Together, they were twisted trip wires fated to make sparks - whether they be of anger or of passion - and blow up. The shrapnel they create destroys her anew each time. But there is temptation and delight in pyrotechnics; excitement, and a little bit of danger.
How many times can you explode and put the pieces back together before you come completely undone?
Hermione thinks for Draco Malfoy, she could do it for an eternity.
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He had vowed to keep them both whole. And while the witch cradled in his arms was bruised and battered and barely breathing, maybe—just maybe—she was still whole.
The same could not be said for Charlie.
And from those broken parts of him spilled every last ounce of honor and humanity that had so valiantly held him together the past four years.
The venom in his veins curdled his blood as vengeance breathed life into the short, singular command he once swore he would never issue.
"Kill them all."
Draco comes home and Hermione's life is forever changed. A year in the life. The follow-up to Until the Ink Runs Dry.
- Part 2 of In Black Ink
Your mistake is assuming I have better angels at all.
- Part 1 of In Black Ink
It's after the war, and Hermione finds herself retreating to Hogwarts for eighth year, detached and downtrodden after the events of the war. Few from her year have returned, but due to the terms of his Ministry probation, Draco Malfoy must return. Much to Hermione's chagrin, his terms turn out to have an effect on her living arrangement...