He'd never solve this while she was in danger.

So he sent her way, knowing she may never forgive him for making a deserter of her.

The sight of her devastation ruined him.

"Alright, Malfoy. Now what?"

Each inhale felt thinner than the last.

"Now, Potter, we go hunting."

Midnight

It always started with firewhisky.

Poured down her throat from his personal hip flask, stoking the smouldering heat in her belly as his thumb stroked the column of her neck, fingers tensing as she swallowed.

"Make me forget."

"With pleasure."

The almost-memories slipped from her consciousness like smoke, dreams dissipating with her next breath. It was always the same.

Until she found herself hiking through woodland she felt inexplicably at home in, the air electric with recognition. Remembrance.

The manor sighed.

Mistress was home.

Her "departure" was brutally swift.

It took three years to learn how to cope with the emptiness that accompanies total isolation.

She had grown accustomed to ignoring those primal urges until one day a wind swept through the forest, carrying something new through the air.

Her throat burned.

“Ummmm Draco…is it supposed to burn?”

He looked down at her pouty lips, gone red and, if the witch was to be believed, tingling with the spice of his drink.

“I told you it wasn’t your cup of tea” he said with a laugh.

“And I told you I’m getting out of my comfort zone” she said.

TW // Mentions of War & Pregnancy, Memory Alteration, Hurt/comfort, Angst //

“Wait. Draco please..y-you promised me you wouldn’t.” Hermione cried.

Draco cupped her cheek, “I know love. I know. But it’s the only way I can do this.”

cw: angst!!! 🐧🐧 dramione sfw

"I'm leaving."
Draco sips his tea, flicking his wand. A flutter of the Daily Prophet acts as his callous response.
"Don't contact me. I'll have Harry stop by to gather my things."
Draco raises a brow. It's Harry this time.

Cw: angst galore!!, MCD, Voldemort wins

I might do my drabbles like this until this app has a better threading feature? Trying things out to see what I like 🤷‍♀️

angst / 8th year / nsfw

“Just forget… about… me.” Draco panted in her ear, slowly moving inside her. Feeling her every pulse, her every shake.

Hermione was so lost in her pleasure she couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. Her hands gripped tightly around him, her hips searching for pleasure.

Who did this to you?

“no way!” Hermione screeched “You’re lying, you’re lying!”

Draco cackled at her frantic disbelief. He walked out of the room and grabbed a vial from his office.

“Draco there’s no way! She’d eat him alive!” Hermione’s eyes widened every time he took a step closer.

“Oh yeah, try me.”

Veritaserum

Firewhisky

{CW // pregnancy}

Mini socmed au where Draco and Hermione get new tattoos. Although Hermione’s is a little sentimental

Ink

The pangs were the same, she realized.

The echo of emptiness in her bones, snaking its way into her muscles as they contracted around nothing.

“Patience, darling,” came his coo.

Her whimper was pitiful as she squirmed, body clenching.

Yes, it was true.

All wanting, all hunger, was the same.

Hunger

“You are my best friend Ron. That won’t change”
“But you love him,” he said angrily.
“I do.”
“I can’t accept that Mione. You can’t do that to me. You have to choose. It’s him or me.”
“You can’t change my mind, Ron, he is my future. I would have loved to have you by my side but I chose him.”

You can’t change my mind