#Dramione AU

[bloodypriestess]

🦁🐍

The miraculous appearance of the Magical Mistletoe at the Yule Ball was a real gift for Draco Malfoy and a chance to change everything. The absence of any doubt in his eyes and the determined willingness to cling to her lips in a kiss literally shocked Hermione and, presumably, everyone present at the ball, too ☺️

[ivmaruva]

The Rockstar Draco/Journalist Hermione brainrot persists. 💀📝

What is he whispering to her? In my mind he’s telling her about ALL his piercings…

[goldandglittersblog]

Draco: Hey, How's the boyfriend?

Hermione: I've told you a hundred times that Ron and I broke up. Why do you keep asking this?

Draco: Feels incredibly good to hear the news.

[cocotamarindo]

“One moment together, before I go” Maybe it was easier when I thought I hated you, before your smirk began to look more like a confidential smile. A friend, a partner, a lover.

Victorian dramione au, where Draco and Hermione are forced to agree to an arranged marriage and feelings are a mess.

[rinamorten]

DRACO MALFOY AND THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING IN LOVE

"Granger?"

“What?”

“Tell your cat I said pspsps.”

Her smile was brightness. She turned and disappeared into the fire. "

And, briefly, it felt like there was less gravity in the room."

By @isthisselfcare 💕

[katsitsiyo]

All my love to @swottydoodler for taking on this comm! It’s a mashup of my current brainrots: Dramione and Baldur’s Gate 3 😅🥰

Tiefling Wizard/Cleric Hermione (bc obvs, the best dnd race for the best girl) and human Paladin Draco go on adventures together to weed out the lingering oppression after the defeat of Voldemort (and fall in love in the process 🤭😘)

Check out this twt thread with the AU backstory I made for these two. 🥰

[meidaesart]

"Where to, miss?"

"To the stars."

[meriyart]

another dramione au

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione AU Drabbles

The rain continued to linger. Sporadic showers falling onto the city with intention. Darkening the shadows as the sun continued to hide amongst the clouds.

But, Hermione felt as if she was stuck in the eye of a storm more torrential than the fickle rain that denied to go away. Not yet, it said. Just a little longer. It wanted to drive its point home. That autumn was tumbling, furiously to a close as the winter season closed in. It refused the arrival of the Santa Ana winds that typically hit Southern California this time of year. Each year, the winds grew fiercer and drier. And every winter proved wetter and colder.

Right now, the entire region was stuck somewhere in between. Hermione was also stuck. She was in no place to be intrigued by a man. Especially not by a man like Officer Draco Malfoy.

But she was.

Everything about the situation was wrong. He was an officer. She was a witch pretending to be an ordinary civilian. But that wasn’t even the most concerning element to all of this.

Hermione had a plan. She had been working on this plan for years. Quietly moving her way through a cold world, unseen. She put away every spare bronze mark she could. Scraping and skimping. Saving.

She was closer than ever. And now, all she could think about the spark of magic that ignited inside of her skin when Malfoy touched her. All she could think about was the way he looked at her. Like he had unexpectedly stumbled upon something he had been searching for.

She couldn’t stop thinking about little things. Like the sharp point of his nose or the hard lines of his jaw. The mysterious pale blue eyes. The hint of cigarette smoke and something spicy and woodsy that lingered on his clothes. He’d gotten close enough to her that she could smell him. Could bathe in his scent.

But, it didn’t make sense. For the most notorious Generals son to be at all interested in her. Even if she wasn’t magical, what could he possibly get from flirting with a girl like her?

Nothing, she reminded herself. Not a thing, she emphasized as she tightened the tie of her apron at her back before taking her hair down from the messy bun on top of her head. She ran her fingers through her mess of curls as her eyes darted to the clock on the wall. There was only ten minutes left until closing. And he still had not shown up.

Which was good, she reminded herself. That was great. That was ideal, actually.

And so, she went about cleaning off the empty tables. She emptied out the trash cans and swept the floor. She shut the machines down and washed the milk pitchers and cups. She did all this by hand.

At a minute past midnight, Hermione hung up her apron and turned up the volume to the music. She let it wash over her. The somber, romantic croon of the clarinet. The different saxophones, a tenor and an alto. The trumpet in B Flat. There were no lyrics, This song was all music, all feeling.

She wanted to dance. It was something she did, once upon a time. Something they all before the task force was introduced, sneaking through the streets in the middle of the night, getting into dance halls that were mostly underground.

