This Thing Between Us Dramione Novels & Stories

He looked… human. She carried her mug to the table and sat across from him. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The air between them was thick with old ghosts and unspoken truths. Finally, she said softly, “You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” His gaze flicked to hers, uncertain. “Draco,” she clarified, her voice barely a whisper. Damien didn’t answer immediately. He simply leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly, eyes dark and unreadable. Then—quietly, almost reluctantly—he said, “He’s… different.”

"what's your point? Weren't you supposed to be leaving the country?" Draco: Correct, but first I wanted to drop off a present. "hear this, I have no time for your antics." Draco: Fine. And here I thought you'd rejoice knowing I possess every shred of data about Miley Hales and her endearing offspring, who oddly enough bear a striking resemblance to you... he blocked me from grabbing the documents, clearly wanting something, and it's not hard to guess what. Draco: Tell me, wasn't this the very lady who drugged you years ago?

“I’m not drama.” I laughed. “You walked into my house, rejected your bride, declared me your mate, and threatened my mother in under ten minutes.” He paused. “Okay. Maybe a little drama.” “A little?” I said. “Sir, you’re a walking telenovela.” Lilith shrieked. “STOP FLIRTING!” “We’re not flirting,” I said. “We’re not,” Damon echoed. We both looked away at the same time. Lilith screamed louder.

I said, wiping my face. “I’m happy” I responded. “Well, I’m glad you are,” she said, holding me by the cheeks. “You can see how he’s drooling over you and obviously can’t get his eyes off you!!” she whispered into my ears smiling at me. “I know!!” I responded back smiling at her trying so hard not to laugh. “Hey!!!” Damon called out to us the minute he heard us whispering. “What are you guys talking about over there?” he asked curiously, still standing by the door.

I kiss him and teleport to pick up my brother-in-law. *Sexual Content* Kim Draco and I are on his case study tour and me being pregnant moody and horny I just want my bed and my husband. Bryan knocked on my room door and asked me if I wanted to go with him back home for the next day since we don’t have a lecture until tomorrow night a 8 pm MST which is 10 PM EST, I said to him fuck yeah so I went and grabbed my purse and changed into a cute outfit for Ben I haven’t seen him in 3 days I don’t go

We trailed behind him, still in hysterics to form a coherent sentence. By the time I reached the living room, Darren was already dressed and was sitting on the loveseat, looking like a beetroot. "Aw man that was epic," Brian teased him. "I'm so glad I recorded it." "You did what?" Darren shouted, getting more red if that was even possible. Brian just laughed at this. "Now aren't you just cute," He said and pinched his cheeks. Darren swatted his hand away. "Delete that video!" "Nope," Brian said as he pushed his sleek black phone in his jeans pockets.

This is a cliché in a movie, not my life. Damian stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room, his jaw a hard, set line. He saw the bed, the single bed, and a muscle ticked in his cheek. He had been so used to Ms. Romero's efficiency and discretion that he hadn't even considered the possibility of a mistake. And now, in a city-wide blackout, with a raging storm outside and no one to turn to, he was faced with a situation that was both incredibly awkward and terrifyingly intimate.

"Mary, I really can't understand it. Can you please stop making things difficult for Dr. Frank?" I smiled faintly. "We’ve already broken up. Whatever happens between you two has nothing to do with me." A secretive glint flashed through Yvonne's eyes but her tone still carried a faint, tearful tremor. "Please don't fight because of me, okay? Otherwise, I'll feel incredibly guilty..." Tony’s voice cut in, sharp and freezing cold. "It’s the exact same textbook. Why can everyone else understand it while you're the only one who can't?"

it said, and I felt chills go up and down my back. This thing was going to try to kill me, and it was going to keep trying no matter what. Suddenly, the smoke encased around us, and we were no longer there, a strange scenery taking over. It was snowing where we were at, a steady snowstorm covering everything in thick blankets of white snow. Two figures stood next to each other in the distance, and as we neared, I felt surprise overtake me. Amon stood there, glaring up at me, and next to him stood the leader of the Nephilim, Sorren.

We’re probably the only two people in the world she doesn’t have to look up at—we’re actually shorter than her. “Thanks, Mum. Are you sure you guys don’t want to come with us?” I ask. Mum yawns, shaking her head. “No, love. Bed is calling. But go have a great time!” She kisses our heads, and Fiona does the same as they grab a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. “We have a standing date with Damon Salvatore. I don’t need a night out to know I’m not missing anything,” Fiona giggles. We all sigh dreamily. Damon is obviously the best character in the show.