#Weestarmeggie17

[tomionesmutfest2024]

Former Fest Highlight Week 2: Tomione Smut Fest 2018

Boss, Bed, and Beyond by CourtingInsanity

Summary:

At the last minute, Hermione is asked to accompany her boss, the sexy playboy Tom Riddle, on a business trip. Which is totally fine...except...she's been in love with him for the past two years and has no idea how to even speak to him without working up a sweat. To make matters worse, they arrive at the hotel in France to find that the reservation has been "lost in translation" (read: Tom is a Slytherin expert at manipulating situations)...and there is only one bed. I wonder what will happen... Written for the Tomione Smut Fest hosted by the amazing and wonderful Weestarmeggie17, with the trope "one bed".

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Relationship: Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle

Characters: Hermione Granger, Tom Riddle, Ginny Weasley

Additional Tags: Smut, One Shot, TomioneSmutFest

[dresupi]

Vampires - Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

for @weestarmeggie17​ 169 words Rated T “Make me like you are.”

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“Make me like you are,” Hermione breathed and Draco faltered, his fangs popping down without a second thought.  Apparently his body still responded to her in ways other than the obvious.

“Hermione...” he whispered, his speech slightly slurred by the fangs. “We should talk about it first.”

“We’ve talked about it until I’m blue in the face, Draco,” Hermione insisted. “I don’t want to get old while you get to keep looking like... well, like that.” She indicated his physique. His face. Him.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

“Yes. And if you bite me, I get to stay that way.”

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

“Draco...” she whispered, leaning over to kiss him and ending up sucking his bottom lip into her mouth. She kissed the tips of his fangs as well, and that made him tingle up and down, his mouth watering. “Make me like you are,” she repeated, and Draco nodded, knowing full well who was in charge here.

And it wasn’t the one with the fangs.

[quitethesardonic]

Dramione- someone spiked the fruit punch and now I can’t stop telling you how I feel ❤️

A/N: This is an AU in which Voldemort never existed and blood prejudice is heavily looked down upon. This is also super long but I got carried away. Thank you for the prompt, Meggie. I hope you enjoy it!! 🥰

Hermione had somehow made it to someone’s room and curled into a ball on their bed, feeling the cool and smooth silk against her cheek. She let out a content sigh as she let her mind wander. Harry had convinced her to attend the Slytherin’s end-of-the-year party and drank a little bit too much of the fruit punch.

“Come on, Hermione,” Harry pleaded, turning his bright, green eyes at her. “Have some fun and come out tonight. I promise you that if there is trouble, you won’t be implicated in any way.”

Hermione sighed and nodded her acquiesce. “If I don’t become Head Girl because of this next year, Potter, I’ll have your head on a pike.”

Harry grinned at her. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

It wasn’t that Hermione didn’t like parties; it was just that she had more important things in mind besides getting drunk off of butterbeer and smuggled firewhisky. She needed to become Head Girl and then Minister for Magic. Of course, there were other steps that needed to be taken before she got to Minister, however, she couldn’t really get there if she was caught at an illegal party, right?

Hermione had allowed herself one cup of fruit punch (it was only for the night and Ginny had insinuated that she was a coward for not joining in on the festivities) and before she knew it, she had six cups and the world begun spinning. She also began saying things she knew she wouldn’t have said sober and made the decision to escape before she damaged anyone’s feelings (particularly Ron, with his nasty habit of sucking Lavender’s face off everywhere).

“Merlin, Granger, is that you?” A familiar voice asked. 

She didn’t answer.

Hermione whined as the bed dipped. Someone rolled her over and poked her cheek. She batted their hand away. 

“What are you doing in my bed, Granger?”

“Go away, Malfoy,” she grumbled.

She heard him sigh heavily. “This is my room and you are on my bed.”

Hermione cracked one eye open and took him in. His gray eyes shined with concern and she resisted the urge to touch his jaw which looked sharp enough to carve her heart out with. She smiled giddily. “It’s truly unfair how handsome you’ve become.”

