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No one knows that they are missing. No one knows where they are. No one knows that they are trapped. No one knows that they are dying. Dramione.
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23 Dec 2025
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This story is set twenty-three years after the fall of Voldemort. Our main characters are Ministry employees, middle-aged, and the majority of them not very happy.
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06 Dec 2025
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And the fear—the fear that he’s learned to swallow, choke on, bury the crushed and fragmented shards of—it's turning the space between him and her and the last six weeks, the last six months, into a gaping yawning brutally invincible chasm; a wall to scale and a cliff to jump and a step he’s never quite been brave enough to take.She takes it for him.
Of course she does.
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06 Dec 2025
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Hermione Granger is a shop girl at Scrivenshaft’s. Year after year, Draco Malfoy visits on Christmas Eve in search of a gift.
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He stands outside Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop on Christmas Eve morning, per tradition.
Through the frosted, gilded windows, the shop appears empty, also per tradition. No one needs parchment and quills the day before Christmas, least of all Draco. Narcissa keeps the manor well stocked. He can pop in and select whatever suits his fancy at a moment’s notice.
What he does need is his yearly fix. He does not permit himself many indulgences these days. There’s only this and the occasional owl to stoke the undying embers of his heart. Or as Theo puts it, with his trademark combination of laughter and pity, “Time for your annual dose of torture, is it?”