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“Tell me you love me. Make me stay.”
Still you said nothing. Your heart was crying out, yelling as loudly as she had been only two minutes ago, wanting you to tell her. You opened your mouth only to close it again and watch her with sad eyes. You couldn’t do it.
She nodded sadly, tears continuing to stream silently down her cheeks. “You can’t.” The pain in her voice as she whispered those two words almost killed you. She stepped close to you and kissed you softly on the cheek. “I’m sorry Draco,” she murmured. She turned around and then was gone.One Thousand Times Before
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Normally I don’t read second person POV fanfictions but it just works here. It’s a great oneshot and it almost made me cry. Read it!
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Day Seven - Favourite Quote from a Fanfic
“I see,” he said, wrapping one arm possessively around her shoulders. Draco’s eyes narrowed at the gesture, and Hermione began to feel concerned for her fiancé’s safety. She had seen Draco give that look to Death Eaters before single-handedly taking them down with his wand. Anthony, however, did not seem so concerned, and to her surprise, he actually extended his hand for Draco to shake.
I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced,” he said coolly. “I’m Anthony Goldstein, Hermione’s fiancé.”
As he accepted Anthony’s handshake, Draco’s lips spread into a slow smile that made Hermione close her eyes in anticipatory horror. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he said, “her husband.”You have no idea how much I was flailing when I read that. I was jumping up and down and spazzing all over the place XD
Like I said before I love those moments that leave me saying OH SNAP!OMG GIRLLL OMG. I FLAIL EVERY TIME I READ THAT.
brb bookmarking this fic to read later.
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Draco wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs, trying careful to keep a solemn face. The Dark Lord sat in the front, frowning, and when he began to speak, his high-pitched hiss-like voice bounced off the walls. “A friend,” he started, his eyes darting across the room, “Has informed me that someone has been, I daresay, socialising with a mudblood.”
Most of the people sitting at the table gagged, and Bellatrix smacked the table in disgust. Draco bit into his cheek, and his mind instantly flickered to Granger, the bushy-haired Muggle-born from Gyffindor that he had, recently, been finding comfort within.
He closed his eyes for a fleeting second, letting his mind wander for the allocated time, and bathed in the moment when he and Granger had stumbled upon one another in the Room of Requirement. How they had taken a minute to shout insults of all kinds; and then another to gaze at each other; and then, one last minute, found shelter in one anothers arms.
He dared not smile as he opened his eyes.
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Daenerys Targaryen by Rene Aigner
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