happy birthday ellie!
Draco/Hermione/Krum - requested by diarycrux
"I expected better of Gryffindor’s perfect princess," scoffed Draco.
"Quiet, you idiot. We both know who my real date is."
"Yes, but no one else knows. And my pride is a bit bruised, Granger. Watching Krum manhandle you like a prized little snitch.”
"Malfoy," Hermione hissed. "You know the entire wizarding world would fall apart if they knew we were in a cupboard together."
"Bloody hell we are in a cupboard. Maybe this is why Potter is so broody all the time, it is pretty miserable in here.”
"Hey! We had to celebrate the Yule Ball somehow."
Draco sneered, “No worries, Granger. Potter never got to snog a pretty girl in his cupboard. That much I’m sure of.”
Hermione blushed…and much to her own alarm, she smiled.
I’ll make it feel so much better tonight
» AU. Following the Wizarding War in which both of his parents are killed, Draco finds himself living alone in Malfoy Manor. Every night, he hears the sound of someone moving around in his late mother’s parlor room; when he checks, no one is ever there. One night, he catches a woman trying on his mother’s dresses, and as he looks in the mirror behind her and notices the way her skin is the slightest bit transparent, Draco realizes that she is a ghost.
"You’re very beautiful," he said.
She said nothing.
Then, as an afterthought, he added, “And lonely.”
She looked at him, a pale hand delicately smoothing out the crinkled lace of her dress. “So are you.”
Save me from the ones that haunt me in the night.
AU: next door neighbors
Wanting to relax after a long day of work at the Ministry, Hermione made herself a hot cuppa, settled into the cozy armchair by the window to admire the London skyline…
…and promptly choked on her tea.
Because Draco sodding Malfoy, the man who enjoyed making her life a living hell both at work and clearly also from the building next door, was wandering around his flat completely starkers.
“He has to be doing it on purpose,” she groaned, bringing her hands to her cheeks to cool the burning flush that spread across them. And despite being embarrassed by the wetness that was quickly pooling between her legs, Hermione edged closer to the window, unable to tear her eyes away from her boss’ perfectly sculpted backside.
no more dreaming like a girl so in love, so in love
two people meeting;
two strangers, not strangers;
only lacking the knowing.