The Truth Will Out

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I Hate it Here

Draco Lucius Malfoy

29 January, 2003

Generally speaking, Draco Malfoy considered himself a fairly relaxed person. Despite his childhood tendencies, there were few things that could evoke any real emotion from him. Embarrassment, pride, anxiety, nervousness—he had grown out of them all.

His therapist—the one he and every other Auror employed by the American Ministry were required to meet with twice a month—might call it a trauma response. Some nonsense about an abusive father, daily torture by a madman who had lived in his house, and the fact that he had forced himself to cut ties with everyone who had ever cared for him. But Draco liked to think of it as maturity.

He had, one might say, a unique aptitude for self-control.

And it wasn’t a bad thing. Draco’s penchant for occluding or self-isolation made him incredibly efficient at his job. He was quick in the field, ruthless in an interrogation room, and his time as a death eater had given him a unique gift for stealth.

He had killed before. Several times, if he was honest. But it had been in the line of duty, as an Auror, not as a soldier in a vigilante group of blood supremacists. When the life of an innocent civilian was at risk or a duel turned deadly, Draco was the one they called. He had never once failed to prevent a casualty when tasked to do so.

They also sent him on the riskier missions. With few friends and only one living family member, Draco was more… expendable than most. He had lived undercover in a vampire colony for nearly six months in 2000, and when a Muggle mafia bust went awry in 2002, he had taken several bullets to the chest and still managed to put every one of them down.

In essence, he had a reputation. He was good at his job because he was able to handle any potential conflict on the field without fear.

But it would seem all that was really a load of shit, because the moment he heard her name, all of his ‘fearlessness’ disappeared.

When Draco woke that morning, he believed he had time. He knew it would happen eventually, but he’d had every intention of prolonging the inevitable for as long as possible. And for most of the day, he had believed he was in the clear.

Robards had given him the grand tour of the facilities, a rundown of their active casework, and a detailed presentation of his new duties—everything had gone perfectly.

Until the man clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Malfoy, I do believe you’re going to fit in nicely here. You’ve got the talent, the attitude, and I couldn’t be more confident leaving this department in your hands."

Draco fought against every instinct to keep his expression neutral, unwilling to show how much the words affected him. “Thank you, sir. I’m honoured for the opportunity to prove myself.”

“You’ll do great. Now, the only thing left is the bureaucratic stuff, I’m afraid. I’ve got you all sorted here, but you’ll need to head upstairs to International Magical Relations to finalise the rest.”

“Pardon?” Draco was certain his heart had stopped beating. “I have to…”

"I know, I know. Bloody annoying. But since you’re coming from overseas, Hermione’s got to oversee it all and check you in. Shouldn’t take too long."

His stomach lurched. "Hermione—" He nearly choked, his head shaking involuntarily. "Er, are you sure? Couldn’t I—"

Robards laughed, utterly unbothered by his reaction. “Potter. Or Granger, I suppose you’d know her as. They got hitched after you left. I don’t know if that made the papers where you were. She’s the head of the department now, anyway. Come on, don’t be a wuss. You can handle it. She’s really not that scary.”

Draco didn’t bother correcting him on any of that. His chest felt tight at the thought. Potter. Hermione was a Potter.

Of course, he knew—how could anyone not? Harry Potter’s wedding to the Golden Girl had been splashed across front pages worldwide. For months, he’d not been able to buy a cup of tea without being bombarded by congratulatory headlines.

Of course, he knew she was married. He also knew she’d been promoted—three years ago.

Still, hearing it aloud, like that, in conversation, felt like a knife twisting in his ribs.

"Right," he answered, forcing out a dry laugh. It didn’t feel funny. "Upstairs, you said?"

"Level fourteen," Robards confirmed with a nod.

Brilliant.

Draco cringed, racking his brain for any excuse to avoid going—but he turned up empty. The only thing left to do was listen. Listen and go upstairs.

~*~*~*~*~

Draco made it to the Department of International Magical Relations within eight minutes of leaving Robards’s office.

It was dreadful.

He had lived in England his whole life, had been to the Ministry more times than he could count—tagging along with his father for ‘lessons,’ standing trial as an adult, and on a handful of other occasions best left forgotten. But in all of his twenty-three years, never once had he taken a lift that felt so painfully empty. They’d always been filled to the brim, hardly room to breathe, and every ride had taken ages. But today, he’d been the only rider. Not a single companion to delay his arrival. It was as if the entire Ministry had conspired to make his procrastination impossible.

When he finally reached the department’s entrance, he exhaled in relief. The space was massive—rows upon rows of cubicles, desks stretching out across the entire floor. A maze of parchment piles, enchanted memos fluttering like restless birds between stations. The sheer scale of it was perfectly overwhelming. Draco had no idea where to start searching for his office, which meant he’d be able to waste ages searching for it.

For a few moments, he wondered how on earth Hermione had managed to become head of such a department at their age. Then he remembered who he was thinking about. Of course, Hermione had managed it. Only she was brilliant enough to achieve something so improbable.

Draco moved forward, deliberately slow, weaving between desks with an air of idle curiosity—though it was more a stalling tactic than anything else. Half of the workstations appeared empty, the other half full. He wondered if that meant their breaks were on some sort of schedule, or if there they were all off doing important things across the world.

Hermione had always wanted to travel the world.

They had talked about it—late at night in the castle, when the world had felt much smaller and their future far more tangible. She had this brilliant, though utterly wild idea of selecting a language or dialect at random and allowing that to determine where they would go. She wanted to spend a few months or years on every continent.

Draco had always been fairly certain her dream was born of envy for him. His parents had required fluency in at seven different languages growing up. And he’d taken a certain pride out of flaunting such knowledge over the course of their travels together years ago. Hermione, for all her attempts at subtlety, had made it no secret to him how annoying she found his knowledge. To Draco’s amusement she’d always insisted they could only travel places where neither of them (read: Draco) spoke the native tongue.

