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Gods & Monsters : II Dramione: closed

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*DRACO POV*

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With my newly returned memories of me and Granger I decide to…

Draco went to the diner every day. For breakfast lunch and dinner. He didn’t see Hermione at all. He went to the loo before he paid his bill and went home for the night. He felt defeated. He wondered why granger was being so cold to him. He exited the loo and paid the bill. He went outside and lit a fag. He had grown accustomed to muggle things. His blew the smoke out his nostrils and looked up at the night sky wondering if he would ever see granger again.

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Gods & Monsters : II Dramione: closed

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*DRACO POV*

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With my newly returned memories of me and Granger I decide to apparate into an alley near a…

Draco landed in the drawing room of the manor. He angrily charges toward a window and smashed his fist through it. He ignored the pain and the blood and skulked to his room. He grabbed the bottle of fire whisky from his dresser and drank straight from the bottle. He sat in his leather armchairs and looked about his room with a brooding face.

Several hours later the bottle was empty and draco was asleep in his chair, the blood on his hand dried and scanned over. He jumped awake from a nightmare. He went to his bathrooms and took his shirt off. His looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked lower to the scarred lettering on his chest. Little did granger know, not only did bellatrix erase dracos memories, she also used the same dagger she used on Hermione on his chest. She carved in the same word she carved into hermiones arm. Draco groaned in agitation and slammed his fist into his mirror, shattering it causing his hand to bleed again. He leaned back against the wall and sunk to the floor. He looked to his arm, seeing the dreaded tattoo. He quickly got to his feet and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a knife and tried removing the monstrosity from his flesh. He was nearly finished when he blacked out from loss of blood. He didn’t awake until several days later in his bed with his arm bandaged.

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*DRACO POV*

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With my newly returned memories of me and Granger I decide to apparate into an alley near a muggle diner we once went to. I land in a dimly lit alleyway and walk to the street. Sure enough at the corner was the diner we went…

Draco looked around the dimly lit establishment and sighed. “Remember when we came here? Merely 5 years ago?” Draco took another sip of his coffee and looked at Hermione with soft eyes. “And my father can’t tell me who I can and cant marry. Have you had your dream wedding on the beach of Normandy yet?”

Draco smiled to himself when he remembered his trip to France with Hermione and her parents the summer of ‘95. Draco leaned toward Hermione and whispered. “So Granger, if you were to jump off a building, which way would you rather be facing when you’re on the way to your death? Face down? Or face up?”

She’d had enough of it, how dare he show up where she was and try and throw around memories, as if it were simply the day before, as if they were on good terms. ” No I’m sorry I don’t, and I don’t have the time or energy to speak to you about things that are none of your business anymore.” 

She scooped up her items, leaving more than enough Muggle money upon the table to pay for her ticket, sending the blond one last sharp glance. ” Leave me alone Malfoy, I have no interest in speaking with you or reliving the past of ours that never should have happened. ” She added quickly before hurrying from the building. 

Draco quickly threw some bills on the counter and followed her. “Granger! Can’t you tell I fucking remember everything now?! When you were captured during he war and I tried to save you…my aunt obliviated me. But I remember now. I know you hate my guts but I know you remember it all!” He grabbed her wrist and pulled her around to face him. “I know you still think about me granger. You can deny it all you want but I know you’re lying.” He looked into eyes with his stormy grey ones for a few moments and then released his grip on her and appeared away.

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*DRACO POV*

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With my newly returned memories of me and Granger I decide to apparate into an alley near a muggle diner we once went to. I land in a dimly lit alleyway and walk to the street. Sure enough at the corner was the diner we went…

Draco looked around the dimly lit establishment and sighed. “Remember when we came here? Merely 5 years ago?” Draco took another sip of his coffee and looked at Hermione with soft eyes. “And my father can’t tell me who I can and cant marry. Have you had your dream wedding on the beach of Normandy yet?”

Draco smiled to himself when he remembered his trip to France with Hermione and her parents the summer of ‘95. Draco leaned toward Hermione and whispered. “So Granger, if you were to jump off a building, which way would you rather be facing when you’re on the way to your death? Face down? Or face up?”

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With my newly returned memories of me and Granger I decide to apparate into an alley near a muggle diner we once went to. I land in a dimly lit alleyway and walk to the street. Sure enough at the corner was the diner we went to summer of ‘95. I walk into the diner and…

Draco smirked once she said his name. He looked her over and his smirk grew.
"Well well well. Funny seeing you here Granger. Where’s Weasel? Cheating on you again?"
Draco took a sip of his coffee after he put in a peppermint candy. He leaned back in his seat, continuing to stare at Hermione. He was surprised he appearance hadn’t aged after the war like his did. His eyes sunken in, dark circles and illy pale and skinny. Draco didn’t sleep much. Nightmares from the war keeping him awake. He stayed awake most nights alone on his balcony, drinking fire whisky and reading books. He regretted fighting against Hermione during the war. His panic attacks continued as well. Mostly from the scene of hermiones torturing replaying in his head.

*DRACO POV*

With my newly returned memories of me and Granger I decide to apparate into an alley near a muggle diner we once went to. I land in a dimly lit alleyway and walk to the street. Sure enough at the corner was the diner we went to summer of ‘95. I walk into the diner and notice a head of bushy brown hair at the counter. I walk up and sit a few seats down from the woman. I order a coffee and sneak a glance down the counter.

"Granger?"

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HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE

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the first post ever on tumblr

this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts

I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW

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I was waiting for the stupid patrick thing but yay the real post. love it.

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