#Hermione Ganger

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Arangtriestodraw DTIYS

In order to help celebrate @arangtriestodraw on instagrams 1K I participated in her DTIYS challenge.

What is a little throat grab between friends.

[sapphicmicrofics]

The majority of the fics submitted for this challenge are posted to tumblr and reblogged onto this blog (a list of ships that have been written can be found here), but we also have this AO3 collection and there are a lot of incredible fics being posted there that don’t make it to tumblr. I still want to highlight those because honestly some of them are amazing.

They’re sorted per prompt and have the basic information, but check the tags before reading!

This event is being run through @hpsaffics and the rules can be found here, a list of all upcoming prompts is here.

Prompt: Smile

A Battle Lost || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 303 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ

Prompt: In Between

In Between Times || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: sidewave

Prompt: Different

Something Different || Lily Luna Potter/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 41 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Lips

Live Forever || Astoria Greengrass/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 44 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 Challenge Accepted || Ginny Weasley/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Explicit || Words: 1357 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ Hints of Lily || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 37|| Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 Her Lips || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 51 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil Summoned || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 37|| Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: “I Didn’t Mean That”

A Woman Like That || Alecto Carrow/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Explicit || Words: 2412 || Archive Warnings: Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-con || Author: dont_try_this A Reminder || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 43 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 I (won’t) lie to you || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil

Prompt: Genuine

We Choose You || Dorcas Meadowes/Mrs Zabini/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 237 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ Like Herself || Lily Luna Potter/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 37 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Beach

If She Cared || Narcissa Malfoy/Sirius Black || Rating: Mature || Words: 47 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 The beach house || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil

Prompt: Hair Dye

Gold rush || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 1232 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: speakvoices

Prompt: “Can I Kiss You?”

Same Moment, Different Time || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy, Ginny Weasley/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 331 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ

Prompt: Museum

Hypocrite || Andromeda Tonks/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 152 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Creativity_In_Little_Time A Shrine of How it Had Been || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 45 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Regret

Regret is oversteeped tea || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: sidewave

[celesteablack]

banna mujhe Hermione Ganger hai par kaam mere saare Ron Weasley wale hain

[holdupjack]

The Asylum Pt.1

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Pairing: Hermione Ganger x Fem!Reader

AU: Earlier 1900’s & Horror

WARNING: 18+ MINORS DNI/SUGGESTED RÄPE/GORE

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Third Person P.O.V:

July 1899

Y/n let out an anxious breath as she looked upon the Brightwood Asylum in the remote location in the north of Ireland.

Woods surrounded the structure, they were all dead and rotted, Y/n couldn't even see a living tree anywhere around her.

A bad omen.

Two horse-drawn buses stood dormant in the vacant lot as Y/n strolled near it, the animals were nowhere to be found. Her eyes shifted across the straps that lay on the ground, they had been cut free intentionally, but why?

It was a long walk to and from, and she should know, no one would take her here in the town a few kilometers/miles away. The feeling of eyes on her as she trudged her way through the woods was very prevalent.

Y/n looked back at the building and noticed it was eerily quiet, which was confusing since this place had bared windows that were always open. People in town had said that they could hear the patients screaming at night after most of the citizens had gone home.

One man she had talked to had said that the shrieks were the most common, but the calling for help from anyone, god, and the devil was the hardest to bear when he was outside past dusk.

Y/n had asked about a new patient that was brought here a few months ago, a woman around her age, that was accused of witchcraft in England.

The man had asked for a picture, to which the young woman quickly dug one out of her coin purse and showed him.

Hermione Granger, her girlfriend.

It had been a dubious trail, a constable had grown quite fond of Hermione since they crossed paths on her way to work in the local factory.

She had turned down his advancements kindly, but that wasn't enough. He had tried to force himself upon her one night, but Hermione was able to get away and run back home to her 'roommate'.

Like clockwork a few days later, she was placed in handcuffs under the suspicion of witchcraft. It turns out that the constable was a very well-liked and influential man, his reach stretched far into the justice system.

When Hermione arrived at the courtroom later that week, she had asked for a barrister to represent her in the trial, to which she soon found out that the officer had blacklisted her from any willing help.

She was completely ostracized.

Before Y/n knew it, her girlfriend was sentenced to life at Brightwood Asylum as a 'willing participant' for their observations.

Y/n was horrified by the letters Hermione would send her before they randomly stopped a month ago.

Her hand snuck into her coat pocket and pulled out the last letter she had received from her girlfriend.

