiet of the pub.  “Sometimes I wished that I was. For what it’s worth, when I first left, I meant to come back. I thought I’d go away for a few months, let off some steam, feel better, come home.”

“What happened? Having too much fun as a Muggle?” Parkinson asked sarcastically.

“You could say that…” Draco answered, briefly catching Jules’ eye with a smirk.

She opened her mouth and drew a breath, her eyebrows drawing together angrily again.

Draco quickly raised his hand to stop her.

“I wish it had been that simple,” he said quickly. “But it was simpler than it had ever been before. The anonymity, the fact that no one could remind me of what I’d done or who I was; no one wanted me to be anything or anyone. Someone cared about me, not because of who or what I-”

Candle

In the halo of candlelight, Hermione saw Narcissa open the phial and carefully drip three drops of the liquid onto the small patch of fabric. She circled her wand slowly above the table, quietly repeating an incantation in Latin. The drops started to glow a soft purple, turning brighter at the edges as the material started to singe. Narcissa fell silent and extinguished the candle with her fingers.

The glowing embers floated upwards and started to form shapes in the air above the table.

“It’s a map!” Jules whispered in awe.

It was a map. There was a purple dot in the middle of it, and streets were forming outwards from it, with their names written along them in elegant handwriting.

Okay next I'll tag @uncannycerulean and @allalrightagain with the words inch, laden, gold (reserve words: picture, brush, and strong).

To play share three snippets from your current WIP that include the words above (you can use the reserve words if those first three don't appear in your story). Then tag some more people with some new words!

[authorjoydragon]

Trick or Treat! Share a snippet, headcanon, art, or vibes with your followers, then pass it on. 🎃

Oh another one! How sweet, sorry I’m late! Here’s a dramione snippet from a story I’m sort of dabbling writing but mostly just thinking about.

Eighth Year

“I’ve never seen you look so cross, Granger. And you’ve punched me!” He stated cheerfully.

Hermione felt her cheeks flush, “Oh, god, Draco I really am so sorry about—”

“No, you’re not.” He grinned at her, but not unkindly.

She bit her cheek, trying not to smile back. “Okay…maybe not.”

“Do try not to repeat that though. Can’t ruin my pretty face in case I have to fall back on modeling.” He stroked his jaw in reverence.

She rolled her eyes at him, not bothering to contain her smile now. “What would it be? Cologne ads?”

“Men’s underwear, of course. Gotta show off the goods.”

Hermione sputtered before laughing, tipping her head back.

“There we go.”

When she glanced back at him, he was looking at her with a soft expression she’d never seen on his face before. “What?”

“You needed to laugh. Don’t you feel so much better now?”

She blinked. She had completely forgotten that she’d been cross at something before he sat down.

“I do.”

[girl-with-goats]

Work Snippet: Fruits of your labour

In the end, the music stopped. Hermione looked back at Draco, catching his gaze. The last notes of the piece vibrated in the air between them, as soft as the fluttering of her own heart, and Hermione reached out a hand to cover Draco’s still lying on the keys. It was much smaller compared to his, yet she let their fingers intertwine while never looking away from him. It was enough to electrify her skin—Draco’s eyes on her always had the ability to render her speechless and flushed. When she first met him, she wouldn’t have described him as soft. He was anything but, a play of shadows in the darkened temple, sharp, with edges ready to rip and tear her apart, yet— Yet he had anything but softness for her—him, the devil, the god of war, the scariest person on the earth.

Fruits of your labour, chapter 17 🍇

[dramioneasks]

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[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Snippet

December

I’ve spent the last two weeks of November whipping the little Slytherins into shape.

I’ve spent the last two weeks watching Granger ignore me. I’ve spent the last two weeks neglecting to take my potions. I can’t sleep anymore. There is no more manipulation of time.

For two weeks, I’ve watched Granger through the halls, inside of the common room. At mealtimes, I watch her while I build my army. I have spent the last two weeks listening to her shower, watching her study. I order my little soldiers around, training them to be the best they can be.

And I watch her, I watch her. I watch. Her.

The point is, I miss her.

Our little show in the Great Hall has caused the boys in our school to find her even more attractive. Because now they know she puts out. They’re just stupid enough to think she will put out for them. So, I watch them follow her around, flirting and teasing her.

The point is that when Professor Sinistra starts tells us to pair up for our end of term Astronomy assignment, I’m aching with regret. Anger and rage, punctuating that word.

Bro.ken.

The Ravenclaw with the big, dark lashes asks her to be his partner. She’s still ignoring me but today, her eyes flick over. An impulse, probably. But I grasp at it. Her eyes, they get stuck onto mine and she can’t tear them away. I capture her, adding her look to my growing collection as I lift a brow at her.