Draco returned her smile tenfold. “Are you going to recite poems to me about my dashing looks?”

She snorted and rolled over again. “Absolutely not. You’re already an arrogant prat who knows how handsome he is. No need for me to inflate your ego.”

“But a compliment from the Hermione Granger? It’s as rare as those crumple-horned snorkacks that Lovegood’s always going on about.”

“Those don’t exist, you idiot!”

“Precisely my point.”

There were a few minutes of silence as Hermione listened to Draco shuffling around.

“Are you going to stay here all night?”

She groaned in response before rolling over again to face him. “I don’t think I could make it back to the Gryffindor Tower in this state, Malfoy, and I don’t know where Harry went.”

“How much did you have to drink?!”

“I dunno. Maybe six cups of the punch?”

“Salazar, Granger! Didn’t anyone tell you that those are laced with potions? They put veritaserum and compulsion potions in it to make parties more interesting.”

“I wish you were nicer to me,” Hermione stated suddenly, a small pout at her lips as she sat up, tucking her knees below her chin and staring at him.

“Pardon?”

“I’ve liked you since fourth year when you stole me away from Viktor to dance during the Yule Ball, but you’re still mean to me.”

Draco spluttered and Hermione continued on.

“Why don’t you like me?” She whined.

Draco huffed at that. “I’m not allowed to like you. Your two bodyguards cornered me the next day and threatened me for dancing with you.”

“Harry wouldn’t — “ she cut herself off. “Harry would. Dammit.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse.”

“I like you a lot, Draco,” she declared, reaching a hand out towards him and linking her pinky with his. He stared at the contact, a small smile playing at his lips. “I like that you’re kind of mean to me and won’t let me bulldoze you over when we argue about Transfiguration theories and that you’re fit from Quidditch practices and that you give me that smile that not even Parkinson or Greengrass gets even though I’m pretty sure they’re both trying to get you to date either one or the both of them at once. I like you. Even if you can be mean enough to not like me back.” 

“I like you, too, Granger.”

She unlinked their pinkies. “But I can’t like you if you’re too scared of Harry and Ron to even approach me. Everyone else is afraid of them except for McLaggen but he’s a plague and isn’t --  ”

Draco spluttered again and interrupted her. “I’m not scared but we were fourth years and I —“

“So you were scared.”

Draco scowled. “I don’t understand why I like you witch.”

She looked up at him innocently and grinned. “So you like me?”

“Yes,” he answered exasperatedly. “I like you. I like you a lot. Enough to let your bodyguards come at me if you decide you want to give us a go when you’re sober in the morning, okay?”

Draco’s question was answered with a light, fluttering snore and he sighed once more as he looked at the tiny, sleeping witch. Carefully, he arranged Hermione onto his bed and tucked her in before conjuring a separate bed for him to sleep on.

“Bloody menace,” he muttered to himself, but he couldn’t help the small smile on his face as he fell asleep.

[olivieblake]

ahh no thats so unfortunate. Basically it was me loving Daphne and Fleur and Narcissa and you for making me love all these complex characters for whom before I'd never even cared about but who I now care about so much and just thank you for writing them

hahaha WELL, underwhelmingly, all I can say is thank you for caring about them. it’s nice to think they are loved, especially those three in particular, since they are in many ways the sort of “deviant women” others would likely alienate or judge in real life. I always like the thought that delving into the experience of a woman in crisis helps us somehow in our own lives, both with understanding ourselves and our own devious tendencies and those of the women we know or meet. so thanks for letting me continue to believe that!!

