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Draco Malfoy is dead, and Hermione Granger never meant to go to his funeral.
But when Theodore Nott presses a box of letters into her hands, she finds herself unravelling secrets that were never meant to reach her.
Each page is a confession, a love story written in silence: envy, dreams, regrets, and words he could never say aloud.
By the time she reaches the last letter, Hermione must confront the cruellest truth of all: that sometimes, love comes too late.Inspired by the song "All I want" by Kodaline
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“Why don’t you just line them all up and kiss them one by one until you find your mate?” Hermione asked logically, “That would put them, and you, out of your misery,”
“Misery?”
“You know what I mean, Malfoy. All this waiting? Don’t you want to find out who she is?”
Malfoy looked at her, eyes locked on hers, for so long it was nearly uncomfortable and then he slowly looked away.
“What if I don’t want to?” he said quietly, “What if I want to have a bit more time to - “
She looked at him, at his handsome face. It dawned on her then.
“I see - you want to be able to fuck around? Sow some more wild oats?”
She saw the red burn in his cheeks. He looked annoyed and his eyes flashed back to hers.
“And you don’t want to run the risk of one of them being your future mate, do you? Fucking them and accidentally awakening the bond before you’re ready. All too risky. The only safe way would be a muggle born. Someone who could never be your mate.”
So that would leave you with - “
The thoughts fell into place in her mind and her mouth opened in surprise.
Hermione said the word ‘me’ at exactly the same moment that Draco breathed ‘you’.
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They weren't in love. It wasn't really cheating. Just two frustrated individuals engaging in a convenient affair.
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Draco has been hurting and tearing down Hermione for years because he's stupid. When he presents as a Veela on his 21st birthday, he's in for it.
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“You’re my mate,” Draco whispered even though the voice in his head was so fucking loud.
Granger frowned. “What?”
“You. You’re my mate, the one my Veela has chosen.”
He expected her to be shocked, or angry, maybe exhibit a hefty dose of disbelief. He expected her to reveal a bunch of books proving him otherwise.
He didn’t expect to see her face crumple and look as if she was about to cry. “Malfoy, you don’t need to tease me.”
I did this to you.
“Why would I tease you with this?” He asked.
She shifted in her seat. “It’s more believable. And if I am your mate, I know you don’t want me to be.”
“Granger, I am quite serious,” Draco said, reaching his hand across the desk, palm up. “Take my hand, please. Touch me.”Series
- Part 5 of Draco is a Veela and he loves Hermione
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“N-no. Omega aren’t — they’re not real.” She’s squirming, pressing herself against him as she talks. “They’re a myth.”
“You sure, Granger?” His voice is low. He says her name with a slow drawl as he slides his fingers against her dripping knickers. “Did you ever bother to check? Or did you just assume? I have to admit, as a teenage boy, I was curious to find out. Where do you think half-breeds come from?” He leans close enough to whisper. “Did you think being fucked by a troll is something witches volunteer for?”
Granger blinks as though the idea hasn’t occurred to her until just then.
He steps closer until there’s barely any space between them. She’s rocking her hips rapidly against his hand. Desire pools in his lower abdomen as his cock begins throbbing in time with his pounding heart.