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(I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY) this lovely work is made by EveryThursday Summary: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy Warnings: Graphic, Psychological Trauma, Character Death, Strong Profanity, Torture Disclaimer: In its use of property and characters belonging to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, Bloomsbury Publishing. No profit is being made from this work.

Her gaze is encouraging, and Draco can do nothing but linger on the precipice of terrible want with remarkable self-restraint. She's right here; solid and real and welcoming. Slipping through his undeserving fingers. Is he allowed a trauma timeline? He has no idea when it's appropriate for him to reach suffering's endpoint and move on. He's a thestral with a beating wounded wing, still desperate to fly for her, to her.

"You see, Draco Malfoy, without your sarcastic replies to endure each morning and that arrogance only you could carry, I find myself somewhat missing you." Draco thought the biggest problem living for a year under the same roof as Hermione Granger was the probability of them killing each other. He never thought it would be falling in love with her.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

"You're a goddamn catalyst, you know that?" He said slowly, the wind picking up and blowing his hair into his eyes. "Every single emotion I feel, they become whole damn explosions because of you." I sat there frozen, my breath caught in my throat. I make him feel explosions. I think of quicksilver eyes and pinkies brushing against one another and shared earbuds. You make me feel how I imagine touching the stars would be. Say it. Say it. Say it. Nothing comes out. Draco's expression shuttered closed, his spine going rigid. He stood up quickly, towering over me, and he held his broken arm out. "I know we bleed the same, Granger. I bled for you." _____ slowburn dramione starting fifth year book 1 in The Starlight Duology spotify book playlist: "the stars aligned" (each song in order fits every chapter) *I do not own any of these characters or this fictional world. All rights go to JK Rowling* Disclaimer: some parts towards the end are straight from the original Deathly Hallows book/movie, more towards the last few chapters becausa jkr wrote the scenes well and I didn't want to rewrite canon. This was to highlight the outcomes of the story that do not change despite Draco and Hermione's relationship and everything that entails. I added a few things such as changing it to Hermione's POV, adding her thoughts, and changing some details to fit the story.

Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

Two dead. Three missing. The Order is down a leader and another innocent takes the Mark. Where is the Chosen One, and who killed Draco Malfoy? Dramione, sequel to "Clean," book II in "This World or Any Other" series. HEA. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have any faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. You'll find I'm very surprising. Dramione AU, canon divergence, year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" Series. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

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 morning 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 is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings