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andy-clutterbuck · 2 years

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TWD | The making of 5x10

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favvnsongs · 4 years

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The first and last time she lets him sleep over at her flat, he actually makes her breakfast. It's terrible enough that he certainly did it without magic and she's almost tempted to ask him to spend the day with her. On his way out the door, she almost says something other than "No spending the night next time." She imagines a hurt look, before that sneer takes its place. "No fear, Granger. If I lived like this, company would be the last thing I'd want." People call her clever, if they only knew

(I'm just gonna copy and paste what I word vomited to the group chat after telling them about this ask lol, so its just a little bit stream of consciousness-esque?)

I'm just. having feels over them being like. semi-close work friends/friends with benefits? over the course of like two years? working lunches at cafes and bistros? gossiping together on the sidelines at ministry functions? backing each other up at cross-department meetings?

fucking in his office and in her office and in empty boardrooms after most people have gone home for the day, in supply closets? fond of one another despite their history and that tbh the sass and snark and all those things is still there? but endeared to it now that it isnt malicious or cutting? On a first name basis when they arent around other people?

she'd hooked up with him purely as a spite-fuck after breaking up with Ron? impulsive and reckless and maybe a little drunk? irritated with herself bc the sex was good??? wanting more?

somehow the two of them ending up at her flat on a friday night? research and paperwork for some ministry project spread over her kitchen island? hermione making a light dinner? doesn't use magic bc of course she doesnt? uses magic for lots of things but her mother taught her how to cook and she's determined to stay sharp with it? especially since she works so often she doesnt get to really make her own meals anyways?

and he's supposed to be going over her notes and cross referencing them but everytime she turns around to look at him, he's looking at her? soft thoughtful expression on his frustratingly pretty face? drinking wine and having dinner together? drinking more wine? both kinda tense bc it feels understandably like newfound territory?

they could have fucked on her kitchen counter or on the couch or with him having shoved her up against the wall but she finds herself catching him by the wrist and hauling him into her bedroom? unquestionably newfound territory? never seen each other properly unclothed before? never taken their time before?? and she doesn't want to think about her motivations for it or her feelings but she wants that to change?

they've always had frantic rushed sex? all about getting off and trying to relieve work stress? so when she goes to pull off her clothes and he catches her hands? all up in her space and nose brushing under her ear and telling her to let him do it instead? intimate and tender? looking at her?? and no one has ever looked at her like that before? no one's ever touched her so earnestly? no one's ever called her perfect in that breathless awestruck way? beautiful and brilliant and infuriatingly addictive?

needy girl? fussy and whining because it seems as though he's taking his time just to fluster her? calls her bossy? but it's murmured against her inner thigh and she can feel and hear his smile even if she cant see it?

And of course the sex is different - intense and perfect but also overwhelmingly tender? he knows what she likes by now but now he's got the time to do it? until she's flushed and breathless and shamelessly desperately begging? when he comes he chokes out her name into the crook of her neck? and it feels so raw and fragile and vulnerable? precious?

she doesnt remember falling asleep but when she wakes up she's warm and held and feeling. - safe?? head tucked under his chin and he's already awake? Absently trailing his fingers over the back of her neck? still sleepy enough that there's a noise from beyond her window that she cant place? but when she asks, groggy and mumbled against his collarbone, he tells her it's rain? the room dark blue and she usually gets up early even on days she doesnt have to get ready for work but she just. wants to stay?

draco getting up to go feed crookshanks for her? sitting on the edge of her bed to pull his underwear on and there's fading red scratch marks down his back? feeling so pleased with herself? and he twists to look at her? tucks a strand of hair behind her ear? tells her not to look so smug about it? she wants to take his wrist and have his fingers in her mouth again? and it's as if he knows exactly what she's up to? clucks at her and leans over to kiss her head and tells her to go back to sleep?

drifting back off to sleep hearing him talk to her cat?? she was honestly kinda worried that crookshanks wouldnt like him?

but when she wakes up again she's alone in bed still? heart sinking? she can smell him on her pillow and gosh just so... sad? for a moment? but then smelling eggs and potatoes? blinking the sleep from her eyes and the rain is quieter? she can hear something frying on the stove?

he'd watched her while she'd cooked last night. privledged spoiled boy growing up with house elves to do everything for him? curious and attentive? she knows he's got his own flat and a house elf passed over by his mother from the manor, but the interest had been nice?

maybe he doesnt ruin breakfast? nearly does, but she shuffles in with her hair a mess and wearing nothing but her panties and his shirt just in time?

"you've got it up too high, you'll burn them" she says?

he looks so - caught?? the slightest blush across his cheeks? and she hates how attractive he is? she isnt supposed to like him. she definitely isnt supposed to like him, but she does. despite everything, she really really does. and it's just a little tiny bit really fucking terrifying?

his immaculate hair is ruffled into next week and he's got a hickey on his neck that she cant help but feel guilty for not feeling guilty about? barefoot in her kitchen trying to make her breakfast and her heart flops in her chest right before her stomach goes sour?

she isnt supposed to like him. this wasnt supposed to happen. she isnt supposed to be so tempted to tell him to stay? to ask if he wants to ignore all the work nonsense they didnt get through last night and instead go out and do something later? isnt supposed to want him to feel her up in the shower? or settle next to him on her loveseat and drink tea and read the prophet?

it wasnt even supposed to be about convenient cathartic work quickies, but it definitely wasn't supposed to be more than that.

overthinking and panicking while she takes over breakfast? trying to stay calm and watch the stove while he stands behind her with his arms around her waist? trying so so hard to not have a crisis over the pretty god damn sure probability that she just might maybe definitely be in love with him?

it hurts, somewhere deep in her chest, to tell him that this is the last time? the words get stuck in her throat and it's so hard not to reach out and try to snatch them back the moment she's said it?

it's not that she imagines the hurt. she's gotten pretty good at reading him. it is hurt. hurt and regret and disappointment and bitterness? just for a moment?

he calls her granger for the first time in weeks it seems? and there's so much ice to it? that boy from school pulled from the wings? walls up? shutting her out?

the door closes but she doesnt hear footsteps on the landing? nearly half a minute before the tell tale pop of disapparition?

her shudder sigh? feeling her eyes sting?

"fuck" and when she turns crookshanks is sitting on one of the chairs at the island? staring at her?

On the verge of snapping at him? she can feel the judgement and she doesnt need it on top of her own? but behind him? draped over the back? draco's scarf?

"fuck"

#listen okay i have a lot of feelings about these two dumb fucking losers okay #LOTSA FEELINGS #dramione trash

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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year

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