Status Updates From In These Silent Days

Did I just read almost 1000 pages of fanfiction this weekend? Yes. Yes I did.

The pacing of this one is *chefs kiss*, truly a slow burn and there is a tiny Remain Nameless reference 🥲

A Ron and Luna pairing 😐😬😒 h8

I love a marriage law fic 😍 just one quick Dramione before I move on to a real book. Gotta take advantage of maternity leave while I still have it

… All she has to do is turn around and look her future in the face.

There will be a man on one knee, a question from his mouth, an alexandrite ring in his hand. Draco will offer her boundless loyalty, good days and bad, physical affection, intellectual stimulation, no small amount of frustration, companionship, and love for a lifetime.

Perhaps most importantly, he’ll offer himself.

She’ll accept.

“I love you.”

She’s seen Draco smile before, of course, but never like this. He’s smiling with his entire being; joy radiates from him and spurs Hermione to say what she’s planned to say.

"And I don't have flowers for you, but I do have this.” Disentangling herself from Draco, she..picks up the signed Marriage Dissolution Form. Holding it aloft, she takes her wand and confidently casts.

“Incendio.”

Hermione’s eyes fall onto the bouquet left by Draco in the hall.

Stargazer lilies.

The ache in her chest is unnecessary. Hermione doesn’t need the pang to tell her what she already knows, what she’s known for a while now.

“I miss you, too,” she whispers.

“I…I think we’re good together. Despite what you may have thought about my initial welcoming attitude, I did have doubts, too. But it’s not just the core magic, it’s…you. And I—”

He cuts off, looking embarrassed and frustrated that he can’t quite find the words…

“I’ll expect a new bouquet tomorrow, shall I?”

Red chrysanthemums await her the next day…


Love.


Loving the flowers❤️

“Have you already decided then?”

“Yes.”

“I see.”

“I’ve decided that I get a choice, too. Not the compatibility test, not the Ministry, I’m the one choosing.” Her lower lip wobbles and she buries her face in Draco’s chest. His arms automatically wind around her. “It isn’t magic that drew me to you, nor this forced situation. It’s you. Exactly as you are.”

Over his shoulder, she spots the latest bouquet in the foyer. A new message indicated with orange roses.

Hermione eagerly reciprocates this sentiment the second Draco arrives home from work that evening…

Desire and enthusiasm.