Her cheeks flame and she tears her eyes away from me before nodding her head at the Ravenclaw, agreeing to his request.

One day, I’ll look back at this moment and realize that it was my breaking point. Later, I’ll realize that for Granger, this is a breakthrough.

The point is, my entire life has been different stages of hell but this one, where all I want is her, is a special kind of hell I’ve created all on my own. And I’ve had enough. I can take a lot of abuse but this? It’s too much.

So, as soon as class is dismissed, I stalk over to her and I wrap my hand around her arm and before I know it, I’m pulling her. We’re stumbling down the stairs and she’s asking me what my problem is.

Her. She’s my problem. Me. I’m the biggest problem.

She’s protesting and clawing at my hand but I don’t let go. I’m pulling her until we’re in an empty class room no longer in use. I’m pulling her until I’m closing the door behind us with a locking spell.

“You win.” I growl as I shove her away, her back hitting against a desk.

“What?”

“You win, okay? I give up.”

I don’t know why I’m saying words. Why does my mind wonder away while my mouth moves? I can’t understand why my body does what it wants while my mind just hovers outside of my body, thinking of all the repercussions I’ll face with father when he realizes I’m about to throw all of his hopes and dreams into the garbage, where my own lay forgotten and miserable.

“What are you talking about?” She scowls at me and rubs at her arm, but her eyes are bright. They’re shining and full of sun rays breaking through all of the bullshit that stands in front of her.

Me.

“I’m not doing it anymore.” I sink my hands into my hair, scraping my nails against my scalp. “I can’t watch you shine those eyes on other boys. I can’t watch you give them all of your attention.”

“You had you chance and you humiliated me.” She reminds me, her words biting with anger and I just missed it like crazy. I miss her anger, her pain, her pleasure. I miss it all.

“Because I can’t do it!” I step into her, wrapping my hands around her shoulders. I peer into her stupid little face that keeps me up at night and I tell her, “I want you all to myself. I want you to break me. I want you to fix me. I want. You.” All of her, all of the time.

Her matte pink lips are parted in silent shock and her big, beautiful eyes are roaming my face, dissecting it, pulling it apart until she can unearth the lies. When she finds none, she lifts her chin. “You want to date, then?”

I groan and slam a hand over my eyes. “Just be mine, Granger. Don’t make me say stupid shit like that.”

When my hand drags down my face, I peek over it and she’s pursing her lips and nods once. “I’ll be yours if you say it.”

Gods, what a bitch. What a terrible, wonderful little woman. All of the blood rushes to my groin. For several moments, I say nothing. She says nothing. We just stare at each other and we’re waiting for the other to give in, while my dick hardens and something like lust curls deep in my gut.

The point is, Granger is the most stubborn little witch I’ve ever known and the point is, I’m fucked.

“Fine.” I sigh and though a tight jaw, I force the words out. “I want to date.”

“Me.” She adds and my eyes narrow in on her.

“You.”

The corners of her lips are fighting the urge to lift into a smile full of sun rays but she doubles down and says, “And only me.”

“Oh, fuck me.” I slap at the ant crawling up my neck and close my eyes. “Only you.”

And this witch, she does something that makes me want to bite her nose and rip her to shreds. It makes me want to wrap her up into my arms and squeeze until she’s part of my fucking soul.

“I’ll think about it.”

My tongue jabs into my cheek and my nose scrunches up in a sneer until she smiles at me. She’s tilting her head up, looking at me and she fucking smiles.

I’m on her before she can blink twice.

My mouth crashes into hers, capturing her perfect little pink lips and I’m stealing all of her oxygen while my hands grip her hips. I’m lifting her into the air and sliding her onto the desk before I’m kissing a trail of rage and pain down her neck. Punctuating her body with my adoration and my hate and our robes are falling, fluttering to the floor. My mouth is on her stomach, her shirt lifted up to expose her bare, soft porcelain skin.

It’s so smooth and perfect, I can’t stand it.

I bite into her flesh and she whimpers, she claws into my scalp and yanks at my hair. “Mine.” I’m gasping against the impression of my teeth, two pink crescent moons mirroring each other. I kiss them, gently. “Mine.” I say it again, in case she didn’t hear me.

She’s pulling me up and pressing her lips onto mine with such delicate strength, I start to melt. Over and over, her mouth presses into mine, softly, fiercely.

The point is, I can’t hate her. Not even at all.

The point is, she’s absolutely perfect and if it were up to me, I’d fight her every day until I die. I’d fight her until we can’t stand it and until our bodies are apologizing against our mouths, our fingers.

But it isn’t up to me.

Not, really.

