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Between Pittfest and the Fourth of July, Samira's been trying - really, truly trying - to follow Cassie's advice and not let the Pitt become her life.
Jury's out whether that's working.
Or, five times Abbot treated Mohan, and one time Samira treated Jack. S2E7 compliant.
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22 Feb 2026
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Dr. Al is grabbing a pen and a post-it, chatting excitedly while writing something down. It’s her number, Samira thinks, – oh god – and the alarm bells in her ears get louder.
Samira feels silly all of a sudden. Jack doesn’t have her number. They have never texted, have never really communicated outside the ED. How could she ever have thought there was any possibility there?
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20 Feb 2026
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Belatedly, she realizes once her back has hit the mattress, that Jack has steered her into Robby’s bedroom. Onto Robby’s bed. Pressing her down onto Robby’s duvet, slipping his tongue past her lips on top of Robby’s sheets.
“We shouldn’t,” she moans, limbs loose, legs just too short for her feet to reach the floor. “Jack, we shouldn’t, it’s rude—”
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Jack fucks Samira in Robby's bed. Robby is self-loathing enough to stay hidden just outside the doorway to watch.
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06 Feb 2026
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How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger.
The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence.
Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore?Series
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Draco Malfoy stared blankly at the folder Robards was holding out to him. His eyes caught on the words stamped across the top: Judicial Assigned — Hermione Granger.
Fuck.
Every bloody Auror in the DMLE knew that getting Granger assigned to their cases meant one thing—your life was about to get ten times harder. She was relentless. Nitpicking. Righteous. She wanted every last detail cross-examined from both sides. She was rigid, uptight, and exhausting to work with. But she also had a ninety-seven percent conviction rate, and this case was Draco’s biggest yet.
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06 Nov 2025