#SignetRings

[mugglebrn]

"I DON'T KNOW. TWO YEARS KIND OF FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME AGO," most days, Hermione doesn't even recognise who she was at sixteen. That's the thing about these teenage years, the change is so rapid and the emotions so heightened that she can't fathom making the same decision she did back then. "When's the last time you were with Pansy?" it had been a question intended to prove her point, but as soon as she's out a wave of trepidation passes over her. What if it's recent? Worse. What if he says he's over Pansy and he's not. She'd only be proving his point, not her own.

any kiss at all was too much. and while draco had only recently learned of hermione's existence this year, two years ago felt abysmally too recent. "hm." draco sounds, with a curt nod, his lips pursing into a tight line. he's obviously not pleased to hear it, but he remembers himself enough not to completely flip out over it. he draws his gaze back to his screen, before nonchalantly adding, "not too long ago then."

[foxballad]

@signetrings liked for a one-liner !

“ I have nothing to say to you so— what do you want, Draco ? ”

[folkorae]

@signetrings liked for a starter with Marina !

“ You know, I never would have imagined you are good at quidditch. ” ; she says to him during potions class. Marina watched a training earlier in that day, kind of accidentally. She was looking for a quiet place to read and study before classes ( and she was still getting used to this school ). Marina thought the arena would be empty but there were students there, she wondered why until she found out one of the teams would be training there. She managed to focus on her studies for a bit but stopped reading after she noticed her partner in one of the classes is part of the Slytherin team.

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[awynter]

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[potentialbreakupscng]

"Well, you know that old saying, “Keep your friends close and make out with your enemies."" to ginny - @signetrings

Talking to Malfoy hasn't been that bad, actually. He's a real person, someone who has their own stuff to deal with. She hasn't really tried to dig into whatever is lying under the surface. They all have their own shit to work through after the war. Her brother died. She watched so many students -- friends fight and some of them not make it. She dealt with it by flinging herself into school and then accepting the offer to join the Harpies almost as soon as she got it. She doesn't want to be known as the girl who was the only sister of the best friend of the boy who lived -- or his ex for that matter. She wants her own name. Dark eyes flick up from her drink at his words -- eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Her eyes narrow slightly. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were flirting with me, Malfoy." But even she finds herself leaning toward him, a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips. "Unless, I'm not your enemy, and this is you coming out to me and telling me you want to snog Harry."

[slytherintragedy]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝ i don’t know how to talk about shit okay? it’s too hard. but i do care. i need you to trust me that i care. ❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Draco }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @signetrings ❫

So I hope this works, if not then feel free to let me know and I'll try to fix it.

Anya had practically known Draco for most of her life, mostly due to the fact he was Theodore's best friend. Plus they were both in Slytherin, and their fathers were once death eaters. And she'd like to think they were friends, yet she would be lying if she even dare to say she knew him pretty well because she didn't. He was still a mystery to her, yet she was more than aware of his reputation. Everyone who knew who Malfoy was, knew of his reputation after all. Despite all that, Anastasia try not to pay any mind to it. But she wasn't naïve enough to let her guard down around him, at least not completely. Not that it matter since he had always been closer to her twin, yet some where along the line that changed. Maybe when they would hang out whenever Theo was busy with Daphne, at least until sometime after she started dating Adrian then things changed once more. But she wanted to blame it on the fact he was pushing everyone away, then life went on.

She was going to reach out to him again but then drama broke out between him and her twin so she didn't, besides her own life became a mess shortly afterwards due to Adrian and her breaking up. And when the news got out that they broke up, Anya was surprised when it was Draco who sought her out. She assumed it would be Theo or one of her best friends, not him. Not after everything, although she was almost positive that he was really here for her brother and not her. So of course she questioned him, had called him out in a way. Wasn't expecting much on his part, maybe a snide remark that would cause her to close the door in his face. But his answer had her turquoise hues narrowing suspiciously at him then she sighed as she shook her head.

