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853 pages, ebook
Published January 1, 2018
“Fucking mudblood cunt,” he growls, jerking her once. Her head knocks back against the stone. And as she sees stars, she thinks about how she’s never heard him use that word before.
“I like how alone you are,” she breathes, “because it means I don’t have to share you with anyone."
In the interim, I can tell you it’s still immensely gratifying to watch Granger’s life fall apart. Practically fucking orgasmic.
“Stop that. Stop doing that”
“Doing what?”
“Pretending to be cruel”
“I’m not pre-“
“You don’t have to do that with me” she whispers, “I see right through you”![]()
“Pansy, trust me” Hermione lets go of her wrist and forces her fingers onto Pansy’s stiff hand, entangling them. “I can see you,” she says, only a desperate whisper now. “Behind all of it, I can see you. I know you aren’t this” she squeezes hard . Until she’s sure it hurts. “Trust me, I have your back—“
A scoff. “No one ever has—”
“I do.” She yanks her hand. “I have your back”
Pansy’s gaze is razor sharp. But Hermione can see the faintest trembling breath escape her chest.
“Trust me”
She can feel Pansy’s fingers shaking. Can see what just might possibly, maybe, be the glisten of tears forming in her eyes. But she closes them before Hermione can be sure and straightens up. Goes hard and stiff, the practiced posture of a true Pureblood
"Okay"
I want to fucking kill her almost as much as I want to kiss her.
No. No, that’s not what I want to do. I don’t want to kiss her. I want to make an indentation of her body in my mattress. I want to hear those fucking sounds she makes again. And I want to ruin her life.
Nobody sat me down and explained. Explained how the fuck I’m supposed to feel. What I’m supposed to do. How I’m supposed to act.
Mother and Father never told me, ‘Yes, Draco, this is how much it’s going to hurt,’ and ‘This is how hard it’ll be to trust,’ and ‘This is what you should never do. Never. Ever.’
No one ever drew that fucking line for me.
No one ever fucking prepared me for the way it was going to feel. For how little fucking sense anything was going to make.
"You think, out of a room of hundreds, I'd choose you?"
"I'd choose you."
"Because, let me tell you, I fucking wou-" Draco's words stop as though he's been magically silenced.
"You what?" He asks quietly. Barely a murmur.
"I'd choose you."
Realizes that, at any given moment, all of the trauma and the fury and the abominably bad choices that make up Draco Malfoy could finally culminate into something explosive. Could finally bring him down. Collapse his cracked, teetering stone pillar of stoicism — the only thing keeping him standing. They’re all just waiting for it to happen.
Diary,
You don't know what it's like. To wake up and see her there.
But I do.
-Draco

Diary,
You don't know what it's like. To wake up and see her there.
But I do
"You think, out of room of hundreds, I'd choose you?"
"I'd choose you"
"Anyone but me…" he murmurs, searching her gaze, "right, Granger?" She smells the familiar mint on his breath - clinically strong.
"Right." she breathes.
Diary,
She's a cunt.
I think I need her.
…
Merlin, what a cunt .
"I see you as enough of a threat…" another step closer - there's not enough safe space between them now, "… to feel the need to use force."
She scoffs, reminded again of their proximity when the strand of hair dangling across his forehead blows aside with her breath. "A threat?" she intones.
But his face doesn't change, and she realizes all too late that he's serious.
"Yes," he says. "A threat."
"To what?"
"To everything I am. Everything I believe in. To every molecule and every strand that makes me me." His breath gusts up against her face, warm for once, but as always tinged with peppermint, and she finds herself frozen. "Yeah, Granger… you're a fucking threat.”
"Please… please say it."
In and out, in and out…
"No," she whispers feebly.
"Please." He bites down on her lip. "Say it. Say it, please."
She can only whimper.
He throws her back down, the old mattress squealing in protest, and he yanks up her thigh again, driving in deeper, sending her reeling. "Admit it to yourself. Say it. Fucking say it. Say it."
"Draco.”
"Fuck you, Granger," he snarls, as if she hasn't spoken. She risks a glance over her shoulder. "You think you're a fucking prize?"
"No."
"You think, out of a room of hundreds, I'd choose you?"
"I'd choose you.”
"Hermione?" he says, raising his eyebrows, and hearing her name for what must be the first time on his lips silences her quite effectively.
They stare at each other for several tense seconds.
"Yes?" she manages, and it comes out a squeak. "Shut the fuck up."
And then he buries his face between her legs, tongue going on the instant offensive and laving its way across nerve endings she didn't know she had.
"Say it. Again."
Swallowing her fear - swallowing her pride - she meets his eyes again the way one meets an enemy
on the battlefield. "I love you.”
- firstly, he mocked her for asking him to fuck her slow, while they were having sex.
"I did not beg you for anything." His lips part against her pulse, teeth grazing skin as he speaks in a breathy croon meant to be her own.
"Please. Oh, please please, Draco - fuck me slow."
She grinds herself back against him in a way that's supposed to be indignant but earns a moan from both of them instead.
"I never said that," she gasps out.
"Please," he mocks in a whine. "Please, please, please.”
- secondly, the love confession(before that was already one, but he surpassed himself with another one)
"And now look at me." He spreads his arms wide and gives a defeated, incredulous sort of huff. "Now, I do know you, and now I'm fucking hopeless. Now I don't lose sleep over missions, or Marks, or my fucking father - I lose sleep over you. Wondering what happens to you if I ever fuck up again. If I'm already fucking things up just by being involved. You - you sit there after barging your way into my head, into my fucking bloodstream - trespassing - and you want to hear what I think? You want me to tell you you're pretty? So bloody beautiful I want to gouge my fucking eyes out? You want to hear that? After you took this stupid fucking organ out of my chest with your little fist and you just -" He gathers his own hand into a fist. "- just fucking squeezed until it looked fit to burst? After I begged you not to stand between me and whatever consequences I fucking earned? After I told you I couldn't stand to have one more fucking thing weighing on my conscience? After all this fucking pain you put me through, you want to hear what I think?”
- then the blowjob scene.. i would lie if i say i didn’t like it, cause draco was begging. again. this man makes me fold and im not ashamed. and don’t know if im alone in this, but when the guy tangles his fingers through the girl’s hair while she’s doing a blowjob is just doing it for me. and the fact that he’s stuttering is so sweet and hot.
"Pl-please - please, I'm - fuck - fuck, I'm begging you. I h-have - I have to. Please - please. Let me. Please.”
also, that scene gave me crazy flashbacks of warnette and analogous blowjob scene in ignite me. both draco and aaron were vulnerable and never received it before and it just makes me very emotional. my ultimate favorite blond boys ☹️💗💓😭💘
"We're both idiots."
"Idiots," he echoes, nodding fiercely.
"But I do love you. And now I want to see you love someone else. I want to judge every stupid little mistake you make and I want to watch you fall in love all over again. Alright?"
"Alright.”
Diary,
You don't know what it's like. To wake up and see her there.
But I do.
Draco

