The Enchanted Bookworm

    Dying rp Starters

  •  "Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer."
  •  "You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine."
  •  "No. Oh, no. No no no. This can't happen. No. You can't die."
  •  "Shush, just concentrate on staying awake, okay? Don't sleep."
  •  "Oh my god... Don't give up! You can't give up!"
  •  "You can make it through this. I know you can. Y-you have to..."
  •  "Where did they shoot you!? Where did they sh-- Oh... Oh, god... Oh please no..."
  •  "The doctor explained everything to me... I... I can't just let you go like this. I need you."
  •  "Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive."
  •  "There's nothing they can do. I-- I'm so sorry."
  •  "No. They're wrong. They're wrong, okay? You're not gonna die."
  •  "Please, fight this. You have to fight it. You have to live."
  •  "Don't die... Don't die on me. Please..."
  •  "Listen to my voice, okay? I need you to stay with me. I'm bringing you to the hospital."
  •  "I wish I could tell you everything was going to be fine..."
  •  "Come on, now. You've lived through worse than this. Just... Just live through this too."
  •  "I'm so sorry I let this happen to you."

anyone else fancy a thread?

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

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." 

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