zelyaevak.bsky.social
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Itâs a WIPâŚhope datâs okay
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Omg yayyy hahaha
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Ahhh!! Yay glad u liked it!
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(An extract from Ch 12 of my fic, Silk and Shadows đ archiveofourown.org/works/568803... if youâd like to read more!)
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hard against hers.
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entertaining whatever this was and make her way back to the safety of her dorm, where Ginny and her books and everything that she knew and loved awaited.
But the other partâŚthat part was quickly surrendering to the feel of Malfoyâs soft lips, his warm skin, his hips pressed -
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welcome heat of his body and melted into the kiss.
A small part of her brain, the part that hadnât yet thrown its hat in, was screaming at her. It told her to push him away again, to stand her ground and tell him what an arsehole he was, once and for all. It told her to stop -
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was; the second was a plunge into the deep end.
Hermione found herself thawing, blooming like a moonflower in the evening. Her body sped ahead of her brain, which still couldnât comprehend the situation in its entirety, and her eyes fluttered closed as she relaxed into the -
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this one was urgent. Malfoy kissed her with an intensity that made her skin smoulder, that drew all the air out of her lungs and replaced it with helium. She felt lightheaded, like she was floating.
The first kiss was a wade into the shallows, a test to see how cold the water -
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Her arm faltered and that was all the signal that he needed.
Before Hermione knew it her back was against a locker, the metal seeping the warmth from her skin. By contrast, Malfoyâs chest was pressed hard against her, hot to the touch.
If the first kiss was unexpected, then -
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parted lips, at the light blush that coloured the high points of his cheekbones. He looked almost like he had on the night of Pansyâs 18th â inebriated, tipsy, drunk.
As Hermione stared at him she saw herself reflected in his eyes - she didnât look so different herself.
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eternal mountain, pushing on a weight that she longed to let fall on her.
âWe canât be doing this,â she said quietly, painfully aware of the fact that his lips were only inches away.
She looked at him, at his gray eyes that werenât really gray, at his full, slightly -
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resolve hardened behind them. âFuck it,â he breathed and leaned in again.
She locked her elbow, stopping him mid-motion. Her hand shook and her fingers were slightly clammy on his bare chest, which was rising and falling underneath her palm. She felt like Sisyphus on that -
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some blue in his eyes. She had been engaged in many a staring contest with Malfoy over the past few weeks but had never noticed the streaks of blue running through the gray before.
She was beginning to feel lightheaded.
Malfoy's eyes dropped to her lips and something like -
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half-an-armâs length of distance between them.
âI donât knowâ he muttered, then raised his eyes to meet hers. His brows were furrowed, his pupils were wide. As he stared at her, something like panic started brewing behind his gray eyes.
Blue, she thought in a haze. Heâs got -
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earnest.
She pushed against him and wrenched herself away, as suddenly as he had first crashed his lips against hers.
âWhat,â she gasped, âwas that?â
Malfoy looked down at her hand, at the palm that was pressed on his bare chest. He was slightly breathless, staring at the -
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had gone out.
Then, as suddenly as a storm cloud passes over a sea, his lips softened. He stopped pushing his mouth against hers and started instead to gently, softly, move his lips.
It took her frazzled brain a few seconds to realise that Malfoy had begun kissing her in -
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if he had something to prove.
Hermione was frozen in place, unable to breathe, unable to think. She could barely register the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing herâif you could call it thatâin an empty locker room on a deserted lacrosse field, long after the stadium lights -
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AHAHA omg â¤ď¸
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(An edited extract from Chapter 11 of my fic, Silk and Shadows đ if youâd like to check it out: archiveofourown.org/works/568803...)
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room. The shower immediately shut off.
A pause, within which Hermione had time to wonder if what she was doing was insane.
âGranger?â
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she had witnessed after the game. She didnât want to admit exactly what feeling the sight had elicited, but it was hard to keep her breathing even, her hands still.
She shook the image out of her head.
âCongrats on your win,â she called out, standing in the middle of locker -
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locker room through the half-open door leading into the bathroom.
She knew who it was â the only other person still lingering. She had carefully kept tabs on everyone who came and went into the building after the game had ended, her vision sharpened to laser precision by what -
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crickets for another minute. She let out the breath that she had been holding, and then turned and stormed into the boysâ locker room before her nerve failed her.
Inside, she was met with the steam coming from a shower that was still going, the condensation seeping into the -
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breathing in the quiet, the rise and fall of her chest more rapid that it usually was. If anyone asked what she was still doing there, sheâd say that she was waiting for Theo.
But Theo had long gone back up to the school.
She closed her eyes, listened to the chirping of the -
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grip, her fingers aching.
She didnât even notice Theo.
