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jomiddlemarch · 8 months

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Declare the past, diagnose the present, foretell the future

Taking in-house on-call at St. Mungo’s on Imbolc wasn’t the absolute worst, as far as Hermione was concerned. It wasn’t a major holiday and the Scottish weather, an unfathomably vile mix of sleet and snow accompanied by icy gales that defied any warming charm, lent itself to staying in. As her social life was not exactly riotous post-break-up with Ron, however amicably resigned and rueful they’d both been about it, staying in at St. Mungo’s, with its endless supply of ginger biscuits and at least one interesting patient per ward, was tolerable. Acceptable.

It could have been, anyway.

“You like being on-call, Granger?”

That was Draco Malfoy, her fellow senior registrar, academic rival, and star of far too many risqué dreams she continued to blame on eating cheese late at night. He’d grown significantly after the final battle, which she refused to capitalize when she thought of it, just as she refused to refer to Voldemort as anything other than Tom Riddle. Draco, no longer beholden to a genocidal sorcerer who had far too close a relationship with his voracious familiar and thus no longer suffering from an untreated ulcer along as well as the fear of watching his mother being tortured in her own sitting room, had put on a good 2-plus stone of muscle along with several more inches and somehow managed to make the lime-green robes St. Mungo’s insisted on look like something that would get an approving nod during Fashion Week in Milan. It should be a fourth Unforgivable that someone so silvery blond didn’t look anemic, bilious, or curdled in the next hue over from chartreuse. He looked edible.

Delicious.

Hermione looked like a generous dollop of the Seafoam Salad her American Cousin Luella brought to every summer tea-party Hermione’s mother had ever thrown, despite being told she was such a dear but she needn’t. Hermione tried to take comfort in the many extendable pockets she’d been able to spell into her robe’s inner lining, but nothing could fully offset the color.

At the moment, Draco had opened his robes and put his feet up on the coffee-table in the staff break-room, his collar unbuttoned, his tie loosened. He’d stopped using whatever charm or enchanted pomade he’d relied on when they were at Hogwarts and his hair looked silky, a lock threatening to fall across his forehead. If they were called to an emergency, he’d probably cast a wandless Reparo vestis and immediately look the part of a Pureblood senior registrar, but in the meantime, he was…louche. Unconscionably, unbearably erotic.

Hermione thought back to the tea she’d hurried through before heading to Dangerous Dai at a brisk clip. She’d had nary a bite of Brie. Or Cheddar.

She had no plausible deniability.

Still, he was helping a bit with the judgy curl to his lips and that gleam in his grey eyes which was somewhere between curious and condescending. She’d lean into the condescending part.

“I don’t mind it. It’s part of the work, being a Healer. If you have a true vocation, you don’t resent being on-call,” she said.

She sounded like an impossible prig even to herself but needs must.

“Bollocks,” he retorted, but not meanly. “Don’t you miss your cat?”

“Crookshanks is part-Kneazle,” she said.

“Fine, your part-Kneazle,” Draco said. “Wouldn’t you rather be home with him, doing whatever it is you do away from here?”

“Are you fishing for details or trying to mock me? You’ll have to decide,” Hermione said.

“I’m trying to say it’s just the two of us here, you don’t have to pretend you love being stuck at St. Mungo’s overnight,” Draco said.

It occurred to Hermione that if she suffered a cardiac event in the next three seconds, Draco would be the one to resuscitate her and that no one ever looked their best post-resuscitation, even when magic was the primary intervention. Vanity, that’s what would keep her from having a heart attack.

Just the two of us.

For Sweet Circe’s fucking sweet sake.

Draco gave her a searching look because the pause had lengthened notably. Anyone else would have said something like Earth to Hermione, except they’d have to be Muggleborn to say that, because Wizards still didn’t grasp that Muggles had been to the Moon and sent rovers to Mars. They didn’t grasp a dog had been sent into space.

“It’s all right. I don’t actually mind it all that much myself, if I’m being honest. And before you feel compelled to point it out, yes, I am Slytherin but I am capable of candor, especially when it suits my needs,” he said.

“It suits you to be honest with me?” she said.

“We’re a team, aren’t we?” he said and she nodded before she could stop herself and ask what exactly he meant, she’d happily taken four feet of parchment on the topic. “Lying, keeping things from each other, it won’t help us. I know you don’t trust me—”

“I—” she interrupted, breaking off when she realized she wasn’t sure she wanted to say she did trust him or that she wanted to, very badly.

“I know we agreed to a fresh slate when we started training here and I also know if was too much to ask of you,” he said.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“Yes, I was under duress. Yes, I was seventeen. Yes, we’re all allowed to make mistakes. But I still have a brand on my arm from a group that wanted you dead and defiled and the best I did on your behalf was to pretend I didn’t know you for a few minutes,” he said.

“What else could you have done?” Hermione said, shrugging.

“I could have risked my life. I could have died,” he said. “Potter did, when he saved me from Fiendfyre—”

“I’m not nearly as nice as Harry,” Hermione said.

Draco laughed, rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“You’re a better person than I am and you don’t have to argue with me about it. Some things are simply true. I’d like you to trust me, that’s what I’m saying, albeit terribly clumsily,” he replied.

“Albeit?” she repeated. Using humor to deflect was a time-honored tradition and she didn’t know what to do with her sizable attraction when it was suddenly not only about his broad shoulders and narrow hips, the feline grace of his gait, the North Sea of his eyes and his impossibly deft hands (Nimue help her, Draco’s hands…) but also his mind, his insight. She’d known he was clever, her equal in most fields, slightly ahead of her in Charms (though behind in Arithmancy) but she hadn’t appreciated how thoughtful he was or had become. How he could be gentle.

“I use overly formal language when I feel out of my depth,” he said. Admitted.

“You were totally at ease then, when Crispin Fillament was hemorrhaging? All I heard was good old Anglo-Saxon obscenities from you while you were trying to shove the blood back into his aorta,” Hermione said, grinning.

“That bugger. He wasn’t helping at all, and I don’t mean his choice to sing operettas,” Draco said. “It was like his blood didn’t even want back in. It felt oddly sentient—”

“Operetta can be polarizing,” Hermione said. They were having an absolutely insane conversation, Thickey Ward caliber, and she was more relaxed than she’d ever been around him while also being turned on. Draco’s expression shifted from entertained to speculative. Assessing. She resisted the impulse to touch her hair or fiddle with the collar of her robes, glad she’d kept her shoes on, regretting her laundry day choice of striped tights.