❝You need me to trust that you care, after everything? I don't know Draco, I believe that it's hard for you to talk about things given how you were raised but-❞ Anastasia voiced softly before trailing off, moving aside to let him in moments later. ❝-I just don't know, sometimes it's hard to know with you. So forgive me if I'm skeptical Malfoy but do come in and tell me WHY it is that you need me to trust that you care so much.❞

[bloodymyhands]

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he's awful at studying, always has been, ever since he was a kid. something about the way his mind works just doesn't agree with studying, even into adulthood. his mind wanders and the words jump off the page. percy's long given up even considering focusing on his work by now, with the moon high in the sky and his thoughts elsewhere. he wanders the campus, until eventually finds himself near the courtyard, poking at a tree branch as though it's a toy. he feels out of his element here, even many years in. this is when most are getting ready to graduate, ready to begin their lives as adults fresh out of university, and himself? he isn't sure that's his fate.

he's stewing in those annoying thoughts when he, somehow, snaps the twig he'd been holding and it flies from his grasp. he watches in horror as he bonks someone else, and he frowns as he approaches, his expression apologetic. "sorry, man..." he mumbles, reaching out for the twig and grabbing it so he can toss it away. "did i hit you in the eye? i wasn't aiming for you, i swear."

[mugglebrn]

"OH, SO WE'RE IGNORING ALL THE TIMES YOU YANKED ME INTO EMPTY ROOMS?" honestly, how like him to paint himself as the victim. As if she were some seductress coaxing him into something he didn't want to do. Hermione figures this is it. The other shoe finally dropping. The one she had been waiting for with bated breath. He'd had his fun. He'd tried a muggleborn out for size; rebelling against his upbringing, she supposes. And now he's done with it, wanting to pretend that he hadn't even wanted it to begin with.

It hurts more than she had anticipated it would. More that she wants to admit, and it is a concerted effort not to cry. She's rubbish at tamping down her feelings (it's why her every attempt at occluding has failed abysmally), emotions always blazing across her face, but now she tries her best. Biting the inside of her cheek, the only tell the shine to her big, brown eyes and the slight quiver of her chin.

And while she feels like she'd about to fall to pieces in front of him, he clamps down. Anger and anything other emotion she had come to delight in seeking in his crystalline eyes extinguished in a second. As if it were never there. Something inside her chest cracks and breaks and she knows she can't hold it in anymore. "Well, good. I'm glad you've made that decision before either of us did anything stupid like catch feelings," she doesn't even wait for his response, turning on her heel in a whip of wild curls, desperately making a break for her room before he can see the first tears fall.

he's so furiously angry, that he can't even tell if it was directed towards her or himself. granger had always infuriated him — not only had he been conditioned to hate her from the start, but he found it completely ( and possibly more ) vexing that she'd managed to bump him out of top of the class during their school years and then proceeded to throw the venom he dished at her back to him. he remembered spending hours in his common room, begrudgingly reading and reviewing texts in attempt to regain his position, but he always seemed to fall short to her. granger was fiery, unpredictable, stubborn, and too clever for her own good. draco should have known better than to let his feelings get twisted and tangled in a witch like her. he was an idiot to think he could out maneuver her in her own game — to be the one between the two that didn't catch feelings.

and so it slips out before he can bite his tongue. "i haven't been!" draco snaps angrily. which is possibly the most truthful he's been to himself and to her. of course, he'd taken advantage of the physical comfort of a warm body, but he'd also let himself get emotionally attached. he'd begun to care for her in ways that extended past ensuring she was alive for the sake of the order — he needed her alive and okay for the sake of himself. it was clear to him that granger had not made the same mistake.

draco steels himself, swallowing down the lump in his throat and extinguishing the aching in his chest. he can't help it — his eyes glaze and his expression goes blank. occluding. "yes. i'm done with you. just like that." draco says definitively.

[mugglebrn]

"I'm sorry, I'm so… hungry…"

AS BRAVE AS SHE IS, THE FIRST TIME SHE HAD SEEN THOSE FANGS, SHE HAD JUMPED BACK IN FEAR. Hermione still remembers the cold shock of it pulsing through her veins, but she doesn't feel it now. Not as his eyes shift or as his fangs descend. It'd be logical to be afraid of him. He'd only started speaking to her with the intention of eating her, and despite his restraint now, it's been made clear that his self-control is not infallible. Even if he... cares for her, he could hurt her. Without even meaning to. Logic tells her she should back away, let him find food elsewhere, keep her distance from here on out.

