“Dra- Malfoy is acting strange, don’t you think?”“Daddy probably refused to buy him a new broom or something. Why are you concerned about him anyway?”“I’m not…” 

“Dra- Malfoy is acting strange, don’t you think?”
“Daddy probably refused to buy him a new broom or something. Why are you concerned about him anyway?”
“I’m not…” 

Dramione Challenge #8

Dramione Challenge #8

“Draco,” a cold voice drawled behind them as they quickly walked down the corridor. The two students froze, slowly turning around to look into the cold eyes of Lucius Malfoy. “F-Father,” Draco stuttered, his usual stoic demeanor gone. “What are you doing here?” Lucius’ mouth formed grim line, “I had received a letter from a very worried Miss Parkinson,” he stated, glaring at his son, “she said you had been acting strangely and she could’ve sworn she had seen you with the Mudblood. Seems she was right.” Hermione flinched as he uttered the vile word. “We decided we’d push up the date of your mission,” he recognised the fear in his Sons eyes and didn’t miss the glance he gave the girl beside him, “oh dear, you haven’t forgotten about your mission have you.” He smirked menacingly at Draco. “Father, please-” Draco started, trying his best to keep his voice from cracking. “You haven’t told her have you?” Lucius’ smirk grew, “You haven’t told her about the task the Dark Lord gave you after you took the mark.” Hermione gasped and turned to face Draco, begging him with her eyes to reassure her that he was lying. That he was not branded with the Dark Mark. He looked away quickly unable to face the disappointment in her eyes, “Draco, no-“ “Oh yes, Miss Granger. It seems you don’t know my son as well as you think you do.” he drawled, his voice echoing off the corridor walls. “Come Draco, it’s time to make a choice. Come with us a fulfil this task like you should or stay with her and well… we’ll see what the Dark Lords Dementors make of you.”

“Draco,” a cold voice drawled behind them as they quickly walked down the corridor. The two students froze, slowly turning around to look into the cold eyes of Lucius Malfoy.

“F-Father,” Draco stuttered, his usual stoic demeanor gone. “What are you doing here?”

Lucius’ mouth formed grim line, “I had received a letter from a very worried Miss Parkinson,” he stated, glaring at his son, “she said you had been acting strangely and she could’ve sworn she had seen you with the Mudblood. Seems she was right.” Hermione flinched as he uttered the vile word. “We decided we’d push up the date of your mission,” he recognised the fear in his Sons eyes and didn’t miss the glance he gave the girl beside him, “oh dear, you haven’t forgotten about your mission have you.” He smirked menacingly at Draco.

“Father, please-” Draco started, trying his best to keep his voice from cracking.

“You haven’t told her have you?” Lucius’ smirk grew, “You haven’t told her about the task the Dark Lord gave you after you took the mark.”

Hermione gasped and turned to face Draco, begging him with her eyes to reassure her that he was lying. That he was not branded with the Dark Mark. He looked away quickly unable to face the disappointment in her eyes, “Draco, no-“

“Oh yes, Miss Granger. It seems you don’t know my son as well as you think you do.” he drawled, his voice echoing off the corridor walls. “Come Draco, it’s time to make a choice. Come with us a fulfil this task like you should or stay with her and well… we’ll see what the Dark Lords Dementors make of you.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she saw an explosion errupt in the distance. Gryffindor tower, once the place she called home, was now just barely standing among the flames. She was frozen. For the first time in her life she couldn’t think straight. A hand grabbing her wrist and puling her down the corridor broke her out of her trance and she quickly turned to look at the persons face. “Malfoy, let go of me,” she grumbled twisting her hand in an attempt to loosen his grip. “The Castle isn’t safe anymore, Granger, we have to leave!” he replied, his eyes not leaving the path ahead. “They’ve blocked every entrance, there is now way out,” she said, her voice now noticably timid, “and if they catch us trying to escape they’ll-“ “I know another way,” he loosened his grip but only slightly as he winded his way through the corridors with her following closely behind. The death eaters triumphant shouts were getting closer and her heart sped up with the possibilty of danger. Her brain started to catch up with her again as she realised they were heading towards the Room of Requirement. She briefly wondered whether he knew that simply willing for a way out would not work. It is not how the rooms magic had worked. “Draco, I-“ “Hermione, just trust me. Please.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she saw an explosion errupt in the distance. Gryffindor tower, once the place she called home, was now just barely standing among the flames. She was frozen. For the first time in her life she couldn’t think straight.