“We’ve worked together for nearly seven years and you still don’t trust me,” he said.

“I don’t suspect you of, well, anything in particular,” she replied. It seemed a weak response, even to her. It might not even be fair, but she couldn’t necessarily feel her way into being fair to him. Even if there were times when she wanted to.

“I know. It’s good of you,” he said. “It just, it’s not enough.”

“It’s not enough? You dare to demand I—”

“I’m not demanding anything, Hermione,” he interrupted. “I don’t expect more. I don’t deserve more. I only want more.”

“You want more,” she repeated. She sounded somewhere between incredulous and stupid. As he’d spent a significant amount of his youth the Crabbe and Goyle, the stupidity shouldn’t bother him as it did her.

“I believe Weasley liked to refer to me as a greedy git. I don’t pretend to have entirely outgrown that,” he said.

“That was because you hogged the pudding,” Hermione said.

“Well, I’ve outgrown that. Though I do still like sweet things,” he said. He tilted his head to one side and should have resembled an owl but of course, he didn’t. If anything, he looked like a fallen angel, though he probably wouldn’t have recognized Lucifer if she’d mentioned the name. The Bible was given short-shrift in the Muggle culture studies required at St. Mungo’s where they ran more to Pasteur, Salk and gene-sequencing. “If I want more, I must give more.”

“Is this some sort of rudimentary physics equation?” Hermione said. “You do know Newton covered this area already.”

“I mean, if I want you to trust me, I need to give you more reason. I need to share more, so you feel I’ve earned it. That it’s, I’m worth it,” he said, nodding as he spoke. Hermione felt herself flush and wanted to argue but she couldn’t think of anything compelling to refute his assertion.

“Shall I tell you why I became a Healer?” Draco said.

“If you like,” Hermione replied diffidently, as if she hadn’t wondered nearly every time she saw him and had frankly obsessed over it for the first six months of their training. Obsessed as in Ginny staged an intervention with Padma and Susan and Gabrielle on the Floo, with Luna playing mother over the teapot joining in the chorus that maybe Hermione needed to let it go or go ahead and jump Draco’s bones. She had been so far gone Luna Lovegood had told her she needed to get some perspective (which she suggested would be helped along with a tincture of canawaddle blossom and raging iron jaguar tears. Hermione had just taken the full glass of Shiraz Padma offered and nodded.)

“Because of my parents,” he said. It had been his idea to discuss his reasons but he seemed uncertain how he’d explain or uneasy about her response.

“It was their idea?” Hermione hazarded a guess. It wasn’t a good guess and she’d be shocked if she were right but it was within the realm of possibility in a world where there were both cellphones and wands threaded with a phoenix’s fiery tail-feather.

“Fuck no,” he said, almost choking on a laugh. A bitter one.

“It might’ve been,” she retorted.

“Only you would believe that possible and before you get horribly offended and flounce off, I mean only you could believe them capable of such humanity. That they would care about other people, that they would care that I did something worthwhile with my time,” he said. He made a calming gesture with his hand, the one he wore a signet ring on. It wasn’t the Malfoy signet though. “You also forget they are the most terrible snobs and think any kind of work is beneath a Malfoy or the bloody scion of the Most Noble House of Black. My mother thinks I’m overly sentimental and my father thinks the whole thing is crass and degrading.”

“I don’t flounce,” Hermione said because what he’d said was a lot to unpack and she couldn’t risk him thinking flouncing was within her repertoire.

“I stand corrected,” he said.

“Why did you become a Healer? How were your parents involved?” she asked.

“They ruined so many lives. My father, I’ve never asked, I’ve never wanted to know, but I think he’s a murderer and my mother went along with it all. Whatever she told herself about how she had to put me first, it was all an excuse,” he said, holding her gaze the whole time. “Other families left Britain. Other families refused to take a side. Millie’s parents sent her younger brothers to Ilvermorny. Zabini’s mother cast some spell on Blaise that kept Voldemort from touching him, something Darker than Dark, she called in favors all over Europe and West Africa. My parents ruined my life. This is the best way I could think of to make something of it all.”

“That’s, I don’t even know what to say, Draco,” Hermione replied.

“You don’t have to have something to say. It’s just how it is,” he said.

“Is it enough? Atonement?” Hermione asked.

“Mostly. And I like the craft. Snape played favorites and he gave me extra lessons, tradework secrets. The man was frankly a bloody genius. Sectumsempra was his juvenilia. I’m good at Potions and I was taught by one of the best Potions Masters in the past three hundred years,” Draco said.

“It’s nice to hear you admit it,” Hermione said.

“The special treatment or Snape’s brilliance?”

“Yes,” Hermione said, making Draco smile.

“I wished I could have saved him,” Draco said. “Though I don’t know what surviving would have meant for him. He was broken.”

“He wanted us to let him go. After he gave Harry the memory, he didn’t want to have to live anymore. I tried to stay. Harry and Ron didn’t see his eyes, but he looked at me and I knew it,” Hermione said.

“He doesn’t haunt me. In case you’re wondering,” Draco said. “His portrait often has a choice remark for me, but that’s all.”

“I became a Healer because of my parents too,” Hermione said.

“Yeah?”

“When it was getting close, that last year, you know, none of the adults made any plans to keep my parents safe. They told me not to worry mostly. All Dumbledore cared about was Harry and the Elder wand. Tonks, she was your cousin, she was the only one who said I should look out for my own people,” Hermione said. Tonks’s hair had been a rich chestnut streaked with white when she’d said it, her eyes the glittering green Hermione had always wished to see in the mirror, and she hadn’t minced words. She’d been as serious as Hermione had ever seen her, serious as death, and then it wasn’t spoken of again. Hermione had hoped there would be a time to tell Tonks, to thank her. “I Obliviated my parents and relocated them to Australia, I gave them new identities. I erased myself from their minds. Entirely.”

“What?” To his credit, Draco looked 90% stunned and 10% impressed. Harry had looked 100% horrified and Ron had physically recoiled when she told them.

“I did some research, figured out how to Obliviate them in the way that would keep them safest,” she said. “Voldemort wasn’t going to care about two random Muggles named Wilkins in bloody Melbourne. Other than you, your father and Snape, none of the Death-eaters were smart enough to figure it out and it turned out Snape was a double-agent, so my odds were even better than I’d counted on.”

