I'm gonna make sure it never happens again | HP | Draco/Hermione (mentions of Harry, Ginny, Ron, Astoria, Scorpious) | R (to be safe) | 1023 words | for the December meme of Doom, for vergoldung and her prompt Nineteen Years Later, platform 9 3/4, silent glances. // And the way that you stare. // (Don't you dare.)Author's note: ELEONORE, I HAVE NO APOLOGIES
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Oh thank you <3 I love that you loved this <3 Draco/Hermione are one of my first ships and I'll never stop being into them, probably, and I'm glad you liked the angst <3 and I'm particularly happy with the beginning/end tie so glad you thought it worked as well <3
Nooooo. I don't think I can take the background hints of Hermione/Ron falling apart. Still, this story was wonderful and angsty, and lines like "how her skin tastes after the cruel, cold London rain" are simply gens.
HELLO MY LOVE I AM BACK AT LAST. And if anybody needs to appologize here, it's me and not you. You give me flawless fic and I keep disappearing.
An old, wooden clock ticks away seconds after seconds. // Neither of them moves. Okay. Okay. I am so fucking in love with this, I'm not sure how to put it into words. Let's try it with a list? 1) The phrasing. So so beautiful. I love the heavy, intricate atmosphere it creates, when it's so simple image. 2) The visual. Wooden clocks are fucking pretty okay. 3) The metaphor. Omg Doris I love it so much. It's just perfect. Time passes, things change. And sometimes they just don't move. Ughhhhh. 4) The fact that they are so static but also constantly circling around each other without ever really getting ~there? I weep. (And weep some more when you close the story without ending the cycle.)
They mutter each other's surnames, almost shyly, and then Draco remembers there's years of history here, even if the boy this man used to be didn't want to be Draco's friend once.NEGL this gave me all the
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Between their first and the second time, she cuts her hair, which now reaches just below her chin. He does this thing, his thing, where he smiles and rolls his eyes, decides not to let the words mid-life crisis leave his mouth, because he's clever like that sometimes. He kisses her bare neck instead, fingers trailing lightly over her arms. Crying, basically. She cut her hair to her chin. She cut her hair and he doesn't dare to speak out loud because this whole situation is just too damn ugly and ordinary and maybe a litltle depressing because of how convenient it makes him (and besides, what would be the point in stating the obvious). Oh, they are so gloriously average it hurts. And I love it so much, Doris. How did you know exactly what I love about them. They are never epic. They are forever lost and forever too late. I love it so much.
They never talk about their children or friends or work. It sounds horrible, when he thinks about it. But then again, that never was the point of this. BUT YES YES DORIS YES YES YES
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I don't even ship Draco/Hermione but I love everything about this. It's beautiful and angsty and the ending/beginning tie back is amazing.
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(I couldn't resist, I am weak)
I CAN'T DORIS I JUST CAN'T WITH YOU
HOW ARE YOU SO PERF
H O W
LIKE THIS IS SO EXACTLY WHAT I HAD IN MIND WHEN I PROMPTED THIS
IT'S UNREAL
I'M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY
YOU YOU YOU
DOREL FOREVER ETC ETC
I really really need to get going now (ugh) but detailed love is to come.
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An old, wooden clock ticks away seconds after seconds. // Neither of them moves.
Okay. Okay. I am so fucking in love with this, I'm not sure how to put it into words. Let's try it with a list?
1) The phrasing. So so beautiful. I love the heavy, intricate atmosphere it creates, when it's so simple image.
2) The visual. Wooden clocks are fucking pretty okay.
3) The metaphor. Omg Doris I love it so much. It's just perfect. Time passes, things change. And sometimes they just don't move. Ughhhhh.
4) The fact that they are so static but also constantly circling around each other without ever really getting ~there? I weep. (And weep some more when you close the story without ending the cycle.)
They mutter each other's surnames, almost shyly, and then Draco remembers there's years of history here, even if the boy this man used to be didn't want to be Draco's friend once.NEGL this gave me all the ( ... )
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He does this thing, his thing, where he smiles and rolls his eyes, decides not to let the words mid-life crisis leave his mouth, because he's clever like that sometimes.
He kisses her bare neck instead, fingers trailing lightly over her arms.
Crying, basically. She cut her hair to her chin. She cut her hair and he doesn't dare to speak out loud because this whole situation is just too damn ugly and ordinary and maybe a litltle depressing because of how convenient it makes him (and besides, what would be the point in stating the obvious). Oh, they are so gloriously average it hurts. And I love it so much, Doris. How did you know exactly what I love about them. They are never epic. They are forever lost and forever too late. I love it so much.
They never talk about their children or friends or work.
It sounds horrible, when he thinks about it. But then again, that never was the point of this.
BUT YES YES DORIS YES YES YES ( ... )
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