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[brainiest]

 
"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!" 

 

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[depicted]

[Hermione?

Dorian walks over to the source of the sound. And he remembers the mirror: a gift from last Yule and a hundred years ago. He grasps the handle, lifts it up so he can see her properly.]

Thanks for what? [Managing to sound innocent about that because he . . . genuinely doesn't know what she's thanking him for. Derp.] It's good to see you. Oh—are you heading to sleep? [based on how she is in the duvet and all.]

[His night shirt is still only half on]

[brainiest]

You know exactly what for.

[ She's in her own nightclothes, of course, the same set she had worn when he'd been here and slept with her - at her side! - and she's as comfortable as she can be with the creeping darkness around her. Even his own state of undress doesn't distract her; she just smiles and shakes her head. ]

I was about to try. It's... The first time without the potion. I can't use it forever.

[ Hence the nerves. ]

[depicted]

[Ah, now he does know. He puts down the mirror a second so he can finally put his night shirt on. Then he picks it back up and gets into his own bed.]

There is something I hear drug dealers say about sampling their own product.

[He may be teasing her, but he has taken her mirror with him into bed.]

[brainiest]

I'm not a drug dealer.

[ She reaches to pick up her mirror again, tilting it so she can look at him before she smiles and shakes her head. ]

But I do appreciate it. The servants spoke very fondly of you, even if they didn't mention any names.

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That's kind of them. [He'll just fix the pillow up so that it can get pinioned properly so Dorian can turn on his side and look at her.] I didn't expect them to keep the secret, in truth.

[brainiest]

It wasn't too hard to work out who was sending me my own potions, Dorian.

[ She thumbs the hilt of the mirror before she sighs. ]

I didn't mean to bother you. You must be tired.

[depicted]

So must you. I thought you wanted company. For sleeping.

[brainiest]

[ She pauses, eyebrow rising. ]

I don't need sleeping company. Not - I'm fine.

[ She says, pink. ]

[depicted]

If you say so. But don't mind if I just fall to sleep like this. [He punctuates this point with a yawn and the shutting of his eyes.]

[brainiest]

[ She softens. ]

Dorian, if I do...

[ Have a nightmare. She hisses. ]

You can turn the mirror away.

[depicted]

I promise not to turn the mirror off if it seems like you're having a really engaging dream.

[He doesn't mean nightmares.]

[brainiest]

Dorian!

[ She frowns, leaning forward. ]

That better not mean what I think it means.

[depicted]

[He is so good at looking so innocent. It's the devil's magic.]

I'm not certain what you might be alluding to. I only mean that I respect your privacy.

[brainiest]

[ She raises her eyebrows... Before she shakes her head and smiles. ]

Of course. How could I ever imagine otherwise?

WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS shouts dorian gray totally convincingly as he cradles hermione to his heart

[depicted]

Go to sleep, Hermione. [He flicks the mirror at the forehead.] I'll be here.

love me love me say that you love me

[brainiest]

[ She hesitates before she nods, settling down. Then, her voice, quiet: ]

Thank you.