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started sprinting up to the school as fast as her legs could carry her.

(An extract from my Maxton Hall inspired fic, Silk and Shadows!! 🔗 if you’d like to keep reading 💕: archiveofourown.org/works/568803...)

She reluctantly stood up. It felt as though her body was made of lead; all she wanted to do was to kneel down next to Malfoy again, to hold him, comfort him, see if he was okay. 

“Hermione,” Theo urged. 

With an effort, she tore herself away from the sight of Malfoy and -

next to her. “Can you run up to the school and get the nurse please?” he asked hurriedly. It was the first time that his face didn’t sport at least some sort of grin. It was all serious now, looking down at his best friend. 

“Um, yeah,” said Hermione, breathless.

circle of sweaty young men forming around them. She barely registered them, so fucused was she on Malfoy. Her mind raced, unsure of what to do.
She was about to reach out and touch him when she felt Theo’s hand on her shoulder. 

“Thank god you’re here,” he said, kneeling down -

Hermione looked down and grimaced at the sight of his knee–the same one that had plagued him all those months ago. Hermione didn’t know anything about sports injuries, but even she could tell that something was extremely off in the angle of his kneecap. 

Vaguely, she felt a -

the first to arrive at the scene. Malfoy was laying on the ground, quietly gasping. His face, while pale at the best of times, was now unnaturally, concerningly white. His fine features were scrunched and he looked as if it was costing him a considerable effort to keep quiet.

Even from a distance, Hermione heard the distinct pop of a piece of cartilage that protested against being bent. 

Hermione gasped. Before Hermione’s brain registered what she was doing, her legs took her sprinting down onto the field. 

She kneeled down next to Malfoy, one of -

ever thought possible when it happened. 

The boys were practicing partner passes, Malfoy teamed up with Theo. As if in slow motion, she watched as Malfoy, while running up to swing the ball towards his partner, slid on the grass that was still damp with morning dew.

for all that it afforded him–but it did on that field. Hermione could see the respect written on the other players’ faces, could see that it was hard-earned and well-deserved. 

She had settled in and was watching the training session with more interest than she could have -

coaching the other players through drills, offering feedback, praising them where they had earned it. The players responded in turn. Malfoy’s reputation and status didn’t always translate to respect in the school hallways–there were some who resented him for his last name and -

Back then, she had only seen the culmination, the seamless result of weeks of training. She hadn’t seen this: the actual work that went into the team's win. 

Malfoy looked in his element leading his team. Even from a distance, Hermione could see the care that he took in -

DHR // 8th Year //

Hermione knew that Malfoy was the captain of the lacrosse team at Godric’s Hollow Grammar, but the only game that she had attended had been the season final home game, before the break.

Self rec that I’ve been told is both of those things: archiveofourown.org/works/53215939

This shit is so cute bye picrew.me/share?cd=4Ei...

closet lock from the inside, Nott?” said a voice that she didn’t recognise.

(An extract from my fic, Silk and Shadows. I just updated Ch 17, for anyone who'd like to keep reading 🥰: archiveofourown.org/works/56880331…)

any faster, but there it was, galloping in her chest like a prize horse on race day. She had entirely, stupidly, forgotten where she was.

She scrunched her eyes closed and held her breath, listening intently to the sounds outside the closet door.

“Why the hell does your -

Hermione gasped. Both of them jumped back as if they had just touched a live wire. She heard Malfoy’s head bang against the closet wall. He swore underneath his breath, a sound that went right to the pit of her stomach.

She didn’t think it was possible for her heart to beat -

leaned in, her nose ever so slightly brushing against his. She heard Malfoy’s heart beat, a loud thump in his chest that seemed to get faster with every minute. She leaned in further.

In the split second before they both stepped off the edge, the closet handle rattled.

that stranger in the dress shop and had picked out the dress that she was wearing. She closed her eyes and felt goosebumps rise on the pathway left by his fingertips, surging like a blaze in the wake of an oil spill. She heard him swallow.

As if on autopilot, she slowly -

something brush against her spine. As light as a moth’s wing, Malfoy stroked the skin of her back, starting from the very top of her spine and trailing downwards. She shivered as his fingers trailed down, feather-light. She was suddenly very, very glad that she had listened to -

—a scent that never failed to send her thoughts into disarray and turn her usually wired mind into mush. She breathed in deep, closed her eyes.

She heard him breathing too: shallow, fast breaths that mirrored her own.

Hermione’s already strained heart jumped when she felt -

DHR // closet // secret relationship

She could sense him in the dark, only a few inches away. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off of him, could smell the heady scent of his cologne. It filled the small space; the same scent that he always wore -

Lunch Date 🫖

Puritan Draco is my guilty pleasure. I love when he gets all flustered!

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obliviate

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Leyendecker art study 🤍

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Atonement 💚

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WIP: The morning after
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