The Enchanted Bookworm

Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number

chivalrousxhybrid:

  • 1: Hot, Steamy kiss
  • 2: Cheek Kiss
  • 3: Nose Kiss
  • 4: Forehead Kiss
  • 5: Firm Kiss
  • 6: Gentle Peck
  • 7: Romantic Kiss
  • 8: Eyelid Kiss
  • 9: Jawline Kiss
  • 10: Neck Kiss
  • 11: Collarbone Kiss
  • 12: Chest Kiss
  • 13: Stomach Kiss
  • 14: Kiss Along the Hips
  • 15: Kiss in the Rain
  • 16: Upside-Down Kiss
  • 17: Goofy Kiss
  • 18: Underwater Kiss
  • 19: Forceful Kiss
  • 20: Any of the Above
  • 21: Then there’s tongue

Seeking Hermione || the0nlygrangerbookworm

ura-wizardharry:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

The concept was foreign, in more than one way, causing the witch to move from her space of comfort, to prop herself gently against the man beneath her, her eyes pondering and speculating for a moment before she opened her mouth and closing again, he brown undoubtably pulled into is characteristic furrow. 

Optimism. 

Something that wasn’t usually used to describe her friendship, and being with Harry. They’d always been the more level headed and realist sorts of friends. At times their need to point out reality could be ominous and overwhelming, but it gave her that flutter of hope she so seemed to need. 

" Better..

She listened as the word floated around them almost teasingly. Perhaps it could be better, with the experience of life and knowledge they’d seemed to gain over the passing years. But she also knew what it was like to gain hope, only to have it crushed again. And so she let it fizz out as if nothing uncommon had been said. 

" Alright Harry." She worded quietly, before settling back into her spot with a catlike yawn. 

"Well," he smiled crookedly, letting out a quiet oomph when he felt her full weight at her elbows digging into his sternum. “It can only get better, right? And we can actually talk about tomorrow without being afraid of dying.”

He struggled a bit for air, groaning inwardly at the feel of her body stretching and flexing above him as she yawned. Harry shifted and let her slide alongside, next to him.

"Alright, Hermione," he whispered. "Goodnight."

She didn’t know for how long she’d slept, her entire body feeling heavily weighted as if she hadn’t rested in a long time, and the more she mulled at her thoughts in the dark, the more she wondered how long it had been. She glanced to her side, trying desperately to not be annoyed with the mop of her hair that tickled at her nose, remembering suddenly all that had taken place. 

Harry…

She was tucked safely into his side, in the most protective and comforting of manners, his grip almost vice like, as if even in sleep he worried somehow that she’d run away, again

She rubbed at her eyes gently, craning her neck in the slightest, trying to catch sight of the time, before she settled back into her space, hoping sleep would claim her once again. 

And so it begins || the0nlygrangerbookworm

draco-theslytherinprince:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

As if it were the most obvious of answers, the witch tossed her hands up in a sheer burst of utter frustrations. ” Of course I dislike admitting I need help! Why wouldn’t I, more so when all those that were suppose to be there before have left me to fend for myself. “ 

Her fingers drummed restlessly, against the bare skin of her leg, as if to give her something to contemplate. ” It isn’t as if you are any better, but then again I suppose you don’t need help. Am I right Malfoy?” 

At her assumptions and question - which seemed more accusation than inquiry - Draco remained silent. His tongue moved to swipe at his lower lip, catching the dregs of his last sip of wine. His eyes moved to take in the breadth of his sitting room, with Granger, of all people, sitting in the sofa he’d purchased with his first bit of English coin.

His gaze slid back to rest on her face, frustration still vibrating in the aura that surrounded her.

"We all need help, Granger. And learning to live without magic, that takes a great deal of humility. I know how to ask for assistance when I need it."

He shrugged. “Most of the time, I find, I do not need it. It is rather new, this learning to fend for oneself. Lonely, but somewhat satisfying in and of itself. But no, I am not afraid of asking for help.”

She didn’t have the energy for anymore word play, but the recent days events and the wine taking its toll on her already weary body. She allowed her head to drop towards her arm that rested at her side, the column of her neck becoming long as she allowed herself to still focus on the conversation. 

" How do I do it, I need help, and I haven’t for once the slightest idea where to start." 

She had the instinct to take her words back, to offer him the need to not put himself out for the likes of her, but she knew he’d find annoyance in her indecisiveness and decided against it. 