'June 11th, 1899

Dear Y/n,

As you remember in my last letter, I have been hearing rumors from other women in the female ward that an uprising was on the horizon. It wasn't till this morning that my fears were confirmed, a woman named Susan, who suffers from random outbursts of chaotic episodes, came into my room and told me to stay inside tonight. She told me to not come out no matter what I heard or saw and to keep my door locked until another woman came to get me.

Susan kept insisting that I should not open my door to any man or doctor. I'm terrified of what tonight will entail.

If you do not hear from me again, please don't come here looking for answers.

Please Y/n, I need you to stay safe.

I forgot to ask you in my last letter, but didn't the moon look lovely last night?

Patiently waiting for your letters.

- Hermione Granger'

Y/n eyes shifted back onto the seemingly empty asylum as she folded the letter back into her pocket, and sighed,

"I can't just sit in our home and wonder what has happened to you" she whispers as she looks around the lot one last time.

Then she noticed a horse chewing on some grass at the edge of the treeline, at first she thought it was one of the bus horses, but then spotted a constable logo on the blanket under the saddle.

The man's story in town popped into her mind.

"A few weeks ago the screaming just stopped. At first, everyone was relieved! We watched as the day shift was taken up the trail the next morning, but the night shift never came down. That's when we knew something horrible had happened, the chief of police sent a group of men up there that night, and guess what? They haven't returned either."

Y/n shook her head and slowly made her way up to the entrance of the building, the doors rattled as she tried to open them, but it was locked tight.

She raised her knuckles to knock, but hushed whispers seeped through the cracks.

"Someone's at the doors, do you think it's the chief?" a man asks as another scoff in detest.

"No, he's too much of a git to come up here. Too afraid to see the monsters he created" he replied as the voice got closer to the door.

"Who is it." a gruff man asks through the door and Y/n clears her throat to respond clearly.

"My name is Y/n Y/l/n. I've come to check in on my friend, Hermione Granger. I haven't received a letter from her in quite some time, and I am worried" she replies, and it's quiet on the other end for a moment.

"The Asylum is closed until further notice, have the Chief of Police contact us for further orders" he replies, and Y/n furrows her brows in confusion.

"The Chief of Police? What does he have to do with this?" she asks and a sad chuckle comes from behind the door.

"Everything kid...everything."

Y/n paused and began hearing footsteps walk away, which made her panic.

"Wait! Is she okay?" she calls out, and the footsteps stop.

"Who were you looking for again?" a frail man's voice asks, someone different.

"Hermione Granger, she's on the third floor of the woman's ward, room 11B" Y/n replies as she hears the shuffling of paper.

"She is still alive, but please, leave before you get hurt," he says and Y/n shook her head out of pure confusion.

Still alive? Before you get hurt?

What the hell is going on?

"Wait-"

"We must go, I'm sorry"

"Hey! Wait! Tell me what's going on here!" Y/n yells as she pounds on the door, but it is no use, her questions aren't going to get answered with a door between her and the voices.

Y/n backed up into the lot and looked around the front of the building, Hermione had written in one of her letters that her window had a beautiful view of the town, so that must mean her room in the front.

She had said the female ward was on the right, but did she mean facing the building or away?

"Dammit" Y/n sighs as she began walking around the huge facility, looking for a ladder or basement that they might have left open.

"Please be a ladder-please be a ladder-"

Of course, there was no ladder, just a small walk down towards a door marked 'basement' in the back.

"For love" Y/n reminded herself as she slowly stepped down to the door, which she now realized had a bloody handprint smeared on it.

"If that doesn't scream 'walk in here and we'll kill you', then I don't know what does" she whispers with a nervous chuckle as the door opened with ease.

The smell of sulfur was pungent, almost making Y/n double back in disgust as she pressed her wrist to her nose.

"Oh god" she mumbled in horror as she closed the door behind her quietly, the hall had a track on one side, and the words 'MORGUE' with an arrow painted on the wall towards the door she came through.

There was a small building in the back that had a smoke stack coming from its small metal pipe in the roof like a blazing fire was stuck inside.

Y/n wouldn't be surprised if there was a cremator in it, it was the easiest way to hide any evidence of foul play for an Asylum.

Hermione had said that they seemed to be experimenting on any patients which caused a ruckus in the building.

This happened a lot, because there were many people stuck in this building with mental illnesses and disorders we don't understand yet.

