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Mudbloods Sin Too
Fading memories infested her train of thought causing glimpses of better times spent in Diagon Alley to flash before her retina: her first year with her parents, Gilderoy Lockhart, being close with Ron, and Draco Malfoy. All of these thoughts were emblazoned in the back of her memory, yet she felt sad that that’s exactly what they were: mere memories so distant now, it was difficult for her to recall that they even occurred.
She could remember everything from the derivation of the argument [yet again, Death Eaters] to the last words he spoke to her that night. “No matter what happens now,” he said, forming his words around her lips, “I am yours.”
The Dark Mark
“Quiet please, Lovebirds!” Slughorn bellowed.
The Lion And The Snake
Hermione and Draco: naked and intertwined in the dark prefects’ bathroom. Nothing could keep the sweat from dripping to their lips.
The Hardest Part Is Letting Go
Hermione couldn’t help the nerves in her figure to stiffen as she thought of herself in Ginny’s position: Calling after Draco, with no response, for what may be the rest of her life.
If his aunt was right, then they all died. Not just one innocent muggle-born, but his family. Maybe the succession of this task was the necessity to pull his family from the reigns of Voldemort. Maybe then could they be in his good graces, and possibly flee as Snape had done.
Requirement and Reprove
His fingertips stroked the unhinged door, and he immediately inhaled hard, jolting his hand away from the cabinet. She was watching him sorrowfully, certain at any minute he would break. Despair was plummeting through her stomach upon seeing him so terrified. His face was frozen to the bone, his eyes inert, and she was certain she had heard him sob.
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