Still, I kiss her back. I’m starved and she’s been slowly feeding me, torturing me, showing me what I could have if I just opened my fucking mouth.

That day, in the abandoned classroom, I take her from behind, bent over a desk and I kiss her back and her neck and I tell her how much she drives me crazy. How all I can do is think about her, want her, miss her.

She trembles with relief and when I collapse over her, completely spent, I plant my lips against the little ridges along her spine over and over and over.

Mine. I promise her.

Mineminemine.

And I’ll never give her up.

“Malfoy,” She breathes my name as I flatten my cheek against her sweaty back.

“Hmm?”

“If you ever try to hurt me again, I’ll hex your balls off with a strategically aimed bombarda.”

My cheeks tighten as my lips pull back to expose the most feral grin I’ve unleashed since I’d been released from the facility this summer, and somehow the room fills with sunlight. It must be pouring from her eyes.

The taste of freedom dances on the tip of my tongue again, and this time, I’m ready to take a bite.

[eastwindmlk]

For WIP Wednesday I present to you a snippet of Curses and Caves! A Post-War Dramione AU! where they work as a curse breaking team. Part two out of two might make it out this week.

“Oh, would you look at that, you left me a cup of tea.” He joked, reminding me that I, in fact, completely forgot about the cup I had poured myself at the beginning. Too focussed on the job to take a break.  Completely mortified, I start wondering what else I left out for him to find and scrutinize. What else would he make fun of? “Focus, Gwen Stefani. We have a job to do.” I quip in the hopes of pulling his attention to the map or the colour coded files that were actually relevant to the case.  Anything but the mess on my desk, the purple slippers or, heaven forbid, the picture of us from the time we went to a Mexican restaurant. I had told the staff it was his birthday soon, not a lie, in an effort to get a free dessert. Which we did get but only after he had spent the entire dinner with a sombrero on his head. 

Read part one here!

[rishnea]

So if you asked me a year ago if I would read fan fic of something I’ve never watched, like Supernatural, I would say no because why would I.

Now I would have to pause and say maybe. I saw a snippet of a fic that enticed me into reading it despite knowing nothing and now I need to draw the fan art.

Which is to say, have some Dramione art inspired by Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by @isthisselfcare

[erin-orolin]

WIP Name Game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thanks for the tag @chiquita-3! Titles are always something I come up with right before posting usually, so my WIP docs all have boring names 🤣

* Ronsy Fest

* Drarry & Ron Auror partners

* Charlie/Draco

* Romione expansion

* Ron/Pansy joke shop

* Ten Years fic

* Misfits

* Wedding Dramione

* Ear pieces

Gosh I have too many things half-written 😅 tagging @aurorasleeps-27 @zeebee3 @sweet-s0rr0w @lemonlimelea @thetacowrites @elliebyrrdwrites @wrathful-wrackspurt and anyone else who wants to do this!

[ginnyfics21]

The Art of Ascension, by GinnyFics21 Dramione, Post-War, Aurors NEW Chapter 62/63 296K Words, Rated E.

Ao3 Summary:

Ten years after the fall of Voldemort, Auror Draco and Detective Hermione are partnered together on the Ministry’s high profile case hinting at a Death Eater resurgence. Can they put the pieces together to stop it as the plot unfolds and secrets unravel between them?

“I know what you did, Malfoy; what you sacrificed,” Hermione said quietly. “There is good in you somewhere, if you’ll let yourself see it.”

His eyes were dark, unreadable and calculating as he stared back at her, “I may be on the side of the angels, Granger, but don’t think—for one second—that I am one of them.” **

**A fic written around this particular quote from Sherlock.

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For the penultimate chapter of my WIP, I commissioned this beautiful comic strip fan art of my Ao3 summary snippet from an artist who goes by the penname RIE. Check out the fic on Ao3!

[arabellatheauthor]

WIP GAME

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all files in your WIP folder regardless how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

Thank you for the tag @colubrina!

Unfortunately I am a chaos person so most of my files are labeled untitled, but let's see what I've got that makes sense

ISO Fuck Buddy

human AU draft 020125 clean draft

Soul Like Stars

marriage law

new rules

BTW 4

town bike

dad draco

defiance

LA dramione

A House is Not a Home Without You In It

draft 3

30 Days _ final pass _ photon and kate _ ch 9 and on

Draco OOTC

sevmione marriage law

draft

reverse gh hermione

5+1

This really showed me how many half started fic ideas I had that I will never finish (and that's okay).

tagging anyone who wants to join! as well as @lexdelioncourt @hummingbee-o0o @monstersinthecosmos @hazel-sage @senlinyuwrites but really no pressure and anyone can do it