[daphnenott]

for @slytherdornet​ spring event ➺ draco x hermione:

and you, in shades of blue

[colubrina]

So. I’d never read like brothers because it was abandoned and I didn’t want to put myself through that when I respected your decision and also completely understand it BUT I binged it yesterday - an excellent use of Boxing Day- and I love it so very much (that doesn’t surprise me at all but still) and just wanted to tell you ❤️❤️❤️ I hope that the muse continues to grace you with its presence and that you continue to enjoy it

I’m so happy that you enjoyed it!  Thank you for reading ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️ ❤️❤️❤️ 

[dramioneasks]

Hi! Thank you SO much for running this incredible site. I'm desperate to find this fic where Draco comes to Hermione's office (99% sure they work at the ministry) for a meeting or something but she thinks it's Ron using polyjuice as Malfoy and taking on his characteristics, because she mentioned Malfoy as a fantasy. Thinking it's Ron, she propositions him and they sleep together. At the end of the fic she realises it was the real Malfoy she's slept with (I think they're both married)... Ty!

Anyone?

Edit: Thanks!

weestarmeggie17: The wrong man by Snegurochka https://archiveofourown.org/works/172217

[calebski]

I see you’ve discovered your love for Derry girls - welcome 😏😂🙌🏻

Ha! I watched the first season what feels like forever ago, but I only recently watched the second. I laughed so much I had to keep pausing it so I wouldn’t miss bits! The Take That episode is one of the most beautiful bits of television ever created. 

[queeenpersephone]

Dramione for the edit suggestion? ❤️

somehow i’ve never shipped this? which is weird, because it’s something that i probably should’ve haha. anyways, it’s here - hope you like it!

want an edit?

[cocoartistwrites]

Carnegie ❤️

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?

honestly could this be harder? everything i’ve ever read probably!! i’ve picked three authors from my faves list: 

Madeline Miller, Maggie Stiefvater, and Mary Wesley 

I think Stiefvater taught me things about description I hadn’t considered before I can see the echoes of her in my writing when I look back at it (e.g. Tom Riddle was a liar and like all liars he loved stories 

send me an ask!

[ninjafairy86]

Modern Tomione AU where Tom traps his soul in an IPhone and catfishes people on tinder.

lmao I love this idea AND it has been done!!! (kind of??? his soul isn’t trapped in an iPhone as far as I know, but everything else fits). Let’s thank @weestarmeggie17 for writing this oddly specific Tomione prompt. XD

Tinder Tomione

[tomionesmutfest2024]

Bingo Board 1 Blackout!

Hi everyone! Full disclosure there are many stories that could fit these prompts, but here are some options that fill the board to get blackout:

Prompts:

Sixty-Nine:

The Task by mysterymin

Summary:

Hermione Granger is sent back in time to trap Tom Riddle in an unbreakable bond- and what bond is better than that which at times win over love, lust?

At the Office:

Tread softly, Fraulein by amatviktoriacuram

Summary:

“The Oberstleutnant likes his secretaries smart. You’ll do well, Fraulein Granger.” Or the one in which Dumbledore is a Western agitator wanting to bring down the most infamous hunter of the Stasi, the Dark Lord. He sends in his best agent, Hermione Granger, but is she his agent, after all? Tomione Smut Fest 2020 | Muggle AU

Drunk Sex:

This is my Curse by Winterblume

Summary:

Whatever would Tom Riddle do on a night out? Follow Tom as he throws himself into London's nightlife, fully intend to enjoy it as much as he can.

Fuck or Die:

doing it wrong by lavish (valerian)

Summary:

They must fuck to maintain the order of the universe.

Feet Fetish:

(Wow, I could not find anything on this, but here is a story that mentions feet 4(!) times - it might not feel like a lot but I was scraping the bottom of the barrel here.)

Fortune In Spades by LittleMulattoKitten

Summary:

Hermione was supposed to be married or otherwise "contained" as a concubine by her twentieth birthday, like the rest of the female muggleborns and halfbloods in Britain. She was not supposed to teach herself magic in secret and hope that one muggleborn peasant was insignificant enough to go unnoticed. She never expected to end up escorted up to the castle to the King's study. Nor did she expect him to decide her fate personally. King Tom never expected to find his favorite kind of woman —clever, strongwilled, and powerful— in a muggleborn scullery maid who'd somehow mastered wandless casting without a tutor. Law-breaker or not, she didn't belong in the dungeons. She belonged at his feet. She belonged in his bed. She belonged to him. He just had to show her. Written for Weestarmeggie's Tomione Smut Fest 2018.

Edging:

War of Wills by tellmesomethingnew

Summary:

Hermione might have been the best person possible for the job, but it was inevitable the infamous Tom Riddle would catch her. Now the only question remains: What is a very powerful Dark Lord to do with a very beautiful and sexy mudblood?

Face Sitting:

The Task by mysterymin

Summary:

Hermione Granger is sent back in time to trap Tom Riddle in an unbreakable bond- and what bond is better than that which at times win over love, lust?

Begging:

Corrupt by RegulusBlacksSwimTeacher

Summary:

Hermione was his new toy to admire and play with as he saw fit—she knew better than to try hiding from him. “Come on now, Hermione, none of that.” Tom moved his hand to tug her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his again. “You’re disappointing me on all counts tonight.” The fear that filled her eyes was almost its own brand of magic.

Spanking:

Act of Contrition by desirable (countertop)

Summary:

God is merciful only to the humble.

Tied Up:

The Last Time by WildKitsune

Summary:

Tom and Hermione keep finding reasons to hook up even though they are broken up, and they both know they will never be right for each other. Each time it happens, they always swear it will be the last time. Prompt by weestarmeggie17 “Tomione have split up but keep ending up in bed together because they can't help themselves”

Foreplay in Public:

(It's not my fault someone got caught being sexy ...)

This is Falling by NinjaFairy

Summary:

She was merely an interest - a passing one. After Tom Riddle finds her in a compromising position while doing his rounds one night, she turns into an obsession. [My entry for Tomione Smut Fest 2018. Prompt: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism.]

Period Sex:

Glory and Gore by devoceans

Summary:

In which Tom doesn’t mind getting his hands dirty if it means keeping Hermione at his side forever.

Free Space:

A Butterfly For A Season by bunnystealsyourcarrots

Summary:

In 1955, an unsentimental clerk met a woman who earned a second look. A masochist, a martyr, and most importantly, a gal generally not afraid to crush a butterfly or two. Written for Tomione Smutfest 2019 (Time Travel AU)

Sex Toys:

After the Train Ride by HG_Slice

Summary:

Hermione's journey is far from over once she finds herself trapped in the clutches of a madman with no way of escape. He has been longing for her for years and has no intention of ever letting her go. Will she succumb to her ever-present and steadily-growing desire?

Swallowing:

Sunlit Garden by januarywren

Summary:

“I want a hero: an uncommon want,” Tom murmured, his index finger tracing beneath the finely printed words. Lord Byron’s work was a favorite of his, and his wife’s, “when every year and month sends forth a new one, till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, the age discovers he is not the true one – “ His wife curled in his arms, warm and sated with his spend dripping from her thighs. She made for a decadent sight; her chignon askew and her cheeks flushed pink, while Tom held her closer to him. She was the only one he desired close, the only one he had never considered pushing away. Nor did he desire the afternoons they spent at the manor to end when they made love freely throughout every wing of the manor and every sunny place outside. The garden was well tended, while the apple orchard stretched throughout countless acres, ensuring they would never be caught en dishabille unless they wished it. It was their private paradise, or their ‘Eden,’ as they called it. One that others would never know of... For the Tomione 2020 Fic Gift Exchange! 🔥💖

Morning Sex:

Best Laid Plans by yuwoo

Summary:

Hermione groans inside, so hard it may as well be audible. Then she cracks an eye back open, because will you look at that. Only then, that turns around. "Nooo," she groans out loud this time. "Not you." An A/B/O fic where Hermione wonders what happened the night prior. [Chapter 1 reads as a complete one-shot. Writer is on hiatus but will be back to follow the story to its conclusion once Life Stuff settles down.]