" Please…" 

Seeking Hermione || the0nlygrangerbookworm

ura-wizardharry:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

It was all the answer she needed, he wound push no boundaries unless she dove in first, like that night that nearly took place all those years ago. But she wouldn’t jump in head first, not with Harry. She couldn’t afford to. She couldn’t lose what rocky foundation they were struggling to build again. 

She nodded listlessly against his fingertips, her nose pressing further into the comforts his body offered her, as she battled against her thoughts. Her mind flickering to Ron, the hurt, she knew had been inflicted upon them both. To every person whom had come into her life after that. And she couldn’t help but wonder if her life would ever go back to being a fragment of the life she once knew. 

" Best Friends."

Her voice sounded foreign, even to her own ears, a whimsical and breathy sadness filling the air around them, as if even she wasn’t quite sure the bond they’d once shared could be mended. But she knew, her sanity depended on it, all that she was, what made her entire being was beginning to be affected. Her magic while still present, was not nearly as strong as it once was, many a night she struggled to form even the simplest of spells. But that could all wait. She knew if there was any hope at all, with Harry at her back things could be righted again. They had to . 

He nodded at her echo of his words, inhaling deeply the scent of her sorrow and then slowly exhaling his silent apology. His fingers moved to tangle in her hair and he shut his eyes again, searching for some peace to quiet his overactive brain.

"We can find it again, you and I, you know," Harry whispered, the familiar stubbornness commanding his tone. "Things between us will never be as they were before, Hermione," he added, the lament that should have accompanied such words, noticeably absent.

In its place, something perhaps unexpected: hope.

"We could make it better than it was before."

The concept was foreign, in more than one way, causing the witch to move from her space of comfort, to prop herself gently against the man beneath her, her eyes pondering and speculating for a moment before she opened her mouth and closing again, he brown undoubtably pulled into is characteristic furrow. 

Optimism. 

Something that wasn’t usually used to describe her friendship, and being with Harry. They’d always been the more level headed and realist sorts of friends. At times their need to point out reality could be ominous and overwhelming, but it gave her that flutter of hope she so seemed to need. 

" Better..

She listened as the word floated around them almost teasingly. Perhaps it could be better, with the experience of life and knowledge they’d seemed to gain over the passing years. But she also knew what it was like to gain hope, only to have it crushed again. And so she let it fizz out as if nothing uncommon had been said. 

" Alright Harry." She worded quietly, before settling back into her spot with a catlike yawn. 

And so it begins || the0nlygrangerbookworm

draco-theslytherinprince:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

His watchful eyes made her squirm, not only in her seat but in her skin as well. Most likely because she knew he was one of the very few intelligent enough to simply sit and learn a persons mannerisms. A combat tactic without doubt, but very few had the intelligence to simply sit and watch. 

" They’ve never asked once, at least not on their own. Of course the technicalities get thrown around when I return papers back to the Ministry. Restless nights and hours of work that I do, and they don’t have the common sense to ask a simple question." 

Stiffening again, she pushed firmly at a piece of hair that felt the need to air its rebellion at that moment. ” Or perhaps they don’t want to answers to questions that they already know….” She knew how many a time she’d returned to the Ministry worn and weathered, a true sight for sore eyes, something she was quite amazed that the blond across from her hadn’t pointed out right from the beginning. 

" I’m not sure I want to know Dra-Malfoy. I have a feeling it will offer over temptation that I wont know how to resist, and I know that it will come with a price." 

Draco listened to her bemoaning the Ministry and without having given voice to it - flogging herself. It was through her stray movements he became acutely aware she of how much of the blame she was taking on herself. She was so caught up in both, it appeared, that she missed his meaning.

"You dislike admitting that you need help."

As if it were the most obvious of answers, the witch tossed her hands up in a sheer burst of utter frustrations. ” Of course I dislike admitting I need help! Why wouldn’t I, more so when all those that were suppose to be there before have left me to fend for myself. “ 

Her fingers drummed restlessly, against the bare skin of her leg, as if to give her something to contemplate. ” It isn’t as if you are any better, but then again I suppose you don’t need help. Am I right Malfoy?” 

And so it begins || the0nlygrangerbookworm

draco-theslytherinprince:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

She could feel the anger ebb and flare beneath her skin like a fast spreading fever. With her teeth sinking into the pillow of her bottom lip, Hermione knew she must choose her next words wisely. She would not allow the rising of her temper, not at Malfoy’s expense. 