As he meandered through the room, eventually Draco came upon an enormous map of the world. It had to have been at least eight metres long, and it was plastered across a significant portion of the wall. He stopped for a moment, examining it, and Draco couldn’t help but wonder if Hermione had ever managed to make that dream a reality.

Then, abruptly, he stopped in his tracks.

His fingers dragged across his face as he exhaled sharply.

Are you fucking joking? His mind reprimanded him.

Five minutes. You’ve been on the same level as her for five minutes, and you’re already losing your bloody mind.

You sound like a stalker.

She asked for space. Told you to leave. And you didn’t listen. You’ve come back when she never asked you to. You cannot do this.

Draco shut his eyes for a second, fists clenching at his sides as he took a slow, measured breath. He needed to get a grip. He needed to get control.

Because if he didn’t, this entire thing was going to go up in flames.

And it couldn’t.

It really, really couldn’t.

“Focus,” he muttered under his breath, opening his eyes.

Draco thanked Merlin no one was around to have seen moment of lunacy. Before he gave anyone the chance then to notice him, he forced his feet to move again, pushing forward. This time with determination.

There was no turning back now.

Draco followed the rows of desks down the hall until he finally found one occupied. A man sat hunched over a book, rifling through the pages with absent curiosity. Draco glanced down at the nameplate on the desk.

“Er, Quinn?”

The man in question looked up, his brow furrowing as he took in Draco’s presence. “Yeah, that’s me. And you are?”

A few years ago, the idea of walking into an office in the ministry and not already being known by name would have been shocking to him. Before the war, the Malfoy name had carried weight. His father had ensured their gold lined the pockets of nearly every department head in the building. Their family was notorious for securing the proper pureblood agenda. After the war, it was for their trials. Whether by his father’s reputation or the humiliating spectacle of his downfall, for years he’d only imagined everyone would still be wary of them.

Now, Draco found a strange comfort in hoping his face no longer seemed to carry the same level of infamy.

Offering a tight—but not entirely disingenuous—smile, he answered, “Draco Malfoy.”

“Oh!” The wizard’s book slipped from his grasp, landing with an awkward thump against the desk. Draco fought back a cringe. “You’re here to see Her—uh, I mean, Ms. Potter. She said you’d be coming by.”

“Did she?” Draco hadn’t meant to ask, but his traitorous mouth seemed to be moving on its own accord.

“Yeah, she’s out for lunch right now with Mr. Zabini. She told me to let her know when you arrived, but, er, I don’t actually know where they went. I think it changes every time.”

“Really?” This time Draco’s question had been a little more conscious, though he still wasn’t sure how to process the information he’d been given.

Hermione had known he was coming.

But what did that mean? Was she angry? Anxious? Apathetic? Merlin, he would take anything over indifference, but maybe that was better?

He hadn’t even known they were meeting today until Robards had told him. But Hermione had known. Had she needed to prepare? Of course, she needed to prepare—this was literally her job. Yes, but prepare to see him?

Draco thought he might’ve preferred some time to prepare. He really had no idea what to expect when they were in the same room again.

“You’re welcome to take a seat if you’d like, Mr. Malfoy.” Quinn gestured towards a small waiting area, where four mismatched chairs were arranged in a corner. “She’s usually not long.”

“Thanks.”

Draco walked towards the chairs, fully intending to sit and wait. But the moment his robes touched the seat, his body rejected the idea entirely—his muscles tensed, and he found himself back on his feet in an instant.

Sit still. He needed to sit still. But he couldn’t. That would make this worse. That would make him worse.

His foot tapped restlessly against the floor. His fingers raked through his hair—he hadn’t brushed it since this morning. A part of him thought that was logical, wasn’t it? It had been a long day. And yet, another part of him, the part trained in decades of pristine Malfoy presentation, cursed himself for looking unprofessional. What would Hermione think of him?

Likely nothing, seeing as she’s married.

Right.

Yes.

Obviously.

Draco’s teeth sank into the inside of his cheek anxiously. His hand ran through his hair again—maybe he had time to fix it if he just—No. Don’t be daft.

Right.

Yes.

How much time had passed since he left Robards? An hour? Salazar it felt like an hour.

He glanced at the clock on the wall.

Fourteen minutes.

Fuuuuuuuck.

Draco exhaled sharply, forcing himself into motion. Pacing helped. Or at least, it was supposed to. He needed to get a grip.

He started moving down the length of the space, his steps sharp and his fingers twitching restlessly at his side.

“Stronzo. Deficiente. Stupido idiota.” He tried to focus, the words hissing out of him, fast and low. He knew no one would be able to understand—that was the point. A Malfoy would never, under any circumstance, admit to their own shortcoming, his father had drilled into him. Malfoys do not apologize or accommodate. For the most part, Draco complied with those guidelines. At least, in English he did. Other languages were a different story as long as no one around him could speak them.

After a while, he wasn’t sure if this was actually helping, but Doctor Harris had said to distract himself when he started spiralling. Italian was supposed to be distracting, wasn’t it? And reprimanding himself gave him a sense of control. “Sei bravo. Ricordi cosa ha detto il dottor Harris? Andare avanti. Lei è andata avanti. Sei andato avanti. È dannatamente patetico se non l'hai fatto. Sei una triste scusa per un uomo, Draco Malfoy. Puoi farlo. Puoi parlare con lei.”

The more Draco walked, the more his mind raced, and he couldn’t help cursing his unpreparedness. More bled from him, each word growing sharper. “Avrei dovuto pensarci prima. Che cazzo ti aspettavi? Imbecille.”

Yeah, it’s not fucking working.

“Malfoy?”

Draco froze. Entirely cut off. His breath hitched and, for a horrifying second, he was fairly sure he’d stopped breathing altogether. This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he hoped to Merlin that she wouldn’t be there. That that wouldn’t be her. Maybe, if he didn’t look, she would simply vanish. But when he turned, his stomach plummeted.

Shit. Merlin failed.

“Yeah?” The word barely escaped, rasping out before he remembered to inhale again.

