Romi

I’m already in love with Scorpius and I only wrote day 2 🤪

Hope you’ll like it 🥺

Yup it was, my heart has not recovered 🤭

It is my pleasure to spread Christmassy vibes here

I hope your seatbelt is on cause it will be a very sweet and fluffy ride (I think)

I’m so nervous about it already 👉🏻👈🏻

Aaaah thank you so much 🫶🏻

Me neither (I say as I’m also wondering where this will lead me 🤭)

I have decided to listen to you and diffuse my hair… I forgot that it could be « fast » and it indeed seems more predictable than just praying for them to look good and waiting houuuurs for results

Don’t worry we’ll all be waiting patiently for you to come back when you feel like it🫂❤️

// past dramione , implied/referenced obliviation

"Dad! Look! Look, she looks like mama!" Lyra babbled as she pointed towards a woman sitting on the park bench alone. Draco held his daughter's legs as she kept bouncing on his shoulders as

a black and white photo of a man laying on a chair with his mouth open . ALT: a black and white photo of a man laying on a chair with his mouth open .

I —
Why so much pain ?
Why cat ?
My heart is hurting now 🥲

(is this dramatic enough ? I can also faint because of heartbreak if you want 🤪)

I just want to thank you for organising this, and for all the knowledge you gave me with each prompt ! I have learned a lot about the LGBTQ+ community this month thanks to you 🫶🏻

I wish I had the opportunity to write more but I will try to come back to it once in a while !

Really thank you 🫂

Welcome everyone to "a season for second chances" 👀

I’d like to pretend that I am very organised and did not planned and started writing this today buuuut it will be my very own advent calendar for you ✨

Hopefully I will manage this alongside my exams and student job 😅

Enjoy the ride ❤️

A few regulars drifted through—some for recommendations, others for the comfort of a shared cup of tea.

She welcomed the quiet.

But fate, as always, had other plans….

TBC ❄️

Winter was settling over Hogsmeade, colder than she liked. Frost crept along her shop window, and the extra layers she wore barely made a difference. She expected a still, uneventful day.
Students were busy with exams, and Christmas shopping hadn’t begun.

She knew loneliness too well, knew grief and how it stayed. How heavy it was to carry everything by yourself. And yes, she had sent him an owl—just once, and very drunk—and received nothing in return.

It didn’t make her angry anymore. Just… strangely hollow. A disappointment she rarely admitted.

Not that Hermione cared. She had moved on. Truly. She’d had lovers, made choices, built a life. She didn’t sit up at night wondering where he was. She didn’t mention him to friends. She didn’t ask questions.

Except she did. Quietly. And she hated that she still did.

And then she had seen the headline about his wedding while she was drafting contracts to buy Flourish and Blotts—her attempt at building something steady and safe.

Malfoy had been missing for two years now.

A few moments in fifth year, one in sixth, none in seventh, and far too many in eighth—when everything was allowed to feel like possibility.

She’d been furious back then. Hurt. She’d begged him to leave it all behind, to run away with her, clinging to plans that only made sense to the young.

What no one knew was that Hermione Granger had once let Draco go so he could follow his parents’ wishes. Not that their relationship had been anything serious or long-lasting, but it had been the kind of teenage fling that flared and faded.

✨ #dramione — Welcome to my advent series #aseasonforsecondchances✨

It was widely known in the wizarding world that Draco Malfoy had slipped out of the tabloids after the death of his wife, Astoria Greengrass—leaving him a widower and single father to Scorpius Malfoy.

Wishing you the happiest of birthdays Pom 🫶🏻

Just had drinks with my coworker after our (disastrous) shift and I unknowingly ordered a beer way too strong for my level of tiredness… I am now a bit (or more) tipsy Oupsi 😅

Spa day
#dramione #dhr

I just love how you draw intimacy so well ! Each time I look at your art I feel like I’m intruding and I love it ❤️

Panville, NSFW //

Pansy's knees ached despite the cushioning charm and the rolled up cloak, but she wasn't a fucking quitter. Her hands slid up and down his thick thighs, his muscles twitching under her light touch.

"Do you like this?" She whispered, her lips hovering over the base of his cock

As long as you’re feeling confident like that, just be yourself 🫂❤️