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I posted a couple different ideas for this! One where she saves him and one where he saves her. I hope you enjoy! I’m so happy to see you on BlueSky ♥️
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And she did. She ran until the trees blurred into shadows, until her lungs burned and her legs gave out. But even as she stumbled into the cold embrace of night, his silver eyes followed her, burned into her memory like a scar.
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for a moment, she thought he might raise it. That he might do what he should have done the second he’d found her. But he didn’t.
Instead, he leaned down, his mask mere inches from her face, and whispered, “Run, Hermione. Don’t make me choose.”
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voice barely a growl. “You have no idea what I’ve done.”
“No,” she agreed, her eyes burning with unshed tears. “But I know who you were. And that’s enough.”
He took a step back then, his cloak billowing as the tension snapped like a fraying thread. His hand rested on the hilt of his wand, and
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knew better. She’d seen what he was capable of, seen the devastation left in his wake.
“You owe me nothing,” she said quietly, her voice laced with defiance. “If you want me to live, it’s because you’re not as far gone as you want me to believe.”
His expression twisted beneath the mask, his
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indifference.
“I don’t have time to explain,”he said sharply, releasing her wrist but not stepping back. “Go. Now. Before someone finds us.”
Hermione hesitated, her gaze flickering to the wand holstered at his side. A part of her—a desperate, reckless part—considered lunging for it. But she
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his fingers tightened around her wrist spoke volumes. His silver eyes, illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, betrayed something fragile beneath the mask. Fear. Guilt. Conflict. It was there for only a heartbeat before it was buried beneath layers of practiced
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“You’re lucky it’s me,” he muttered. “Anyone else would have dragged you back to him by now.”
The implication hit like a blow, her heart lurching in her chest. “Why aren’t you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse with disbelief. “You’re one of *them*, aren’t you?”
He didn’t answer, but the way
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“They won’t show you mercy.”
“And you will?” she spat, the fire in her voice a frail shield against the encroaching darkness. She flinched as his hand closed over her wrist, jerking her forward. He towered over her, the Death Eater robes swallowing the faint remnants of the boy she used to know.
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a reminder of what she was supposed to be. A savior.
But she wasn’t saving anyone now.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Draco said, his gloved hand brushing the edge of her scarf where it had come loose from her braid. His tone was soft, almost coaxing, but there was no mistaking the warning behind it.
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shattered somewhere in the mud, the splintered halves useless beneath the rain-soaked canopy of trees. She was unarmed, vulnerable, her magic tethered and muted by exhaustion and the heavy wards that saturated the battlefield. The healer’s bag slung across her chest felt like a mockery—
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smudged with blood—not all of it hers.
“Granger,” he whispered, his voice a low rasp that scraped like knives against her nerves. He hadn’t said her name in years, not since Hogwarts, and the way it rolled off his tongue now, venomous and intimate, made her wish he never had.
Her wand lay
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he said again, softer now. His hand gripped hers weakly, anchoring her to the moment. “You shouldn’t have come back.”
His words were a warning. A plea. And she knew then that she wasn’t saving him. He was saving her, even now, from the truth she refused to acknowledge.
They were both too far gone.
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grip.
“I didn’t choose this,” he said, his voice cracking. “But you—you’ve chosen to stay.”
Her throat tightened, and for a moment, she hated him—not for his sins, but for the way he forced her to confront the shadows in herself.
“Stop talking,” she whispered. “Save your strength.”
“Granger,”
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raw and jagged. “Why heal me?”
Her silence was deafening.
His gloved hand moved, slow and tentative, brushing her wrist. The touch was light but enough to make her freeze, the warmth of it startling against her clammy skin. His strength was waning. She could feel it in the fragility of his
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His crimes were written in the scars on her soul and the blood on his hands.
And yet, here he was.
Not a monster, but a man. Broken. Dying. His silver eyes—those damnable silver eyes—refused to close.
“Why are you here?” she demanded. “Why fight for him?”
A bitter laugh escaped his lips,
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whispered, softer now, his breath hitching. “Go. Leave me.”
The air between them seemed to tremble, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and unanswered questions. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the wound, though the pull of his gaze was relentless. Malfoy. Death Eater. Murderer.
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Merlin knew he deserved worse than this. But her hands wouldn’t obey. Her magic wouldn’t stop pouring into his broken body, stitching together sinew and sealing ruptured veins.
She’d taken an oath, hadn’t she? She had sworn to heal. Even him. Even this.
“You’re wasting your strength,” he
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wistfulness in his voice. Hated how hollow it sounded.
“Shut up,” she hissed, her fingers digging into his chest to apply pressure. “I can’t have your death on my conscience.”
She knew what she should do. Leave him. Let the gaping wound in his side take its natural course. He deserved it.
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quivered mid-air, and the fragile thread of light binding the magic to his wound broke. Blood seeped anew, spreading in a vivid stain across his robes.
“Don’t move,” she snapped, her tone sharpening to hide her fraying nerves. “You’ll bleed out.”
“I should,” he murmured, and she hated the
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mask. It sent a shiver spiraling down her spine. His voice was richer now than in her memories, like velvet steeped in venom.
“Saving me?” he rasped, his words mangled by the distortion of his mask. “Granger, you’re either a fool…or you still believe in redemption.”
The spell faltered. Her wand
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They were raw and sharp, burning with something unreadable.
“I’m saving you,” she bit out, willing her voice to steady even as her hands betrayed her. She couldn’t stop the trembling. “Don’t think for a second that this is for you.”
A low chuckle, dark and fractured, crawled out from behind the
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the screams of the wounded.
He didn’t answer, but the subtle twitch of his lips beneath his metal mask told her he’d heard. The mask—horribly grotesque, fitted like some monstrous second skin—shielded everything but those cursed eyes.
Even through the haze of her panic, she couldn’t look away.
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behind the hood, the barest sliver of silver light catching his eyes—and there it was. That glint of cold steel she’d thought she’d never see again, the mark of a boy-turned-man she once despised.
“Malfoy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant rumble of collapsing wards and
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Some of my favorite books became some of my favorite audiobooks.
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My dog will do this if she has a piece of hair stuck and a little dingleberry hanging off.
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Ravenclaw?
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I am a-okay with continuing the snark. We SHOULD be calling out the idiots. But being an asshole was never my MO unless someone else tries to start something they can’t finish
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I started with Dramione but as I age I find myself sympathizing more and more with Snape and honestly there’s a lot of super satisfying Hermione/Snape stories out there now.
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Thank you!! I’ve been trying to figure out how to get to a chest in Veilguard and every single guide I find wants me to watch a stupid 15-35 min video walkthrough. NO! JUST TELL ME! USE YOUR WORDS! Give me a screenshot or two and that’s it!
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It was a half moon just last night so unless the moon changed position very suddenly, I don’t think this is happening. But nice pic.
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I asked my parents for this game for Christmas. It was my first pokemon game. After over 100 hours, I learned the heartbreak that is the fact that you cannot have two simultaneous saves and I accidentally overwrote my precious save.