“Are you… alright?” Her voice sent a jolt through him and Draco’s mind practically melted, scattering every rational thought. Hermione Granger stood in front of him. After nearly six years, there she was, real, solid, and his heart stopped.

She was beautiful.

She had always been beautiful. Draco had known it since the very first time she spoke to him on the Hogwarts Express. At the time he’d been too trapped by his father’s teachings to admit it aloud, but now…

Now it was different.

Hermione was dressed in a crisp white oxford, its sleeves rolled to her elbows, paired with loose, expertly tailored trousers and a dark blue cardigan. The look was effortless. Professional. As though this was her real job—which, obviously he knew it was her job. But half the time Draco had woken over the last five years and worn his auror robes to work only to feel like an imposter. Like he was standing in until someone else—someone better would come and take his place.

Looking at Hermione, Draco doubted she’d ever felt such a way. She appeared an absolute natural, just as he’d always imagined she would be.

She was still the same Hermione. He could see it plainly in the little things, like how she’d used her wand to knot her hair above her, like she always had at school. Only now she was almost, more.

Older. More mature. More feminine.

More bewitching in every way possible.

Draco felt as though he’d lost the ability to function entirely as he stared blankly at her, cataloguing each detail into his mind. It was only when she spoke again that Draco’s sensibilities returned to him, and he was jerked back into the present.

“Were you just talking to yourself?” Hermione asked, a slight frown forming between her brows.

“What—I—no.” He scoffed half-heartedly. “No, of course not.”

“You were.” She insisted, and if he wasn’t mistaken there was almost a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Draco thought he might die on the spot, though not from embarrassment, but something dangerously close to hope. She wasn’t glaring. Hermione looked nearly as though she might, potentially, no longer despise his existence.

“Don’t be ridiculous. No, I wasn’t.” He answered again. Draco didn’t know why he was lying—obviously, he’d been speaking to himself—but when Hermione’s lips tilted upwards and into a smirk, he was glad he had.

“Right,” she said, shaking her head before turning away. Then, with a casual wave of her hand, she gestured for him to follow. “Well, come on then.”

Draco’s stomach flipped and he did so immediately.

~*~*~*~*~

Hermione brought him to an office.

Her office, he imagined.

It certainly looked like an office she would create. Shelves wrapped around most of the walls, each one filled to the edges in books. He glanced through them as they walked. Draco had to squint his eyes, as he attempted to read the titles. He recognized a few from his own collection.

“How do you sort them?” The question was passed his lips before Draco had even realised he wanted to know.

For a brief moment, he cursed himself for even thinking something so intrusive. He was terrified that she had merely forgotten that this was all some slip of her mind, and at any second she would remember who he was—he’d done and have him removed from the building entirely.

But she didn’t. Instead, Hermione took her seat behind the large oak desk and glanced fondly at the shelves.

“Newts.” She said, and Draco tilted his head.

“The exams?”

Hermione smiled and Draco’s heart skipped a beat when her teeth showed. “Categorized the shelves by them. Runes, defence, charms and the like. I mean, I’m not so obsessive as I was, anymore, really.” She let out a breath, “Obviously, it’s been years. I have grown up and processed our graduation from school, you know.”

He knew that she appeared to be joking. However, something in Draco pinched at her words and he was unsure whether she was trying to send him a message.

“I never said you hadn’t.” He defended weakly.

Draco understood. Message received. He knew the two of them were over—had been over. Besides the fact that he respected her marriage and would never have dreamed of wanting to make her uncomfortable in it, the words of her letter were engraved in his memory forever. With or without her reminder, Draco knew her feelings quite clearly.

“Herm—Gran… Ms. Potter.” He sighed, not knowing what he was supposed to call her now.

Draco swallowed, straightening his shoulders and attempting to prepare himself. He knew he would only have one opportunity to say this—to get it right. He’d known he would have to from the morning he woke to his mother’s letter all those months ago.

He could do this. “I wanted to say something, if you’ll allow me, before we begin?” Hermione nodded at him. “I want you to know that I’m sorry. For everything. If I could go back in time and undo it—if I could go back in time and stop it, I would. I would, a thousand times. I—I would stop it sooner, and—and I would tell myself not to fail.”

His hand was shaking again at his side and Draco forced himself to take a breath. “But I can’t. And I know that this means nothing. It erases nothing and it solves absolutely nothing. But believe me when I say, Her—Hermione,” His voice broke slightly on her name. “That I know. And after so many years of failings, I understand that a single apology from me cannot truly make a difference in what I’ve done. But—but I’m here now, and I have to be.” He forced his voice to remained steady, his fist balling at his sides as he thought of his mother. This had to work. He had to stay. He couldn’t leave again. He’d promised to be here, and he refused to break his word to his mother. It was the only thing left that he could give her.

“And I swear,” Draco’s voice was quieter as he met her gaze, “That I will do everything in my power to show you that I’m different. That I will be different, and I won’t ruin this. I want this job. I want to be in London. But I know that I will have to prove myself if our departments are to work together effectively and efficiently. And I will.”

When he finally fell silent, the air flowing out of his lungs, he hoped she would not immediately throw him out.

She did not. Instead, she looked alarmingly endeared by him and nodded.

“Er—thank you, Draco,” she said, her voice soft. Then, after a pause, she frowned slightly. “May I call you Draco?”

He nodded, a slightly confused.

“Right. Thank you. That was… incredibly gracious of you. And kind. I appreciate it. I want to have a good professional relationship as well. John and I worked well together these last few years so, I really welcome the opportunity to continue that.” She looked down, contemplating for a moment.

“And everything else,” Hermione looked up at him, sighing with a thin smile. “Can we agree to water under the bridge? Let bygones be bygones and all that? It was a long time ago, and honestly,” She laughed almost nervously. “I really don’t have the time or energy in my life to still be holding on to stuff like that.”

Draco was too stunned to speak.

His mouth had nearly fallen open as she talked, but on her last note it slammed shut. Of course, he told himself, because five bloody years have passed and like a healthy adult she’s completely moved on. He would be lying if he said he didn’t feel like a complete tool.

