#Hermione is short

[goldandglittersblog]

Theo: *Drunk at a party* We should appreciate the little things in life,mate.

Draco: *yelling across the hall* I APPRECIATE YOUR IITY BITTY HEIGHT, GRANGER !!

Hermione:

Everyone:

Draco:

Blaise: *on his phone* Hello! UK's best funeral service?

[swottydoodler]

POV: Hermione gets into a situation where she doesn't remember anything past setting foot in Hogwarts.

One day, a pale, Slytherin boy calls out to her, so she assumes he's one her friends and smiles to greet him. The boy blushes and freezes all of a sudden.

She shrugs and leaves.

[king-of-the-underworld-hades]

Compassionate Enemy(Male!Slytherin)

She shouldn't care. You're a Slytherin and she's a Gryffindor. And yet here she was caring for you after she heard you got a fever after spending too much time in the snow after celebrating a Quidditch win and because of the cold winter air and your wet clothes you, of course, got sick quickly.

As you were lying in bed slowly dying of a fever Hermione ran a hand through your hair. "I swear you're an absolute moron." She mumbled as she continued to run her hand through your H/C locks. "Do you need anything? Tea, food, water, anything at all?" "Death..." You grumble causing her to roll her eyes. "Haha. Real funny," She said before smacking your head and getting a small 'ow' from you. She stood up and walked over to your desk where she put her bag. She pulled out a bottle of water and some Tylenol. "Sit up." She ordered as she at on your bed again. Grumbling you, reluctantly, listen. You rub your eyes and grab the water and pills. You took the pills with a swig of water and let the pills start their magic. Hermione takes the water and places it on your nightstand before sighing. "I swear for having some of the highest marks in our year you are an absolute idiot when it comes to common sense." She scolded as you grumbled even more. Hermione sighed and grabbed your chin making you look at her. "Get some rest. Okay?" "Fine..." You sighed as you lay back down. "...Can you... stay?" You mumbled not meeting her eyes. Hermione looked at you slightly surprised but smiled softly nonetheless. "Of course..." she said softly as she started to rake her hand through your hair."

Just a short story to help get back into the swing of writing

[sweetnnaivete]

i feel about dorlene how some people feel about wolfstar. like i literally cannot ship dorlene with other people they are the couple of all time

[papercranepoets]

Hermione paced the library after hours needing time to clear her head after a row with Ron.

“Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

Hermione’s eyes snapped towards the uppity, sharp sounding voice.

“Shut up, Malfoy. Let’s not pretend you don’t know why I’m here.”

Malfoy smirked, looking her up and down slowly. Then he was crowding her space, grabbing her arms and pushing her against the table.

“Weasel couldn’t get you there??” He sneered grabbing her chin.

“I’m not here to talk.” Hermione stared into his icy eyes trying not to think about his other hand digging into her hip.

“Not here to talk. Is that right, Granger?” He hoisted her onto the table and stepped between her. Leaning into her neck, Granger fluttered her eyes closed. Now it was time for some relief.

Malfoy chuckled breathing onto her neck and swiping her mane away. No kiss came. “What if I wanted to talk?” He breathed into her.

Grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer, Hermione tried to shut him up. For gods sake, why was he not just kissing her already!?

He nuzzled his nose into her neck and chuckled again before pushing away.

“What the hell!?” Hermione was enraged. From Ron to Malfoy and his snooty, rich, asshole, strikingly handsome self, men were really pissing her off tonight.

She met his eyes, red painting her cheeks in embarrassment. Malfoy was already staring at her, eyes dark and predatory.

“First you want to talk and now you’re barely even breathing. Gods, you’re so fucking moody and weird sometimes?”

His nostrils flared as he looked at Hermione sprawled on the table. He looked like he could avara her on the spot. Her eyes widened as she straightened up.

“Stop using me every time you have a little fight with your boyfriend.” His jaw ticked. Was he actually pissed off? “Better, yet. Stop talking to me altogether until you’ve fixed that situation.”

Hermione’s brows stitched together, “fixed the situation? What…”

“Oh, please, don’t play fucking dumb. You’re much brighter than this.” Malfoy scoffed, “maybe we can resume this and move our little library rendezvous to something more comfortable. Dump your little weasel and we’ll talk.”

“I…” Hermione was completely bewildered.