" Money, can’t buy you everything Malfoy. Despite what many may speculate, the Ministry didn’t offer us much money. Enough to buy this flat, but not without doing work on the side. And Kingsley assured me, nothing could be done." 

She didn’t know if she wanted to know, of course coming from the family in which he was bred, she was sure Malfoy knew of other ways, but would she allow herself to be tempted with such notions. And could any good really come of it? She’d lived her life as a Muggle this long, and accepted the solitude that she’d created for herself. 

She busied herself, her fingers toying annoyingly with the hem of her shrug, before making their way towards her hair, never allowing her eyes to drift upwards, afraid of what she’d find written upon that aristocratic face. 

"But it can buy an awful lot," he countered. "And you, Granger, are the sort who is too proud to ask for such assistance." Draco reverted to surname again, searching for distance as something within him called him to be someone greater than himself. His eagle eye caught her fidgeting, ones he’d come to understand as hints to her inner emotions. 

"No, I can hardly imagine the Ministry providing for its heroes beyond calling upon them to attend every charity ball that might bring more galleons into the country’s depleting coffers. But the least that they could have done is ensure their heroes’ well being post war. But I suppose that is the problem of all soldiers. A veteran’s bureau that is all talk and no action."

Draco pursed his lips as he watched her gain the strength to look at him again. He stared directly at her when her eyes finally rested on his.

"Just ask."

His watchful eyes made her squirm, not only in her seat but in her skin as well. Most likely because she knew he was one of the very few intelligent enough to simply sit and learn a persons mannerisms. A combat tactic without doubt, but very few had the intelligence to simply sit and watch. 

" They’ve never asked once, at least not on their own. Of course the technicalities get thrown around when I return papers back to the Ministry. Restless nights and hours of work that I do, and they don’t have the common sense to ask a simply question." 

Stiffening again, she pushed firmly at a piece of hair that felt the need to air its rebellion at that moment. ” Or perhaps they don’t want to answers to questions that they already know….” She knew how many a time she’d returned to the Ministry worn and weathered, a true sight for sore eyes, something she was quite amazed that the blond across from her hadn’t pointed out right from the beginning. 

" I’m not sure I want to know Dra-Malfoy. I have a feeling it will offer over temptation that I wont know how to resist, and I know that it will come with a price." 

Of Gala’s and Dates II : Closed : Mistermalcolmbaddock

mistermalcolmbaddock-archive:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

She didn’t care that her hands were poised high upon indecently exposed hips, her glare coming from over her shoulder. Any other man would have been easy. But Malcolm Baddock was good at games, in fact Hermione knew he’d created quite a few on her own. But there was that shiver of doubt, he was a difficult man, there were things he wanted, and didn’t want…even when it came to the games they played. And that made things increasingly difficult. 

But she was there to prove a point, even though every bell and alarm told her to run for the hills. Shaking her head as it betrayed her, the witch stepped closer, dropping the sides of her dress in an annoyed huff. She waited, not stepping in too close, grabbing at one of his hands that hung at his side, pulling it towards her hip. ” Help me then…” She waited. Her head turning away and to the side. ” And I’m not interested in any sights you have to offer…not when there are so many pretty things here to look at.” she smirked, motioning to her pictures. 

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He smoothed the material hugging the delicious curve of her hip, sliding his hand a bit forward and then away.

"Nah, I don’t want to help you. There’s hardly any incentive," he teased. "What’s in it it for me, after all?"

It was a constant and toying game of cat and mouse. Hermione more often than not finding herself in that mousy category, something that annoyed the witch to no end. With an quick exhale of air Hermione tried to ignore the sensation of his fingers at her hips, her eyes clouding momentarily before finding clarity again. 

" There is all the incentive in the world Baddock. Weather your willing to take it is another story entirely. Surely I thought a business man such as yourself understood this. " She turned quickly, watching the material of her dress slip over them like the plume of a peacock before settling against her again. 

" But….I guess not." She teased, glancing around at their dark surroundings again. 

And so it begins || the0nlygrangerbookworm

draco-theslytherinprince:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

Hermione knew he wouldn’t offer apologies. It wasn’t in his character, it wasn’t what she needed to hear. It didn’t change things, it couldn’t bring them or their memories back to her. They would be just that…words. Words that she could never be sure if he meant or not. So for once the stoic silence was welcomed. 