“That’s advanced charmwork,” Draco said. “That kind of Obliviation.”

“I had to use Arithmancy too. And runes,” Hermione said. “It had to work. I couldn’t ruin their lives. I couldn’t be the reason they were killed.”

“It worked,” he said. “You saved them.”

“Yes. But it was harder to reverse than I’d hoped,” she said. She said hoped but she meant thought, planned, expected. She’d been wrong. “And when they remembered, they remembered I never asked their permission.”

“You didn’t?”

“They’d never have agreed. I cast the spell behind their backs. An assassination, my mother called it,” she said. She hadn’t told them about being tortured; they couldn’t understand Cruciatus the way anyone magical would and she didn’t want them to ask why she hadn’t confided more in them. Didn’t want them to feel guilty or worse, to accuse her of trying to make them feel guilty to justify her actions.

“You saved their lives,” Draco repeated.

“That’s what I tell myself,” she replied.

“Do you plan to specialize in memory curses? Because of your parents?” he asked.

“No. It’s not that. I became a Healer because they can understand it. They are dentists, Muggle Healer for teeth, and I was able to preserve all of that when I Obliviated them. They would have said, once, I should take up whatever career I felt called to, but they value healing. It’s something we can talk about. Without much…rancor. They see what we do as another science, this training similar enough, the way the American medical system is similar to the British one,” she said.

“Do you even want to be a Healer?” Draco said.

“It’s fine. Maybe I would have ended up here anyway. You have to master a lot of different magical disciplines and there’s some research to be done. There’s always other people around and you can get a decent cuppa in the canteen,” she said, shrugging. “The robes don’t suit me, but that’s a small price to pay.”

“You wanted something else though,” he said. “You don’t have to lie to me. I won’t try to convince you to leave St. Mungo’s.”

“There’s a course on ancient magics in Alexandria. And the Wizarding Library there, they do archival work and Anatomia liborum,” she said. “I read about it when I was researching the Horcruxes. It sounded intriguing.”

“What else?” he prompted.

“In Japan, at Mahoutokoro, there a witch studying arithmancy and algorithm engineering. That’s a Muggle science, it has to do with computers and programming, which you probably have no idea about, but it’s cutting edge work,” Hermione said.

“Instead you’re here,” he said.

“It’s not so bad,” Hermione said. It was easy to say, because she’d said it to herself about a thousand times. “I’m learning a lot and it’s important, to be able to heal people, and sometimes what’s wrong with them seems impossible, but in an absurdly funny way. My parents like it, when I tell them about work, even if I have to tone it down so they believe me.”

“Doesn’t seem like enough. Not for you,” he said.

“You’re here,” she replied, before she thought better of it.

For a moment, Draco was so still she wondered if she’d cast a wandless Petrificus totalis without consciously registering it.

“It’s not what you think,” she said.

“What do I think, Hermione?” he asked. He didn’t sound sly or arch, not remotely mocking, though he could have and she wouldn’t have been able to blame him. He sounded serious, as if she was the final arbiter of his fate, the Chief Witch of the Wizengamot pronouncing his sentence.

“It wasn’t a grand declaration,” she said.

“I didn’t think ‘you’re here’ was a grand declaration,” he replied. He’d relaxed a bit. Bully for him. Hermione felt like she might spontaneously combust, which coupled with the lime-green robes, was certain to be unattractive.

“You’re clever and well-read and you don’t cave when I argue with you but you don’t try to squash me either,” she said. “You think of things quite differently than I do, but in a good way. You’re my peer, intellectually.”

“I’m your peer, intellectually. That’s what you meant,” he said.

“You spent your formative years with Crabbe and Goyle. It’s not nothing,” she retorted.

“I played chess with Blaise Zabini for seven years. Theo Nott taught me Sanskrit and Pazu Veda in his spare time,” he replied. It felt like an obscure jab at Harry and Ron, neither of whom would claim to be excellent student, but who each had their strengths. They were, perhaps, not ones that lent themselves to spirited discussions, especially since Hermione had an admittedly limited grasp of chess and no real motivation to learn it. She wouldn’t risk the conversation devolving into a cranky argument, relitigating their school-days.

“Theo Nott was fluent in Pazu Veda?”

“They don’t teach necromancy at Hogwarts, so I can’t vouch for his fluency, but he could read it and translate,” Draco said. He crossed his legs at the ankle, a gesture of pure insouciance. His grey eyes studied her and she lifted her chin. “You’re stalling.”

“I’m not,” she said. For possibly the first time she could remember, she wished to be paged to the receiving area to attend to a disgustingly feculent and smoking heap of Wizard burping up turds, suffering from an unknown but obviously not life-threatening curse or potion.

“If you don’t want to talk about it anymore, we won’t. I wanted you to trust me and that won’t happen if you feel like I’m grilling you or prying. I’ll try to keep doing whatever it is that makes me being here make St. Mungo’s worth it to you,” he said.

He was a Slytherin but he’d spoken as directly as an Gryffindor, as thoughtfully as any Ravenclaw, as kindly as any Hufflepuff.

“I like you,” she said.

She was not going to mention lust, her own for his face, his shoulders and his hands, the nape of his neck, the line of his thigh when he crouched down to talk to some patient on the Thickey Ward who thought they were a mole. His lips when he smiled. His eyes when he had a new idea that she was going to hate at first. She was courageous, not foolhardy.

“I like you too. Very much,” he said. “Exceedingly. I don’t want you to worry, having said it first, that your feelings are unrequited. They are very, very requited. Maximally requited.”

“I only said I like you,” she replied.

“I know. You don’t make grand declarations. I do. When they are called for,” he said.

“And it’s called for now?”

“We’ve worked together for seven years. We’ve known each other since we were eleven. You just admitted you like me. I’m not risking waiting another decade for you to understand how I feel about you,” he said. “Wizards have long lives but I’d hate to have this conversation with a white beard down to my navel.”

“You will never have a white beard down to your navel. You’d never do something so cliché,” Hermione said.

“You’re probably right. But I still prefer telling you tonight,” he said. “It means that when I ask you if you’d like a cup of tea and a biscuit in the canteen, you’ll know I don’t just mean a cup of tea and a biscuit.”

“But we’d still have those, right?” Hermione said. “Because I skipped lunch today.”

“I will buy you every biscuit in the canteen,” he said. “And breakfast tomorrow morning. Somewhere where you can get a decent omelet.”

