Roommate Dramione
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“Ronald, did you just ask what I was wearing?”
Draco looked up, eyes wide, from his seat on the sofa. Granger rested casually against the inner corner of the kitchen counter, a cheese cracker in one hand and a handset in the other. There was a look of amusement in her eyes as they met Draco’s, who hadn’t the time nor sense to hide the look of horror on his face.
Hermione has phone sex with Ron. Draco interrupts.
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omg... they were roommates
(includes ripped Draco art by catmintandthyme)
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Malfoy buckled, barely catching himself with a hand on her bureau by the door, spine curling in and head dropping.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “What are you doing to me?”
His voice reminded her of her extremely-not-alone status and she gained enough sense to yank the covers up, the toy slipping to buzz silently against her inner thigh.
“I’m not…not doing anything!” It wasn’t even the first thing she should have said (“Get the fuck out, Malfoy!” certainly would have been more appropriate) but her brain was only half with her.
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Or, they were roommates with unrequited crushes and meddling friends.
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- Part 3 of Pierced Draco
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“What are you doing?” He’s so close she has to look up at him now. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“I can’t stop. It’s—”
“The potion. It’s pushing us together. It’s not real, Malfoy.”
“It’s the catalyst, but we’re still us.” He reaches out, arms bracketing her in place.
If he touches her, she knows it’s over. She’s done for. No backing out.
Not that she wants to.
“Draco—”
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Where Hermione and Draco are dosed with a modified love potion and are forced to finally admit their feelings to one another. -
oh my god, they were roommates by LovesBitca8 for monsterleadmehome
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
01 Oct 2019
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"I'm not going anywhere, Granger." He gave her a smile that crept up his pointed features. "I am living in my court-ordered exile in my court-ordered flat. You're the one choosing to live here."
"I'm not leaving, Malfoy." She planted her hands on her hips and her feet on the floor.
He tilted his wine glass back, his long throat swallowing every last drop as he glared at her. Smacking his lips, he stood from the table and strutted down the hall with a "We'll see," tossed over his shoulder.