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On the lack of updates
Writing this month has gone slowly, very slowly. It has not been helped by the following ( Read more... ) -
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Draco made his way downstairs, silently cursing the couple arguing in the Slytherin common room. He couldn’t sleep; he never could on Christmas Eve, wondering what surprises would be amongst his presents. His mother always made sure there was at least one surprise, usually something that he did not even know that he wanted. When he had heard an ( Read more... ) -
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Hermione turned up her nose as her husband hugged her. “Yuck,” she said. “You stink. Go take a shower.”
“I thought you liked it when I’m all dirty from playing Quidditch,” he said, smiling wickedly at her. “Care to help me clean up, love?”
“Hush! Adara will hear you. Now get going!” Hermione gave her husband a helpful shove. “Maybe later we ( Read more... ) -
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It was, he decided, the best idea ever. That sounded a bit immodest, even in his own head. Maybe it was better to say that it was his best idea ever, but that didn’t do the idea justice. It was absolutely brilliant. His father would love it. His mother…well, he could tell Dad that it was Mum’s idea too, and then she couldn’t really punish him. When ( Read more... ) -
Sunday Night Fic
“No,” she said. “I’m sorry, but no.”
“Why not?” he wailed, throwing his hands up in frustration. He kept getting the same damn answer.
“Draco, please. Even you should know the reason why your suggestion is ludicrous.” She looked down her nose at him, a reminder that he was slouching again. He stood up straight but found that he still had to ( Read more... ) -
Updates or lack thereof
Next time, thought Hermione as she tuned out the prattle of her tablemates, I have got to remember to say no! She sighed and gently massaged her temples. This lunch meeting couldn’t end soon enough.
“It was simply romantic,” Ginny concluded with a faraway look in her eyes. “I’ve always dreamed of going to Paris with my fiancé ever since I was a ( Read more... ) -
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“Mummy!” Hermione looked up from her book as her daughter ran into the room. Adara sobbed as she crashed into her mother and grabbed her legs.
“What’s wrong, Adara?” Hermione asked, lifting a hand to stroke her daughter’s hair.
“Oh it’s awful, Mummy.” Adara looked up. Hermione could see that her daughter’s front two teeth were missing. “ ( Read more... )