“Of course,” Draco said when he realised she was waiting for an answer. “Water under the bridge.”

And under my heart.

And soul—literally.

Are there bridges that can span an entire ocean?

Hermione grinned, seeming to let out a sigh as she did so.

Draco fought the urge to grimace. Why was she being so casual? Why was she so relaxed about all this? For how long had she felt this way?

“Brilliant. Because honestly, we do have so much to get through.”

Yes, brilliant indeed. For a brief moment, he contemplated how much she would judge him were Draco to slam his head on her desk a few times. Here he was, having just barred his soul to her, apologizing for ruining their lives and the only girl he had ever loved called it…water under the bridge.

Apparently oblivious to Draco’s humiliation, Hermione opened one of the drawers on the other side of her desk and pulled out a large stack of parchment.

“Alright. So, first, I’ve your health and medical records…” But she broke off as a knock echoed from the door to her office.

Draco watched as she waved her wand, the door swinging open to reveal the same wizard from earlier.

“Hi, Asher,” Hermione greeted him, her voice warm and familiar in a way she hadn’t been with Draco.

“Hi, Ms Potter,” the man—Asher—murmured, his eyes darting between Draco and his boss.

Hermione seemed to wait a minute expectantly, but when he didn’t reveal his purpose, she spoke, “What can I help you with?”

“Er, well, I’ve just got off the phone. You know? The telly-phone one you gave me?”

“Yes, I know what a phone is.” She smiled faintly. “Who called?”

“St. Phillips—

“What?” Hermione asked sharply and Draco’s eyes snapped back to her. She was sitting up much straighter than she had before and there was a newfound concern in her brown eyes. “What did they need?”

Asher hesitated, walking closer and shutting the door behind him. “Well, it would seem that Scorpius has caught some sort of stomach flu. The healer says he’s been retching all afternoon.”

Draco stilled, hardly hearing as Hermione gasped out, “Oh godric,”

He was too busy sitting. Frozen. His mind locked on that word Asher had said. Did he just—No. He had to have misheard. There was no way, right? He couldn’t have said—

“Is he okay? Does he need to be picked up?” Hermione and Asher continued speaking and Draco noticed her expression shift rapidly in worry.

“That’s what the healer was calling to recommend.”

“Right.” She nodded; Draco could see her gnawing at her bottom lip. “Of course. Of course. That makes sense.” Hermione froze for a moment, her eyes bouncing between Draco and the papers in front of him. “Do you know if there’s any way Harry’s—”

“I already checked. He’s on Patrol in Manchester for the afternoon.”

“Shit.” She cursed, her eyes falling back on Draco as she wiped a palm over her chin.

He was still staring at her, his mind racing far too fast. He had to have heard wrong. He must’ve. There was no way… But Draco didn’t think he had.

“Right. Yes. Um, Malfoy?” Hermione exhaled sharply, reaching behind her desk and seeming to grab a large leather bag from somewhere. “I’m so sorry, this never happens, but I—I really have to go. Would you mind coming back tomorrow? Or I could—” He watched as she pulled open a drawer, tossing a handful of papers into the bag along with her wand and what looked like a set of keys. Then she glanced towards her assistant. “Do you think…could Blaise maybe—”

“I can come back.” Draco cut in quickly, seizing the opportunity to get out of that room.

Hermione looked guilty, and Draco wasn’t sure what to make of it. He wasn’t sure what to make of anything anymore. His mind was still going back to…

He should have felt relief. He should have been glad that their little reunion was being cut short. In fact, he couldn’t have asked for a better moment to walk away.

And yet…that name.

“Thank you.” Hermione sighed, shouldering the bag and making her way around the desk. She barely paused as she reached for a navy-blue coat hanging near the door, shoving her arms through the sleeves while still talking. Distantly, Draco noticed it matched perfectly with her sweater. “I’m so sorry. I swear this doesn’t ever happen—I normally would walk you out and everything, but I need to leave. Asher will show you the way.”

And then, before Draco could fully register what was happening, she was gone, the click of her heels fading down the corridor.

He blinked, realising that he was now standing alone in her office, her assistant the only other presence in the room.

~*~*~*~*~

Draco left the ministry of magic around half-past four. After leaving Hermione’s office he’d gone back downstairs and found a number of missives and charts on his new desk. He’d stayed to study and review each of them for a while, but eventually, Robards told him to leave.

Then he hadn’t known what to do with himself.

Normally, on a Wednesday after finishing a shift early, Draco would have asked one of the fellow aurors in his unit to go for a drink. They were all fairly familiar with one another, having spent so much time together over the years. And though he would never have admitted it openly—he never would have lived it down—he considered several of them to be fairly decent mates.

So much so that he’d not entirely minded when two of them—on separate occasions—forced him to participate in their wedding parties. They were bizarre, the people he worked with over there. They had an unusual affinity for inviting people into their home without prompt. Draco thought it would do all of them good to carry far more suspicion around in their pockets.

But as he stared into the wall of his office, Draco was reminded he didn’t have that here. Tyler and Koa—his partners for the last four years—were both across the Atlantic at lunch, likely phoning their wives, Draco thought bitterly.

No matter. It was fine. Draco packed up the satchel he’d brought with him and grabbed his coat. He needed to go shopping anyway. Finding the nearest muggle mart for crisps would give him something to do.

Three hours later, Draco was sitting on the sofa in his flat. It was brand new—the sofa, not the building. Draco was fairly certain the man who let it to him had said the building was practically ancient. But the sofa was new. A gift from his mother. As Draco’s eyes trailed around the large room, he noticed that the majority of his furniture had, in fact, also been gifted from his mother. He sighed loudly to himself.

He missed his home in New York. It had been smaller, warmer. He’d bought the first place he’d seen when he moved because it had a small library that reminded him of Hermione.

Draco hadn’t decorated that flat either.