Y/n found it horrible what they did to people who just don't understand what they have done wrong. Sometimes she thought the doctors didn't know either

The light flickered above her as she slowly walked down the passageway, a small whisper could be heard as she made her way toward the stairs next to the closed elevator.

It was locked purposely, a chain was wrapped around the door that would usually be pulled back to let someone off. To Y/n's surprise, she found a young man curled up and rocking in the fetal position, in his late teens, he was the whispering she had heard.

"Dr.Matthews doesn't like it when I'm not in my cell-but where is he?-is he sleeping in the supply closet with Nurse Rose again? No. I think he was the next to be-"

Suddenly the man looks up and stares at Y/n, her eyes widening in horror at the missing skin and tissue that is supposed to cover his right cheek. She could see his teeth without him having to open his mouth.

"You're not supposed to be here" he sang as he stood up and got closer to the steel door, Y/n opened her mouth a few times as she stared into his eyes.

"Who locked you in here?" she asked as he fiddled with the name bracelet on his wrist.

It said, Regi Willis.

"Dr.Matthews said he would be back for me, but he never returned yesterday" he mumbled as Y/n looked around the hall, she gazed near the stairs and noticed a dragging trail of blood that led through the broken-down door.

"I saw Willie take him in there, he screamed for so long until he either got away or gave in" Regi states as she looks back at him.

"I'll be right back, let me see if he dropped the key nearby" she whispers as he just nods and stares at his feet.

Y/n slowly followed the trail that no one should ever purposely investigate, but she just can't leave him to die in an elevator.

Slowly she poked her head into the dimly lit stairway and shut her eyes immediately at the sight she saw.

Presumably, Dr.Matthews lay on his stomach against the stairs. His pants and undergarments had been forcibly ripped away, and it wouldn't take a genius to put together what had happened to him. Dried blood trails had left paths down the back of his legs.

"Oh god..." Y/n whispered as she opened her eyes again and slowly walked over to what was left of his pants, which lay next to his body.

Her hands shook uncontrollably as she searched for the key, hoping to save at least more than one person from this god-forsaken place.

"Help me" a horse voice whispers next to her, causing Y/n to stumble away, looking at what she thought was a dead body. His eyes were barely open, and his lips were cracked from lack of hydration.

"Dr.Matthews?" Y/n whispers as a tear falls from the corner of his eye onto the wooden stairs.

"Please help me," he said again, and Y/n nodded quickly.

"I am, I've come for my friend, but I'll have this place swarming with help soon" she replies as he begins to sob, either in relief that this nightmare was almost over or the fact that it would still be a while before any help came.

Y/n wasn't sure.

"He broke my spine, I can't move" Dr.Matthews whispers as Y/n quickly searches through his pants pocket, and finds the key.

"Regi might be able to help, let me go unlock him," Y/n says and the doctor sighs in relief.

"He's okay? Thank god" he states as Y/n quickly runs towards the elevator.

"Regi? Dr.Matthews needs your help. Do you think you can carry him to the town hospital?" Y/n asks as she finds him still standing where she left him.

"Yes. Dr.Matthews is my friend! He saved me from the room with the lightning" he replies as the Y/n shoved the key in the lock and watched as the chain fell to the ground.

As she opened the door, Regi quickly stepped out and walked toward the stairway, Y/n followed after and stuffed the key in her pants pocket.

"Hi, Dr.Matthews" Regi whispered as he stood at the doorway, biting his nails, the doctor let out a soft chuckle and sighed happily.

"Hi Regi, are you alright?" he asks as Y/n takes off her coat and places it around the man's lower region.

"I'm okay, are you okay?" he asked as he stepped closer and watched the young woman slowly flip the doctor onto his back.

"No, I'm not" he replies calmly, almost like he wasn't just desperately asking for help earlier.

"Regi, I need you to carry Dr.Matthews to town. He'll be able to get help and save some more of your friends in here." Y/n says as the young boy nods and begins to take the older man into his arms.

"You're my friend now, right?" he asked and Y/n smiled at the boy.

"Of course Regi, my name is Y/n" she replies as the boy smiles back, looking happy that she had agreed to be his friend.

"I have four friends now Dr.Matthews," he says happily, to which the older man smiled.

"That's wonderful Regi, maybe we could all get together and eat dinner after all of this?" he asks and the boy grinned, his loose skin stretching around his exposed teeth.

Even in tremendous pain, the doctor still cared about his patients more than anything.

