Trapped in a romance novel? With Draco Malfoy? And the only way to escape is to get into character and act out the tropes? Oh Lordy.
A Trope of a Lifetime is a fun, slow burn romcom, filled with banter and bickering. Set post-Hogwarts, with forced proximity, eventual smut and lots of pining idiots in love 🤭
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Lil excerpt from tonight’s upcoming update:
Granger continued on, “We’re … we’re stuck out here without a wand, without a — a clue where we are. We don’t know anything.”
“There will be some things we know. Let’s make a list.”
She loved a list. Her desk was covered in them. She probably had a master list somewhere which listed all of her lists in an optimal list-y format.
She latched onto that, slightly manically. “A list, yes.” But then she was off again, because it seemed she was currently allergic to composure. “Except we don’t have any pens or — or paper or a wand.”
Draco’s patience was fraying at the edges. “We have our mouths, Granger! Not every Godric forsaken list needs to be written down. Let’s talk.”
She blinked at him, breathing slightly too quickly. “Talk. Okay,” she said, and underwent full-body capitulation, flopping straight onto the grass as if she’d suffered an instant loss of muscle tone. “Talk. I can do that.”
Draco commented, “We have legs too.” In case her many wits had abandoned her (which, scarily, seemed possible), he held two fingers in the air and mimed walking them along like a shit puppeteer. “We can always walk until we find civilisation and one of those fellytones you can call Potter with.”
Granger smiled ever so slightly, but then her face wiped clean and she sat bolt upright again. “What if we have to walk for days? I don’t have my bag! We have no camping equipment or … or food or — or clothes! ”
His eye almost twitched. Only almost though — it wouldn’t do to let her see any sign of weakness. “Just lie down, witch.”
It was a testament to the extent of her breakdown that she did just that. No arguments beyond a whispered but indignant, “I haven’t even got a bra on,” as she slumped down. Draco wasn’t sure if he was even meant to hear it.
So, obviously, he employed great tact in answering. “What about knickers?”
“Shut up, Malfoy.”
It was an answer even though it wasn’t, he thought.
His ears felt a little hot. Weird.
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