He’d purchased a bed, kitchen utensils, and a table. He then filled the built-in wardrobe with the clothing and necessities he’d brought from England and that was it. He’d lived like that for nearly six months. Then, one night, he’d gotten roaring drunk at a pub after work, and Koa and Tyler had been forced to bring him home. He honestly couldn’t remember much that happened that night. He knew he’d been emotional—Dr Harris would be dramatic and call him depressed—and he’d apparently dumped nearly all of his life’s story on them.

The two wizards evidently had taken pity or found him pathetic when they arrived at their own homes. The next morning, he woke to a banging in his sitting room and Draco had come out to find Koa’s small but terrifying fiancé Malia assembling some sort of furniture on his floor. When Draco had opened his mouth to ask what the bloody fuck she thought she was doing, Koa himself appeared from his kitchen and made a universal sign for ‘shut up, or else.’

An hour later, Tyler had arrived with his too-cheerful girlfriend, Ellie. By that point, Draco had simply accepted that he was everyone’s charity case, and by the end of the weekend, his empty flat had been filled with colours, fabrics, books, and smells along with a large assortment of furniture.

Draco had absolutely refused to thank the two men—it was their bloody faults for budding into someone else’s life without invitation. He owed them nothing. But he did arrange for both the women in their lives to receive a large bouquet of flowers and an all-expenses-paid trip to a women’s spa. In hindsight, he now understood that 7,000 dollars in gifts was probably excessive for their two days of labour, but at the time he’d still been learning exchange rates and all that.

Plus, they’d made his flat feel like Hermione’s. Or—a home she would’ve built, even if she never got to step foot inside.

Now he was in London, where the walls were too white, the weather too dull, Hermione too close by, his seat too stiff, and Draco—Draco was too lonely.

“Well, aren’t you fucking sunshine.” He sighed to himself.

He needed to get up, he decided. He had to do something or read something. Because his mother’s awful couch was making him miserable.

Draco stood, walking over to the pile of boxes he’d laid in the corner of the room and picked one. He hoped that perhaps there might be a chance of something new among his belongings which he’d not already read. But after flipping through the first pile, he knew there wasn’t.

Resigned to another evening of melancholy and contemplation, he walked towards the kitchen. The least he could do was eat something, he thought. That was, until he heard his floo alarm ring from the other room.

Draco jolted upright, instinctively pulling his wand from his pocket as he moved. He’d only granted access to a handful of people—most of whom he hadn’t even told where to find him yet.

“DRACO!”

His name was bellowed just as he turned the corner. Draco was more than a little surprised to find Theodore Nott stood in the middle of his parlour, looking positively livid.

Draco eyed him warily, not lowering his wand just yet. “Uh… everything alright, mate?” He asked hesitantly.

Theo stormed out of the fireplace, his expression dark. “Tell me you have Ogden’s.”

Draco blinked. “What?”

“Firewhiskey, Draco. Tell me you have Firewhiskey.”

Draco barely had time to process the demand before Theo was already heading toward the kitchen. The cupboards were abruptly rattling as the wizard flung them open, scanning their contents at a furious pace. Finding nothing, Draco watched him slam each one shut before moving onto the next.

“Whoa—Theo, hold on. What the hell is going on?” Draco attempted to intercept him before he could tear the whole room apart. Theo hesitated for a fraction of a second, just long enough to allow Draco the opportunity to wave his wand. A bottle soared in from the other room, landing neatly in Theo’s outstretched hand.

Theo wasted no time reading the label. He twisted the top off in one swift motion and took a deep swig straight from the stem. “What’s going on,” he muttered between gulps, stalking to the other side of the kitchen, “is that I am one fucking move away from murdering my boyfriend.”

“Naturally.” Draco nodded, casually plucking the bottle from Theo’s grip before taking a sip himself. He hadn’t planned on drinking tonight, but now that the opportunity had presented itself, he wasn’t exactly opposed.

Theo jabbed a finger at him. “Right. And since you finally decided to grow some fucking brains and move back here, as my best friend, you are legally required to make my problems your problems. And I. Have. A. Fucking. Problem.”

Draco didn’t argue. Years of living under his father’s thumb—and months under his aunt’s—had taught him that when someone appeared on the verge of madness, sometimes it was best to just let them go off. He merely offered a nonchalant shrug and took another swig of the Firewhiskey. “Right. Yeah. Definitely. But help me out here—because I’m slow. Why is it, exactly, that you want to kill Blaise?”

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Ahhh chapter four is here!! I'm not going to lie, I was so excited to write this one because of everyone's enthusiasm for the last ones. I started working on it basically immediately which was just so much fun!!! Thank you so much to everyone who's here and who's reading, i rlly hope you like this one!!
my thoughts on the chapter (if you're interested):
1) timeline...this one happens basically directly after chapter 3, i was advised that dates would be really helpful for this story, so i've added them! please let me know if you see anything else u think i should fix. i'm all ears.
2) Draco, guys, man has issuessss and i'm loving it. He's just a little traumatized king. there's nothing wrong with that!!!
3) So many of u pointed out somethings to me in the comments that you may or may not notice mentioned here above........i continue to hold my stance on 'no comment' but if you notice them, or have ideas, or anything...lmk.
4) Hermione. Guys. Draco's speech. YOu know he had to give one. and you know Hermione was just like "um....i'm not sure it's that serious. ur fine. chill." meanwhile draco's dying inside 🥰 ugh. lmk ur thoughts on it lolol, i'm curious if i did and ok job lol.
ok i don't want to make this too long, so just thank you so much for reading!! I really hope you liked it! and if ur up for it, let me know what u think in the comments, i'd love to know/chat haha.

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izzythamizzy on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 05:52PM UTC

Beautiful!!! I love how its progressing this far. So engaging too

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Sun 23 Feb 2025 01:30AM UTC
  
  Thank you so much! I'm really glad you like it 🤍🤍
  
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scaredofrobots on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 06:19PM UTC

Squeeee!!
I can’t wait to see how it develops and what happens when she starts to get those memories back

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:47PM UTC
  
  Thank you so much!!! I'm so glad you like it ❤️
  
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Knowhale on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 06:20PM UTC

Ran to read chapter 4 as soon as I got the notification. Loving this!!!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:49PM UTC
  
  yaaaaay!! thank you so much for reading!!!
  