“No.” He breathed sharply, “Send me a note when you decide what to do.”

And with that he was half way down the aisle.

Hermione didn’t realize she was holding her breath… so much for clearing her mind.

[plutosschild]

Y’all can pry the Dean / Hermione sibling friendship I’ve built in my mind from my cold dead hands

[greenerteacups]

lesbian dramione.. butch draco... now that’s something to contemplate again i thank you i was having a drab evening

I like to think if Draco was a girl, he would be just as mean, haughty, catty, and generally brattish as his canon self, but he would have an even more deliriously toxic relationship with his father, and everyone would ship him with Harry. (I mean, more than they already do.)

[fltsnoutboy]

i made a 700+ word fic! (i think, i forgot as i made this post)

+ a few more words in the end notes ^o^

therefore, have a random doodle that is so unrelated to the story and looked xmas themed

[megtheuntalented]

Harry mourns for every single person he couldn't save during the war with Voldemort. When the anniversary of the final battle comes up, Harry becomes listless and disconsolate. His heart rips in a million different pieces. It's like dying a little each year.

Hermione notices, because of course she does, "Why don't you do something for them. So they still know you remember them," She gently chides. "It might help."

Harry sighs and scrubs his face roughly when Hermione leaves. It takes ten agonizing minutes to force himself off the couch, and another ten to actually figure out what he's going to do.

Harry sighs again. He pushes himself forward to fan mail. He tugs out his wand and rolls it between his hand. Harry then transfigures his simpering fan mail into dozens of gleaming, red roses. He picks them up, dutifly ignoring the pricks in his palms, and apparates to a graveyard.

That night, Harry places a rose on each of his friends' graves. Remus, Lupin, Fred and George. He visits grave after grave, trying to carve each memory of the attached name deep in his soul, so he can never forget.

His fingers are numb when he comes to his final destination. Harry feels a hollow exhaustion creeping in. He's back where it all began and where it almost ended. He takes a few steps into King's Cross Station and lets the memories of his childhood wash over him. Harry shakes his head. He came here for a reason.

He shoves himself in the far corner where he found the pitiful horcrux while he was in limbo. He gently lowers the final rose to where it used to wail. Harry doesn't mourn for Voldemort, but he does mourn for the child that his nemesis never had the chance to be. He mourned for himself.

Harry spins around and apparates away.

[minimindi]

The Antics of a House Husband

"Love, come look at this! You're even famous in the muggle world," Draco called back to his wife, pointing at a page in the book in his lap. Hermione thought the book looked a little familiar, but as she was just walking through the floo after a long day at the office she didn't pay it much attention. "Hmm? That's odd, I really shouldn't be. What does it say?"

Draco smirked, knowing that this would be the start of a very fun evening, "Here, let me read it to you:

vexatious adjective vek-sā-shus

1.) causing vexation, DISTRESS; "vexatious delays"

2.) intended to harass; "a vexatious lawsuit"

3.) full of disorder or stress, TROUBLED; "a vexatious period in her life"

synonyms include: exasperating, irksome, and Hermione Granger."

Draco resisted the urge to look at her. If she saw him smiling now he'd lose out on the opportunity to rile her up a little more before the joke is up. Hermione had been taking her shoes, coat, and scarf off when he finished reading the definition. With one shoe still on and only her coat actually properly hung up, she slowly stalked towards him. "Draco. Lucius. Malfoy. That cover looks VERY familiar. It wouldn't happen to be a dictionary from MY bookshelf, would it?"

Draco closed the book and held it up for her to see, "Well of course it is. You don't think I'd go buy another one when we have a perfectly useful one in our home already." He surreptitiously crept forward on the sofa. Very soon he was going to need to make a quick escape. 

"THAT WAS MY PRIMARY SCHOOL DICTIONARY YOU DEFACED!! You had better tell me right now that the charm you used is reversible or so help Merlin, I will castrate you for this." She had lost all subtly and was no longer stalking, per se, more like stomping hard enough to crack the tiles. With only one shoe, she had quite the unique gait.

"Now now, you love my cock just the way it is. We wouldn't want anything to happen to it, would we?" She was barely more than 3 meters away now, and he made eye contact with her for the first time this evening. His fiery wife looked very much willing to part him from his appendage. Good. Draco gave her the barest hint of a smirk before he bolted for the door, a broom already waiting for him. She'd eventually figure out that he had retreated to Blaise's house and she'd catch up with him. She's meant to. He'd act the innocent and show her that he had not actually defiled her precious book, that he'd merely transfigured another book to look like her book. He'd ask her to not let her temper get the best of her so often, and just when she looked ready to burst with pent up passion he'd swoop down and kiss her senseless. They'd have the best sex of the year (so far) right there in Blaise's house, whichever room she found him in. His vexatious little wife would purr like a kitten for him before the night is done. And in a month or two he'll think of another prank to pull on her. As her devoted house husband it's his duty to take care of her after all.

[nongiftedpoet]

How does a person be able to

desire such popularity

When one is so terrified

to be known and exposed

- nongiftedpoet

[sunflowerim]

I was enchanted to meet you

Wolfstar au. Word Count: 426.

“Moony?”

“Umhmm.”

“When did you fall in love with me?”

Remus set his coffee down and looked at his boyfriend sitting next to him.

“Suddenly?”

“Yeah.”

Remus was about to insert a small joke about Sirius being needy of validation again, but one look at Sirius’ earnest face stopped him. The joke can wait.

“Well,” Remus said, picking up his coffee again and taking a sip, “I don’t think I can pinpoint a particular moment. It just happened.”

“There must have been something.” Sirius pulled his chair closer to Remus and intertwined their hands on the table.

Remus pondered for a moment before answering, "I guess there's this one thing that happened if that can be counted."

“Go on,” prompted Sirius.

“Remember the day I first met you and James?”

“Yeah, you were looking for your cat and I had incidentally befriended him.”

“Yeah. Mr. Benjamin isn’t friendly with everyone. But when I found you playing with him that day, I just thought that you must be quite lovable. And when I became your friend, I thought that I could love you too, and then it just slowly happened. Easy.”

Sirius rapidly blinked to clear his eyes of any stray tears that might have made its way after listening to Remus and cleared his throat.

“So you’re saying that it all started because of your cat?”

“Of course, Mr. Benjamin was enchanted to meet you.”

Sirius softly smiled at the memory and was startled to find Remus suddenly coming closer to whisper in his ears.

“And so was I.”

“Moony I–.”

Sirius was cut off by James violently clearing his throat.

“You know, it’d be nice if you didn’t make me a third wheel every time we’re out,” he said.

That earned a chuckle from Remus.

“Well, Prongs, weren’t you in tears when Moony and I got together? You can’t say all this now,” Sirius smiled.

“If I’d known you were going to be that couple I’d have badgered you into setting some ground rules for when I hung out with you. This ‘enchantment’ Moony is talking about, clearly doesn’t work on me. Merlin, you’re annoying.”

“Bold of you to assume that Sirius would have followed anything that is called rules. No use lamenting anymore James. You’re stuck with us now,” Remus added with a burst of laughter.

James could only sigh and pretend to be annoyed. Yes, it was true that he was the happiest about his two best friends dating, but he’d be damned before he admitted to it and got teased by them.

My Other Works

@wolfstarmicrofic prompt for 22/04: enchantment.

[otosykarim]

#short fic

Hermione’s pulse raced as she stumbled into the dimly lit room, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind her. 

“You’ve been running, darling,” a velvet voice drawled, smooth as silk yet chillingly sinister. 

Her breath hitched as Tom stepped into the light, dark eyes burning with predatory delight. 

“Why…me?” she whispered, back pressed against the wall…praying for the wall to swallow her.

He smirked as he slowly closed the distance. “Because, darling, perfection deserves possession.” 

His hand brushed her cheek, and she shivered—part fear, part desire….fire and ice distracting each other…passion and reason…chaos and control….all together.

“You’ll scream,” his lips grazed her ear. “But it won’t be to escape.”

Her resistance melted. “You’re mad.” 

“Mad for you.”

[casualwriters]

Sirius finds out Lilly and James died and on the same day he found out you were a death eater.

A/n I got this idea in the car, sorry if the ending was crap hope all my Sirius Black babes enjoy.

"How could you! They were our friends!" He said his voice rasing up. He was close to you his hand pushed up you're jacket that was already drenched in rain, you were wandering for hours to find him after you found out, that Lilly and James died. Frozen In fear when Sirius stepped closer the smell of rain and tobacco on his clothes his hands that you were so use to be being gentle were rougher when he pushed, up your jacket to see the twisted, skull on your right arm.