"Oh Y/n, take this key in my front pocket before we depart" the doctor states as she quickly pulls out a silver skeleton key from his shirt pocket.

"This will unlock most doors in the facility," he says as his eyes meet hers.

"Will it open the cells?" she asks and his eyebrows flew up in surprise.

"No, why would you want to do that?" he asks and Y/n lets out a breath.

"My...friend is here, and she's not supposed to be" Y/n whispers as she averted her gaze.

"Who is it?" Regi asks as he taps his fingers on Dr.Mathews's side in an unknown rhythm, she quickly looks back at him with a smile.

"Hermione Granger, she's on the third floor" she replies as his smile resurfaces like an empty water bottle that had been held underwater.

"She's my friend too, she gives me her pudding at lunch" he stated as Y/n chuckled, and slowly escorted them back into the hall.

"That sounds like her, I bet she'd love it if all of us got together" Y/n states as points to the door at the end of the corridor. Maybe it was just to calm the boy's mind, or maybe it was to calm her own, but these promises did sound nice. Especially in the place she has not even been in for half an hour.

"Go out that door and follow the road back to town, Dr.Matthews will get help and hopefully get this mess handled," Y/n says as Regi nods as the doctor begins to speak to him in a quiet voice, something about getting him some honey-covered fruit. She watched the boy shuffle off to the door at the end of the long hallway, noticing the way his body shifted from side to side with each step.

Once she heard the door creak open and slam shut again, a sudden feeling of isolation took over Y/n's body. Feeling the way the air on her body stood at attention in the dim lighting, the distant songs of yelling and footsteps made it even more uncomfortable for her.

Her eyes slowly turned toward the stairs case, a beat of sweat across her forehead as she took a deep breath. One foot in front of the other. That's it. Just take it slow.

Each step up the stairs was quiet and calculated. All she had to do was sneak up to the third floor, get through the male ward, across the lobby, and into the female ward.

Easier said than done.

Once she made it to the main floor, she could hear the men from the front door were bickering to each other. Y/n slowly peeked her head around the corner, seeing their silhouettes dancing against the wall.

"Are you sure Willie has been secured back in his cell? God, did you see what he did to Dr.Matthews? It wasn't supposed to be like this man, we were only trying to get better care, but the-" the frail voice was cut off by the more dominant one, who silenced him with a simple wave us his hand.

"Yes, that monster is back in his secured cell, and speaking of Doctor Matthews, why don't you put him in the incinerator out back?" he responded and Y/n's eyes widened in fear. What the hell is going to happen when they realize he's gone?

"Incinerator? Do you hear yourself? That man may have been a whore, but at least he was kind-" he was cut off again.

"Don't you get it, Bernie? If the Chief finds out that we let one of our hostages get assaulted to death, don't you think he'll have us lined up against the wall?! This is life or death for us, so do as you're told! And kill Regi! His yapping mouth will give us away for sure!" The gruff man yelled as Y/n saw one of the shadows move quickly, which caused her to throw caution to the window and run up the next flight of stairs.

Y/n found the second floor to be completely pitch black, even the emergency lights were busted out. She squinted her eyes in the darkness before shaking her head and taking her chances to sneak up to the third floor. This time she was much quieter again, her head peaking over the railing to see a figure walking down to the basement.

She didn't have time, and a hiding place was the best option at the moment. Y/n took a small breath before finally making it to the fully lit third floor.

"Mark! Mark! Dr.Matthews is gone!" A voice rang out before Y/n felt the hairs stand up even taller, her body subconsciously moved into the empty hallway before quietly fitting under the nurse's station desk. Her heart pounded like someone was squeezing clay between their fingers and letting go.

She pulled in a chair to cover herself better on the exposed side of the desk. Y/n could hear the sound of footsteps running up and down the stairwell. Panicked voices repeating questions or not even getting them answered.

"Someone's here! Someone has to be here! Who would have let Regi out of the elevator? Dr.Matthews was dead! Or at least at its doorstep!" The man, apparently named Mark, says. The other one, Bernie, was mumbling incoherent prayers, almost like he was on the verge of tears.

Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as she heard the footsteps get closer, slowly coming up the stairwell and into the hallway. Then it was quiet, a few sniffles from Bernie passed by until a deep breath was let out.

"That kid from the door...what was her name?" Mark asks almost directly in front of the nurse's station. Y/n covered her mouth to stifle the loud breathing that tried to escape her as her heart pounded like a drum circle.

"Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n" Bernie responded as he took a deep breath as well, but much shakier than Marks. Then there was silence again.