“So, someplace Muggle,” Hermione said.

“Most assuredly so. At least until we both have a weekend off,” he said.

“Then what?”

“Then I take you to Paris.”

Five hexes, three Dark-adjacent curses, nine (nine!) misbrewed Potions causing inflammation, exudation, and one case of rapid-fire recitation in Norn, an unlicensed researcher’s run-in with a surly matagot, and a family suffering from mazy measles, meant that no biscuits, chocolate, ginger or lemon, were consumed and the tea in the canteen’s urn remained untasted by either of them.

They did, however, make quick work of a passable cheese omelet at a very nice café once they’d given sign-out to the day’s team.

And Draco Side-alonged her home, giving her a kiss on the cheek at the door.

Hermione kissed him back. Not on the cheek.

She wasn’t about to wait for Paris for a French kiss, not when they had so little say over the on-call schedule.

Not when he looked at her with those sleepy grey eyes.

Not when he murmured her name against her lips.

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the-mellow-drama · 6 months

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Another drabble (who is she)

nsfw, explicit sexual content, minors do not engage,

beta'd by EastWindmlk

It was risky to be sneaking around the Ministry, fucking in broom closets and bathrooms, occasionally sucking him off under his desk but Hermione wouldn't have it any other way. It was supposed to be just a mutually beneficial relationship, a way of easing the tension after a long day. Of course, they never went to each other's places; they would simply wait for Ernie to close up and then they would meet each other in an abandoned office or a broom closet.

But the last time they ever fucked in secret; Draco told her he needed more and if she didn’t like that, she could find someone else.

"This isn't just sex anymore, Hermione, you know that." For Merlin's sake, they were even calling each other by their first name!

"No-Draco, I-" Hermione stuttered, grabbing up her skirt and torn knickers. He would destroy them every time, pleased with the idea of her Apparating home with no knickers on. "I can't, Draco," Hermione sighed, sliding the zipper up her thigh and smoothing out the fabric, busying her hands so that he couldn't see them shake.

She turned to leave but stopped as she heard Draco say, "If you leave, that's it. You can find someone else to satisfy your needs,” he spit out the last word as if it was such a burden for him. "Don't act like you didn't get anything out of this. I'm sure it was so challenging to have regular orgasms, Malfoy." The name tumbles past her lips, and she regrets them instantly.

Draco straightens up to his full height, wiping the fleeting look of panic from his face as he sneers down at her. "Fine. Have a good evening, Granger. " He emphasizes her last name, steps past her, and walks out the door, leaving Hermione alone and very, very confused.

***

Their… ‘arrangement’...had begun very suddenly. It was only supposed to happen one time; exhausted, Hermione had walked a stack of files down to Draco’s office, her eyes drooping shut as he walked her through the case he had been assigned.

“Granger, are you listening to me?” Draco asked and Hermione’s eyes shot open.

“What were you saying?”

Draco has smiled at her devilishly and stood up, slowly walking around to sit in front of the chair Hermione was occupying.

“You look stressed, Granger.” He had said and Hermione couldn’t understand why she wanted to pull him toward her and kiss him. “It’s just work. Nothing to worry about.” But he had called her back.

He offered, "just to take the edge off things" and Hermione had been more than happy to bend over and let someone take care of her, even though it was her childhood nemesis.

After that, they stopped by whenever one of them needed a physical release, usually it was more for Hermione’s benefit than Draco’s, but he assured her it was no problem at all. She would bend over her desk, and he would eat her out until she was so close to orgasm and then he would pull away, sliding his pants down and groaning as he filled her, holding her close to him as she rode out her climax.

After Harry almost caught them in the locker rooms after a Ministry Quidditch game, they decided that they needed to be more careful going forward. Draco and Hermione decided that staying late after work would be best, considering they already worked late most nights anyway.

***

Hermione went home that night and drowned her sorrows in a bubble bath with slow jazz music playing in the background. Crookshanks, her scraggly orange cat from Hogwarts rounded the corner of the bathroom, peeked in on her, and then stalked away, seemingly uninterested in her unrequited feelings for a certain blond prat.

***

A week later, Hermione was an hour late to work, the night before was spent tossing and turning as she fitfully tried to sleep.

Honestly, it was embarrassing that she was this hung up on him. It was supposed to be just sex, but somewhere along the lines, it shifted into something… nice. And comfortable.

She would stop by his office for a quick shag but by the end, they would end up on the couch, sparring about work. Hermione would argue one point and Draco would do his best to convince her she was wrong.

The day before a particularly brutal court case. He would drill her on the facts, statistics, and evidence she was presenting until she stopped stumbling and tripping over her words and met his eyes with a quiet ferocity that spoke to how much the case meant to her.

When she felt satisfied with the argument, she would present to the Wizengamot, Draco would crush her to his chest and whisper praises into her hair. She would smile and slowly unbutton his dress shirt and, in time they were sweaty and boneless on the couch.

That afternoon, having got nothing done, she made her way to his corner office. A nice quiet space that resembled him, oddly. Simple furniture and a plant here and there, elegant and understated.

She knocked on the door, a quick two raps of her knuckles, a pause, and then three more. If this was before, he would already be pulling his tie from his neck and slipping his shoes off. Instead, he simply stated, “Come in,” in a bored and uninterested tone.

Hermione slipped through the door and smiled sheepishly. She had enough foresight to bring a folder on the Donovan case, her appearance to the Wizengamot only days away. She held it up and shrugged.

“For old time sakes?” She asked and Draco nodded, albeit a bit hesitantly. He asked her the same questions he normally would, attempting to catch her off guard or get her to trip up but his heart wasn’t in it. He looked as though he was waiting for it to be over. When he was satisfied, he closed the file and passed it back to her.

“You’re ready,” Draco stated simply, and Hermione smiled again.

“So, how are you?” she asked. Draco scowled.

“Don’t pretend to care for my well-being. Merlin knows you didn’t when you ended things.” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand.

His reaction made Hermione gasp. “Me!? You’re the one that said this was ‘over’!” Hermione shrieked and normally, she would have the decency to be embarrassed but she couldn’t bring herself to feel anything except anger.

“I said I needed more, and you threw it back into my face,” Draco said, standing up and looming over her.

“I thought you were having a go, Malfoy! Why the fuck else would you want ‘more’ with me?”

