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 Secr...
Hermione works in Gringotts' Records Department when Draco Malfoy comes on staff as a curse-breaker. His icy presence drags up memories she's desperate to move on from and forget. She tries to ignore him, but every time she sees him, she feels chilled to the bone. DHr Advent 2018.
Draco Malfoy is dying. He's part-Veela and needs his mate to survive. Post-war, Hermione Granger is a workaholic, up to her eyeballs in legal activism on behalf of Magical Beings, and hasn't yet noticed that Malfoy is the Magical Being who needs her most.
PART ONE The indignation radiated off of Draco as he observed them; Hermione Granger might be a lot of things, a mudblood, a swotty cunt, and a nuisance to fucking society, but she was not a coward. She did not make herself smaller for the likes of men. He respected the way she never shied away from her true nature...
THIS IS PART TWO : "You're playing a game you can't win," he whispered, tightening his grip. "I already have," she choked out, becoming light-headed as she struggled to get a full breath in. He was well aware just where to hold, because he held her right on the edge of passing out. "Is that so?" He asked. "From where...