"She had said that Hermione was the reason she was here" Mark hummed as his footsteps slowly walked toward the other end of the hallway, back toward the stairs. Y/n wanted to move, but the chair was in her way, and she's screwed if it scrapped on the ground or slammed into something else.

All she had to do was wait.

"Look for her, now"

This might take a while.

[profesionalhater]

So…

If let’s say I were to start writing fan-fiction in which Hermione Ganger and Viktor Krum end up together would y’all read it ? Because I feel like that’s such a gold mine.

Update: I did (Concussions and Something Else by fromalewithlove on AO3 if anyone is interested) :)

[crookshanksshipsdramione]

fluffy dramione story told through newspaper articles

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

this is part 10 (end)

April, 30 2022

BREAKING: Draco Malfoy, and his wife, the Hermione, are expecting their first child together.

Hermione revealed her bump on Monday when she and her husband send his son, Scorpius, off to Hogwarts School for his fourth year. The notoriously private couple didn’t confirm the pregnancy, but they didn’t deny it either. This would mark the first time a Malfoy had more than one child in several generations. Yesterday, when Narcissa Malfoy was asked about the happy news, she told the reporter to “stay the Merlin out of [her] daughter-in-law’s uterus” but insiders told us that she was in an uncharacteristically good mood all evening, giving out home-made cookies with pink springles on top to her neighbors.

DAILY PROPHET

Hermione Granger-Malfoy gives birth to twin girls.

London (2022). Theodore W. Nott, Draco Malfoy’s lawyer released the following statement this Monday morning: “It is with the utmost delight that I can share, Mr. D.L. Malfoy (41) and Mrs. H.J. Ganger-Malfoy (41), have welcomed twin-girls last Saturday. They have named their daughters Cosima and Viola Malfoy and ask for privacy at this time. Mother and children are healthy and their brother, Scorpius, is excited to get to know them. Their father, who signs my paychecks, is definitely not a hormonal fool who won’t stop talking about how his daughters have the wildest blonde curls he has ever seen”.

[kittycatvlogs24]

Fandoms I Write For and Rules

I write for...

Marvel:

Loki Laufeyson (all versions) Sylvie Mobuis M. Mobuis Natasha Romanoff Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Thor Peter Parker (all versions) Bucky Barnes Tony Stark Steve Rogers Bruce Banner

Harry Potter

Golden Trio (Harry Potter, Hermione Ganger, and Ron Weasley) Slytherin Boys (Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Blaise Zabini) Pansy Parkinson Ginny Weasley Fred and George Weasley Luna Lovegood Neville Longbottom

The Arcana

Julian Portia Nadia Asra Muriel Lucio

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker Kylo Ren Rey

(I don't really write much Star Wars, sorry).

What I Am Ok Writing:

1. Fluff

2. Light Smut

3. (Also regular Smut)

4. Headcanons

5. Letters

6. Reactions

7. One Shots

8. Series

9. I am willing to include kinks

Note:

I am ok writing poly relationships

I write ships and character x reader stuff

For the character x reader writing, if you want a specific gender please mention it because I mostly write gender neutral reader.

What I Am Not Ok Writing:

1. Adult x underage is serious no no, will not do it ever 2. No disgusting themes involving vore nd such 3. Obsession, stalking, etc. 4. No incest!! (Including step siblings and step parents) 5. No forceful sexual contact 6. Will only do writings with consent!!! 7. No cheating! 8. No student x teacher/professor 9. No pain (rough sex is ok), piss, age rp kinks and etc.

Other Notes:

If you have any questions just message me personally and I will answer as soon as possible.

Have a good day and don't be afraid to ask me anything or make a request :)

Have a good day/night and stay safe!

[undercover-ballerina]

Hermione Ganger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 9

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55013782/chapters/142097590

After talking to Hermione and seemingly getting her to talk to him again, Draco returned to his rooms. They were not very different from Hermione’s but his sofa was black leather and the rest of his furniture was black too. He didn’t even like black, but this had been Snape’s flat and he didn’t want to change it. His Godfather was never an affectionate man but he had always been kind to Draco and he missed him.

He had not understood a word of what Hermione had said, but he was pretty sure that that fucking book was at least part of the reason she had been avoiding him. Muggles were probably writing stories depicting him even worse than he felt about himself. He took out his pensieve and revisited the memory.