“Because I fucking fell for you!” He shouted and Hermione gaped at him. Draco scoffed and fell back into his chair. “Now you know, and you can leave.” Draco finalized but Hermione shook her head. “You fell for me?” She narrowed her eyes disbelievingly. The notion was laughable.

“Of course I did, you dolt I fell for our arguments and your hair after we fucked and your smile when I would congratulate you and our quiet conversations about our favorite books.” Draco leaned forward in his chair and continued.

“Our lunch conversations and our sex in the broom closets, but it wasn’t enough. And you wouldn’t want more, and I knew that and it felt like the easiest way to end it for both of us.” Draco finished quietly and Hermione stalled for a second before smiling and closed the distance between them. She ducked down and instinctively, Draco’s hands wrapped around her waist. “And you didn’t realize that I fell for you, you absolute git” She pressed her lips to his and her body sang, and heart fluttering.

Draco kissed her back just as intensely, standing up and spinning them around so that she sat in his chair instead.

He kneeled before her and slid his hands up the back of her bare thighs, groaning at the feeling of her soft, warm skin under his palms. He grabbed her legs and dropped her feet on his thighs, working on the straps of her shoes.

When her shoes were off, he kissed her knees and her legs fell apart. His breath ghosted up her skin, and Hermione shivered, biting back a moan. His fingers pushed her skirt up, baring her lace knickers to him and he sighed.

“I’m going to take my time with you now, Granger. Gonna make you mine,” he told her, and Hermione stammered.

“Yes, Draco–please–” she was cut off as his fingers slowly pulled her knickers to the side and he thumbed her clit. He groaned against her thigh.

“You’re so wet for me, Hermione. Gods, you’re beautiful–” He delved between her thighs, and she sighed as he licked up slit, grazing his teeth along her clit nestled between her folds. “You taste divine. All for me,” he rasped, and Hermione let out a shaky breath. “All yours, Draco–” Hermione sighed, and Draco groaned again before pushing up off the floor, eliciting a whine from the witch on his chair. “Need to have you, Granger–please,” he begged, and Hermione was more than happy to oblige.

He pulled her up and dragged her over to the couch that they had become intimately familiar with. She sprawled out on the couch after peeling off her skirt and practically ripping off her shirt, revealing her lacy brallete to him. She could have sworn he stopped breathing.

Draco slowly crawled up the length of her, kissing every inch of her exposed skin until he met her lips.

“After this, you’re mine, Granger. Fucking swear it,” he demanded as he bit the skin of her neck and she keened. “Yes, Draco. Please–” Hermione whined and reached for his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down his thighs. He grabbed hold of his cock and sliding it between her legs, her arousal coating him, lined himself up, taking one last look at her reverent gaze before slowly filling her.

He couldn’t describe the feeling as anything other than coming home. She clenched around him perfectly, and he couldn’t help but drop to his elbows and bury his face in her neck, whimpering into her skin.

He filled her until she came, her fingers desperately clutching his hair. He came after, fingers curled around her hair as he shivered before stilling, falling on top of her.

Hermione carded her fingers through his hair, combing it back off his forehead. He kissed her neck, grabbed her hand, lacing it tightly in his much larger grip, and kissed her knuckles.

“All mine, Granger. You’ll never get rid of me now,” he told her jokingly, and she laughed.

“Good, I have no intention of letting you go any time soon.”

#ao3 fanfic #dramione #ao3 writer #draco x hermione #harry potter #beta reader #fanfiction

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diana-bookfairchild · 1 year

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Happy Birthday to my favourite character! @thethreebroomsticksficfest

“Hi, Hedwig,” Harry stroked his snowy owl’s head, settled comfortably in one of the nooks of the Owlery. The view from the window was astounding; even better, perhaps, than the one from the Gryffindor common room and dorms.

Hedwig made a crooning noise, flapping her wings as she hopped up his arm. Harry knew several fellow owl owners had special gloves or arm-covering they wore for this, but he had never felt the necessity for one. Hedwig never hurt him, and besides, the digging in of her claws into his skin was comforting even as it stung sharply.

“Ron and Hermione are fighting again,” he started on the update he always gave his owl about his day-to-day life. It was nice, telling it as though he had someone who cared.

Hedwig did care, after all.

“And this time. . . I dunno, Hedwig. It feels more permanent this time. Last time was – indirectly – because of me, and the Firebolt. Oh, and the Firebolt!” Harry gushed. “It’s amazing! It’s tons better than even the advertisements, and those would make you think the broom is worth your life. We won the match with Ravenclaw using it! I mean, I’m pretty sure we would’ve won even without—” He felt a dull pang for his beloved Nimbus. “But the Firebolt was a lot of encouragement, I’m sure. I bet I could outfly even you on it, Hedwig.” He teased.

He liked to think the look Hedwig gave him now was one of extreme derision. Sometimes he genuinely thought she could understand what he was saying. Hermione would know if magical messenger owls had any more special abilities.

The thought of Hermione was enough to bring down his euphoria. He drew his knees to his chest. “I dunno, Hedwig. I just miss her. But she is in the wrong here!” He added, voicing the thoughts he hadn’t dared to since that disastrous conversation with his friend. “I mean, it does look like Crookshanks ate Scabbers, and obviously that’s natural for cats and rats—” Harry spared a grimace for the school that allowed cats, rats, owls and toads as pets (he was sure this wasn’t the first nor last incident of animals clashing), “But she should still apologize, right? I mean, I don’t know. What do you think?”

Hedwig blinked at him, nipping his ear gently.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m going to let them resolve this on their own.” He decided. He hadn’t liked the thought of interfering anyway, and the resolution was a relief. “But I hope they do it soon. I miss all three of us together. The homework help, too,” he joked. Hedwig hooted admonishingly.

“Good thing I got you, huh, girl? If I had a cat too, this’d be a never-ending mess.” He mused.

Hedwig fixed him with a stare, as if to say he should have gotten her anyway. “Yeah, obviously. You’re the best. Even if I don’t have that much mail that needs delivering,” he added guiltily. Hagrid, the Weasleys and Hermione used Hedwig too, but he still felt bad about her sitting in the owlery all the time without any work. “I wish I had someone to write to. For the sake of it too, but also for you.”

Hedwig just huffed, flapping her wings in his face.

Harry grinned. “Yeah. I’m glad I have you anyway too, Hedwig.”

