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that one pairing that just means so much to you that when anyone else ships it you fall a little bit in love with them because they get it
Hermione tries to get Draco to watch Disney movies.
- "Muggles are too much, really. Two talking dogs fall in love? And one of them’s homeless? What the fuck is this—a biopic on Potter’s life?”
- "Granger, I highly doubt fish have emotions; do they even acknowledge they have children? Aren’t…
”[…] Are you feeling all right, Granger? I’m starting to think that perhaps you just might fancy me.”
Hermione froze, looking at him with a surprising, gnarled fist of horror and shock and anticipation embedded but volcanic in her stomach. She could feel the blood drain from her face at his words, instead sending the rushing blood to pound in her head and ears. She felt as if she’d just been tided to the shore by a sixty-foot wave: dazed, salty and confused. Her mouth felt horribly dry.
Draco seemed to have registered the look of pale revelation on her face, staring at her intently. Then he spoke, certainly as shocked as she was.
"Bloody hell. You do fancy me.”
"No, no, I don’t," said Hermione, shaking her head, feeling frazzled and very disoriented. She felt the skin on her face begin to heat up at the scarring speed. "I don’t fancy you. I mean, I shouldn’t. You’re Malfoy, and you’re dying, and you have this horrible fancy of humor in the image of your own death."
"But you do," his face breaking into a brilliant smile, summoning little jackhammers upon her heart, as if he was pleased and delighted with this piece of terrible news. "You do fancy me. Dear Merlin, Hermione Granger, you’re in love with me."