Status Updates From Gray Sighted

“You could say anything of how you feel for me and it would cause my own personal sun to form inside my chest.”

“If your goal for the evening is to distract me from everything that we’re supposed to discuss then I hate to inform you, it’s only slightly working.”

Dead

“I have to admit, I didn’t think very highly of you that day in the hospital. When Draco went home.” Hermione said, the alcohol in her making her spill her thoughts. Narcissa hummed into a snort.
“And why the bloody hell not?” She asked with a laugh. “I’m a very likable person. I had more friends at Hogwarts than any of my sisters. Andie included!”

DEAD

“Trust me, there is something lighter about the way he walks these days. Thank Merlin too, he really could be such a moper.”

*snorts*

“Narcissa surprisingly turned to Hermione and asked if she was busy for the rest of the afternoon.
“Oh I’m not actually. Nothing going on..” She said.
“Would you like to continue drinking? I have to say I forgot how fun it can be to have a companion to get tipsy with during a nice day.”

Dead

“I assumed the time and attention I give you would be enough to convey my feelings for you. But if it’s not clear to you; yes, you are indisputably mine and I am unequivocally yours, Hermione.”

“Hermione entered the floo and shouted his address, hoping the answers would come to her once she stood in front of him.
They did not.”

Dead

“Did you have fun with Auntie Hermione?” She asked him and he nodded.
“And Draco!” He exclaimed happily.
Hermione froze in horror and her eyes went wide as she stared at her snitch of a godson.”

Dead

“Watch the seeker, James. And remember to tell daddy I was better.” She heard the faint conversation as she entered the room, seeing Draco sat on the ground with James in between his legs. They were watching the figurine set of two quidditch teams play, charmed to actually play.”

DEAD

“Stop eye fucking me when there’s children around.”

Dead

“Is this supposed to be you?” He asked, showing her the portrait of her James drew. She furrowed her brow.
“How in the hell could you tell?” She asked and Draco shrugged while fighting off a grin.
“The hair is spot on.”

*snorts*

“This is the bra that got me pregnant with James.” She explained and Hermione gagged.
“Okay now I really don’t want to wear it.” She said disgusted.
“Come on! You have to!” Ginny whined as Hermione stood.
“Absolutely not. I don’t want your baby-making bra.”

I’m dead

“Oh boo hoo, poor Hermione has to take care of a hot wizard all alone every day.””

Dead

“He—he’s cooking dinner for me tonight.”
“What!? You’re kidding. And you don’t think he’s interested? Pft. Auntie Mione is so blind, isn’t she James? Your godson said you’re a blind bimbo.”

*snorts*

“Don’t you want a shirt?” She uncomfortably asked, […].
“Didn’t feel like bothering with one. I run hot anyways.”
An understatement, she thought. Both literally and metaphorically. He probably meant it as both, cocky prat.”

Dead

Yes, it’s another Dramione. Sue me.

I feel weird reading something different while I’m holding on Perfectly in Pieces. I dunno, I don’t have an explanation.