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jennyblanch on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 06:40PM UTC

So excited to read more!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:49PM UTC
  
  thank you!! ❤️
  
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Skycrow on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 07:07PM UTC

OMG I'm so hooked. SO HOOKED. I don't usually read WIPs because I can't deal with the suspense. But I can't regret starting this! Can't wait for the next one! And I'm guessing the little something that people commented on was the name Scorpius? I didn't read the prior comments. But that's gotta be some prior conversation that H and D had before the memory wipe about naming their kid Scorpius and when she had the baby she must have remembered SOMETHING about that name that she loved, that she wanted to name her first child Scorpius. And Harry didn't know to wipe that from her memory. I know it's too early in the story but I NEED Draco to confront Hermione about their relationship, I LOVE the miscommunication trope and the wait is painful, but it's like a GOOD hurt if that makes sense. Can't wait for the next chapter!!!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Wed 26 Mar 2025 01:27AM UTC
  
  LOL, thank you so much!! I'm so glad u gave it a chance and liked it! 🥰
  lowkey, I can't entirely remember what they were all commenting, but i definitely think it was the name (Scorpius)lol. I have plans for that piece in particular. but I can assure you that I can give absolutely no comment on your prediction and whether or not it may or may not be accurate lol ("don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious") 🫣🤭
  And I raise you this question, while Draco could of course just demand answers from Hermione from the beginning or tell her that her entire marriage/life is a lie, wouldn't it be so much more fun if he didn't, and was thus tortured endlessly by not understanding and instead thinking she'd callously moved on from their relationship and found happiness with his least favourite person in the world out of spite?
  I mean, just imagine with me for a moment the potential for ruining Draco's life if (for example), was feeling petty or jealous and wanted to flaunt the fact that HE got to put a ring on it at their office.......it just doesn't work if Draco starts putting dots together too quickly 😏😈
  lolol, sorry, I get excited about this story :)
  thank you so much for reading!!
  
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Kimmermav on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 07:25PM UTC

I started this fic this morning and was so stoked that when I finished reading Ch 3 I was surprised with an update immediately—and now it's going to kill me to wait for the next.
The fact that Blaise's BF is THEO! I do love it, but I also wonder how Hermione hadn't been confronted by either wizard about her past with Draco, unless they didn't know they were together?

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Wed 26 Mar 2025 01:17AM UTC
  
  omg i'm so glad that worked out lol, it's perfect!!
  IK! THE CONNECTIONS 😏 between her and draco are already forming!! Okay, so my idea had been that neither Blaise nor Theo knew about their relationship. Like when Hermione and Draco said they were secretly dating, they REALLY were doing it in complete secret (oops, pun intended 🫣). So neither of them would have known or even had any issue with the way her life is turning out. (which i hope will obviously probably maybe lead to some wonderful drama or miscommunication in the future lolol)
  thank you for reading!!
  
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Sundowning on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 07:53PM UTC

Maybe one day she brings scorpius a sweet treat and Draco sees it because it’s also his favorite 🤩

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:48PM UTC
  
  perhapsssss....😏🤭🫣
  i love it.
  Thank you so much for reading!!
  
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Hyzen_thlay on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 08:02PM UTC

Ahhhhh. Poor Draco. All sad and twisty.

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:48PM UTC
  
  i feel like that's his best form....sad and twisty 😂
  thank you so much for reading!!
  
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jacqdete01 on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 08:36PM UTC

I'm loving this! Usually I wait for WIPs to finish before reading, but I saw a new chapter posted and I couldn't resist. Anxiously waiting for the next chapter. :)

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:49PM UTC
  
  Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you like it! And I hope you like it as it develops more 😊❤️
  
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theonlyshow on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 08:51PM UTC

Just binged to catch up and I love this premise! I’m not typically a Harmony fan, but watching some Harry bashing (as opposed to a typical Ron bashing) sounds great. Also, I LOVE that Narcissa knows that Scorpius is Draco’s. I LOVE that Draco caught on to Scorpius’ name! And I LOVED the speech—you struck a perfect chord. It was like, vague enough for Hermione to interpret his apology for just Draco being an ass when he was younger, and he was perfectly awkward. I cannot wait for Draco to realize she doesn’t remember!!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:02PM UTC
  
  Yaay!! I'm so glad you like it!!
  Also, I promise, Harry bashing will DEFINITELY occur. Also yess, we've got to have a plotting narcissa 🤩. And thank you on the speech. I was nervous about that one tbh. But I'm glad it worked out. That it was like reasonably vague on his part (not wanting to bring up gory details from the war), that he could see it as a sincere apology for stuff and hermione would just think, as you said, that he's sorry for being an ass as a child.
  i love an awkward Draco. I think awkward Draco around Hermione is the best lolol!!
  Thank you so much for reading!! ❤️
  
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Goldenbucky on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 09:28PM UTC

Loveeee love love the update! Poor Draco. 😭 he’s absolutely spiraling and I love how he caught Scorpius name. I can’t wait to see what happens.

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:50PM UTC
  
  yaaaaay!! I'm so glad you like it!! also....you noticed that spiral by him, did you? 😏😏 😈
  thank you so much for reading!! ❤️
  
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Chloeeeereads1287 on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 09:46PM UTC

Loving this 😍

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:52PM UTC
  
  thank you!!! ❤️
  
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Solsties on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 10:37PM UTC

Draco just keeps turning in on himself and hearing Scorpius's name has going in a loop while Hermione thinks nothing of it. I feel for this man.
He doesn't know it yet, but at least Narcissa is on in the intel and I am sure she will rain on Harry's happy marriage!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:51PM UTC
  
  Isn't it perfect?! He's just a little spiral loop lolol while no one notices!! 😂
  Thank you so much for reading!!
  