It's too bad she's more stubborn than she is logical.

There's another pulse of pain from her forearm and she looks down to where she's hurt herself, blood trickling over her wrist, dripping from her fingertips. A horror show to her, but the sweetest drink to him (even if he insists on pretending he thinks she tastes terrible). Hermione's eyes leave the wound, returning to him and finding him fixated on it, his breath slightly uneven, eyes wild. Like an animal. But then, she thinks of the times she's caught him off guard. The way he's laughed at something she says, or looked at her with a softness in his gaze she can't account for. He's not an animal. He's a person who had something happen to them that she cannot fathom. And she wants him to know she trusts him.

Hermione takes a measured step forward, and another when his eyes flicker to her in apprehension. "You won't hurt me," she says it with more conviction than she'd known she had, slowly closing the distance between them; palm up, the blood pooling in the centre of it. "I know it," he's close enough now to reach out and touch. The air between them feels static, goosebumps raising along her skin, someting dark and wanting curling low in her belly. Her bloodied hand raises, painfully slowly, eyes unwavering on his, insisting upon his intention. Wanting him to remember who's blood it is he's tasting, wanting her to look at her face as he feeds. Her index and middle finger meet his mouth, coating his plush lower lip with her blood, painting it red, thumb leaving a macabre streak across pale skin as it grazes his jaw.

[foxballad]

DRACO MALFOY I WILL GIVE WAR NOW 😤😤😤

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[mugglebrn]

THE SUDDEN INTENSITY OF BLAZING GREY EYES ON HER IS TOO MUCH, AND DESPITE ALL HER INHERENT BRAVERY, HERMIONE LOOKS AWAY QUICKLY. She's not sure why. It's not like admitting that she didn't wish him dead is some great declaration. There were plenty of people she didn't much like that she wouldn't necessarily hope a grave upon. And despite the tumultuous (at best) history she shares with the blond, he is a constant in her life. An eleven-year-old boy with an overly self-important attitude, and even more overly styled hair. A twelve-year-old boy calling her horrible words. A fifteen-year-old boy spitefully stealing her table in the library and checking out the books she'd requested from Pince before she can get to them. A sixteen-year-old boy falling to pieces in front of everybody as immense pressure is shoved carelessly upon in shoulders.

He's as much a permanent fixture in her life as the statues that guard Hogwarts. As synonymous with her life as a witch as the entrance to platform nine and three-quarters. Even now, during the war, he remains.

So no, she doesn't want him dead for entirely logical and human reasons, but she looks away for the illogical ones. Because Hermione, to her great misfortune, has a face that tattles on her every emotion. And she doesn't feel anything close to hatred for him anymore.

"They do the best with what they've got," she's quick to defend as she follows him to standing, always feeling rather strange speaking about muggles as if they were other when it's how she grew up. "And honestly, it's been a few years since I got my first aid certificate, I'm perhaps not the best standard for judgement when it comes to this," instinct has her half reaching out when he shows pain over the injury, but there's nothing more she can do and so they merely remain there in the space between them for a second before falling back to her side.

"Can you apparate? We should go before you lose any more blood. That bandage is only going to slow it down."

his eyes rolling was instantaneous. draco would be richer than he already was if he'd received a galleon for every time someone had ensured him that potter wasn't trying to kill him. he supposes granger's defence should have been anticipated — last he remembered, she was vice president of saint potter's fan club, right next to weasely and weaselette. even still, granger coming to his defence annoys him. potter may be their only hope to end this war, but it didn't mean draco couldn't still feel slighted by what happened. his gaze snaps to granger's, unable to hide his surprised expression. did he hear her correctly, or was the cursed blade making him twist her words to something he wanted to hear? "right, whatever." he says tightly, unsure how to respond to such a subtle revelation.

draco moves to stand, wincing from the movement. he can feel the bandage soak up new blood and he curses under his breath. "it's a miracle muggles survive as long as they do with shoddy healing practices." he grumbles, gritting his teeth as he presses a hand to his injury. it feels like it's getting worse, but he doesn't admit it out loud. he's had worse, which is a mantra he's silently recited as the war drew on.

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