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Perhaps this was the chosen language for the translation of her curiosity. A language of touch and sensation, which teased the coils of connection and pleasure—communication at the depths of their souls. But there was no analysis needed in communication, just words and expressions, feelings, and touch. Instinct without thought…  Let go.  Just this once.

Excerpt from Measure of a Man by @inadaze22   When I was commissioned to do this scene months ago, keeping it to myself was the hardest thing I have EVER had to do, but so worth it! The chapter update had me clutching my pearls the entire time, and working with Inadaze had my 16 years old self screaming internally and flailing. I’m so incredibly excited to share this with you all and honoured to have been asked to bring this particular scene to life. ❤️❤️❤️

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I commissioned @ivmaruva to create a piece inspired by chapter eleven of  Against Nostalgia, and I’m obsessed with the way this piece came out. It’s just so hot! It’s been incredible from the very first sketch, and I’m so excited to share it with all of you.

Against Nostalgia is a novel-length Dramione fic where Draco and Hermione are both professors at Hogwarts. Come for the slow burn and the dark academia and stay for the steam 🔥

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“Granger carefully slipped the Deluminator into her pocket.

Then she stood, tilted her head up, spread out her arms, and said, “Yes!”

She spun in a circle, a small figure under a big sky, laughing her happiness to the heavens.

Her spin swung her into Draco, and she turned the collision into an embrace into which, on tip-toe, she pressed all of her joy and relief.

He indulged. He held her just as tightly, this favourite old enemy, this brilliant do-gooder, this stupid crush.

She looked up just as he looked down.

Their cheeks met in a wet, muddy press.

And then, so did their lips.

It was the most innocent, naive kiss that Draco had ever stumbled into.

It dumped an entire litre of endorphins into his system

They broke away and gasped apologies to each other, because, obviously, it had been an accident.

They carried on as though nothing had happened. Because he was her Auror and she was his Principal and they were both consummate professionals.

But something had happened.

And Granger hadn’t leapt away screaming, you know. She hadn’t wiped her mouth, she hadn’t spat. She had just – felt warm, and breathed once, and now she blushed and busied herself with packing.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 26: Mabon/Being Irritating Is A Love Language, by @isthisselfcare

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