REDEMPTION → by anondracomalfoy
“In her solitude, she began to cry. Despite everything he’d said and done, she just couldn’t bear to hate him. And maybe that was the reason she sobbed so mercilessly for the remainder of the night—because she cared too much to do so otherwise.”This is a present for the lovely Danielle who is my Draco and writes so well that I hate her for it. If you haven’t read her fic yet, get your ass on that.
title: Isolation
fandom: Harry Potter
pairing: Dramione
summary: He can’t leave the room. Her room. And it’s all the Order’s fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something’s going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not.
[..]She thought it might be because of his past - that maybe her touch across that mark repulsed him because of who he had been, rather than who she was. Maybe it blistered up his mistakes. She had caught him staring at that scar like he wanted to burn himself just to shape it into something else, and she thought that maybe Draco Malfoy had a harder time forgiving himself than she did. Especially when he was the one dealing with the fallout of his bad decisions, of the twisted scope his parents had shown him to look through. The past few months had forced her to look at him past that, but maybe when he was still living with the consequences, it was all he could see. - Parade of the Sun.
(Source: abraxaes)
Chapter 31, Isolation by Bex-chan {x}
She thought of Draco, remembering their relationship that had barely been given a chance to begin. So brief. So heartbreaking. So…beautiful in all the wrong ways.
She hadn’t meant to murmur his name aloud; hell, she didn’t think her voice would allow her another syllable, but she had definitely heard it. She didn’t even consider the possibility that her fractured voice had reached someone else’s ears, until the swishing hem of a robe suddenly came into her line of sight. Using what little strength she had left, she managed to tilt her chin and lock eyes with Narcissa Malfoy.
The older witch’s face was stretched with a mixture of surprise and confusion as she cast a wary glance around the room — presumably to check no one was watching — before she knelt down at Hermione’s side.
A Pound of Flesh by Pennilyn Novus
Becoming attached had never been part of the plan. Neither was falling in love. One night out on the town, Hermione comes face to face with Draco Malfoy—Memory Charmed and living as a Muggle—and an opportunity too good to pass up. What starts as revenge quickly grows into something more, and as Hermione delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding the man who can’t remember who he is - the man everyone thought was dead - she might discover more than she can handle.
If Hermione is honest with herself, her singular attraction to Malfoy began back at Hogwarts the first time she saw him looking anything but the sleek-haired, immaculately dressed prat she’d come to loathe.- Spill Your Breakfast, Drip Your Wine [MA] by eevilalice
Dramione Fanfictions
A Pound of Flesh by Pennilyn Novus
A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe
Burnt Toast by Bex-chan
Isolation by Bex-chan
Parade of the Sun by Everythursday
The Fallout by Everythursday
We Learned the Sea by Luckei1
We’ll Always Have Paris by Melissa D
Hunted by Bex-chan
“Welcome to ‘The Enlightened’”, he said evenly. (x)
He softened the pressure of the kiss when the cut on his bottom lip started to sting, and he felt her relax a little, exhaling contentedly, moving her hands to hold his face and caress the bruises freckled across his cheekbones. His lips were chapped, his mouth as rough as sandpaper, but he kept kissing her. Needed to keep kissing her, and she was just as reluctant to stop, but when he heard a few gasps somewhere to his left, he frowned and lost the moment.
He pulled away from Hermione with a frustrated growl rumbling deep in his throat, despising the interruption, but unable to ignore it. Slanting his eyes to the side, he glowered at the prying group of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, including Finnegan and Longbottom, watching and pointing indiscreetly in their direction. He certainly hadn’t forgotten that he was in a room brimming with people that might deem his relationship with Granger unfeasible and gossip-worthy, but he’d apparently forgotten to care.
“We have an audience,” said Draco, rolling his eyes. “Your moronic friends are staring at us, Granger.”
“I don’t care.” (x)
“Th-this can’t be happening,” she stuttered. “Sh-she’s just had a baby…” ▬ Isolation, chapter 43, Amort.
The Revenant by atalanta84
“Admit it - you still have feelings for me.”
“Maybe I do,” Hermione said quietly, staring down at her hands. “But I don’t see how this changes anything. It doesn’t change the fact that you left. It doesn’t change the fact that you stopped loving me.” He paused and stared at her.
“My God, Hermione. Can you truly be that blind? Or that stupid?”
Her eyes snapped back up to his face.
“How dare you –”
“Of course I still love you! I’ve loved you this whole time, just as much as I ever did. Maybe I love you even more now, if that’s possible.”
(Source: ohdracoo)
