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Yesss Theo!
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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy
AU: Modern, non-magical, high school AU
Word Count: 1,223
Written For: muclbloods + the iconic yellow BMW
Draco has loathed Hermione Granger from a safe, perfectly practical distance for about as long as he can remember.
She’d shown up on the first day of sixth grade with her powder-blue Kipling backpack stuffed with five individually labeled plastic folders—fucking color-coded, too—and she’d proceeded to beat him at everything.
Everything.
If he got a 99 on an algebra test, she got a 100. If he was publicly praised by their English teacher for his astute use of simile in an essay, she was invited to participate in a district-wide writing contest. She took pristine notes on college-rule notepaper and she stole the state spelling bee trophy right out of his elegant, neatly-manicured hands after he misspelled the word ‘sanctimonious’ and she won the mock Continental Congress debate in their eighth grade history class—while playing as Alexander Hamilton.
She made him feel like the fucking coyote in those old Saturday morning cartoons; wily and arrogant and always just on the cusp of winning—until she inevitably arrived with her laminated book reports and her environmentally-safe highlighters and her ridiculous fucking ergonomically designed mechanical pencils—just in time to either push him off a cliff or directly into the path of an oncoming train.
He hated her.
my heart skipped about 5000 beats while reading this and i was grinning like an idiot by the end
so hecking adorable
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Three Harry Potter girls:
Luna, Ginny, Hermione
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internet friends are such a gift. always. but especially now. especially. so glad to have you all.
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Draco never grows out of his jealousy ...
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hp rare pairs → PANSY PARKINSON x NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM
Pansy wasn’t certain she wouldn’t have done it again if it had meant surviving in a world where the Dark Lord had won. Despite what the Wizengamot believed, self-preservation was not a crime in her book. Neville shrugged. “You did what you thought was right to keep the other Slytherins safe. After the war, it didn’t seem like it was worth letting you go to prison for. Other people did much worse. I know,” there was a sharp intake of breath, “I witnessed a lot.” “I’m sure your friends think otherwise,” she scoffed. “I don’t give a toss what they think. We’ve all done awful things to survive. It’s just that our side won, so… we’re seen as the good guys.” (x)
i can officially concur that getting a notification for a comment on your AO3 work truly does make your day
it’s spurred so much motivation to revisit WIPs that got too complicated, so i dropped them
anyways if anyone out there commented truly thank you from the bottom of my heart
“Your heart is positively pounding, Malfoy. Afraid of being discovered?”
“No one would believe me.”
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hiiiii
i wrote something and decided it was time to put it on the internet. please be kind to me :)
Source: archiveofourown.org
WIP Wednesday
“Get out of my chair.”
“Tsk tsk, darling. Where are your manners?”
“Apologies. I meant to say ‘get the fuck out of my chair’.”
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Tried something new and decided to write a first draft only concerning myself with dialogue. It gave me a very sassy Hermione and a very cheeky Draco.
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Anonymous asked:
yes i’m here to join the Draco Malfoy Has A Big Dick Club. is there a fee? how often do we meet? will there be snack and drinks?
No fee nonny. There will be wine and snacks and PPT lectures and all intellectuals like you are welcome. 🥰🥰🥰 We go all day erry day. 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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Anonymous asked:
in mtm have the kids ever walked in on their parents? i feel like draco would obliviate everyone lmao
His eyes were black as she moved over him, her fingers digging into his shoulders with each sway of her hips. It had been far too long since she’d felt him like this: beyond a hushed bedroom, where time ceased to exist beyond the pace of her breaths. A sharp thrust had her gasping, her neck stretching and eyelids fluttering to watch candlelight dance across the ceiling. His hands moved to her waist, guiding her in a new rhythm as she moaned, his low curses drowned out by the sound of water lapping against porcelain.
A door creaked. “Daddy?”
Hermione yelped and fell off her husband.
“Fu--
“Agh..!”
Her cheek smacked against Draco’s knee as they both dived for cover, water splashing across the tiles.
She peered over the edge of the tub once her legs found purchase, ignoring Draco’s groan when she kicked him in the shin.
Their three-year old blinked up at them with owlish hazel eyes. “Mummy? Daddy?”
“Leo.” Hermione winced at the stinging in her tailbone. “You’re up, darling. You should go back to bed--”
“What're youw doing?”
“Oh, we were just--” Draco throat bobbed, his face ashen. “We were--”
“Playing. We were playing.” Hermione forced a smile. “Like you and Lyra used to do in the bath when you were little. Love, you should go back to--”
“But where’re youw toys?”
“Here!” Draco scrambled to grab a shampoo bottle. Hermione glared at him. “It’s-- a special toy, it only works when you close your eyes--”
Leo’s little features furrowed in a frown. “I come back.”
And then he was toddling outside the way he came.
“Shit!” Draco lurched to standing, but Hermione yanked him back down.
“Don’t! If you leave he’ll know we were lying!”
“Granger, I can’t just sit here and act normal when our son just--”
“He doesn’t know what he just saw, and he won’t if you’d just quiet--”
“I told you to lock the door! Why didn’t you bloody--”
“Where’s my wand? We need more bubbles!”
“Traumatized him for life--”
“Shut it!”
There was a painful silence until they heard the sounds of small footsteps shuffling across their bedroom carpet. The door pushed open wide again.
“Hewe! Ducky!” said Leo, waving the rubber duck above his head.
He trotted over to them as Draco clapped a hand over his face and Hermione dipped even lower beneath the rim.
“Ooh-- thank you so much, my wee baby.” She forced a smile as she snatched the toy. “Now that Mummy and Daddy have their proper bath toys, will you go back to bed?”
Leo beamed up at her. “Okay.”
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In a word, nonny: yes. 😂 Art by @kumatan0720. 😍
i am SCREAMING
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Us by the end of 2020:
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don’t you ever think
“i’m going to read so many intellectual, clever, classic, sophisticated books that my eyes will bleed”
and the next minute you’re trying to find smut on ao3