The Other Otter

Just at the verge of hearing.

'Granger... Hermione... Do it... for me'

The blood gurgled in his throat, his breath erratic. She grabbed his hand, not caring he couldn't feel anything anymore, tears pooling in her eyes.

'Hermione, please...'

She kissed his limp knuckels.

'Avada Kedavra'

His legs contorted, blood gushing from many wounds in his body. In her head she could still hear his screams of the repeated Crucio Voldemort had been casting.

His lips, before luscious and plump tools of lust and love, now barely bloody lines, moved, a strangled voice full of pain

#dramione
TW: angst, death, blood

He was lying in the pool of blood. His face disfigured almost beyond recognition... Only if you knew what to look for, the patches of blond between the crimson strands.

Voldemort was not dealing with traitors.

Hermione found him in the rubble of Malfoy Manor.

Aww Pansy with Trevor

Best way to cry in my opinion 🥲

Oh yes Pansy knows best and Hermione better learns it quickly. And Narcissa is just a wise woman. She's seen her shit in life and now only wants the best of the best for her boys ❤️

YouTube video by Frank Wildhorn & Jeremy Roberts - Topic Finale: There's Always a Tomorrow (feat. Kate Shindle & James Barbour)

I'm sorry dear. I was hearing this in my head when I wrote this dribble youtu.be/tRoaHQ03Dq4?...

YouTube video by The Shows Must Go On! '‘Til I Hear You Sing' Ben Lewis | Love Never Dies

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Just at the verge of hearing.

'Granger... Hermione... Do it... for me'

The blood gurgled in his throat, his breath erratic. She grabbed his hand, not caring he couldn't feel anything anymore, tears pooling in her eyes.

'Hermione, please...'

She kissed his limp knuckels.

'Avada Kedavra'

We all love supporting and cunning Narcissa haha

Your comic is absolutely the best!

Your drawings are the light of my days ❤️❤️❤️

Your gremlins are perfect 🥰🥰

Crookshanks is a part of the ship, you can't convince me otherwise 😂

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Draco…” she rolled her eyes and stroked the platinum locks affectionately, “Yes, you are also my perfect little boy…”

She cooed sweet nothings into his fluffy ears when a throat-clearing interrupted the cat’s blissful kneading. Crookshanks squinted with disdain, and Hermione sighed.

Crookshanks was purring contentedly as Hermione scratched his ears and massaged his back. He affectionately rubbed his cheeks against his mistress's face, enveloping her in his favourite scent – himself.

Thank you 💕💕💕

Thank you so much 🫠

Thank you 😇

Thank you 🥰

It's my first ever Dramione drabble, also English is not my native language, so please please be gentle with me 🫣

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Smooth...

Draco cringed when his brain caught up with his words, but Hermione only chuckled. She reached to plant a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. His eyes widened.

Perhaps he could get used to being suffocated after all.

She hummed happily, slowly opening her eyes. She blinked and smiled lazily at Draco, who still stared petrified.
“Good morning.” the witch murmured in a hoarse voice, still heavy with sleep.
Draco’s mouth responded automatically.
“You have soft hair, Granger.”

He was staring dumbfounded at wild curls, delicate face with adorably upturned nose, body cocooned in his silk sheets. The woman must have sensed his scrutiny in her slumber because she stirred and stretched her naked shoulders (with almost a peek of something more) over her head.

The red dress, curls twirling in his arms on the dancefloor, a tangle of limbs in his silk covers in a passionate whirlwind… Judging by the presence in his bed, the images weren’t a dream as he had assumed.

Even more surprising was that the treacherous hair was attached to a very certain face. It wasn’t just any face. This face visited Draco frequently in his dreams. He got flooded with images of the previous night.

Desperately, he reached out for his wand and grabbed it, sitting up and trying to get free. Although still not fully awake, he was ready to strike. He frantically looked around his bedroom, noting nothing unusual. Suddenly, his eyes stopped at the mass of soft curls in his bed.

Which was somehow even more surprising than the fact that he was being assaulted in the first place. Gathering his strength, he tried to push whoever was attacking him back, yet he only got entangled in the mysterious strands further.