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Hermione was powerful and determined. She liked control and perfection. So much so, that it started eating away at her. Draco was angry. At the world, at himself. He was in pain and liked to ease it. Eventually, it made him numb.
Both had issues. Different, but so familiar. They were both trying to upkeep a facade, the lie that everything was okay. They had to keep it from their friends, their teachers, families. All that pressure sometimes just gets too much.
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In which Hermione develops an eating disorder and Draco deals with his own fair share of mental health issues and trauma. Set in the fifth year of Hogwarts. Will they find solace in each other? Can a group project bring them together?Series
- Part 1 of The price we pay to feel
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“I’m sure you’re both curious as to why I called you here.” McGonagall smiles, almost mischievously, as she reaches for something inside the compartments of the desk.
Whatever Hermione was expecting the Headmistress to pull out, it surely wasn’t this.
Head Girl and Head Boy badges.
"Both of you have been given the privilege of being Head Girl and Boy of this term.”
- Or, the Eighth-Year Dramione Co-Heads nuisances to lovers fic that everyone loves
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19 Oct 2025
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It's been five years since Voldemort won the war. While on a mission for the Order, Hermione is captured by Malfoy and becomes his prisoner at Malfoy Manor. She must protect the Order's secrets, hidden in her mind, while also surviving the horrors of her captivity and this new world.
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18 Oct 2025
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“You disarmed me, but you’re the only one who’s bleeding,” he smirked. “Does your little trio really think you can best the Dark Lord without resorting to any Dark Magic? One Expelliarmus at a time?” Removing his hand from her neck, he showed her the red stain on his thumb. He gazed at the blood, before slowly raising his thumb to his lips and sucking lightly on the skin.“Blood is blood,” he remarked simply. “Believe me now?”
Hermione’s expression soured, roughly patting at the blood on her neck with the sleeve of her jumper.“I don’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth, Malfoy.” She replied snarkily. “And to answer your question, yes, I do believe we can beat Voldemort without having to resort to Dark Magic. What’s the point of getting rid of dark wizards if we ourselves become dark in the process?”
Malfoy snorted, rolling his eyes. “And how do you intend on doing that?”
Hermione squared her shoulders, shooting him a sly smirk of her own. “I don’t know yet. But it sure seems like your sister has some ideas.”
The blonde wizard paled visibly, the pallor of his cheeks clashing against the vibrant blue veins underneath.“No.” he whispered; his breath shaky. “No, you leave her out of this.”