𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨

❝ 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, ❞ 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔, 𝒇𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔, ❝ 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. ❞

Returning to Hogwarts for his eighth year proves to be immensely difficult, guilt and loneliness filling his heart with every brick built back into the castle.

Whispers behind Draco's back feel taunting, rumours surrounding his involvement with The Dark Lord bringing terrible nausea to his stomach.

Mysteriously slipping through shadows is his new favorite pastime, until Hermione Granger returns to school alone, tucked in a large closet in the back of the Slytherin dormitories due to her late decision of admission.

One night whilst sleeping in his dormitory, he hears anxious breathing and discovers a small hole in the wall, Hermione Granger restless from a terrible night's sleep, head in her hands, a fluffy purring cat curled up by her feet.

In the soft moonlight, he sees potted plants scattered across bookshelves. A twin sized bed with a black iron frame. Cream white and cornflower blue sheets. A poster of constellations plastered against the wall. Small strung up lights that have been enchanted to dance like fireflies.

And a very, promiscuous dragon tattoo plastered against her thigh.

❝ 𝑶𝒉, 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓... 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆? ❞