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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 05/06/2026

Hi everyone! I know I write a lot of Dramione fics, but I also am a bit fan of Avatar too! Here’s the link to a fic I’m writing in Ao3 if anyone would like to read! It’s a retelling of the Legend of Korra where Korra has to restore Aang’s family—all seven of his children, after his death. Enjoy!🙂

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The Legend of Korra: A Reimagining - Chapter 1 - DramaQueenLyra - Avatar: Legend of Korra, Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005) [Archive of Our Own]

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

But he kept the letter. He would always keep the letter. The only known token of his father’s vulnerability—his love. It was funny; even with all his father’s wealth, this was all he had to truly give. Draco inhaled a breath of acceptance. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

As the priest gave the final benediction, Draco took his own family and turned on his heels. And as he turned from his father, he buried this pain with him too. He vowed to never taint his own children with the same.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

His children would not know of his love through a letter from the grave, but here, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, in this moment. He picked up Scorpius, muddy and all, and squeezed Hermione’s hand.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

He looked to Scorpius, who has now ruined his entire suit with mud, and to the daughter that Hermione was now carrying in her womb. The weird taste in his mouth and burning never went away, but his eyes were clearer now. He understood what this all was for.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Or maybe the lesson was reminder to Draco—to make sure that the relationship with his own children didn’t end like this. That the one way to “beat” his father, is to give his children better than what he had.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

It was the poetic irony that offered Draco a small bit of joy. That his son—the same child that his father vowed to never acknowledge—was quite literally, dancing on his grave. Maybe this is was Hermione was talking about.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Scorpius, now a mere two months shy of turning three, stood innocently oblivious to the entire situation. Instead, he actually seemed quite amused, even in the cold and rainy weather, as he ruined his loafers by jumping in the mud puddles at the gravesite.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

“This isn’t just about you and him,” she said simply. Which is why, in his other hand, Draco held onto the tiny, pudgy fingers of his own son.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

He even tried to convince her to not come, at first. That she had far better things to do than to grieve his father. His father, the same man that spat the word “𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥” to her face, was the last person deserving of her respects.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

He felt himself getting angry all over again. That’s when he felt her hand squeeze his. She knew. She knew was he was feeling in that moment, and held him tighter. She knew that she couldn’t take away the pain, so she decided to stand in it with him.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Instead, his father bows out, taking the easy route of showing his love and regret through a letter, rather than looking him in the eyes. And once again, Draco is left to pick up the pieces, absolve the guilt and pain, and pay for his father’s sins. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮!

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Twelve years. That’s how long he and his father went without speaking. He had lived an entirely new life in that time, and not once did his father care to reach out to him. He didn’t even care to tell him that he was sick.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

Instead, he dangled the possibility of atonement and reconciliation in front of him like he was some kind of animal. Obediently and patiently waiting for his meal—his father’s approval—just to have it thrown away. The bloody coward.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺…⁣ ⁣ 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳…⁣ ⁣ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦…𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶… Damn him. No, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮.⁣ ⁣ 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. All these years, he could have said these words to him while he was living. It would have as least repaired some part of their relationship.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

He…𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥.⁣ ⁣ It was in a letter given to him by his mother the day after he died. Written by his own hand—with penmanship unsteady from the weakness of his illness—and sealed with the Malfoy crest.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

From verbal to physical abuse to cruel and unusual punishment, Lucius knew how to show who wielded the power. And for his final act, he didn’t hold back. It was actually the most cruel thing of all. The most sadistic and ruthless thing you could do to a son after all these years.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

And that was the problem—he didn’t want to cry for him. It made him feel like his father had won. As if he was that small child cowering in the corner all over again. But Lucius Malfoy had made the art of bring his son down to size an art form.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

But no, his father was a fucker even in death, and somehow managed to have Draco shaking a crying silent tears at the foot of his grave.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

He just wanted this day to end—to bury his father and pretend that the past thirty years of pain and suffering he caused him never happened. The bastard could have at least afforded him that.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

He couldn’t name it at that moment. All he knew was that it left a weird taste in his mouth, and an odd burning in his throat that prevented him from swallowing his emotions like he had done so many times before.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

But in the relief that he could finally breathe again—or maybe even for the first time. Instead, a new beast was being born in the place once occupied by the vitriol for his father. 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵? 𝘏𝘶𝘳𝘵? 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳?⁣ ⁣ 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵?

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

You would think that the amount of times he had cursed his father, the amount of times he said he hated him, that he had waited for this day. That a small part of him would relish in it—not boastfully or in epicaricacy.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 24/02/2026

It was so fascinating to him. Her knowing exactly when he needed her. With no solicitation. No question.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

In the meantime, she would have to let him continue to view her through rose colored glasses, blissfully unaware that their marriage as he knew it was damned to hell.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

How far he was from the truth? So she chose to play along. She definitely couldn’t crush him like this. Not here. Not now. Soon enough, surely.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

“Well then, let’s get you home. My mom has made a big meal for you, or should I say, ‘partner’?” He had always told her that she was too good for him—too smart, too beautiful, too out of his league. He was always grateful that someone like her decided to marry someone like him.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

“Mione, are you alright?” She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, I just missed you too.” Great. A cheater, a liar, and a coward. Ron took her chin and kissed her deeply. She wondered if he could taste him on her lips.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Ron pulled up in his car, and she wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks. “Mione, love!” he said, taking her into a bear hug, “Oh, how I’ve missed you!” She stiffened, his touch filling her with bile and guilt all over again.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

She flew back home, trying to cry out all the tears that she could before Ron picked her up. She told herself that she would tell him right away—that the only chance at saving any part of her marriage would be to tell him outright.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Their flight back home was in five hours. They got up and got dressed with barely no words between them. “This can’t happen again,” she said. “Okay,” he replied. Now they are both liars.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Draco lay asleep next to her, the sheets falling low below his waist and a smug grin on his face. She knew that he wouldn’t feel bad for her, now that she had the obligation of telling her husband of their encounter. But how could he be? She was his now.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

She didn’t sleep at all that night. He took her time and time again—her body reaching a high that she had never felt in her life. But at what cost? This was cheating. An active decision to commit adultery. Knowingly breaking the vow that she took before her husband.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

She knew Draco had more to give before this moment even happened. The way he could do things to her body without even touching her. He carried her to his bed, shucking her heels and dress off as they entered the point of no return.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

With no second thought, she jumped into his arms—their lips fighting each other for dominance. She was a woman starved—Ron was sweet and kind, but in all three years of their marriage, he had never made her feel like this.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Instead, he gave her a choice. Challenging her with the awareness of what she was doing. It was what both infuriated and attracted her to him.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

If she was upfront and honest, she and Ron could work through this. She would apologize profusely and they could get counseling—she could still save her marriage.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Damn him. She wanted him to take her into his arms, swift and easy, and extinguish the fire in her. That way she could say that it was the heat of the moment—they were drunk (which, she really wasn’t anymore), and it just happened.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

“Granger, if we cross this line, I’m not going to be able to stop. You know that.”

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

How his stomach filled with vitriol whenever she left with him. They both knew why she was there and they both knew what they wanted.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

And he felt it too. How he waited for her each morning with her coffee just how she liked it. How he spent hours of the day imagining her from her hair to her eyes, to the curves of her silhouette.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

From mornings of spending hours making sure her makeup was just right, to nights of imagining that it was Draco and not Ron laying next to her had only fed the flames.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

Some words didn’t need to be spoken. What Hermione failed to admit to herself was that this fire in her gut didn’t ignite overnight. Years of stolen glances and words unsaid brought her here.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

So then why was she standing at Draco Malfoy’s hotel room at two o’clock in the morning? He opened the door swifter than she expected, as if he was waiting for her to come. They spent a good moment not saying anything at all to each other—simply staring into each other’s eyes.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

She told herself that she would tell Ron that they got caught up in the moment—that they drank a bit too much and pecked each other on the lips. Not a complete lie, right? It was stupid and foolish, and meant nothing.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

But they won the case and she made partner. She needed someone to celebrate it with.

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dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social @dramaqueenlyra.bsky.social · 17/01/2026

She should have stopped at the first kiss. Should have. And she did, at first. She pushed him away as soon as she remembered that she was a married woman, and reminded him of it too. Should they have been drinking that much at a work event to begin with? Probably not.

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