"You know I heard you singing to Crookshanks once," Hermione says, tossing her hair back. "You even changed the lyrics to incorporate his name."
"I wouldn't know, Ron," Hermione says through gritted teeth. "I threw it in the bin without reading it as you saw very clearly." Ron chortles. "That's true. Malfoy looked like he suddenly got a case of an ill-nurtured bladder when you did that." Title from Kashmiri-American writer Agha Shahid Ali- The World Is Full of Paper. Write to Me.
Her life can be sung in two line lyrics of Eagles' song Hotel California. She can check-out any time she likes, but she can never leave. TW: Body Image Insecurity Includes vulnerable romance and practical chemistry. I hope you take some healing away from this. Because it features Colin Firth in white shirt by the lake. Non-magic AU. Title creds: Leonard Cohen
Summary: Draco and Hermione are lonely under the blankets. Today, they will not be able to stop touching each other.
Draco was not having a good day. Then Madam Hogwarts' Most Likely to Save The World looked at him and frowned. "Ah…how to say this? You look like shit."
"I am going with Uncle Harry and Uncle Theo for the Quidditch match," Scorpius informs them. "Finally. Good riddance," Draco says with a low whistle of approval, and suddenly starts looking a year younger.