Dramione Appreciation Week - Favorite quote
"But everything he did to us. To you,” Ron argued. “How can you just forget all that?”
She hesitated and rubbed her lips together, contemplating how she should even begin to rationalise her reasoning to Ron. She stretched across the table to grasp his hands again, and the words that settled on her tongue felt bizarre and a little heavy, but they were falling out of her mouth before she could attempt to stop them.
"Draco’s like…snow," said Hermione quietly, her gaze absent and distracted. "It’s cold and cruel to begin with, but it’s somehow beautiful, and you miss it when it’s not there. And if you hold it in your hands close enough and long enough, it changes. It melts."
She inhaled, and the sound of it snatched her from her trance. Lifting her head, she caught Ron’s puzzled eyes, and her cheeks began to burn with embarrassment. Even in the company of the people who knew her best, she didn’t like losing her usual control and logic, but the wistful metaphor had been so persistent. She was preparing what to say next, planning to regain her composure and appropriate prudence for their discussion, but Ron beat her to it.
"You really love him, don’t you?" he asked. "I mean, you really do."
"Yes, I do," she replied, trying to stifle a smile. "I think this might be it for me.”
- Isolation, Chapter 37
"Why are you here? In the end, I will
destroy you like everything else I’ve
ever loved. I am a time bomb. Don’t you
understand? I will ruin this.”
“I am here because I am yours
and I am yours because
everything I am made of screams
“You have my heart.”
“And I don’t care what you
do with it.”
// Beau Taplin
”[…] Are you feeling all right, Granger? I’m starting to think that perhaps you just might fancy me.”
Hermione froze, looking at him with a surprising, gnarled fist of horror and shock and anticipation embedded but volcanic in her stomach. She could feel the blood drain from her face at his words, instead sending the rushing blood to pound in her head and ears. She felt as if she’d just been tided to the shore by a sixty-foot wave: dazed, salty and confused. Her mouth felt horribly dry.
Draco seemed to have registered the look of pale revelation on her face, staring at her intently. Then he spoke, certainly as shocked as she was.
"Bloody hell. You do fancy me.”
"No, no, I don’t," said Hermione, shaking her head, feeling frazzled and very disoriented. She felt the skin on her face begin to heat up at the scarring speed. "I don’t fancy you. I mean, I shouldn’t. You’re Malfoy, and you’re dying, and you have this horrible fancy of humor in the image of your own death."
"But you do," his face breaking into a brilliant smile, summoning little jackhammers upon her heart, as if he was pleased and delighted with this piece of terrible news. "You do fancy me. Dear Merlin, Hermione Granger, you’re in love with me."
"Draco! What are you doing you can’t just apparate into my room!" Hermione yelped as she caught his reflection in the mirror.
"Granger, you’re 22, surely your parents don’t still see you as that innocent," he drawled lazily, winking at her.
"I’d like to think they do so you’re going to apparate outside and knock on the door like a gentleman. I will not have my parents first meeting you appearing from my bedroom… what are you wearing?"
"I went to muggle London," he stated with a grin, looking much like a child who was rather proud of himself, "I thought since I was meeting muggles I should dress like one. The woman in the shop said I looked rather dashing."
Hermione bit back a smile at his childish pride. “Alright Mr Dashing, get outside and go ring the doorbell.”
"Right, okay," he said, suddenly looking rather nervous. "Granger… What’s a doorbell?
The Magic Begins
↳ 28: A ship you wish everyone else was into.
Dramione Appreciation Week- Favorite quote
"Come with me," she whispers so low that she does not think he hears her, but it does not matter — she knows that he has spent too long fighting against life to know how to stop.
His hair is slicked back with perspiration and his desire to fully see the world around him, and it a stark reminder of their youth. Of him, and Hogwarts, and when she had first encountered him with his hair like that. There are moments, huge lapses of time, that hang between that faded twelve year image and the one she sees so defined and hard in front of her. She feels time, heavy and cruel inside her chest, swelling up along her skin until she feels bruised by it. He was a horrible little boy, who became this man in front of her now. And while he stands there as a single speck among the hordes of war and loss, she sees him in sharp, bold lines against a backdrop of faint colors and other people’s lives. Because while Draco Malfoy is nothing to the world, he…he is everything to her. -The Fallout
A muggleborn and pureblood couple having their first child and the pureblood not knowing about ultrasounds so they don’t understand why their partner is dragging them to a muggle doctor until they get there and suddenly they see a physical picture of their newborn child and hear it’s little heartbeat and it’s better than any magic they’ve ever seen.
Best of OITNB :)
I always believed when they said that true love lasted forever. In all honesty I still think it does.
But I also believed that what we had was true love and now that you’ve forgotten about me and moved on so fast, I’m not so sure what to think anymore.
In so many ways I want to hate you. I want to resent you for making me so sad and feel so much pain. Yet another part of me knows all I really want is just for you to come back and say sorry and tell me you made a mistake.
I think I would take you back in an instant.