A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

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"...but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains, children, it's blood...blood screaming inside you to work its will."
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She tried not to but her eyes glanced over to where Malfoy sat. She felt bad for lying to Ginny, but really what was there to tell? She had her suspicions about him but nothing more than Harry had already feared. Their conversation in the dungeons had yielded no concrete evidence that she could bring to Dumbledore. (x)

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your dead sea.

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She missed his warmth.
Hermione had always wondered how someone, who looked like he had been carved out of ice and snow and the bitter cold of a winter’s storm, could emanate such heat.
Now she would have done anything for just one moment in those arms - for a chance to let that warmth chase away the nightmares and the horrors and those long, cold nights too far away from him…

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We might make out
When nobody’s there
It’s not that we’re scared
It’s just that it’s delicate.

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She steps in his path as he makes to leave. “Reconsider whatever you’re planning. The Order can help you–”

He stares down at her with a fury she’s never seen in him before. Something has happened, perhaps over the Easter holiday. Whatever it is, it has unhinged him.

"Come not between the dragon and his wrath," he advises her much as King Lear warned Kent.

She dogs him again as he tries to go around her, refusing to back down. “Let me help you, at least. Please, Draco. Let me in.”

His breath is harsh as he leans forward and presses his mouth to her ear. “That’s the whole problem, Granger: you are in.” -  Where Two Raging Fires Meet

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She settled back down in the toasty sheets and admired his relaxed features; so beautiful when he was lost to the dreams and oblivious to reality. It might have been selfish and a bit irrational, but she almost allowed the darkness of the War to slip to the back of her mind as she cherished this surreal moment.

He shifted, gripping her hip a little tighter, and Hermione tried to steady her breathing. She didn’t want him to wake up; not just yet. Merlin knew if he would ever treat her to his presence in the morning again, and she wanted to remember how it felt to feel like this…

like they were real…

And content…


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