A collection of Microfics written for EscapeInMyBookshelf's June 2025 Microfics. Updates Daily.
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Draco, wrinkled and worn from another night on the settee, drifted through a London market, avoiding home and Astoria’s cloying touch. Then he saw her—Hermione, curls tucked into a gingham scarf, smiling at a vendor. When she spotted him, her smile didn’t falter. Warm and beaming like a beacon in the night
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