" Of course I attempted to find them, and I did. But I didn’t fail. I did as I was suppose to…I did a very good job when I put them into hiding…too good a job." She finished her glass, setting it down with a bit more force than was needed. " They are alive and well, and that was all I could have hoped for. Given the hand I was given…but." But the question was, did she want to go there. She couldn’t decide, for once Hermione didn’t have all the answers. 

"But…?"

He stared at her, offering only the one word prompt. “You failed to reverse whatever spell you put on them to keep them safe,” he finished for her in almost regally bored manner.

Clearing his throat, he stared at her, his grey eyes gone dark as he assessed her rather boldly.

"You didn’t have the right knowledge to fix it, nor the money to pay someone to do it properly."

She could feel the anger ebb and flare beneath her skin like a fast spreading fever. With her teeth sinking into the pillow of her bottom lip, Hermione knew she must choose her next words wisely. She would not allow the rising of her temper, not at Malfoy’s expense. 

" Money, can’t buy you everything Malfoy. Despite what many may speculate, the Ministry didn’t offer us much money. Enough to buy this flat, but not without doing work on the side. And Kingsley assured me, nothing could be done." 

She didn’t know if she wanted to know, of course coming from the family in which he was bred, she was sure Malfoy knew of other ways, but would she allow herself to be tempted with such notions. And could any good really come of it? She’d lived her life as a Muggle this long, and accepted the solitude that she’d created for herself. 

She busied herself, her fingers toying annoyingly with the hem of her shrug, before making their way towards her hair, never allowing her eyes to drift upwards, afraid of what she’d find written upon that aristocratic face. 

Seeking Hermione || the0nlygrangerbookworm

ura-wizardharry:

the0nlygrangerbookworm:

She propped her chin in her hand, simply observing. Something quite common to the witch, but there was something difference about this time. She could see the conflict as it flickered behind his lidded eyes. Her finger on her free hand tracing the lines of thick lashes carefully. Eyes that she knew like her own, and the depths that they held. Of course they’d grown up together, but when had Harry really grown up? 

She wasn’t simply laying upon her best mate, seeking comfort anymore. Now she found herself in the most comforting embrace of a man who held many secrets. And yet as terrifying as it all seemed she knew she could trust him. She knew without a doubt he would do the best to his abilities to guard her heart as if it were his own. 

Allowing her head to drop gently she rested it along the line of his neck, simply enjoying the comfort the moment brought before releasing a heavy sigh. ” What are we doing Harry? “ 

Harry felt her fingertips exploring his face. He watched her as her hand journeyed and her thoughts flit across her face. Comfort, some question, perhaps a bit of fear. He understood it all.

With the weight of her along the entire length of his body, Harry took in a deep breath. And when she seemed to snuggle closer, his hand moved along her spine, stopping to rest between her shoulder blades. Her hair tickled his cheek and he closed his eyes, taking in the scent of her. She was slight and weighed little, his mind told him, worried a bit for her health. 

Her question hung in the air above them and bugger if he knew how to answer.

"We’re resting, Hermione," he said quietly, his hand moving to stroke her hair as he spoke. "Getting reacquainted. Remembering how to be friends." A small smile kicked up the corner of his lips, he felt his heart beat against hers. "Best friends.”

It was all the answer she needed, he wound push no boundaries unless she dove in first, like that night that nearly took place all those years ago. But she wouldn’t jump in head first, not with Harry. She couldn’t afford to. She couldn’t lose what rocky foundation they were struggling to build again. 

She nodded listlessly against his fingertips, her nose pressing further into the comforts his body offered her, as she battled against her thoughts. Her mind flickering to Ron, the hurt, she knew had been inflicted upon them both. To every person whom had come into her life after that. And she couldn’t help but wonder if her life would ever go back to being a fragment of the life she once knew. 

" Best Friends."

Her voice sounded foreign, even to her own ears, a whimsical and breathy sadness filling the air around them, as if even she wasn’t quite sure the bond they’d once shared could be mended. But she knew, her sanity depended on it, all that she was, what made her entire being was beginning to be affected. Her magic while still present, was not nearly as strong as it once was, many a night she struggled to form even the simplest of spells. But that could all wait. She knew if there was any hope at all, with Harry at her back things could be righted again. They had to . 

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