Not that using his pensieve with memories of his evenings with Hermione was new. He did that almost every day, trying to figure out what he did right or wrong depending on her reactions. He had been fancying her since that very first day when they had found out about the whole Harry Potter books fiasco. He told himself he shouldn’t fancy her, because she could be nice and friendly to him, but surely, she could never forget how he’d treated her, how she had been tortured in his own drawing room as he looked helplessly at her. But sometimes he felt like, maybe, she wanted him too. The mixed signals drove him crazy. He had tried, really really hard, to avoid wanking to thoughts of her, but that battle had been lost long ago. Her lips, her hands, he legs, all of her, now haunted his dreams.

After the fourth time he had revisited the memory he thought he had everything down. He had to find this internet, wherever it may be, and look for this AO3… webshite? No, websight. Yes, definitely websight. Or wherever the fan fiction was kept. It all sounded like gibberish to him. Oh, and Dramione, that weird word on the cover of that blasted book. That seemed important too. He needed help from someone who would know about such things. A muggle born, he would ask a muggle born student. Who could he trust?

[dhr-ao3]

the heart & other idiosyncrasies

the heart & other idiosyncrasies https://ift.tt/uoyAW9s by treacherously "Ganger." Malfoy scoffed. His dry expression void of disgust and vanity. His skin dirty, scarred. All that remained were haunted eyes. The shackles around his wrists clanked. Blood oozed from a fresh wound. "Here to finish me off?" ----- AU/Hogwarts 8th Year. Hermione, unable to restore her parents memories, makes a deal with former Death Eater current Azkaban prisoner, Draco Malfoy. He will teach her what little legitimacy he knows, in exchange she will act as his solicitor and free him. Words: 2916, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott Additional Tags: Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Forced Collaboration, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, only for the first chapter and don't worry there's always a side of, Ron Bashing, Eventual Smut, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, Mutual Pining, Depression, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, posessive draco malfoy, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Trauma, Idiots in Love, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, will update tags as I post, Legilimens Draco Malfoy, Legilimens Hermione Granger via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/3ucsenE June 07, 2024 at 09:35PM

[yourfave-griffindor]

Harry leans on the railing of the astronomy tower looking down at the falling snow. He just managed to get away from Hermione and Ron. After they Q&A’d him about what’s going on with him and Ginny.

“It’s a nice view isn’t it, potter” a voice stays from the staircase. It can only be one person who calls him potter. Malfoy.

“Yes, it’s quite a view” harry starts “what are you doing here? Shouldn’t u be with your bodyguards”

“Them two idiots make me feel like…what’s that Muggle scientists name?”

“Einstein?” Harry asks

“Yes Einstein…” harry turns in a 90 degree angle to see Malfoy walking closer. He turns back to the view when Malfoy reaches the railing.

Malfoy leans on the railing. Almost smiling. Almost. It was a comfortable silence until Malfoy broke it.

“Why are u with Ganger and Weasly? Or weaslette?” Draco asks. His eyes stay in focus of the view in front of him.

“Hermione and Ron.” Harry corrects “They where asking me too many questions..”

“About what?”

“Wouldn’t you want to know, Malfoy.” Harry asks with a slight change in his voice.

“Am I not allowed to ask?”

“It was about Ginny…” Harry looks down. “Too many complications in our relationship right now”

“Such as….” Draco says looking at the shorter boy

“We don’t hang as much as we use to… Or even talk for that fact. Nowadays she’s usually hanging out with this ravenclaw girl. I don’t even know her name.” Harry speaks raising his head.

“Ah… I see… your jealous… so your distancing yourself.” Malfoy says turning to face Potter.

“Me? Jealous… not really… I didn’t think it would work out anyways..”

“Why?” Draco says

“Because I don’t love her anymore” Harry states

“Oh..” Draco starts. He pauses. Unsure what to say next. He just looks at the boy with sympathy.

“And I’m worried mr and Mrs Weasly r going to hate the fact we broke up.” Harry states again. This time with tears in his eyes.

Malfoy hugs potter. “It’s alright harry..I’m sure they won’t hate you” Malfoy says.

“Harry” harry thinks. Malfoy called him “harry”

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A cute post war Snamione getting together with the help of her parents story.

The Gangers are having a dispute. Hermione loves Ron. Her parents do not. Severus Snape is called upon to resolve this issue. What actions will he take to escape the Grangers' barbecue in one piece, and if he's lucky, get a free meal?

K+, English, Romance & Humor, chapters: 7, words: 15k+, favs: 29, follows: 41, updated: Jun 25 published: May 28, [Severus S., Hermione G.] Ron W.

