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"While I share your contempt for this situation in which we find ourselves, do not mistake it as apathy," he hissed through gritted teeth, dark eyes burning. "I hardly expect your disposition to sweeten, but I will be damned if I allow my future Empress to behave in a manner that reflects poorly on me and on the First Order!" "If you allow?" She wrenched her arm out of his viselike grasp, batting his hand away for good measure. "I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone." "That might have been the case back when you were a scavenger on that pitiful scrap heap of a planet, but now?" His sardonic gaze flickered over her silk robes and the jewels woven through her elaborate braids. "Now you are the Chume'da, and the Chume'da belongs to her people. Their fate is entirely in your hands. Should you cross the line, it is they who will suffer for it. Am I making myself clear?" "I hate you," she said bitterly. He sneered at her. "See? Already you are acclimatizing so well to married life."

“What do you think?” Luke asks his nephew. “She has potential.” “She bit me, Master,” is Ben’s stiff response. “Any opinion I give would be biased.” Or: Everyone is connected, even if, sometimes, it's just by the skin of our teeth. Even in the midst of darkness, still, luminous beings are we.

"I remember everything?" he snarls, loud enough to make her flinch. "How you move— the way you breathe—" His words hitch on a strangled half-sob; he stares at her like a man caught in a waking dream as he skims the line of her jaw with his knuckles, stopping to touch the pad of his thumb to her bottom lip. "How your eyes met mine in the starlight," he continues through a broken, haunted rasp of a voice, "and I felt like the look on your face." Or: What is alive must heal. What cannot heal must endure.

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. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP. Post Half\-Blood Prince. Ron and Harry are Horcrux hunting and Hermione has been left at Hogwarts to help the Order make it safe for the other students. Draco is forced by Snape to stay in Hogwarts for his own protection, but he can't leave the room he is given; Granger's room. Hermione is the only student trusted with this information, so she and Malfoy share the small space, and Draco tries to avoid insanity as he becomes increasingly isolated with only the Mudblood for company. Something's going to give... Mature content and themes, and explicit language. Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Words: 264, 105 Tags: EWE, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Wizarding Wars, Angst, Swearing, Smut, Character Death

"...You're the one who makes my skin crawl whenever we stand in the same room! You're fucked up Malfoy. And your father couldn't even teach you anything other than how to fuck up everyone else with you- Her wand went flying. And I wonder when it was that I started needing you like water.

In a dystopian world where Draco Malfoy serves as Voldemort's most ruthless Death-Eater, only Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war once and for all in a world governed by draconian laws.

Floralis Fati is a plant with the power to control time, hidden in the wild, and protected by a magic that strips people of their own while seeking to kill them. Hermione wants it to save the world. Draco wants it to save himself. Sometimes what we want can destroy us - and sometimes it can build us new again.

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy When does redemption begin? She likes to believe it is at the top of a tower, when a boy lowers his wand, his power, his control, his future in the ranks he had been promised and walks away to never be the same again. The question for Draco Malfoy, of course, was when it ended.

Hermione has everything she could possibly want... Except a life. People are getting sick of her superior attitude, especially Draco Malfoy, who schemes to get her down, once and for all. And then there's the thing with The Bracelet... 7th year AR. Words: 303,727 complete