Dramione Quotes

“I’m going to take care of you. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. You don’t have to be lonely, because you’re mine.”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“Diary,
You don't know what it's like. To wake up and see her there.
But I do.
Draco”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“Hey Granger, tell your cat I said pspsps.”
― Brigitte Knightley, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“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.”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“His touch lingered probably too long. He wondered what to call this thing, this stealing of glances and touches and moments. The headlong giddiness impelled by the most platonic of hugs. The wanting to be near. He wasn’t foolish enough to call it love, and it was too delicate for lust, but it wasn’t nothing, either. It was Something.”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“That is for the person who told me she'd pick me out of a room of hundreds. If she ever decides to mean it.”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“Granger kept him guessing, dancing on the edge of the blade. He didn't think he would ever get tired of their game. He could do this forever, dance with her for eternity while the rest of the world turned to ash around them, and he would never be bored.”
― Emerald_Slytherin, Secrets and Masks

“She sat there for a long time, her hands in the earth behind her, her face to the sky, breathing relief.

Then she caught his eye and smiled at him.

The Great Wall of Quashing was obliterated.

Something vast and nameless swelled in his heart.

This witch was – this witch was – he hadn’t the words for it, but he was struck by it. It wanted to engulf him.

The sphere of light glowed, still. But it wasn’t in the Deluminator.

It was in him”
― isthisselfcare, Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love

“What’s the difference, really, between Malfoy and heroin? What are they but two shipwrecks, entangled by the same tide? How fucking poetic. 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.”
― Onyx_and_Elm, Breath Mints / Battle Scars

“Hermione painted for hours and hours, and she so enthralled in her artwork, so transfixed as she covered the once cream wall in vibrant shades of blue and jade, that she never felt a pair of curious grey eyes watching her from the doorway”
― Emerald_Slytherin, Secrets and Masks

“Don’t you die on me!” She panted with the first push on his chest. “Don’t you dare die on me Malfoy!” She pushed down harder, ignoring the blood that splashed up her arm and onto her face. “I swear to God, if you die on me -“ another compression, “- I will hunt you down -” she pressed down harder, and felt her arms start to burn and ache with her effort, “- I will tear through the gates of hell, just to find you and kill you myself!” She swore she felt the faintest thump of his heart under her hand. “Do you hear me?!” She did another compression, and felt a more definitive flutter against her palm. “You are not allowed to die!” She dug the heels of her hand in firmer, feeling a think bead of sweat trickle down her temple and jawline. “I forbid you from dying here!”
― Emerald_Slytherin, Secrets and Masks

“You’re like a rose in a graveyard.. I wonder what you could have turned into without the war.”
― SenLinYu, Manacled

“And as his eyes fell shut and his heart began to pound, he realised somewhere in the back of his mind that Hermione Granger kissed like nothing else mattered but him.

Not the war, or the blood, or the destruction-just him, like he'd hung the moon and painted the stars and he was her world and everything in between.”
― hepburnettes, Draconian

“We're an unlikely pair, Granger. But I'm glad I have you.

-Draco”
― AccioMjolnir, Until The Ink Runs Dry

“Dear mother,

Here, with her, every day is strawberry jam day.

All my love,

Draco”
― rubber_soul02, Soft As It Began

“Love, Hermione thinks, feels an awful lot like loss.

It’s this sharp, unimaginable thing that you can’t quite pin down with words or understand until you’ve felt it.

It’s a pulsing, a throbbing; aggressive and unignorable.

Like a light turning on in the distance, glowing quietly at first and then growing brighter, louder, before your eyes.

Blinding at first, all-consuming, and then soft as it began.”
― rubber_soul02, Soft As It Began

“You're a fucking dream, do you know that?”
― LovesBitca8, The Auction

“In a war like this-everything's blurred. There are people who do all the wrong things for all the right reasons.”
― hepburnettes, Draconian

“Grief doesn’t pass away, Hermione,’ she’d said, climbing into my little cupboard where I’d locked myself in to cry. ‘Grief’s time and place is forever. It grows with you. Changes with you. It is all the unexpressed love we were unable to give while our loved one was alive. It’s okay to be sad. To cry.”
― ladymidnight87, The Fear of Letting Go

“A tear slips out and he catches it with his thumb. ‘What if I don’t like who I find?’

‘Then that’s not the real you.”
― ladymidnight87, The Fear of Letting Go

“All I do is want you and wait for you to be taken from me,’ he says, eyes blazing silver fire above me. ‘All I do is fight and fear and wait and fucking yearn. I’m drowning,’ he rasps, eyes beginning to water, and my own eyes blur with unshed tears. ‘I’m scrambling for shore, for air, and the only place I seem to be able to get it is from you. But the dagger’s gone, and I don’t know where to look, or who to ask, or what to do to save you from this.”
― ladymidnight87, The Fear of Letting Go

“I offer it to him.

I offer him myself.

All of me. Every facet. Every broken, scarred, desperate-to-be-loved-but-too-afraid-to-let-him part of me.

I give him it.”
― ladymidnight87, The Fear of Letting Go

“I love you too much. It's reckless.”
― ladymidnight87, The Fear of Letting Go

“You’re my universe,’ he cuts in, twirls and fists a lock of my hair, wraps it round his wrist, drags a breath in. ‘And I’m a fucking supernova waiting to explode when you wake up and realise that I’m not worth it, that I’m to blame, and you leave—’

‘You’re not a supernova,’ I whisper, hovering my lips over his, staring into his eyes. ‘You’re a fucking sun.”
― ladymidnight87, The Fear of Letting Go

“He clears his throat and hugs the puppy closer, looks at me with clear, awed eyes. ‘How do you keep doing that?’

‘What?’

‘Sewing up wounds I didn’t even know were still bleeding?”
― ladymidnight87, The Fear of Letting Go

“Have you read MK Arrowood's Garnet series? They're my favourite books. Though I've become really fond of this work-in-progress called "The Collected Letters from Hermione Granger." It's all I have to read. I have sections memorized.”
― AccioMjolnir, Until The Ink Runs Dry

“Yours,

Draco

P.S. I love that you signed the letter like that. I stared at it for ages. Hours? Days? Who knows. But the whole time I had a smile on my face. I mean it when I sign mine that way, too.”
― AccioMjolnir, Until The Ink Runs Dry