seagull_in_the_sunset
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Barty started Hogwarts with very few choices: be good (boring), obey his father (no thank you), or fully embrace the “practically evil” house he got chucked into (yes, that one).
How else, as a deeply talented, incredibly witty, and yes, perhaps slightly arrogant and depraved individual, could he get the attention of Evan Rosier?
Sure, Regulus called Evan a psychopath, and yes, Evan didn’t ever talk, or smile, or touch Barty with anything other than the tip of a knife. But Barty found him terribly misunderstood. It was called loyalty. Or love. Perhaps obsession. Same thing.
And Jesus fucking Christ, would Evan take them on an adventure of a lifetime – scars, sexual experiments, caves, Inferii, and all, perhaps even a little murder or ten. It was all done in the name of fun and freedom. And besides: sinners die twice!
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Alternatively: A funny and morally grey rosekiller fic spanning throughout all their years at Hogwarts and after. (Don't worry your precious little souls, your beloved Gryffindors end up just fine).
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WIP Remark: This fic is 100% prewritten and covers ~295.000 words. New chapter every other day.
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Half a year after the war Hermione decides to face the source of her nightmares and visits Malfoy Manor. The only downside? It now belongs to freshly orphaned and house-arrest-imprisoned Draco Malfoy, who is different to what she expects but still as bitter. He somehow manages the miraculous: She is having fun.
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“Tell me!” Draco said, cocking his head as he slowly came a few steps closer, wand drawn, ready to fight her if need be, “To what exactly do I owe the pleasure of your company on my estate? Came to gloat?”
“I…” Hermione took a step away from him, “I was wondering if I could see the drawing room.”
“Why?”
“To get used to it.”
“Why do you need to get used to my drawing room? Plan to set camp? Tell me, why the fuck are you really here?”
She shrugged and chose honesty, “I’m here because I have nightmares of this place. Because I dream of it weekly and I’m so tired of it. I want to get it out of my system.”
“Oh? Out of your system?” he asked cynically, “Well if it’s that easy. Go ahead. After you!”
Invitingly, he gestured to the Manor behind him.