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It’s all my heart wants

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Our favorite little blonde brat

Draco in his dorm room keeping an eye on the Giant Squid (or is it the other way round?")

Hermione lay still as he crawled closer over her, his shoulders rolling beneath his dark shirt. She felt the bed dip where his hands pressed. “Every day, I’ve been in this windy fucking place looking for you,” he said, drawing alongside her and draping a leg over hers. “Rocky, windswept, barren, squawking seabirds. Took a Muggle ferry…fucking dreadful.” A hand slipped beneath her head, his fingers flexing in her curls. The other traced lightly over her face. She watched him, unmoving, waiting to see what he would do, while her heart beat rapidly beneath his arm. Beside her bed, a small window was cracked. A cool breeze rolled off the arctic sea into the white-washed room. It was midnight and still a shimmering glow of sunlight cast a pearlescent light over everything. “Why didn’t you tell me you were going, Hermione?” The pad of his finger caressed her lip.

Her heart stuttered. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “But it had been awful. Everything seemed to be unravelling at once…and those dismissive comments…months of work questioned. And then the charms weren’t working…” her breath hitched, “and suddenly I—I just—I just needed—” She glanced out the window. The sliver of a mountain lay blue against the horizon across the cold water. A hum rumbled in his chest. “I know, darling,” he whispered, his nose brushing over hers. “Tell me, when you need space, must it really be from me too?” She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and shook her head. The taste of salt lingered in the back of her throat. “It’s not you. It wasn’t. I just…sometimes I can only think clearly when I’m gone—away—alone.” She shook her head again. She must have hurt him. He must be so furious with her, so frustrated. She knew he would be when she left, but she had to, she had to, she had to. And now she couldn’t open her eyes.

A fulmar cry carried on the breeze into the window. “Hermione,” he whispered, his finger brushing against her lower lip again, “look at me.” Slowly, light filtered in. Silver eyes filled her vision. “You brilliant idiot,” he said, smiling against her, “I’m in love with you. Desperately.” Her breath caught. His rapid heartbeat thrummed against her. “But I drive you mad with my opinions and schedule and projects and —” “Mmm, I rather like that sort of madness.” “But I left—” she swallowed. “Yes, Hermione, and it was a bit shit waiting around in the lab wondering why you were late—and then why you were fucking missing.” His voice was calm, but sharp. Forgiven, yes, but clearly the eight days

between them were not forgotten. He leaned in closer—impossibly close. “But, know this: no matter where you go, I will still love you. Run off to the Westfjörds here again for all I care, just… leave a note next time, will you? So I don’t panic when you’re not at your desk.” His nose nuzzled against hers. She couldn’t help the grin tugging at her cheek. “Did you make a scene?” “Of course I fucking did.” Their lips brushed against one another in the ghost of a kiss. But she had more to say. More he needed to know. “Draco, I sometimes need to leave. To just…escape.” “I know you do, darling. Just tell me where you are… Or at least a general direction. I promise to give you a three-day head start and then come find you.” His finger pulled at her lower lip, his eyes darkening. “Draco,” she breathed against him, “I love you.”

2/2 “To the ends of the earth…” a dramione ficlet inspired by Iceland (and the Lord Huron song)

(Text is also in the alt text)

I love themmmm!!! I hope you get to run away wherever you want and no one ever makes you do anything you don’t want to!

Here to appreciate the verve you bring to the alt text party

Other people are sharing helpful solutions which I appreciate! But I also just wanted to pipe in with a huge resounding yes to everything you’ve said. It’s so horrible it’s almost too much to even acknowledge, so I just want to acknowledge it and you and me I guess!

Pansy as Casey is perfect 🤯

I’m so sorry (not even a little true)

Did you ever watch chuck? Bakula as Daddy bartowski does something to me. Is @rapunzerelli.bsky.social on here? Jojo am I sick for this

ANNN ANN AN WHAT

I love them!!! You had me at Star Trek and lost me at tos though! Justice for Janeway I’ll be taking no questions

Photo of two pints of beer (partially drunk) in gloomy light against the backdrop of a pub wall with eclectic posters and framed portraits

#dramione Happy Accidents
400 words

It happens entirely by accident.

She's sat at the Red Lion, awaiting her date and the start of the Friday quiz. The theme is Star Trek, and she knows she's going to emerge undefeated tonight. Impress her date in the process.

BAMF Ginny Weasley (don't piss her off)

Perfect incredible 🙏

Like biker as in eco-friendly bicycle or biker as in leather and comfort with one’s own mortality

Yaaay!!!!

Chapter 2 of Obsecare is now 🌟 going down 🌟

archiveofourown.org/works/493905...

Everyone here is living their best lives, including and especially me!

HAHAHAHAH

Go! Now!

Lives will be changed!

This is extremely real? But also recently I’ve been thirsting after the dad in a series of picture books. The illustrator did not have to go so hard on his character design 😩 I can’t be entering my “ladybug girl’s dad / your name” fandom era, I just can’t

I’ve literally never had a thought in my head so I’m not sure who put these notes in my own discord! But if they’re there I might as well do something with them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Admit it. You’ve thought about it. You and me.” “I’ve done no such thing. She’s terribly professional, your minister.” “She’s not, and I have records to prove it.” “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.” He crawls toward me. “I have it on great authority that you, Hermione Jean Granger, once forged a signature on a piece of legislation.” I choke. No. There’s no way he knows about the Ley— “The Ley Line Rehabilitation Act, I believe. Forgery. A criminal act done by one very smitten little minister. Oh what’s that? I happen to have a photograph.” I can barely breathe or I’m breathing too much. Either way I’m minutes from death. If he’s dedicated his life to protecting me, he’s doing a terrible job now. “Don’t say it, Malfoy. Do not say it—” “Look just there. Who signed this document? Was it Minister Hermione Granger? Or was it Mrs Draco Malfoy? I’m having trouble deciphering your terrible scribble.”

// dramione WIP

Was doing some work sprinting and found a tiny scrap heap of draft dialogue for a minister/bodyguard fic tucked away in my personal discord.

Maybe I’ll hack away at it later as a little treat 😮

Same yes same

Yes this is the one

A screenshot of an email from Tenor congratulating me that a gif I uploaded of Mr Knightkey from Emma. (2020) has been shared 300 times

lol I’m so proud?? this gif wasn’t available in discord and I’m nothing if not a problem solver! (You can find it by searching “overwhelmed knightley”)

Not looking good for the braves

Poor little babies 😭

They would look so smart in their little outfits 🥹