“This isn’t something you can mend with the spells you’ve memorised by heart, Granger.”
Had the circumstances been different, she would have raised a sceptical brow at the lack of cynicism in his tone. He simply sounded resigned, and the forlorn lines etched on his face made her heart ache for him.
“But there’s must be something I can do,” she refused to be swayed. “Anything. Please, Draco… let me help you…” her voice cracked with emotion. All she wanted to do was reach out for him, but he felt so distant despite the closeness of their proximity to each other.
“This is my battle to fight,” he responded gruffly. “You’ve done more than enough. You’ve battled my inner demons quite valiantly, I think.” with heartbreaking tenderness he reached over and cupped her cheek, his fingers splaying lightly against her skin.
She tried to reply, but her throat clogged with unspoken emotions. A lone tear rolled down her cheek, and he wiped the wetness away with his thumb.
“I’m sorry, Granger, but I can’t be fixed.”
Hermione: Draco, I know.
Draco: What the hell are you talking about??!!! Get out!
Hermione: Please, just let me…
Draco: I don’t need your help, Granger!
i find it hard to see your face
cannot remember it well enough, only the details such, then i see it in my head,
when i am with you its familiar and beautifulShe’d been avoiding him.
Avoiding his glances, his stares, his pathetic attempts at trying to get her attention in potions class. For fucks sake, he had even gone as far as to start harassing the golden trio again, which only resulted in receiving a few cuss words and empty threats from Potter and Weasly. She, however, didn’t even acknowledge his presence.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, he didn’t have time to be chasing her around like a fucking pathetic lap dog. She hadn’t returned to the tower since Slughorn’s party.
He had a task to do. Snape had tore him a new one but now it all seemed so blurred. It was all her fault. He felt as though he was getting pulled in too many directions and if something didn’t give he was going to be fucked, his parents were going to be fucked and she was going to be royally fucked.
He hung his head at the Slytherin table, while doing his best at ignoring Pansy and Goyle. He felt a pair of eyes burning holes through him, he was more than use to it by now. The whole fucking table thought he had gone mad.
“Draco, what has been up with you? You seem so withdrawn from everything and everyone, did something happen? I heard how Snape had-,” Pansy interrupted his thoughts, again.
“Please Pans, don’t,” was all he could grit through his teeth before abruptly getting up to leave.
There, again he felt the heated stare. His head shot around the hall like a bat out of hell, ready to rip out this person’s eyes and shove them down their bleeding throat. Brown; that’s all his mind registered as he caught her, finally.
Brown and grey mixing for the first time in two weeks, he could only stare back at her with a mixed expression. However her’s read confusion, confused about what? She was the one ignoring him, she knew he had been trying to get her attention for the past two weeks. He felt his heart clench before she broke their starring contest.
A growl emerged from the back of his throat. He didn’t have time to be chasing after her, he had a task to do. With one more glance at the Gryffindor table he turned and walked out of the hall.
His destination: the Room of Requirement
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Hermione: Harry told me not to trust you. He has watched you but I believed in you, I have trusted you, I loved you! You told me you will never give me up. I loved you and you betrayed me!
Draco: I love you still. Please believe in myself. I didn’t want to hurt you, I was compelled. You are the sun that lights my days, you are the moon that lights my nights. Please believe in myself.
Hermione: Never again.
After saying these words, Hermione turned to hide her tears. She had loved him but now it was over.
Hermione’s hands trembled as she read the paper. A Muggleborn family murdered. The Dark Mark was spotted. The only known suspect was a young, blonde man who had fled from the scene
Chills ran down her spine as tears welled in her eyes. He had promised her that this was done! That this was in his past and that he wouldn’t have returned to it!
“Hermione?”
His voice caused her to shake as she combusted to the sobs.
“I—I had to—Please, hear me out it was for your own—” Draco began to murmur softly as he walked over to the sobbing young woman.
Her fierce eyes raised to look at him, a look of disgust twisted her features. “For my own what? My own good? My parents murdered for my own good?” she spat out, her snarl causing Draco to shudder.