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tashstar84 on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 11:44PM UTC

Oh my sweet Draco 🥺 the "facts" he knows are really going to warp any communication he has with Hermione 🫣🥺 I'm so sad for him, like an ache in my heart I can't dispel. He's grown so much and also in so much denial 😅
I really want to know if he and Hermione discussed the name Scorpius and that memory wasn't altered or if he just recognised it as a constellation name 🤔
I'm fascinated to hear that Blaise and Theo are together. Does that mean Draco is going to have to be around Hermione socially, since Blaise is her best friend? 🙊
I like the idea of Hermione ending up feeling conflicted about Draco, like she ends up liking him even without her memories, because their souls are tethered and they will always belong to each other 🥹
I am loving this so much and I can't wait to see it all unfold 😍 no matter how painful it ends up being 😅

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 02:58PM UTC
  
  I knowwww....man has no idea what is going on. Buuuut, on the bright side, consider the fact that he's going to be an absolute mess of confusion and frustration and have no idea why!!! 😏🤩
  No comment on the name...😏🤭
  Now why would you ever accuse me of making it so that both Hermione and Draco's best friends would unknowingly be in a relationship that would force the two of them (and Hermione's spouse) to interact outside the office in potentially very awkward or tense situations with increasing regularity as time goes by? That's ridiculous. Only someone who wanted to drive Draco Malfoy practically barmy would do such a thing. 🫣😏🤭😂
  Thank you so much!!! I'm really honoured that you like it and are invested (even if the beginning might probably definitely bring pain lol 😅)
  
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Nothingisasitseems on Chapter 4 Sat 22 Feb 2025 11:53PM UTC

And we are back for more suffering -- "His chest felt tight at the thought. Potter. Hermione was a Potter." MY BOOOOOOOY 😭😭
I already loved him, but this Draco has my heart and he's breaking it I fear. I love that he had a life... well, he was able to build a semblance of a life -- therapy (which everyone in every HP universe NEEDS), friends, an apartment that she would have loved... And yet, he is back and now he has to experience heartbreak again. Your clever way of using words that cut is impressive and painful because this line is everything "Are there bridges that can span an entire ocean?" It's heartbreaking knowing he has always lived with her at the forefront of his mind and she doesn't remember him (and he doesn't know that)!
I do love you gave him a flat - his own space, instead of going back to the manor. I enjoy him being treated like an adult. And of course he is cursing and yelling at himself in other languages.. what a lovely snob hahahaha
THE NAME, oh, the name! I cannot wait to learn how she convinced Harry to named him Scorpius because it clearly meant something to them!! (or how she remembered that detail although I wonder the connection of having his child, his magic, may play a role there?). We know, so far, he would not suspect is his, but clearly, just as traveling was discussed, they must have discussed the potential for children because they were BUILDING a life... UGH Harry...how DARE you. **I do not know how I'm going to survive this**
Also, do we learn if they organize their bookshelves the same way?
NOW -- lets talk about Hermione (because you continue to write her so perfectly!) She feeling guilty, frustrated because she is concerned for her child, but she also knows she has responsibilities and other's peoples times that she must now disturbed because, she feels, she is failing. The way she apologized to Draco hurt me -- she should know she can choose her family first and no one has the right to judge her, but we know that's not how that works. She will always be judged for "not being able to handle it all".
I hope we get a more confrontational Draco as we progress. I want him to ask more questions, push more because I need Hermione to be so CONFUSED. Like maybe him thinking he is a stalker in this chapter may come back later but from her perspective lol I may be grasping at straws here :')

FINALLY -- THEO AND BLAISE?!?!?! IM SO EXCITEDDDD (depending on how the story goes, I'm, already, humbly and maybe somewhat impertinently, requesting a double date, even if its in the epilogue) lmao I'm desperately hoping for HEA and I will be grabbing at that for the entirety of this journey -- welp, CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Mon 31 Mar 2025 03:58AM UTC
  
  UGH. I'm just going to say 'fuck it' bc i said i was too late to respond but then i realized that i'd never responded at all to this one and i loved it so much when u wrote it except i didn't have time and that was just fucking wrong bc i have thoughts, so here i am, over a month later bc i suck.....sorry.
  I KNOWWWWWW. I'm sorry to Draco. I love him......but i had to break him mwahaaha.
  Also I'm so glad you like him. And I knowww hahah, I tried to give him a life. It felt unreasonably cruel to banish him to the states and then make him have no friends or relationships there either? Like I wasn't sure if a person who has absolutely zero deeper relationships in their life is capable of being there for someone else (which may or may not be something draco should have to do in the future......😏😈). so...it was between having no friends in England or no friends in the US.......and I chose there lol. Also, yes, we're living in this magical world where everyone is forced to sit down and have fucking therapy bc it's good for you (also, i think it's just going to be draco. only the MACUSA is going to live in such a magical place lolol, the rest of them need their slightly unresolved trauma to make them angsty).
  Also, I'm so glad you approve. I was really nervous about his speech because I didn't know where to draw the line. But I felt like he would NEVER go into that situation after he left it without at least TRYING to apologize (ugh, if you can't tell why that's so attractive, it's because men who can properly express their emotions or get therapy are indeed fitter by nature). BUT BUT BUT, he couldn't like be completely honest bc obviously. so instead, I've decided to make Hermione's trauma a lot darker and Draco's (misplaced) guilt a lot deeper so he doesn't even want to reference his crimes. which then yields such a blatantly vague yet sincere apology that he can hope is expressing everything he regrets from the letter and Hermione can think he's sorry for being a schoolyard bully.
  Idk, I tried. we'll see if it worked.
  ""Are there bridges that can span an entire ocean?" It's heartbreaking knowing he has always lived with her at the forefront of his mind and she doesn't remember him (and he doesn't know that)!"
  yeah, i'm not going to lie, i love a well spoken and totally dramatic and emotional draco. and i feel like there's a lot of potential if he's been pining this entire time, depressed that he would never see her again?
  Honestly, i kind of love when Draco's an adult lol or like so done with the war that he hate's the Manor as much as anyone? Or like he hate's it bc of what happened there and even though he knows like blah blah blah, he never wants to make someone experience it again? idkkk.
  Also, my favourite headcanon is that Draco was raised a proper noble and was forced to speak a dozen languages. idk if it comes off as awkward in the chapter, but I thought it was a rlly funny vision in my head for him to just like talk in other languages when he's stressed/bored and then for it to have bothered hermione when they were younger bc she couldn't. 😎
  The name. honestly, at first they were just casual machinations. but I'm thoroughly enjoying the name build up given the response it's had. I feel like it's a proper 'fuck you' and rlly ironic but also i want you to be surprised so no more comments from me. 🤐
  You'll have to find out on the bookshelves. 🤭
  THANK YOU. OMG, Thank you. I'm really glad you think i'm doing her justice 🥰. And UGH. You get it. I'm a little bit curious what you think of her chapter 5 version self. She's really the product of woman trying to make her way (especially, i hope, at that time in the 2000s and the government). Like obviously no one should ever begrudge a person for needing to tend to their family. especially when their child has taken ill. but still she feels like it's her fault and she's failing bc of it (which is ironic given that she stayed up until dawn working to fix someone else's failure just the night before). And her apology to draco, i feel like their relationship is just going to get more confusing for him and like entertaining but endearing for her. bc i hope (i say this like i'm not writing the actual story, but somehow i feel like im just sharing the story of ppl and writing it down [i swear im not crazy, but it's like a tv show in my head and i'm making it into writing?]) i hope that she'll like interpret his caution (and perhaps silent pining) as kindness that she desperately needs? and perhaps that will be his 'in'? but he doesn't know or even understand that?
  idk, i can't decide lolol, there's so much potential and i don't want to mess it up 🫣
  I don't want to make promises, but for confrontational Draco......I'm planning to make it where he wasn't given the job over harry for no reason. (if u know what i'm saying 😏💪). like draco's reputation is for a reason (even if it totally crumbles in Hermione's presence)? idk if that's what u mean, but like.....he will show up eventually :)? 🤔
  THEO AND BLAISE. MWAHAHAHAAH. 😈
  I have plans.......
  I can definitely promise you an HEA.
  We'll see if we can manage a double date 😏😏😏
  More to come of those two undoubtedly. lolol
  thank you so much for reading!!! ❤️
  