Recording:

(Okay I struggled to find something where they had a recording, so we are actually going to go with photo manipulation aka this is an image and it's HOT - friendly reminder that Tomione Smut Fest is for writers AND Fanartists)

Quiet games by DaLils

Lap Dance:

How About No by provocative_envy

Summary:

The first time they speak—as pre-assigned lab partners, as strangers, as presumed equals—the conversation ends in an overturned Erlenmeyer flask and a creatively weaponized Bunsen burner; his butter-soft, Italian-leather satchel is covered in scorch marks, and the collar of her lavender cashmere cardigan has been eaten through by a particularly virulent form of benzilic acid. It is an inauspicious beginning to their working relationship.

Hand Job:

She Belongs to Me by WritingFicariously

Summary:

She sits back on her heels, her hands clasped together at the base of her spine. Hermione waits quietly for Sir to arrive. When he does, he has a bit of a surprise for her, and she is ready to give him anything he wants. She's a good girl like that.

Anal:

Teaching Miss Granger by Anonymous

Summary:

Hermione never foresaw herself breaking the rules, let alone one. It all changed in her sixth year when a new professor challenged her. Reading from books had its limits, he told her. Professor Riddle dared her to step out of her comfort zone. What was the point if she never put her knowledge to use? Magic had a purpose. She needed to find hers. Her sixth year passed by quickly as she learned more than she ever could. But reading books was still one of her favourite hobbies. Nothing could ever replace it until she discovers another passion.

Titty Fucking:

(this was shockingly hard to find, so we're actually going with nipple play as close enough)

Pretty Little Thing by excludednarrative

Summary:

Tom grinned against her skin, the hand that was on her breast moving to wrap around her neck. “Come on my fingers, Hermione. Clench your pretty little pussy right around them.”

Sensory Deprivation:

Tantalus by backbiter

Summary:

While Hermione Granger wishes she could join her friends in celebrating the defeat of Lord Voldemort, there is something rather odd keeping her from the festivities. At an arm's distance, just so, but incredibly far away.

First Time:

Not Friends, Some Benefits by devdevlin

Summary:

She hated the way he never asked for his coffee, instead outstretching a wide palm as he passed her desk in the morning as if getting it for him was her first priority of the day. She hated the way his overpriced shoes would click obnoxiously against the floors whenever he passed. She absolutely loathed the way the others in the firm would hang onto his every word, vying for his attention as if he were some sort of celebrity, as if they would better themselves by merely being seen to associate with him. But what she hated the very most about Tom Riddle, was that he was an unbelievable fuck. *** In response to the prompt ‘friends with benefits’.

Hair Pulling:

Capitulation by pxlyhymnia

Summary:

It had been three weeks since the last time she’s seen him. Three weeks since Harry he nearly caught them fucking in the photography department changing rooms. Three weeks that she’d avoided going round to Harry’s flat to reduce the chances of her accidentally bumping into Tom. It didn’t work.

Violence as Foreplay:

A Soul's Epilogue by TheSoulweaver

Summary:

Years and years of war would exhaust a soul, straining it and wringing it dry with no escape except death. However, Death had a different plan for Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age. Her soul was transferred to a girl who was supposed to be dead. A handsome dark wizard had made sure of that. Or so he thought. *** "I vow to dismantle you, Tom," she whispered against his skin, her hands wandering from his chest to his shoulders in barely perceptible caresses. Sensually, she licked over his flesh. "I will slowly unravel you, and then I will mould you anew." Before he could respond, she sank her teeth into his throat, just enough to cause a sting. His hips bucked into hers, rubbing deliciously over her bare pussy. "And if that fails," she whispered, "I'll end you myself."