“Hermione—he was going to kill you—listen to me—I had to! I did it mercifully—they didn’t suffer—”
A dark laugh erupted from her throat as she choked back a sob, tossing the paper on the bed. “Stupefy!” her voice ripped through the silence as Draco was flung from the doorway, crumbled in a heap on the floor as she quickly made her way out of their home—her body trembling as she let her anguish consume her.
Draco groaned before quickly pushing himself up, ripping through the doorway as he urged his legs to pump faster to catch her—to bring her back—to beg for forgiveness.
Draco Malfoy has everything Ronald Weasley could desire: money, attractiveness and brilliance.
But Ronald Weasley has something that Draco Malfoy hasn’t. He wants it so bad and it drives him mad. Her love.
“Just know I love you more then anything but I can’t have you live like this, especially not for me.. I’m so sorry. Obliviate.”
Puremudbloods Challenge 002: Marriage Law
Marriage Law Successful?
Last October, when the Wiznegamot enforced the new Marriage Law, stating any eligible persons under suspicion of affiliation with the Death Eaters is enforced to wed any Muggle or Muggleborn person of approved choosing, society was in an uproar. As rioters broke out across Wizaring London, Ministry officials continued to insist the necessity of the decree. Now, almost one year later—more than two years since the end of the War—we see that perhaps the Ministry was right after all. Pureblood wizard Draco Malfoy, son convicted Death Eater Lucius Malfoy, wed Muggleborn Hermione Granger this past June. For those who remember, Miss Granger is the best friend of the famous Harry Potter who, despite the Prophet’s insistence, refuses to confirm or deny the rumours that he is planning to enter the next election for Minister of Magic at the young age of twenty.
I caught up with Draco Malfoy and the newly named Hermione Malfoy to ask the couple on their thoughts of the Marriage Law. Mr. Malfoy was less than pleasant and, between profanities and rude gestures directed both at myself and my photographer didn’t tell me much. Miss Granger, who seemed quite embarrassed for her husband’s behaviour, was a little more forthcoming.
“It’s not so bad,” Mrs. Malfoy assured. “It took a lot of getting used to be, but now it’s just a normal thing to always have him around.”
Mr. Malfoy made a rude noise under his breath at his wife’s comment, which led me to believe his opinion differed, but he offered no response. After asking Mrs. Malfoy a few more questions, which she answered more than pleasantly but not too interestingly, Mr. Malfoy finally pulled her away, claiming to need to go home.
It doesn’t give us much of a story, but from what I can gather newly-wed Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy seem happy and are proof that the Marriage Law isn’t all so bad. Mr. Malfoy’s silence certainly left time to see the way he stared at his new missus, perhaps with even a bit of love. Maybe this will finally put those protesters to bed about the Marriage Law being a bad idea, when it is simply bringing people together.
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Hermione: Draco, I know.
Draco: What the hell are you talking about??!!! Get out!
Hermione: Please, just let me…
Draco: I don’t need your help, Granger!
“Well, well, what do we have here,” Draco sneered, his eyes taking in her image worriedly. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days, but she had also never been more beautiful to him. It’d been so long since he held her.
“Malfoy,” she said in a shaky voice, the fang in her hand only a feet or two away from the horcrux.
“Stop her, she can’t kill it,” Blaise mumbled, his hand shaking.
“Kill her,” he heard Goyle’s voice, a shiver of disgust running down his spine at the thought of that.
“I- we only need to keep the horcrux safe, that’s it,” he tried, his eyes locked with hers.
“So? The Dark Lord said nothing about her or Weasley, we only have to bring Potter back alive-“
He gripped the wand tighter, his jaw clentching and unclentching. If she could just take her wand out and at least deal with one of them…
“Come on, Draco. Do it. Kill the mudblo-“
With a growl of rage, a jet of red light enlightened the room for a second and Goyle flew backwards, his body hitting a tall pile of garbage there.
There is a thin line between Hate and Love. Dramione means a lot to a lot of people, and it is definitely my favorite ship. I decided to dedicate a blog to it, and to try and make it the most comprehensive source for a lot of Dramione media.