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Hermione stood with her back to the outside of the changing room, facing the field. The lights that had been lit halfway through the game had been shut off; the crowd had long ago dispersed. She could hear herself -
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got too close to Malfoy, his legs looking like they were about to kick the blonde boyâs out from underneath him, she slid to the edge of her seat. She didnât realise how hard sheâd been gripping the steel underneath her until the threat of injury abated and she loosened her -
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game, ignoring the deafening cheers rising from the stand, unlike some of the other players who periodically stopped and waved to the crowd.
She found herself holding her breath whenever things looked to be getting too physical on the field. The one time a Ravenswood player -
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the way he ran, the way he swung at the ball with deadly precision, sending it soaring into the centre of the other teamâs net. She watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way he pushed his sweat-slicked hair out of his face. She watched the way he concentrated on the -
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side-eye glare; she was too absorbed in the game or, more accurately, on one player in particular.
Even when the action seemed to be happening on the Ravenswood end of the field, with different players, her eyes, like magnets, were drawn to Malfoyâs figure. She watched -
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happened that landed outside the scope of her extremely limited lacrosse knowledge. By the fifth time that Hermione had tapped the boyâs shoulder to ask another innocuous question about the game, he looked just about ready to kill her.
Hermione, however, barely noticed his -
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Thank you and sorry!! đ
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(An extract from my Maxton Hall inspired fic, Silk and Shadows đđ: archiveofourown.org/works/568803...)
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on her feet.
She refused to smile at him, like she had at everyone else.
His mouth twitched as his eyes fell to Theoâs hand, still wrapped around Hermioneâs.
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her at the motion.
Usually, looking at Malfoy felt like falling or having the ground swept away underneath you, so clear and cold were his eyes. However now, in the dimness of the room, with his grey eyes being swallowed by his pupils, Hermione had no trouble standing steady -
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that she was on a scholarship and they were all children of some of the richest and most powerful men and women in the country.
To hide her discomfort and give herself something to do she lifted her near-empty flute to her lips, sipping on nothingness. Malfoyâs eyes landed on -
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and took a sip from his champagne flute.
Hermione felt unmoored. It had been a while since she had observed a group of friends like this, and even longer she had been part of one. The banter, the history, the closeness â it made her feel like more of an outsider than the fact -
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lifting slightly. âThey even did my room. I was getting dressed for practice this morning and found glitter on my jersey.â
Pansy snorted. âWe didnât do that. That was probably on there from the last time you went into London to party after a big win."
Malfoy simply smirked -
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stood awkwardly behind him.
âLove what youâve done with the place, Draco,â Theo said cheekily when he reached Malfoy, clapping Malfoyâs hand in a firm clasp.
âMother and Pansy had the time of their lives doing it up for the party,â said Draco, the corner of his mouth -
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and birthday girl.
Hermione hugged her back, somewhat stunned. When youâre used to being ignored, even the most lukewarm welcome feels like being embraced with open arms.
Theo proceeded to go around the circle, greeting everyone and giving hugs and handshakes while Hermione -
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But Pansy simply held the smile that was still on her face, straining to keep it in place. She put her arm around Hermione, giving her the barest definition of a hug. âSo glad to see you too,â she said.
Pansy may be an arse at school, but she was nothing if not a gracious host -
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was when it was at someone elseâs expense, and even then it never reached her eyes.
Pansy glanced back at Theo, her eyes still shining. Her gaze then shifted to Hermione. This was the time for it all to fall apart, for someone to say something, crack a joke, or a sly remark...
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still being renovated, but Narcissa and Lucius were sosweet to offer the Manor.â She glanced back at Malfoy and offered him a warm smile. Hermione stared, eyes wide â she had never seen a look of genuine warmth on Pansyâs face before. The only time she had seen the girl smile -
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Gold balloons levitated in the corners of the room, floating all the way up to the tall ceiling and elegantly contrasting the emerald wallpaper covered walls. Fairy lights and candles gave the room a warm glow.
âI was so worried about where to host, you know, with our house -
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and gesturing around the room, which had been decorated for the big event. While the hallway was lit up with flickering LED lightsâclearly the designated dance areaâthe drawing room radiated an air of elegance and sophistication, and was kept more or less undisturbed.
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âTheo, darling!â she exclaimed, jumping up from the arm of the armchair that she was perched on. She held her arms out for Theo, careful to not spill her flute of champagne as she hugged him close. âI am so happy to see you! How gorgeous is this?â she asked, pulling back -
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Hermione kept her eyes down as they approached, suddenly painfully aware of how out of her depth she was. She gripped Theoâs hand, grateful for something to hold onto.
Pansy, the birthday girl, was the first to spot them.