#harry potter #fanfic #fanfiction #the three broomsticks #prisoner of azkaban #hedwig

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dreamerofasgard · 8 months

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Artifacts of Merlin

Chapter Two -

Train rides and Hidden Ties

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

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Warnings: Arguing, teasing, swearing, cuteness

Today was the day, you waited for Hermione at the normal spot on Platform 9¾. This morning you got dressed quickly in a blue blouse and black pelleted skirt, your mother always swore that you dressed as if Ravenclaw was more than just your house but your whole wardrobe. You were more than a half-hour earlier than the past couple of years due to your excitement. Taking a seat with your things and your two animal companions, Lyra your cat, and Hawthorn your owl, you began to go over what you know about the coded book to pass the time. Looking over what you know, it becomes clear that Merlin may have originally written in code to protect what he found from dark wizards.

Given that Morgan le Faye was one of the most powerful witches, a dark one at that, and a part of Authur's court it made the most sense for such caution but the more you looked at the code the more confusing it got. Once you were at Hogwarts you'd have access to all your code and cipher books again but until then you had to work with what you remember. The first thing about any code was to check for repeating words which you found quickly when Draco first presented the tome and journals to you.

Now all you had to do was figure out which words were part of the code and which were filler, you sighed as you looked over the passage you had copied. What words truly didn’t belong and which were the true code yet to be deciphered? As you sat there confused at your notes you didn’t hear the soft footsteps on the tile making their way towards you.

“We aren’t even on the train yet and you are already studying without me,” Hermione dressed in her normal casual clothes said as she set Crookshanks down to play with Lyra before sitting down next to you.

“Studying without you, never” closing your notebook before turning to look at Hermione, “Just a little puzzle Draco gave me to keep my mind extra sharp to beat you at the History of Magic, again,” you said as you hugged your her.

“I doubt Malfoy can help you beat me at anything, but I’ll take your word for it. Since you two are totally not into each other or anything of the sort,” she said as she looked down at the pen Draco got you for last Christmas.

“Hey now look who’s talking. You spent most of the summer at the Weasley’s and all you did other than fight with Ron was think about him,” you said crossing your arms as your cheeks turned red.

“Well he’s just being difficult and an oaf,” Hermione said as she looked down at the floor while blushing “Besides its not like we don’t hang out a lot we are practically glued to each other once Harry is around.” Saying as she looks up at you as another friend starts approaching from behind you as Hermione scowls at them.

“Well I think the three of you need to-AHH” you were cut off as someone tickled your sides from behind as you elbowed them in the stomach hearing them groan.

Hermione couldn’t help but chuckle as she saw Draco Malfoy dressed in an all-black suit hunched over holding his stomach as a ‘punishment’ for sneaking up and tickling you.

“Not funny Granger,” Draco said as he looked at the Gryffindor annoyed before he then Y/n turned around and looked at him, “Merlin’s sake Y/n that hurt.”

“Haven't I told you not to sneak up on me Draco,” you said jokingly as you got up and helped him sit down next to you. “Don’t you remember what happened last time someone did that?”

“I remember. I remember.” He said as he sat down on the small bench with you and Hermione as he leaned his head back groaning in pain.

“Says the one who didn’t learn from it and did it anyway,” Hermione said as she rolled her eyes. It was no secret that Hermione didn’t much care for Draco but in recent years he had become tolerable since she saw firsthand how different he was with you around.

“Last I remember I didn’t scare her, it was that Weasbee and Pottah,” Draco said as he looked over at Hermione with an amused expression, “I remember that I was working with Y/n in potions like always and Weasbee thought it would be a grand idea to try and take her wand while she was adding to the potion but he bumped her and then the potion blew up.” He said chuckling lightly before groaning again as his stomach still hurt.

“Ron bumped into her because Goyle and Crabbe behave like toddlers, you insufferable blonde ferret,” Hermione argued as you rolled your eyes at your two friends fighting like siblings.

"Hey now Harry dared Ron to do it," you tried to say before Hermione took out her frustration on Draco.

“Ferret? Why am I a ferret?” He said while sitting up and looking at both Hermione and Y/n as she shrugged her shoulders just as confused as he was.

"Because you are a spoiled, privileged, know-it-all trickster who up until two years ago was a bully toward me and so many other students," Hermione said as she looked at the blonde shooting daggers.

"And I've apologized for it," Draco said slightly pissed off as he looked from you to Hermione "I know I wasn't exactly the best these past couple of years," Draco said calmly as he looked over at Hermione before looking at you sadly as he knew that you hated the fighting. "I'm trying my best to make up for what I've done."

"I understand that Malfoy, but just because you are taking the right steps doesn't mean everyone will be quick to forgive you," Hermione said calmly while gathering her stuff and cat, "I'll see you later Y/n," she said before walking towards the Weasleys and Harry who just showed up.

"You have to admit Draco," you turn and look at him, "She is right. You kinda did put most of Gryffindor through hell until last year."

"I know I know," he says while looking down at the train station floor. "Thankfully you talked some sense into me before I got worse." He said shifting a bit in his seat remembering how angry you were after the Buckbeck incident. "Though I still don't understand how you tolerate Granger when she gets like that," Draco said as he sat up and looked over at the mostly ginger group as they chatted.

"Because despite how much you two hate each other my life wouldn't be complete without my two amazing and smart best friends," you said smiling at the blonde boy.

"When you put it that way it seems as though your friendship with both of them makes you feel whole, like how mooncalves without the moon hide away during the day. They would be lonely without the light of the moon every night,” said the soft angelic voice of Luna Lovegood as she knelt down to play with Lyra as both Draco and you looked at her dumbfounded.

“Luna you scare me sometimes with how accurate you are,” Y/n said as you smiled at your whimsical friend.

"And how you randomly appear," Draco said under his breath as you nudged him slightly, "I'm just saying."

"You two remind me of these Kneazles I raised over the summer," Luna started as she picked up your cat, "Both searching for some new adventure but coming back together when it gets too hard to go alone," she said mysteriously as she handed Draco the cat before leaving to get her stuff as the Hogwarts Express that just pulled into the station.

"We remind her of what?" Draco turned to you confused as Lyra played with his black tie.

"Apparently cats. But it was maybe, sweet? I don't know anymore" You said smiling a bit as you stood up and began to gather your things. "Come on now ferret boy we got a train to board." turning to him as you loaded up your trolly.