[jadedandconfusedao3]

A One Man Rise in Crime

Fuck.

When Hermione returned from the kitchen with two cups of tea, Malfoy was gone.He hadn’t looked at all well when he arrived, so she thought he’d gone to the bathroom. After twenty minutes, she realised he was gone. She started searching her small apartment in earnest and couldn’t find him anywhere.

The first owl–a hasty inquiry about his wellbeing full of concern and worry–was returned without a reply. If she was going to be honest, this wasn’t particularly unusual behaviour for Malfoy, but given his distress, she was concerned. She tried several more owls, with messages increasing in intensity and ire, and one message by floo. By the time it came round for bed she was beside herself with worry and starting to get very annoyed at the whole situation.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she realised that Varek was gone. She stood in her kitchen blearily making a cup of coffee and some porridge, wearing her sleepwear. Normally he would be somewhere nearby leering at her whilst making suggestive remarks. It was unlike him to be gone completely.

“Varek, can you somehow tell me what Malfoy is doing?” she called out.

Silence.

“Varek?” she called again.

The kitchen remained resolutely empty. Frowning, she set down her coffee and started opening random doors. It had never happened before. He always instantly appeared whenever she said his name, sometimes she had simply thought about him, and he showed up with a simmering gaze and a quip. He was always there. Always present, whether she wanted him to be or not.

“Varek!” she shouted, hearing the sound echo.

A prickle of panic worked its way down her spine. No no no no no no no. It’s just a coincidence. He’s hiding somewhere so he can jump out and leer at me. He wouldn’t just be gone. He couldn’t. Could he?

She ran through the apartment, calling his name loudly. The soft pad of her feet against the wood of the stairs filled her ears. He wouldn’t just leave. She slammed her palms against the door to her bedroom, wincing at the sting.

With a grand sweep, she knocked everything off her desk. Where was it? No. It couldn’t. He wouldn’t!

She gripped her wand tightly as she desperately cast, “Revelio. REVELIO!”

Her wand clattered against the hard surface of the desk, as she frantically patted its surface.

The lamp was gone.

Malfoy.

It had to be Malfoy. There was no other explanation. That fucking shit head! He must have stolen it. She threw on a pair of jeans and an old jumper before heading downstairs to her floo. Throwing the powder into the flames she yelled, “Malfoy Manor,” and stepped through.

Only to be spat back out into her own floo parlour.

“That Motherfucker!” she screamed.

Read the rest on Ao3.

[jadedandconfusedao3]

A One Man Rise in Crime

Fuck.

When Hermione returned from the kitchen with two cups of tea, Malfoy was gone.He hadn’t looked at all well when he arrived, so she thought he’d gone to the bathroom. After twenty minutes, she realised he was gone. She started searching her small apartment in earnest and couldn’t find him anywhere.

The first owl–a hasty inquiry about his wellbeing full of concern and worry–was returned without a reply. If she was going to be honest, this wasn’t particularly unusual behaviour for Malfoy, but given his distress, she was concerned. She tried several more owls, with messages increasing in intensity and ire, and one message by floo. By the time it came round for bed she was beside herself with worry and starting to get very annoyed at the whole situation.

It wasn’t until the next morning that she realised that Varek was gone. She stood in her kitchen blearily making a cup of coffee and some porridge, wearing her sleepwear. Normally he would be somewhere nearby leering at her whilst making suggestive remarks. It was unlike him to be gone completely.

“Varek, can you somehow tell me what Malfoy is doing?” she called out.

Silence.

“Varek?” she called again.

The kitchen remained resolutely empty. Frowning, she set down her coffee and started opening random doors. It had never happened before. He always instantly appeared whenever she said his name, sometimes she had simply thought about him, and he showed up with a simmering gaze and a quip. He was always there. Always present, whether she wanted him to be or not.

“Varek!” she shouted, hearing the sound echo.

A prickle of panic worked its way down her spine. No no no no no no no. It’s just a coincidence. He’s hiding somewhere so he can jump out and leer at me. He wouldn’t just be gone. He couldn’t. Could he?

She ran through the apartment, calling his name loudly. The soft pad of her feet against the wood of the stairs filled her ears. He wouldn’t just leave. She slammed her palms against the door to her bedroom, wincing at the sting.

With a grand sweep, she knocked everything off her desk. Where was it? No. It couldn’t. He wouldn’t!

She gripped her wand tightly as she desperately cast, “Revelio. REVELIO!”

