Draco discovers Hermione's book of poetry. Dialogue fic.
"Stop going through my things, Malfoy."
"Touchy, touchy. Don't tell me... You actually have smutty books in here?! This one looks the most used, is it this one?"
"Malfoy, give it back!"
"'Don’t go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening.
Vision...'"
"..."
"This is not smut..."
Originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41983191
