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Most people would say that that was better than dying, but she knew what happened to all of Iverson’s victims.
“You’ve got to be kidding. Delamere of all places..? I can’t survive there.”
“Humph, any chance to get you out of my hair is worthy to be taken.”
The Constraints of Marriage
‘I’d suggest you pick your poison. As for me, I’d rather die at the hand of fresh air, thanks.”
For someone who had been an absolute grouch at being relocated to a muggle town, Draco was hardly as fretful as Hermione expected he’d be.
Celebrating in Comfort
She had decided three and a half weeks in that he was a tolerable human being a little more than half the time.
How could she honestly feel even the slightest twinge for Draco? How could she even consider it reliable?
Draco had smiled more in the past month than he could ever remember. And if this was so true, then why shun her and deny everything he kept inside?
“I need normalcy, Draco.” Hermione whispered to him. She pulled back and smiled as she stared him in the face. “Please, argue with me from time to time and don’t lose your sarcasm. It’s bad enough I’ve lost my mind.”
Gossip and Dead Things
But of course, everything has its flaws. And this was Delamere's.
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