dramione challenge #23 || favorite book/movie scene || HBP deleted Scene ♥
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Dramione Challenge Twenty-Three - Favorite Book/Movie Scene
Make a graphic or write a fanfic about your favorite scene from the books or movies that is dramione friendly!
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Dramione Challenge 18 and 03: Remaking Love Triangle/Threesome
Challenge Twenty-Two: A Dramione Vacation
Dramione Vacationing in Greece
Challenge Twenty-Two: A Dramione Vacation
Make a graphic or write a fanfic about dramione on vacation! It can be in any season you want.
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“If you could have anything, what would it be?” he asked her as he put his head on her lap. They were lying in bed, exhausted from their days. “And I don’t mean trinkets and baubles. I mean if you could change anything, if you could make anything the way you want, what would it be?”She sighed and ran her hand through his hair. “It’s stupid, you’ll laugh at me.”
“Hermione, I will most definitely not laugh at you,” he promised. “Unless you want something like for the Weasel and I to snog. That will make me laugh to insanity and then probably strangle you in your sleep.”
She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him. “My desires are not that vulgar, Draco Malfoy.”
“What is it? Come on, tell me, it can’t be that bad.”
“Well okay but you can’t laugh at me,” she said. “Remember the Yule Ball? I wish I could change it so that you were my date, and not Viktor Krum.”
“I thought you had fun with him,” Draco narrowed his eyes. Like Ron, Draco had a hard time thinking about Krum’s hands on his wife. He had admitted it to her recently, when he told her he had begun to realize his feelings for her that year, when he saw her in that dress, when he stopped seeing her as Potter’s annoying know-it-all sidekick and thought of her as her own person.
“I did, but I don’t know. I wish you could have taken me, or that it could have been possible then.”
“Why would I laugh at you?”
“Well I’m a war heroine. I should be wishing that Voldemort never existed or that no one had died. And here I am conflicted about a stupid dance.”
“It’s not wrong for you to want something for yourself, love.”
“I know, but I still feel guilty. It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s not like I can go back anyway. I broke all the time-turners,” she smiled at the memory from so long ago.
He sat up, a smirk lighting up his face. “Did I ever tell you how my great great great great great great grandfather hexed the guy who invented time-turners because he was a muggleborn and took his whole supply?”
Dramione Challenge Twenty One: If only I could change this moment
Draco stood on the front line of the battle, his wand aimed perfectly towards Hermione Granger’s heart. Hermione looked at him with empty eyes, daring him to kill her. Her last words stung. Go ahead, kill me. Serve your purpose and rid this world of yet another mudblood.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. He shouldn’t be standing here, face to face in combat with the only person he has grown to care for. Seconds ticked. Hermione grew impatient; she was ready to run for it.
Draco shut his eyes tightly, his other hand brushing the cold metal inside his pocket. I have to make it right, he thought. I have to fix this. Suddenly, he turned around and began sprinting away from Hermione, turning the hourglass of the time turner.
“I want none of this! Take me back to before this war came crashing down on us.”
I’m going to find her. I’m going to get her back.
“Granger, I need your help.” It pained Draco to say it, but there was no choice now. Pleading was the only way he could get what he wanted.
Hermione looked at him incredulously.
“No,” she replied bluntly. “Why should I help you? The only time you ever talk to me is to insult me! Is that why you told me to come here? To help you with something I have no part in?”
“Look, Granger. My mother is dead. I could’ve stopped it,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Well, I’m very sorry about that, but I don’t see I can help you with that,” said Hermione.
Draco looked at her, silver orbs piercing brown.
“You have a time turner, Granger. I know you do. We need to use it and go back.
We need to save her.”