Her wand clattered against the hard surface of the desk, as she frantically patted its surface.

The lamp was gone.

Malfoy.

It had to be Malfoy. There was no other explanation. That fucking shit head! He must have stolen it. She threw on a pair of jeans and an old jumper before heading downstairs to her floo. Throwing the powder into the flames she yelled, “Malfoy Manor,” and stepped through.

Only to be spat back out into her own floo parlour.

“That Motherfucker!” she screamed.

Read the rest on Ao3.

[xslythcrin]

                    ❝ fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself  . ❞

  𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : hermione granger   ››   muggle-born   ››   melissa barrera .

❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻ the crackle of a late night fire in the library , the calming sound of rain against pavement , a ginger cat on top of books left open ,  the smell of eucalyptus , cherry blossom , & sandalwood , the word mud-blood carved on her skin. ⸻

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⸻   ◜   ❏  . ⸻  ϟ.   melissa barrera : cis woman : she/her : unknown : vendetta by robert taylor y nicolás tovar  ϟ  did you see hermione jean granger ? you know , the 28 year old muggle-born who was formerly in gryffindor . some say hermione can be quite clever  but are known to be impatient . they are aligned with the order .  ⸻   tw : death , torture .

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full name : hermione jean granger .

age : 28 .

date of birth : september 19th .

occupation : unemployed .

blood status : muggle-born .

language(s) spoken : english , french , spanish , latin .

hair color : brown .

eye color : brown .

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positive : clever  ,  curious .

negative : pushy  ,  impatient .

moral alignment : lawful good .

deadly sin : pride .

element : water .

emotional stability : it’s there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : when provoked .

drives / motivations : her friends & loved ones .

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book : any book she can get her hands on .

movie : animal and crime documentaries .

food : french food .

flower : orchids .

season : the spring .

animal : otters .

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father : mr. ganger .

mother : mrs.ganger .

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CHAPTER I :

pretty much everything everything is the same with hermione up until harry's death .

━  hermione was born to Mr and Mrs Granger on 19 September, 1979 before they decided to move to Britain . She was their only child and, although they were “a bit bemused” by the oddities displayed by their daughter, they were known to be proud of her .  

CHAPTER II :

━  She began attending Hogwarts in and was Sorted into Gryffindor House. She possessed a brilliant academic mind and proved to be a gifted student in almost every subject that she studied. to the point of being said to be “the brightest witch of her age”.  

━   In spite of always wanting to follow the rules, after Hermione became friends with Harry and Ron, she would disobey the rules along with them in order to successfully complete their group affairs . For example, she went with Ron and Harry into the third floor corridor in first year, which students were temporarily forbidden from entering, in order to save the Philosopher’s Stone; she assisted in creating the Polyjuice Potion in their second year;  nearly had every good memory sucked out of her by Dementors in her third; in her fourth she encountered Death Eaters for the first time, fought them in her fifth at the Battle of the Department of Mysteries alongside her friends in Dumbledore’s Army and in the sixth and seventh, the hunt for Horcruxes took hold

━   the fact that she was able to stay on top of her studies was nothing short of a miracle considering how disrupted her schooling was with the return of Voldemort. and along the way she had moved with sirius black . who had become a father figure to her . 

CHAPTER III :

━ the journey for Horcruxes meant she had to leave everything behind and, fearing the worst, wiped her parents’ memories and sent them to Australia with new identities so that Voldemort’s followers would not be able to find and hurt them because of her . The time hunting Horcruxes was long and dangerous, but they managed it best they could . Until harry’s death.  

━ still they fought on . In those years of war hermione was captured , separated from the others for the entirety . Bellatrix being the one to interrogate her but hermione as strong willed as she was refused to say anything . Bellatrix proceeded to isolate Hermione and then brutally torture her with the Cruciatus Curse repeatedly along with taking a dagger and cutting the word Mudblood into her arm as interrogation methods

━   yet by some miracle and odd chances she was saved by someone she never expected of : WANTED CONNECTION .  

━   the Battle of Hogwarts marked the end . Hermione lost so many people she cared for, so many friends and people she had known for years . they lost . going under ground for their own safety . the girl who was filled with life and love has been filled with bitterness and now cold , she wants vendetta.  

CHAPTER IV :

━  for the couple years hermione have been working in the shadows to protect many and save others . many believe she cut the wizarding world out of her life but that is furthest from the truth. to hermione this war is far from over and it’s only a matter of time before it will start again .