His hand wrapped around your arm his eyes narrowed you couldn't read him not at all he step back like He saw a Ghost shaking his head " it can't be can it" he said but It wasn't what he thought that you betrayed the group and got Voldemort involved and that how Lilly and James died. You were to stunned to speak frozen to even yank you're arm away.

"Answer me!" He said finally breaking you out of you're thought.

"Why! Do you even care!" Yelling at him, yanking you're arm away from him. It was strange really, never in million years that you thought, you fall in love with Sirius black, who toyed with girls and guys hearts and spit them out.

His black hair was drenched the hair you enjoyed playing with when he past out of boredom from studying together, his eyes the chocolate brown eyes you fell into everytime, was burn with hatred. Stepping back has you had just got you're hand free, the rain became more intense falling on the both of you.

"So what you ratted on James on Lilly who did nothing! Beside be your friend" Sirius said.

Sirius should know best out of everyone being apart of the black family himself but he didn't know that night you were gone, was the night they forced the mark on you're arm, enjoying the screams and tears of pain. "I didn't " cutting yourself off "I didn't have a choice to become one of them"

You're voice was defeated looking down at you're fingers that were covered in silver rings, your eye catching one in particular. A Ring Sirius had given you. A emerald sat in the middle of a silver twisted band. "Serious? You're going with that you lied to me about everything" he says

"What do you want Sirius!'' you yelled tears falling down you're eyes '"you really think I killed them!" You wanted to laugh and be angry shaking you're head " I love you " Sirius pushed his hair back angry fuming " I can't love someone who helped murder my best friend," tears fell down you're face more you're noise was runny but Sirius didn't care he stepped closer his hand moved out, his fingers ran down you're face. "We were never gonna have a Happy ending remember that okay" His hand rested on your jaw his fingers were shaking he scoffed " I hope it was fucking worth it " he says dropping the cigarette in the muddy water before he stepped on it ashing the cigarette.

Fumbling back you looked at him " Sirius " you whisper looking has he turned his back never excepted that he lost three people that day when he left your vision angry trying to hold in the sob that was choking into your throat you looked down seeing rain droplets, hit you're skin the black mark was still there, closing your eyes you pushed off from one of the pillars and thought fine he wanted a bad guy let's become one.

[papercranepoets]

Draco folded a tiny note into the tiniest paper bird. He was working up the courage to actually leviosa it over to a certain bushy-haired witch for… he checked the clock… forty-five minutes.

Professor Snape droned on about werewolves, and Draco’s heart raced. This was the longest class he has ever had to sit through, but at least every time Hermione turned her head to that grimy little weasel, he could take her in. He lived for those moments.

Class would be ending soon. It was now or never. He wordlessly sent the paper bird over… right as she turned her head. Oh SHIT. It hit her square in the eye, pointy-end first.

Fuck, you useless piece of shit. Fuck.

Hermione turned, holding her eye, an incredulous expression melding into a nasty sneer. Red creeped down Draco’s neck and he quickly cooled his surprise into a smirk.

Just pretend you meant to do this.

“What are you looking at, mudblood?” Draco spat. The word turned into ash in his mouth as Hermione’s eyes flashed with hurt.

“Leave me alone, Malfoy!” She whispered through clenched teeth.

“Excuuuuse me, Ms. Granger. Pray tell, why you are so rudely interrupting my lecture?” Snape drawled, tone absolutely scathing despite his slow pace of speech.

Hermione started, “I… I… well, Mal… Malfoy…”

“I… I… I’m taking ten points from Gryffindor,” Snape mocked.

Draco wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but he forced a snicker as Hermione sank in her chair.

“Back to the lesson!” Professor Snape snapped before continuing on.

Hermione turned back to sneer at Draco once more. He met her stare with a smirk.

Why am I like this?

Draco feared this misstep would set him back about two months. He had been trying not to make fun of the girl he so desperately wanted to be close to. So much for his note telling her how much he enjoyed her smile. He buried his head in his hands. It’ll be a fresh start tomorrow.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Fissure

I've been reminiscing about this baby today. I still think it's my favorite that I have written so far. ❤❤❤