Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
13 May 2021
Torture smells like spring.
Like daffodils and tulips and snowdrops. Like the bouquets brought inside from the manor gardens to lend their life to cold stone walls that house criminals. Easter mixed with madness makes sense in this twisted landscape; Draco’s only chance at survival is to endure it. He knows this. But that doesn’t quell the twitching in his calves, the flexing in his fingers.
Granger lifts her hand off the floor and Draco nearly loses his lunch, stomach churning as he watches her extend her arm, reaching through the translucent cord, reaching towards him. He tries to blink it away, blink blink blink, but both she and the cord are stubborn, persistent things.
“Hot in here, isn’t it?”
“There’s a heat wave going on,” Harry responded out of the side of his mouth while engaged in a halfhearted attempt at learning the exam schedule.
“Mmhmm. Sure is. Sucks, that. Great for tequila though.”
“It’s tequila weather.”
“Tacos, too. You know, since it’s a Tuesday.”
Harry wasn’t sure Theo had looked at the front of the class a single time since the lesson had begun. His entire focus, and a substantial amount of his quite overwhelming charm, seemed centered exclusively on Harry.
When Hermione looked up, wrist deep in the process of crumbling cold butter into her flour mixture, Draco had stopped pacing.
“You said you liked the blueberry scones. From the café. It seemed like they were a part of your strategy. I thought I’d…” she trailed off. Ridiculousness robbed her of confidence.
Draco’s silver eyes rotated between several points of interest: her face, her hands in the mixing bowl, and the parchment still crushed in his grip. “I don’t know that the scones were part of any strategy, per se. But I do—like them. That is.”
“Good. So I’ll just”—she jostled the flour and butter in her bowl in a sad pantomime of mixing—“while you read.”
A collection of stories involving the infamous green and/or red tufted velvet sofa from Wait and Hope. With such an illustrious history, you can expect laughter, tears, sex, and several significant in between scenes from the stories you already know. Tags, characters, and warnings will be updated as more scenes are added.
If you don't want to be spoiled, read the entire of The World Wait and Hope Series first! Different chapters will have different spoiler warnings.
- Part 5 of The World of Wait and Hope
“Again,” she breathes. It’s barely a word, barely a whisper, barely a command. But it’s one I’m happy to follow.
She doesn’t want to hear a stranger reciting Shakespeare’s Sonnets. She wants verses—biting, passionate ones—and she wants them from me.
It’s laughable when I think about it. But I’m not laughing, and neither is she. It’s hard to, when her eyes darken and her breath catches and lust cracks like a lightning strike through every nerve in my body.