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Dramione's love.

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Day 65. Granger has fucking freckles. May Salazar Slytherin fuck me sideways. I have never noticed it, but today she got right in my face to yell at me for whatever crude joke I had made about her hair, and I saw them. Fucking freckles. Day 74. She pleaded with me to be civil when Potter came over to go over a Ministry case with us. I wasn’t. But I liked hearing her say my name. Draco, please, for the love of Merlin, do not start anything. I wanted to hear it again. Day 107. Granger liked to work barefoot, surrounded by books and reports, a glass of wine in one hand. She was wearing that summer dress I quite liked, the one that showed off her legs. She was driving me insane. Absolutely insane.

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“This can’t go on. We can’t keep doing this, Malfoy.”

“Doing what? We’re two adults, spending time together.”

“That’s what you want to call it?”

“Stop over-thinking things, Granger. We’ve been out of Hogwarts for almost a year, we can do what we want.”

“You’re living in a dream world! This isn’t normal, who were we kidding-”

“Shut up, Granger.”

“No! I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to focus on my future and this, whatever it is, isn’t going anywhere. Is it?”

“So that’s what this is about? You want more?”

“Of course I do! I want more than just sex. And I know you can’t supply me with that. So we’re done.”

“Granger, don’t.”

“I’ve made up my mind.”

“Hermione… It’s never just been about the sex.”

“Don’t lie to me, don’t you dare!”

“I’m not!”

“Please, Draco. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You can’t end this.”

“I’m sorry.”

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Bellatrix’s warning was final. She hissed Draco’s name as if to coo him into finally firing the killing curse, making the Slytherin shudder in disgust. However, before anyone could properly react, Hermione jumped in front of Malfoy and pointed her wand at the witch, her muscles locked in place and her jaw clenched in anger.

“Who is that—”

“That’s Potter’s mudblood, ain’t it?”

The murmurs around them mixed with laughted and Draco looked down at the witch in front of him, his anger simmering just below the surface.

“Granger, are you crazy?! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!”

His hiss was low enough for only her to hear, but Hermione ignored him, sneaking a glance at Snape who stood a few feet away from Bellatrix. She could have sworn an expression of both pure shock and realization twisted his features for a moment, but it disappeared too soon.

“Would you look at that,” Bellatrix’s high-pitched voice broke the silence, “Potter’s Mudblood comes to the rescue! Draco dear, I wasn’t aware of this little arrangement.”

“You touch her and I will personally kill you,” Draco growled, and the noise vibrated through Hermione’s body, her hand tightening around the wand.

“Oh, is that right?” Bellatrix questioned with a maniacal laughter, cocking her head to the side. “We’ll see about that.”

And before anyone could utter one more word, Hermione fired the first curse she could think of, her scream followed by Draco’s. They had both finally picked a side. It was the side of their unspoken and hidden love, the side of a secret affair between a Death Eater and a Mudblood, the side they were willing to die for. They fought for them.

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