Draco groaned as he stood up and walked with you pushing his trolly as your cat jumped from his shoulder onto your trolly. "Really? I'm not a ferret," he said as he looked down slightly annoyed at the new nickname you made.

"Oh, come on Darco ferrets are smart and brilliant animals. Plus they are some of the cutest mammals out there," you said trying to ignore the blush forming as you nudge him while walking.

Draco blushed slightly as he looked up and smiled at you. "Ferrets are smart and brilliant you say?" he said as he walked with you.

"Indeed my dear Dragon, Hermione may have meant it as an insult but it does suit you," smiling as you parked your trolly by the luggage attendant and put Lyra in her carrier next to Hawthorn.

"Gotta catch up with a few friends," you said as you hugged Draco. "I'll see you and those journals, in a bit okay?"

"Yeah I'll see you soon Y/n," he said as he held you close not knowing that a few friends were watching from inside the train.

Draco POV

After Y/n walked away towards the booth that Hermione was most likely in. Draco just stood there for a minute before going to the booth his friends were in.

"What was that all about?" said Pansy as she was standing arms crossed just inside the hallway of the train.

"Excuse me?" he said confused about what Pansy meant as he tried to walk past her to their normal booth.

"That hug with Y/n. Please tell me you two finally started dating." Pansy said as she continued to block his path while smirking at him.

"No Pansy we didn't," he rolled his eyes, "Now please move I'd like to sit down." Getting more frustrated by the second.

"Well that's a shame, I like how she makes you less grumpy," she said as she stepped out of his way. "And she clearly has-” Before she could continue she was cut off by her boyfriend Blaise Zabini.

“Pansy, let him sit down and relax before you start gossiping, please darling,” Blaise said as Draco finally found his best mate in their normal booth.

“Fine I'll let the 'ferret boy' relax," smirking as she sat down next to Blaise as Draco sighed while sitting down across from the couple.

"You heard that?" Draco questioned as he wasn't angry but more embarrassed than anything else.

"Oh please Dray, I hear everything," Pansy smirked as the train car began to fill up with students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

"That's what scares me," said Draco under his breath as he looked out the window and saw all the parents waving at their children from the platform.

Blaise chuckled as he was the only one who heard Draco since Pansy was too busy watching people get onto the train car and carefully eavesdropping on each conversation. Draco's thoughts went to the journals and tome he had you look at. The books were safe in the black messenger bag you got him for Christmas since he put a small protection charm on it just in case someone wanted to take it.

Draco hadn’t been paying much attention to the conversation his friends were having until he felt someone sit down next to him. He turned his head slightly and saw Theo Nott had sat down next to him.

“I see that Draco is his normal quiet self. Nothing interesting happened this summer?” Theo asked as he looked over at his friends.

"Well I can tell you one thing that didn't happen this summer," Pansy said smugly while looking at Draco.

"Oooh, do tell Pansy. I'm all ears about what the 'Prince of Slytherin' wasn't able to achieve," Theo jokingly said as he leaned back looking at Pansy.

"Well our dear prince still hasn't confessed his undying love towards his dear childhood friend Y/n this summer," she said dramatically as Blaise rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"He didn't," Theo said pretending to be shocked as he turned toward Draco. "Come on mate it's been a good while now since you've started 'fixing' up your attitude and building up the courage to tell her how you feel, so why haven't you?" he said teasing Draco's new behavior.

"It's complicated," Draco said coldly as he looked at his friends while loosening his tie.

"Bloody Hell Draco, no it isn't," Theo said while throwing his hands up, "You fancy her, ask her out on a date."

"You are ridiculous," Draco said as he stood up, "Move Nott," almost growling as he looked at Theo.

"Fine be in denial," Theo said as he stood up and moved out of the way. "But just know if you don't make a move, someone else will."

Before anyone else could say anything to Draco he was already out of the train car. On his way, he grabbed the bag with the journals and the tome checking to see if anyone tampered with it. Once he was sure nobody messed with it, he continued to where Y/n would meet him.

Normal POV

You'd been staring out the window waiting for Draco to come with the journals for only a few minutes thinking about all the secrets Merlin kept in his journals. To think after all this time, that one of the greatest wizards of all time's journals were at your disposal, let alone with your best friend. You were too lost in thought to hear the compartment door open and close before someone sat down next to you.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco said as he took out the journals and tome before standing up and closing the compartment blinds carefully.

"Nothing that you don't already know," you said happily as you opened the first journal. "How was the Slytherin gang? Pansy still the school gossip?" you questioned as you took out your notebook and pen.

"Still the school gossip it seems," he said as he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before sitting back down next to you, "Blaise is his normal quiet self. Pansy hasn't changed him yet, thankfully," smiling as he watched you began to write some notes.

"I highly doubt that Pansy can change him unless he wanted to though I believe his attitude about blood status has improved since I started helping you understand," looking up from the tome to look Draco in the eyes for a moment before copying down more notes. "Even if it was hard at first."

Draco smiled as he listened to you talk about his friend and how much progress he made since that first day you started 'whipping him into shape'. He'd never admit to anyone except you, his mother, and Blaise how much of an ass he really was two years ago. Theo had made fun of him after he once saw you and Draco practicing with Luna and Neville practicing charms by the Black Lake. Theo complained about how he was hanging out with Looney Lovegood and Loasy Longbottom, for some reason this made Draco mad when he talked about your friends but he didn't understand why.

"Hard yes, but it's easier thanks to you and your endless amount of patience," he said as he looked over at what you were copying down, "Are those star maps?" confused about how you got to star maps.

"I decoded a few of the first lines and they were talking about how 'Casseopia greets the Lion and the Dragon on a cool evening. Once greeted the confusione shall disappear from thy parchment' so I drew up a rough star map to see how the stars would be positioned during the coming months," you said as you explained happily what you found.

"So when do Cassiopeia, Leo, and Draco greet each other in the night sky?" he said awkwardly unsure if this was a big clue or not.

"it seems so but I'll check the star maps in the library to be sure. So how does it feel that your namesake is a part of this riddle my dear dragon?" teasing him a bit as you nudged him playfully.

"Confused yet important," he said as he sat up giving you his smug smirk. "And if it wasn't for me snooping around my family library we wouldn't be on whatever adventure this is." nudging you back as he normally would though it felt a little different.

