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50 years ago, Fate took Hermione Granger from him. Yet here she was, in the flesh, sitting at his table– their table– so close their knees were touching. And she was real, there was no denying it. He had sworn to himself he wouldn't make the same mistakes. But Hermione Granger seemed hell-bent on making sure he did.
A sequel to A Gift From Fate.
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- Part 3 of Gifts and Other Misfortunes
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Granger,
The shrink said I should do this– write this fucking letter and then burn it, as if it’s some sort of sacrificial offering to the universe so that maybe a good day could exist. A sure-fire way to force myself to let go. It’s a shout into the void, “a way to release all my grief,” but that’s all it will ever be– a letter with no address.
I still fucking love you.
But I wish I fucking didn’t.
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- Part 2 of Gifts and Other Misfortunes
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“This doesn’t - it doesn’t matter to you does it?” She whispered into the dark, almost afraid to hear his reply. She felt him shaking his head before he even opened his mouth.
“No.” He nudged her onto her back and leaned over her, linking their fingers together. “You were muggleborn when I fell in love with you. When I fell in love with you, your blood status became irrelevant. Just because your parents turned out to be purebloods doesn’t make you more valuable to me…”
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For some people, alcohol and drug use is a coping mechanism. For others, keeping themselves so busy until they forget about their problems is the way to go. Some sing about their pain, some express themselves through poetry, while others seek therapy.
No one would have imagined that for Draco Malfoy, it was writing a diary.
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Just another Pureblood!Hermione story. A hidden adoption revealed, a brother found, a new world to figure out: "What are you hoping for?" he asked as they stood ready to do the spell. "I don't know," Hermione admitted. "You?" His knuckles were white on his wand. "A sister," he said, his voice very low, "I'm hoping for a sister."