She didn’t think they existed anymore. But in here, in this coffee shop, the music lives on. It lives in her heart. It keeps her company.

Hermione went into the back room and filled up the mop bucket before dunking the mop head into the soapy water. Using the handle of the mop, she steered the bucket and wheeled it out.

Only to find Malfoy standing in the middle of the little coffee shop. His blonde hair was damp from the rain. It looked darker, as it clung to his temples and to his forehead. His coat was slung over the back of a chair and he was dressed in his usual black uniform. But the collar of his starched shirt was unbutton to expose the damp pale skin, drops of water leaking from the ends of his hair until they rolled and rolled, disappearing behind the fabric.

“You came.” The words tumbled, freely, from her lips. They were unprovoked, they were unguarded. They betrayed her.

Malfoy’s mouth twitched up at the corners. She could have sworn that his eyes brightened as he dipped his head. But when he looked back up at her, everything about him was serious. Stoic.

“We’re closed.” She rushed the words out, eager to throw him off of her trail.

“I know,” He lifted his chin and took a step toward her. “But I’m afraid I needed to come by and ask you a very serious question.”

Hermione’s hand tightened around the mop handle. Was this about her blood status? She had to know that, eventually, the question would come up. She had always figure out a way to convince people that she was pure. Untainted. But this was General Malfoy’s son. What if he required proof?

She lifted up her own chin and shook the curls from her face. “Oh?” Her voice might have shook.

His eyes flicked up to the speakers that blared out the music. The song was on repeat, and had restarted thirty seconds before she found him standing there.

He outstretched his arm, holding his hand out to her, palm facing the sky. “Will you dance with me?”

Hermione took a step back, letting got of the mop. It clattered to the floor causing her to jump. “What?” Her eyes darted to the mop and back to him. He was smirking at her, his eyes unyielding as they held onto her.

Malfoy nodded and took a step closer.

Her heart began to flutter and her stomach flipped as he moved closer. His hand was between them, as he grew so close, she could smell him again. He must have just smoked a cigarette. It smelled fresh. It mixed with his cologne and the rain, creating an all new, intoxicating scent that would forever be imprinted into her brain. Core memory creation at its finest.

Despite his damp clothes, there was warmth radiating off of him. It felt like it was wrapping itself around her, pulling her in, threatening to wrap her into an embrace that might shatter her entire world.

Which is why she had to say no. She needed to deny him this dance. She needed to keep her head on straight. Push forward, remain faithful to the plan.

Except that she found the walls that had once been fortified around herself crumbling as she breathed him in. Because his other hand reached up and tucked one of her curls behind her ear. The intimate feeling of a feather light touch against the shell of her ear sent a shiver through her, and propelled her into the unknown.

Her hand slid into his. And for a moment, it was as if she had plucked herself up and removed her entire body and mind from this existence and found herself floating into an entire new realm.

His other hand was gentle and light as it rested at her hip. Almost timid, as their feet shuffled, stiffly from side to side. As their hips swayed, slowly. But her favorite part of the song was starting, and often, it felt as if Hermione’s body had no control when music reached out and sunk itself into her heart. Her eyes fluttered, threatening to close as his feet shuffled closer to hers. Her free hand moved to his shoulder and gripped onto the hard flesh there.

And it was as if Malfoy was falling into the hypnosis that so commonly latched onto people. Because his hand pressed more firmly into her hips before he slid around to the small of her back. The warmth that had threatened to steal her away began to wind its way around them, filling her entire body with heat as his fingers entwined with hers.

His chest pushed against her cheek and her eyelids finally succumbed, closing as he held her closer. His embrace was strong, firm. It was comforting.

She hadn’t been held in months. Hadn’t felt another human touch. Except for his. He had touched her three times, now, in only three days.

Something foreign was filling up her chest with hot air. She couldn’t admit to herself that it was not nerves as much as it was something stronger. Something dangerous.

Something like desire.

She could have sworn that as his cheek rested against the top of her head, that they were floating.

The music was winding up, a cacophony of beautiful instruments that all strung together, the horns louder than the clarinet before they dwindled, masterfully to a halt.

But they didn’t pull apart. They didn’t even stop swaying as Malfoy moved his hand up her spine, and around her shoulder. It settled, finally, at the back of her neck. The warm tips of his fingers were firmly pressed into her skin and she refused to open her eyes. She refused to pull away and face her new reality.

Because they were suddenly on a crash course for destruction. She could feel the chemistry between them. She could feel the bright curl of magic responding to the flare of sudden emotions charging deep inside of her.