[dresupi]

Don’t Tell - Dramione

for @weestarmeggie17​ Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger 555 words Rated T

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Hermione’s heart was in her throat as she walked into her apartment.

Draco would be here any minute, flooing into her living room and wrapping her up in his embrace. The embrace she’d woefully had to leave earlier that morning at his flat. The embrace she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about. The embrace that they’d both agreed to keep between the two of them. At least for now.

It was, unfortunately, the very same embrace she’d spent her lunch hour talking to Ginny about.

Yes, she’d promised Draco that she’d keep it to herself, but she couldn’t be expected not to tell her best friend, right?

She sent her bag and cloak to the hall tree and hurried to the loo to check her reflection in the mirror. She’d found herself outdoors for the majority of the afternoon, and as such, her hair was indescribably enormous.

Blowing out a puff of air, she stuck her tongue out at her reflection and reached up to gingerly touch and attempt to tame the mess.

It was unbearably humid. That was to blame.

But Draco had assured her that he adored her hair, and had even spent the better part of last night with his fingers in it.

Perhaps it would endear her to him a bit more when she had to break the news that she’d gone off and run her big mouth.

There was a crack in the living room, and she heard him call. “Hullo?”

“I’ll be right there!” she called.

She washed her hands and mumbled a quick little drying charm before going to join him.

Draco was looking as put together as he ever did. His hair was perfect, his clothing as well. And his face split into one of her favourite smiles when he saw her.

“Your hair is absolutely… Granger.”

“Is it absolutely me, or just absolutely?” she asked.

“Both,” he replied, reaching for her and tugging her close. “Come here, I missed you.”

“Missed you too,” she replied, tilting her head up to kiss him.  “Draco, I--”

“I have something to confess, I’m afraid,” he began.

“Oh?” she asked, her eyebrows raising and something akin to panic began to bloom in her belly. “You do?”

“Relax, it’s nothing awful. I just… talking about you today.”

Pressing her lips together tightly to hide her smile, she inhaled and exhaled before replying. “Oh?”

“Yeah. To Zabini and Nott.” He shrugged. “Apparently, this is harder to keep under wraps than I thought… I could practically write your name in the stars, Granger.”

Her smile broke through then and she started to laugh.

“What? Don’t tell me you find me too silly now?”

“Not nearly… although I do find you incredibly silly, Malfoy.”

It was his turn to exclaim. “Oh?”

“Quite.  But not to worry, I also sort of blabbed about us today as well.”

“Did you? To whom? Don’t tell me it was Potter--”

“Oh no, not yet. It was Ginny.”

“Hermione…” he began. “Ginny’s technically a Potter. If you told her, I can expect a howler from her loving husband any second now. Ah well, I suppose it’ll be worth it.”

Hermione couldn’t help but beam at the thought. “A howler’s worth it?”

“Well, it really depends on what’s in it, but given Potter’s vocabulary, I think I’ll be fine.”

[littlemulattokitten]

Coming eventually to an internet connection near you...

@weestarmeggie17 - we have a million other things to do but fucking people up with this sounds more fun at the moment

[olivieblake]

ok so this will maybe be two asks and they're not really asks at all more like boxes where i am going to try and put into words how much i love modern romance because i do. It is one of my favourite fics ever and just jklsdagjskd I remember coming for the dramione and staying for all the other feelings and revelations. I was very weepy reading the update this morning and part of that is the way you wrote cormac and part of it was because of how much Daphne is one of my absolute favourite (TBC)

wahhhh this is the only ask I got!! pls tell me more (lol) no but really I’m so glad this fic means so much to you, honestly. I apologize for making you weepy; I actually teared up when I wrote the ending so I.... was maybe Going Through It™  this week and dragged you guys along with me. very cool of you to come so I didn’t have to do it alone

[daphnenott]

ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇʀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪɴᴇ, ʀᴏꜱᴇᴍᴀʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ

↪ happy birthday kelsey! @draamione