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2. 1. Nothingisasitseems on Chapter 4 Fri 11 Apr 2025 02:02PM UTC
    
    Time is a construct anyways!! hahahah I am here for it, even if we have to wait!
    " it's because men who can properly express their emotions or get therapy are indeed fitter by nature" LITERALLYYYYY hence why I can't do toxic Draco, I already deal with toxic men in irl don't need it in here lol
    "Idk, I tried. we'll see if it worked." -- I think it did. I don't love the miscommunication trope when it's overused, but I don't think that's the case here. He being a bit vague because the sense of guilt and renewed sense of rejection from seeing her again makes sense. No matter how much he has worked on himself, I could not see him willingly just exposing everything he has been holding for 5 years the minute he sees her, especially because he knows, for all intents and purposes, she has willingly moved on and is happy. And she thinking his apology is due to his bullying is just cute to me. In my book, she deserves that apology every time lol so she thinking this here is just healing to me <3
    "[...] depressed that he would never see her again?" I WANT THAT, I NEED THAT. Will it hurt my weak heart? yessssss. But I'm here for it!
    Honeslty, you can give us any reason he hates the manor and I'M SAT; I always see it as a way of him distancing himself from how he grew up.
    I think it was hilarious the way he berates himself in multiple languages! and it's realistic in canon for sureee!!! Malfoy/Black's only heir? come on, we know he is royalty lol
    
    "i hope that she'll like interpret his caution (and perhaps silent pining) as kindness that she desperately needs? and perhaps that will be his 'in'? but he doesn't know or even understand that?" YYYYYEEESSSSSSSSS. a friend, a listening ear. I'm not one for infidelity, even emotional infidelity, UNLESS is them hahahhaha + it would destroy Harry, and... he deserves it lol BUTTTT go with your gut! We are here enjoying the ride! I am sure we will love any 'in' you decide on!
    "like draco's reputation is for a reason (even if it totally crumbles in Hermione's presence)" GIDDYYYYYYYYYY and ready for it -- I need both of them to excel and be unquestionable in their jobs because their personal lives are a MESS :')
    "I can definitely promise you an HEA." I will keep this in mind anytime you break my heart with your writing as we go along lol
    
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LeVilainFuret on Chapter 4 Sun 23 Feb 2025 12:44AM UTC

I just can’t wait for when Draco will discuss Hermione with Narcissa … I just can imagine it : ho my poor little dragon you are so beautiful but also so incredibly daft … don’t you realize the witch does not remember you ?

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Wed 26 Mar 2025 01:28AM UTC
  
  I really love that line, "ho my poor little dragon you are so beautiful but also so incredibly daft"
  you made me audibly laugh lolol.
  i feel like Narcissa's at her best when she's slightly bullying her son, but doing it with love 🤭
  thank you so much for reading!!
  
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Graymaverick on Chapter 4 Sun 23 Feb 2025 10:50AM UTC

I LOVE this! I’m so excited for the next updates!!!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:09PM UTC
  
  Thank you so much!! ❤️❤️
  
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Nebula13131996 on Chapter 4 Sun 23 Feb 2025 11:38AM UTC

🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:09PM UTC
  
  thank you so much for reading!! ❤️
  
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mnt_books on Chapter 4 Sun 23 Feb 2025 03:28PM UTC

So so so good!! Can’t wait to see how the story develops! I’m already sucked in - have loved every chapter!!

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:12PM UTC
  
  Thank you so much!! I'm so glad you like it! ❤️
  
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Mlady420xxx on Chapter 4 Sun 23 Feb 2025 08:44PM UTC

Scorpius had to be the name they chose together 😭😭😭 why else would he be so shocked

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1. CupidsOllivanders on Chapter 4 Tue 25 Mar 2025 03:08PM UTC
  
  I can give no comment on the name 😏🫣🤭...... lolol
  thank you so much for reading!!
  
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