Ask Mr. & Mrs. Draco Malfoy

She is sleeping. She’s cried herself to sleep, the tear tracks silver against her pale face. Well, pale except for where it is flushed, high up along her cheekbones. She’s definitely running a temperature; he considers summoning the healer elves but decides against it. At least not yet. There’s something he wants… no, NEEDS to do first.
He must be quiet because he really doesn’t want to wake her. He wants her to stay asleep for this, in case it results in news she really wouldn’t want to hear. He should know first, before she does. Then, depending on what is revealed, he’ll figure out his next step. Will it involve telling her, or keeping her in the dark?
Well, that depends on the result.
He pulls out his wand, praying without realizing he’s praying. Or no, that’s not quite right. It’s more that he’s simply not ADMITTING to himself that he’s praying. Not admitting to himself how much this matters to him - how deeply, deeply vested he’s become in her.
Because that wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to care.
He thinks he’s done a pretty good job overall, in convincing her that he doesn’t care - that he’s just looking out for her because she has value as a hostage.
Lying to himself, though… well, that’s harder.
He’s not sure exactly when it started, and really, that hardly matters. What matters is that the mantra which is running through his mind as he places the tip of his wand - gently, so gently, mustn’t wake her - against her stomach is, Let it be mine, let it be mine, please God just let it be mine. I don’t think she can handle it’s being one of theirs… I think that’ll be too much for her. I think that might even kill her, for fuck’s sake. So please… please… just let it be mine. I’ll get her out of here somehow; I’ll do right by her. I know she’s broken and I know I’m part of the reason, but I’ll spend the rest of my life putting her back together if you’ll only let it be mine. Let it be mine.
Let it be mine.
He whispers the words of the paternity spell. The answer appears in the air. All the strength runs out of his legs. He actually collapses to his knees on the floor, staring in shock at the letters that hang in the air, written in light, shimmering and already starting to fade. The letters that form a word. The word that is a name. Trying to make sense of it. Trying…
It can’t be. It can’t BE. HOW can that BE? [x]

accio-glow:

“I’m so… confused… Christ, I don’t know if I’m coming or going. I’m losing it, Granger, and I’m going to slip up and I don’t want to die… oh, fuck me, I don’t… I don’t want to fucking die.” He was almost crying now, his voice cracking on the last word.

She felt her heart very nearly breaking with it. She didn’t want him to die either. Oh God, please no. He was fighting so hard, but he was being dragged under just the same and she was the only person who could throw out a line, the only one who could possibly, just maybe, pull him back from the precipice, from the bottomless pit of furious despair that threatened to engulf and consume him.
It all came down to her. And she was going to go the distance. She was going to do whatever it took. She had to. That was simply who she was. [x]

so if you love me
why’d you let me go?

(Source: c-innas)

“What are you doing here?” her voice came out resigned and weak instead of angry and defiant. She hoped the glare she sent his way compensated for the lack of conviction in her statement.

Her pulse thrummed hotly against her veins as her eyes greedily took him in—from the wind-tossed platinum blonde locks that glinted under the sunlight to his probing grey eyes and down to the familiar tilt of his mouth. God, she missed him so much. She wanted nothing more than to close the distance between them and bury her face on the juncture of his neck and shoulder so she could inhale his scent.

“Does there need to be a reason?” he drawled out. 

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a menacing stare. “Don’t play games with me, Malfoy. Answer me. Why did you follow me?”

He seemed unruffled by her heated retort, taking a tentative step toward her, then another, until he was a mere arm’s length from where Hermione stood. 

“I wasn’t aware I needed a reason to,” came his calm reply, obviously aware of the fact that his answer would only make her more furious. He reached over to cup her cheek, but she turned her face away, knowing full well that once he touched her, the resolve she had to stay mad would vanish and she would fall under his spell again.

“Come on, Granger, what do you want me to say?” his fingers weaved through her hair, silver-hued eyes swarming with an emotion she could not put a finger to. They held a mix of despair and tenderness and… something intangible, something she found hard to analyze. “That I came because I wanted to see you? Because I haven’t been able to sleep for the past thirteen days and four hours that we’ve been apart? Or perhaps you would want me to spout some drivel about missing you and your fucking scent, and everything—”

He was unable to finish his tirade for her lips were already on his before he could get another word out.

dramione, theme: fire requested by diarycrux

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ironicallydissatisfied:

& finally, here we are…

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