"Every time I think about it my head hurts a bit- I'm not sure how you and I are supposed to save the Wizarding World, because in my timeline, we didn't succeed. But you were always the smart one."

You're glad you have the Muffliato, because you're learning all of her sweet spots, and you'd hate for everyone to hear those soft little moans reserved just for you.

Freeverse. Hermione was sure that it was sin, whatever they were doing.

There was no way you could have pictured you and Harry crying in unison, he lying in the enchanted bassinet, his tiny legs kicking at invisible things, you huddled in the corner with your hands over your ears, wanting to cast a Silencing Charm but feeling like a horrible mother for doing so.

He nodded, and pulled her wand out of his pocket. He handed it to her with a quick glance over her shoulder and she pocketed it quickly, not wanting Draco to get punished. "Go. Before someone catches you. Don't say I never did anything for you."

Your moral compass is a few notches off, maybe even nonexistent, you tell yourself, as you Disillusion yourself and travel to his room. You hate yourself, you hate what you're doing. You hate the fact that you're sleeping with a man more than twice your age. (Written for the A-Maze-Ing Race Challenge)