Voldemort - Tumblr Posts
i wanted to do a silly sketch and... something went wrong 😔
Today, my coworker told me about an urgent task, but let's be real, dismantling Voldemort's reign and crushing on a certain blond Death Eater is the real priority.
Coworkers can be so inconsiderate sometimes...
The question burst out of her. Malfoy stopped and raised his hand to his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his two fingers and slowly began massaging it while taking two deep breaths. "Do you really want to die, or are you just addicted to the Cruciatus?" he asked finally. "Oh yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a good round, but you didn't seem like someone who enjoys using it."
Hello everyone!
I'm back with another chapter! I sincerely thank everyone who is curious about what I put on paper. Honestly, it's sometimes the highlight of my day to look at it.
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A low, guttural growl escaped Malfoy's lips, manifesting his frustration and rage. Animalistic. His arm crashed down onto the armrest of Hermione's chair as he launched yet another assault on her mind, seeking to breach her defenses.
Hello everyone! I'm back with Chapter 7, which might be a bit shorter than the previous ones because I decided to split what I had already written. This, of course, means that Chapter 8 will be coming soon :)
I really hope you'll enjoy it! Hermione and Draco might get a little closer, but of course, just a tiny bit; we're not rushing anywhere :D. Happy reading to everyone!
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"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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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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Hello everyone!
Here I am with Chapter 8, where Voldemort reappears and chaos ensues among the prisoners. Get ready because there might be a bit more action than before! Fortunately, Hermione gets to reunite with her friends again; I wanted to give her at least this little bit of happiness 😊.
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Luna in Chapter 8 of my fic.
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Chapter 8: THE DEATH LIST
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Hermione suddenly began to panic. If she hadn't truly felt it before, she was terrified now. The thin, bony figures bore the marks of years spent in Azkaban. Their faces were narrow and sunken.
Each step she took drew attention to herself, the weight of every gaze bearing down on her. With a pounding heart, she edged closer to Malfoy, but the man stepped forward and led her on. It seemed as though something had snapped within Hermione. The only comfort she found was in the man's presence, and now even that seemed to recede. Is he just playing another role again? Is he performing the death eater for the prying eyes upon them?
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Fractured Virtue
Chapter 9: THE PRISONER’S PURPOSE (...) "We're talking about potions and Granger's placement, Nott," Voldemort seemed irritated, as if the fact that Nott couldn't figure out what they were talking about on his own had annoyed him. Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh, my lord, I'm sorry, but I had my old lab converted into a, ... a bathroom, my lord, I'm sorry." Malfoy chuckled quietly. “A bathroom?” Asked Voldemort coldly. Nott seemed rigid. “Yes my Lord. With pool and a… a sauna.” He answered. Voldemort now seemed more irritated than before. (...) Voldemort be like:
Fractured Virtue - Chapter 10
Seeing Malfoy wearing a Death Eater mask for the first time, was like witnessing a transformation. The mask obscured his features, hiding whatever expression might have lingered on his face. It was as if a barrier had been erected between them, further emphasizing the divide between their worlds. In that moment, Malfoy seemed less like the boy she once knew and more like a stranger. Malfoy seemed to dissolve into his attire. The black robes, paired with the black trousers and boots, the thick belt, and the form-fitting black top, transformed him into something almost unrecognizable. Like a soldier in full gear, ready to wreak havoc.
Smut or not?
So I am kindof nervous about writing smut :D However I will definitely try it in my fic in the future. But until then, I am interested... :DD
CH 11: MUD IN THE MANOR