“Hermione.” His voice caressed her as he wrapped his lips around her name. She suppressed another shiver before she opened her eyes and pulled back to look at him. She blinked rapidly up at him, eyes adjusting to the dim light of the coffee shop as his fingers stayed gently gripping onto her neck.

Something flicked in his expression, so quickly, she was unable to make it out. But his eyes were like a soft against her own. He licked at his lips and inhaled sharply. He held his breath for several seconds as she quickly gathered as much of hers as she could. But it was coming in short bursts, slivered through slightly parted lips.

It looked like he wanted to kiss her, it felt like she might want to let him.

But with an exhale, his hand fell and his eyes shifted to stare, once again out the window as another armored truck raced by. This one had no sirens, but the engine was so loud, just as menacing. Malfoy stepped away from her, leaving her body in a sudden chill.

“Will you be here tomorrow night?” His hands lifted so that his fingers could fasten the buttons at his collar.

She huffed out a breath of…what? Irritation? No, relief. Surely, it was relief. “I work every night except for Sunday and Monday.”

He nodded and picked up the coat from the nearby chair before quickly shrugging it on. He turned on his heels and aimed for the door. But, before he could reach for it, he hurried back over, grabbed the hand that had been linked with his own and lifted her knuckles to sweep his lips across them.

“Thank you,” he smirked. “For the dance.” And then he swept away from her. Leaving her, once again, totally speechless.

[arcaneniffler]

I started writing another fic!! This time, it is regency era dramione au.

I’m actually really excited for this one, so fingers crossed that I’ll write more than 2 chapters!😆

Where the spirit meets the bones

“So, have you thought about my offer?” He asked, leaning close to her. It took all of her self-restraint to take a step back.

“I have.” She said.

“And?”

“I’ll have to impolitely decline.”

———
Hermione Granger is supposedly a spinster, but she keeps declining every marriage proposal, because she’s in love with Ron Weasley. Too bad for her, since after breaking her heart 4 years ago, he now returns, with a fiancée in tow.
Draco Malfoy never intended to find a wife during his short visit to London, but when he finds himself more and more in the company of Miss Granger, he can’t help but form a plan in his head; the two of them pretend to be engaged, so he can stay in peace, and she can make Weasley jelous.
Will Hermione be able to refuse this proposal?

[dariaastrid]

Yesterday I fell asleep after getting ready for work and didn't have time to narrate my idea. Yesterday, I watched The Diplomat. To be honest, it's such a gentle variation of House of Cards, and I enjoyed it. The character reminds me of Hermione, and it was perfect for me, and how much I liked the dynamics of a crumbling marriage! So while I was watching, my head was full of ideas for a fic where Magical Britain tries to resolve a conflict about werewolves attacking the Aurors of France. So we have two diplomats from France and England trying to keep the world from slipping into the Third Magical while they fight and bicker. It could have been a great fic, but I won't be writing it of course, but Merlin what a good idea it is.

[dara-art]

to feel love

fulfilled hopes on the seashore

[cvldbones]

these are the hands of fate (a dramione soulmate AU)

Her hand collided with his face with as much force as she could muster. She felt a flare of triumph as he staggered back, his pale hand covering the red stain beginning to break out across his cheek.

“You foul – you evil – ”

She was dimly aware of Ron’s hands trying to snag around her waist to tug her away, and she was winding her arm back to swing again when she caught sight of something on her palm.

A faint outline, growing darker by the second, of – is that a – constellation?

When she looked up, Malfoy was staring at her in shock. His hand slowly lowered until she could make out a similar etch on his cheek where – where she had –

“Are those – soulmarks?” Ron blurted.

And that’s how Hermione learned she had a soulmate.

Read part one on AO3!

[goldandglittersblog]

Blaise: If you had to pick any gryffindor to date who would you choose?

Theo: I don't know.

Blaise: Me neither.

Draco: Granger

Blaise:

Theo:

Narcissa:

Lucius:

Voldemort:

White Peacocks from the Malfoy estate:

Crookshanks:

Harry:

Ron:

Draco: IDONTKNOWMENEITHER!!

[cocotamarindo]

Will I continue to make more Dramione AU? Claro que yes!

[rinamorten]

REMAIN NAMELESS

"Gifts and words of affirmation, the two love languages of Draco. I love you. He said it constantly. For a man completely new to openly sharing his emotions, Draco seemed unable to contain them now."

— by @heyjude19-writing 💕