This book is for you if…
⤐ ... you have a high tolerance for swear words even if the amount borders on ridiculous
⤐ ... toxic relationships are not in any way triggering for you
⤐ ... you understand what the concept "unreliable narrator" means
⤐ ... you love your fanfics smutty and with loads of banter
‘Before you report me for ‘coming unhinged,’ so me a devour and consider what you’d fucking do if your fucking girl was pretending you were a bloody Hufflepuff to save face= Why doesn’t this fucking book let me cross things out anymore? She’s not my girl. That was a grammatical mistake. But you know what I fucking mean.’
“Faster,” falls from her lips in a hiss. Draco hums into her shoulder. “Odd. I seem to remember you begging me to go slow.”“If you’re going to solve puzzles in your head while I’m inside of you,” he murmurs, voice a little ragged, “the least you could do is include me.”
You’re right. I never do as I’m told. Try harder next time.“Make no mistake,” he growls, and he has the nerve to nuzzle her cheek as he says it—a threat wrapped in affection. “If you get yourself taken away from me, I will kill you. Do you understand?”
WAR HERO AND FORMER DEATH EATER SPOTTED ON ROMANTIC CHRISTMAS EXCURSION“Feels good, doesn’t it?” […]“Destroying things.”
“Yes,” she answers instantly.
And as he slants his mouth over hers, she forgets the taste of blood and the ache of the bruises beneath her chin. Forgets the past, if only for just a moment. Forgets to hate him.Diary,
Saint Potter has it out for me. I’m writing this so you’ll know who killed me when it eventually happens, yeah? Take notes.
"I just —" he forces out. "I don't know what fucking instinct that is, I — bleeding hell, you make me act fucking mad."

“You think, out of a room of hundreds, I'd choose you?"
"I'd choose you."
"Because, let me tell you, I fucking wou-" Draco's words stop as though he's been magically silenced.
"You what?" He asks quietly. Barely a murmur.”
“I like how alone you are,” she breathes, “because it means I don’t have to share you with anyone. I owe you to no one. You’re as alone as I am and you —you’re my secret…even though you’re not mine. Even though I sometimes wonder if you could be mine. Sometimes wish you were.
He and I are paint splattered all over the place and we’re staining everything and maybe we absolutely don’t go together, but to me — to me we’re a fucking Jackson Pollock.
When I feel the way I feel around the rest of them, I feel like a stain. Like I'm tainting everything else. I don't- I can't explain it properly. I just... with you, I can- I can feel as furious as I need to feel. You're so sullen and so mean that it doesn't feel like I'm ruining anything. It's already ruined.
And you, Hermione - you have the whole world at your feet.
This life is yours for the taking. Find what you want and take it for the both of us.
I’ll be rooting for you.
Draco.
Diary,
You don't know what it's like. To wake up and see her there.
But I do.
Draco.