would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart
'cause lately I've been scared of even thinking about where we are
I was mindlessly scrolling on pinterest to take my mind off things but then I saw this quote and it brought my thoughts back to my grandpa. I wanted to make this quick graphic to thank everyone who left me messages and kind words of comfort. You are angels to me.
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Marriage Law #2053: Any unattached witch or wizard between the ages of 21 and 40, must find and secure a life partner by September 4th. Failure to do so will result in appointment of a partner by Ministry officials, and any resistance to aforementioned appointment will result in severe punishment.
Favourite FanFictions: The New York Revelation by kalee60
Hating each other for a lifetime - easy. Being forced to work together - impossible. When Hermione & Draco are sent to New York on a mission, things don’t go exactly as planned, and neither had any idea what working closely would eventually reveal…
They were asking him if he would trade a reality of power with the reality he lived in now; the reality with Granger. He tried to imagine it.
He tried to imagine never being forced to stay in her dorm. He tried to imagine that all those arguments had never happened. He tried to imagine that she hadn’t sliced open his palm, and then hers, and blended their blood. He tried to imagine never kissing her after the bee sting. He tried to imagine that they’d never been ice-skating, or watched fireworks, or had sex, or read Shakespeare, or talked, or cried, or kissed, or screamed, or anything. He tried to imagine the absence of all those things, and merely the notion of such made something at his very core ache. A reality without his and Hermione’s isolation from the rest of the world, and all the events that had been catalysed by that, was not something he could even bear to contemplate.
"Both of you already know my answer," he said quietly. "I wouldn’t change it."
Luna beamed back at him with an almost proud expression. “I knew you were going to say that.” Leaning her head against Blaise’s shoulder, she sighed with contentment. “Everything’s going to change, and it’s going to be so much better."
FANGIRL CHALLENGE (x) | Pairings 8/15
↳ Draco x Hermione
Parvati was gazing at Hermione in unflattering disbelief. She wasn’t the only one either; when the doors to the Great Hall opened, Krum’s fan club from the library stalked past, throwing Hermione looks of deepest loathing. Pansy Parkinson gaped at her as she walked by with Malfoy, and even he didn’t seem to be able to find an insult to throw at her.
Seven years and forty days he had waited for this moment. From helping Potter defeat Lord Voldemort (thus revealing the true side he was on), to spending five years fighting as an Auror, rounding up ex-Deatheaters, to working his way up through the Ministry before gaining his position as Minister of Magic—and while Draco often referred to those times as some of his proudest moments, he often found himself telling people about one accomplishment in particular—
When he was running late for a meeting and slammed into a wall of brown, bushy hair—his latte flew everywhere and his papers scattered about—as he bent down with a scowl on his face, to retrieve his items, his eyes locked with wide-doe brown eyes and a slew of ‘Sorry!’s that stopped as soon as Hermione recognized him.
And he knew instantly, that his life was about to forever change.
They dated off and on for five years, after that incident. Hermione often chalked it up to wanting to focus on her career as a Healer, and Draco, although he’d never willingly admit it, was going to wait as long as she needed.
Finally after Hermione secured her position as Head Healer at the newly opened medical facility (donated generously by Malfoy Incorporated) that specializes in war-resulted handicapped Wizards and Witches, and those suffering with PTSD—he couldn’t wait any longer.
He had her meet him at the grounds of Hogwarts, a small picnic laid out, at ironically, the same spot where she had punched him square in the face.
Needless to say, she didn’t find it as funny as he did.
He proposed to her, down on one knee, with his family heirloom wedding ring that’s passed down from each female Malfoy.
"Not about to run off on me, are you Malfoy?" a soft, playful voice interrupted his train of thought.
She looked absolutely gorgeous —- curls cascading down her back, soft pink roses clutched between her hands, a baby-breath floral crown perched at the top of her head. She looked, Draco mused, much like the ending of winter. Pure as snow, but melting with the whispered promise of Spring—new life, new promises, and second chances.
"Of course I’m not, Granger." Draco smirked, tucking a loose tendril behind her ear.
She returned his smirk as the officator continued to speak,
"Promise me," she whispered.
Draco was quiet for a few moments, before pressing his lips to her forehead,
"Forever and always, Mrs. Malfoy"
A gift for the lovely Patrize <333
'Cause I fell in line
At a different place
And it wasn’t my fault
No it was never my fault
Prompt: Draco and Hermione are assigned to work together on an advance potions assignment.
Draco’s hand dragged his eyes down, before snapping back up to focus on the bushy-please-cut-me-off-and-put-me-out-of-my-misery hair twit that sat before him.
"Is that all, Granger?" he drawled lazily, his irritation growing by the minute, making a mental note to return the favor to Snape for sticking him with her.
'Overgrown greasy bat,' he thought bitterly, propping his legs up on the table.
"No, that’s not all Malfoy!" Hermione huffed, shooting him a glare as she plopped down numerous thick text books, and shoved his legs off the table.
"Bloody hell Granger—"
"I’m not Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy! I refuse—do you hear me? I refuse to do this assignment for you. Now get off your bloody arse and go grab some books!"
"Make me." he sneered, extending his legs on the table again, effortlessly sending numerous texts to the floor.
Hermione’s eyes grew wild, immediately standing up and sending her chair behind her flying, causing numerous students to look over and snicker at the scene.
"OH! You foul-loathsome-evil—"
"Evil little cockroach, yes yes I’ve heard it before. Anything new, Dear?" Draco smirked.
Looking as if she were about to implode, Hermione snatched the assignment papers and her book bag, and headed towards the restriction section. Muttering the entire time of slews and curses that she wished upon Draco Malfoy.
'She makes it far too easy,' her thought as he stood, briefly stretching before he headed towards the restricted section as well.
He watched her for a few moments as she angrily sorted through books—she was actually easy on the eyes, Draco noted, when she wasn’t running after people with her nagging.
"Deserves to be strung up by his ankles and forced to listen to Muggle music…" Hermione muttered furiously to herself.
A brief squeak of surprise escaped her mouth as she found herself pinned to the bookcase, staring into the steely glare of Malfoy.
"Tsk, tsk Granger. We wouldn’t want that now would we? Muggle music is bloody awful, I hear."
"Let me go, Malfoy." Hermione seethed, "Or so help me I’ll cast Ginny’s famous bat boogey—"
Hermione was effectively cut off from her speech of painful promises, to find a pair of warm, soft lips gently moving against hers.
And, even more bewildering, she found herself returning the kiss.
Within moments, Draco pulled back, eying her carefully.
"If this is what I have to do to shut you up, Granger, I think this arrangement will work nicely."
Hermione raised her wand and looked to her partner crouched beside her on the rooftop armed with a sniper rifle. “Wait for my signal, Malfoy.”
Draco refrained from rolling his eyes and kept the cross-hairs trained on their target in the building opposite. “Whatever Granger, just dismantle the wards already so I can take the shot.”
“Did you really think that one night would be enough for me?” he rasped into her ear.
She went still for a few seconds before her face drained of colour. She turned to look at the side of his face.
“Yeah, well. I lied.”
“You’re such a tomcat in the sack, Granger. I don’t think I’m willing to give that up yet.”
~Excerpt from ‘An Eye For An Eye' by Dramione13.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" she asked, angrily
"Well, I was just going to ask if you would like to come with me to Hogsmeade next week." he said, smirking at her.
"Come on, Granger. I’m being serious!"