The World of Wait and Hope Series by mightbewriting

“Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, painfully displeased with the recent series of events.“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy... more“Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, painfully displeased with the recent series of events.“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”Hermione had to be sedated again.Post-Hogwarts. EWE. Memory fic. Dramione.Wordcount: 95,107 less

Years. Broken into months into weeks into days - into hours, minutes, seconds - into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco's experience, moments, even when simple had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature... moreYears. Broken into months into weeks into days - into hours, minutes, seconds - into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco's experience, moments, even when simple had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between 'what-ifs' of his own devising, he'd stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control.A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope. less

He glanced at the dark corner of the lab, a type of breathing blackness that moved even when it didn’t, the very air and space and void of the darkness slowly expanding and contracting as the thing within it watched him. Theo flicked his wand, sending a key soaring toward the dark corner, clattering against the stone wall he could not see. Another flick, another careening key. Over and over and over again until one key going remained on the bench.“A point for going, today,” Theo mused... moreHe glanced at the dark corner of the lab, a type of breathing blackness that moved even when it didn’t, the very air and space and void of the darkness slowly expanding and contracting as the thing within it watched him. Theo flicked his wand, sending a key soaring toward the dark corner, clattering against the stone wall he could not see. Another flick, another careening key. Over and over and over again until one key going remained on the bench.“A point for going, today,” Theo mused.Without a care to the hour, and only modest curiosity about his destination, Theo picked up the key and activated it, hurtling himself somewhere, anywhere, but there.A Theo POV companion story to Wait and Hope!Part THREE of FIVE in the World of Wait and Hope series. less

“Pansy, we aren’t getting married.”He liked using her name. Kept saying it like he was cultivating it, nurturing it, tending to it like one of his plants. She could hardly help it though, being named after a flower.Nor could she help that she was on her way to being a little bit drunk with an equally tipsy Neville Longbottom.“You keep saying that, Longbottom. But I’m owling my mother as soon as we’re back at the school, and telling her to send an interest request. It makes perfect sense.”