A hand grabbing her wrist and puling her down the corridor broke her out of her trance and she quickly turned to look at the persons face.

“Malfoy, let go of me,” she grumbled twisting her hand in an attempt to loosen his grip.

“The Castle isn’t safe anymore, Granger, we have to leave!” he replied, his eyes not leaving the path ahead.

“They’ve blocked every entrance, there is now way out,” she said, her voice now noticably timid, “and if they catch us trying to escape they’ll-“

“I know another way,” he loosened his grip but only slightly as he winded his way through the corridors with her following closely behind. The death eaters triumphant shouts were getting closer and her heart sped up with the possibilty of danger. Her brain started to catch up with her again as she realised they were heading towards the Room of Requirement. She briefly wondered whether he knew that simply willing for a way out would not work. It is not how the rooms magic had worked.

“Draco, I-“

“Hermione, just trust me. Please.”

Dramione Challenge 006: Isolation, chapter 6 by Bex-Chan   “Filthy fucking Mudblood.” Something snapped in her. He actually saw it; the flicker of something dark in her eyes, something almost feral. He tried to shift but another wave of nausea from Granger’s attack flushed his brain, and he squinted his eyes to try and focus on her. “Mudblood,” she repeated in a husky hum, raising her wand slightly. He spat out a startled grunt as she stabbed her palm with the tip of her wand, dragging it across her flesh to create a thin red slit. She stalked into the bathroom then, nearing him and displaying her fresh wound. He watched with a morbid fascination as a ribbon of blood glided down her middle finger, and two ruby pearls rained down to splat against the ivory floor by his feet. “You find this filthy?” Hermione questioned with a wavering tone, crouching down so she was at his level. “You think my blood is filthy?” “Granger- “DO YOU?” the witch yelled, leaning forward to snatch his hand. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked, accepting that he was starting to panic in response to her dubious movements. “Granger, what the fuck?” She quickly drew a similar slice across his hand, and a combination of his shock and still-sluggish reflexes didn’t allow him to interfere as she slammed their palms together with a wet slap. “There,” Hermione spat, holding their twisted and sticky handshake firm as she spoke. “Now your blood’s filthy too!” Strength surged into his muscles with welcoming heat, and it went straight to his arms, tearing his seeping hand from her grasp and throwing her away from him. She screeched across the floor, much like she had this morning, but he was too busy staring at his red-stained skin to note the irony. The worst thing was he couldn’t distinguish her blood from his. It was all the same shade…and he had no idea what that meant.

Dramione Challenge 006:

Isolation, chapter 6 by Bex-Chan  

“Filthy fucking Mudblood.”

Something snapped in her. He actually saw it; the flicker of something dark in her eyes, something almost feral. He tried to shift but another wave of nausea from Granger’s attack flushed his brain, and he squinted his eyes to try and focus on her.

“Mudblood,” she repeated in a husky hum, raising her wand slightly.

He spat out a startled grunt as she stabbed her palm with the tip of her wand, dragging it across her flesh to create a thin red slit. She stalked into the bathroom then, nearing him and displaying her fresh wound. He watched with a morbid fascination as a ribbon of blood glided down her middle finger, and two ruby pearls rained down to splat against the ivory floor by his feet.

“You find this filthy?” Hermione questioned with a wavering tone, crouching down so she was at his level. “You think my blood is filthy?”

“Granger-

“DO YOU?” the witch yelled, leaning forward to snatch his hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, accepting that he was starting to panic in response to her dubious movements. “Granger, what the fuck?”

She quickly drew a similar slice across his hand, and a combination of his shock and still-sluggish reflexes didn’t allow him to interfere as she slammed their palms together with a wet slap.

“There,” Hermione spat, holding their twisted and sticky handshake firm as she spoke. “Now your blood’s filthy too!”

Strength surged into his muscles with welcoming heat, and it went straight to his arms, tearing his seeping hand from her grasp and throwing her away from him. She screeched across the floor, much like she had this morning, but he was too busy staring at his red-stained skin to note the irony.

The worst thing was he couldn’t distinguish her blood from his. It was all the same shade…and he had no idea what that meant.

Sorry Dramione fans

but as much as I love Dramione, that JK Rowling quote about the possibility of Dramione you are getting excited about is fake. Someone, I don’t recall who, posted the “quote” stated in the tags that it was not real and I do believe she was stating how easy it is to spread fake quotes as it has been happening a lot within the HP fandom with other ships recently too.