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The List by sansasparky
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
30 Jan 2019
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Sansa was weighing up which would be more valuable – the power of a Queen, or the anonymity of a courtier? Defying the Blackfyres, or evading Petyr’s kisses? – when it came to her that the sixth name on the list was not an apparition.
They truly thought to offer up Sandor Clegane as a husband.
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15 Feb 2025
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She was going to be sick. Hermione couldn’t quite comprehend the headline adorning The Daily Prophet this morning. Maybe it was her over tired brain. She did just give birth for the second time less than a week ago and she was beyond exhausted from night time feedings and having to make sure Rose wasn’t feeling less loved after the arrival of her baby brother.
Ron had been practically absent throughout not only most of her second pregnancy but had almost missed the birth of their son. Now, Hermione surmised why. She read the headline again.
"Coincidence or Planned: Ronald Weasley Bares Two on the Same Day Only Wombs Apart"
By Rita SkeeterShe threw up.
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03 Jan 2024
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Hermione tucked her chin further into the scarf around her neck, feeling the wool against her cheeks and lips, wishing it had been plush enough to bury her nose into as well. The air in the Forbidden Forest this evening was cold, in that sour, damp sort of way that clings to your pores.
“We should be coming up on it in just a moment”, she whispered softly over her shoulder to the sleek blonde wizard who followed.
She shivered. Cold had always been the most intolerable sensation she couldn’t stand. It felt like all of her nerves were screaming at once. She’d been crucio’d during the war a handful of times and she wasn’t sure if her memory had muted the pain from it, or if she actually might have preferred that over the frigid air.
Draco’s footsteps behind her were slow, precise, and deliberate if not simultaneously fluid that sent its own chill up her spine. He was practically prowling like he was the deadliest thing in these woods tonight.
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