Fractured Virtue - Chapter 7: DREAMING DARKNESS

Fractured Virtue - Chapter 7: DREAMING DARKNESS

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Annoyance flickered across Malfoy's face as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, a tumult of emotions swirling on his face. He took a deep breath. He seemed almost desperate, as if he were wrestling with something. His eyes darted towards the door, then back to the girl before him. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again in silence. Hermione remained still, allowing him the space to grapple with his inner turmoil. She could almost see his internal struggle raging.

He looked torn, and tired and worn. As he looked into her eyes, she saw a reflection of her own inner battles mirrored back at her, a silent plea for understanding.

Malfoy turned away, his steps carrying him towards the wall where he leaned with a heavy sigh. He lowered his head. His broad shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. His whole body trembled. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off him. The otherwise strong and fearsome figure now leaned against the wall, almost broken. She felt she had to do something, anything to help him.

She rose from her spot, her movements were tentative and quiet. With trembling fingers, she reached out towards him. After a moment's hesitation, she gently touched him. As her hand made contact with his back, a soft exhale escaped Malfoy, almost like a relieved sigh. Her hand almost merged with Malfoy's. She felt the trembling subside. She felt the warmth of his body, the muscles, and the anger coursing through him. It seemed as if the man too almost comfortably melted into the timid touch.

She could almost feel the loneliness, the lack of kindness, and the absence of touch roiling within him. She sensed the ache of his unspoken pain.

But the fragile moment shattered quickly as Malfoy pushed himself away from the wall, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of fear and defiance. He stepped back.

"What are you doing, Mudblood?" His voice quivered with a vulnerability that belied his mocking face. With each word exchanged between them, tension crackled in the air.

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HELP!

Someone pls make the crazy stupid love meme, where the four man are sitting next to each other, into the slytherin trio version :D

Ryan Gosling laughing is definitely Theo,

Steve Carell is Draco,

John Caroll Lynch is Blaize,

And Kevin Bacon (or LINDHAGEN) is Ron.. or anyone who was ever annoyed about the other three 🤣

Pls pls I am begging! And pls tag me 😅

What i made instead of writing.....

this is pt 1 of two (honestly maybe three) illustrations from the same scene in BSP chapter 8, because this moment has me screaming crying throwing up every single time I read it for some reason? The levels of absolute filth I consume daily thanks to this fandom, but THIS is the first scene in a fic to ever make me physically blush??

I think it’s the chronically ill girlie in me ("in me" bitch she is me) who clearly has developed some sort of healing/carer kink. And the vulnerability of it all. I die!

(safe to say I am absolutely not ok and literally never will be ever again in my entire life)

anyway I tried something new for the colouring, idk if I love it but I certainly…did it. I always want my colouring to be even looser and more textured, just real casual-like, like it’s not even a big deal. Unfortunately I am a hyper-focusing control freak who zooms in way too fucking far

"Are you alright?" The question burst forth from the girl's lips, laced with genuine concern. Malfoy slowly turned back to her, his features etched with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. With furrowed brows, he peered down at the girl sitting on the floor. "Why?" His response sounded almost like a growl.

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