"Well as much as that is true, you'd be lost without me Draco," smiling as you stood up, "probably best to get changed into my robes before I get lost in the journals"

"I'll stay here till you get back Y/n," smiling as he watched you open the compartment door and close it behind you. He looked over your notes while you were gone trying desperately to read your handwriting when he thought he saw the slightest hint of a heart next to his name.

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claymoresword · 2 years

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I Choose Her | Chp: 5

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: fluff, angst (kinda), draco malfoy propaganda, reader and hermione are so in love btw

Note: sorry for the wait i had severe case of writers block but this might've been my favourite chapter to write so far! there's no smut in this but i have plans for the next chapter so keep a look out :)

this one's a little darker basically following the tone of the last 3 movies so it's gonna get more serious as it goes but i will try my best to keep it entertaining! anyway i hope u enjoy :)

ps: thanks for the love shown on the previous chapters it motivates me to keep it going so yeah i just appreciate all of u a lot

Chapter 6

You were stood in a spacious room you quickly recognised to be in Malfoy Manor.

You clutch your side, a throbbing pain shooting through it as if you had just been struck there.

Your eyes stung and your throat felt hoarse. You had been screaming.

"Let her go!" You shouted.

Bellatrix shoots you a grin, before cackling maniacally.

Blinding rage courses through you.

How did you get here?

You swore to protect Hermione and now she was seconds away from being seriously harmed.

How did it get this bad?

You attempted to run from the darkness. Refused to embrace it and now Hermione is paying the price.

Bellatrix pushes the dagger closer to Hermione's throat and you lunge forward before feeling a strong hand grab your shoulder.

Draco.

You meet his gaze with a pleading look.

"Call him." He merely says, with a stony expression.

He gestures to your arm before looking down at it.

It was then you took notice of the Death Eater mark inked into your skin.

You reach down to touch it in disbelief. You don't recall pledging your loyalty to the Dark Lord. You can't believe you betrayed Hermione.

This can't be happening.

You glance up at Draco once more before feeling a sudden pressure on the mark and you finally jolt awake.

You open your eyes to see Crookshanks gnawing at that spot on your arm.

No dark mark.

The ginger cat releases your arm and eventually settles by your side over the covers. You give him a loving pat before glancing over to catch a glimpse of wavy brown hair.

Reality finally sets in.

You were in bed with Hermione.

She was safe.

You move closer to her, wrapping your arm around her stomach. Your bare front flush against her back. You were only in your underwear. Hermione was entirely undressed from the night before.

You place a kiss on the shorter girl's shoulder before nuzzling into her.

Hermione starts to stir and she hums enjoying the warmth emitting from you.

"Morning." She says softly, voice still heavy from sleep.

"Hi" You respond.

"Sleep well?" You ask as Hermione turns around to face you.

She nods, a smile forming on her lips.

"Like a baby." Hermione quips.

You return the smile before leaning in to place a kiss on her lips but you are stopped by her hand on your chest.

"Morning breath." She mutters as she scrunches up her nose.

You chuckle before quickly getting up and rushing over to the bathroom.

Crookshanks following swiftly behind you, sitting by the bathroom door.

You stalled for a second remembering that you didn't keep a spare toothbrush in her dorm room.

"Scourgify." You quickly exclaimed.

You normally prefered to brush your teeth the muggle way because you found that the cleaning spell only worked to clean your teeth superficially, but you figured it'll do for now.

Before leaving the bathroom you spotted Hermione's mouthwash by the sink and decided to gargle the blue liquid for good measure. You magic the cap back on before rushing over to join your girlfriend in bed.

You get underneath the covers from the foot of the bed. Crawling your way up you find Hermione's bare thigh, placing a kiss on it. You move up, planting another one on her stomach.

Hermione let's out a gasp at the sensation before giggling.

Your head finally emerges from underneath the covers, your face hovering over hers.

Her hand settles at the back of your neck as she meets your gaze, pure longing in her eyes.

You lean in to kiss her before she had time to protest. She kisses you back and you intended on deepening the kiss running your tongue across her bottom lip.

She mumbles something in response before placing her hand on your chest again.

You pull away giving her a questioning look.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet." Hermione explains before weakly attempting to push you off her.

You don't move.

"I don't care." You counter before kissing her again your tongue swiftly entering her mouth and Hermione lets out a moan against your lips. No longer protesting.

You tongue meets hers and you shiver at the feeling, your body aching for her. You were both still exhausted from the night before but the desire you feel in this moment ultimately prevailing.

You disconnect your lips to shift your attention to her neck. Hermione's chest heaving as she attempts to catch her breath but it's made difficult by you running your tongue across her collar bone, then across the base of her jawline.

Your mouth finally settling on her neck, you place a wet kiss on it before you hear Hermione gasp. She grabs your shoulders, stilling your movement.

You lift up your head to catch her glancing at the clock on the wall.

"You should get back to your dorm or else we'll be late for class." Hermione says.

You let out a groan your head falling to rest on her chest.

She runs her hand through your hair before placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You look up at her, furrowing your eyebrows. The thought of leaving her side right now was practically excruciating.

Hermione noticed your doleful expression.

Her hand still tangled in your hair, she pulls you in for a deep kiss. She leans back, for what you assumed to end the kiss but she suprised you by taking your bottom lip in between her teeth, tugging it slightly before connecting your lips again.

Another shiver goes through your body. Hermione seemed to notice this time as you felt a smile form on her lips mid kiss.

You wished to kiss your girlfriend forever but you had to pull away as you felt your lungs burn, demanding for you to take a breath.

You look into Hermione's eyes, her darkened gaze mirroring your own.

"I'll see you later, ok?" Hermione voices out, placing a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth.

You were tempted to suggest the both of you skip classes for today but knowing Hermione she would never agree to that.

"Fine." You grumble before playfully rolling your eyes.

Hermione lets out a giggle in response before getting out of bed.

You put on your clothes from last night as well as your socks not caring to put your shoes on, you decide to walk barefoot.

You walk up to Hermione, placing one last kiss on her cheek.

"I love you." You utter directly into her ear before making your way towards the door.

"Love you more." Hermione quips and you smile to yourself.

"That's just not possible." You retort, reaching for the doorknob.

Hermione laughs then turns her attention towards her cupboard again rummaging through it, trying to find a clean set of uniform to wear.

You make your way out of her room before hearing Hermione shout one last remark.

"Stay out of trouble!"

You start making your way back to the Slytherin dormitory.

Walking rather slowly, at this point you truly weren't in a rush to get to any place Hermione wasn't.

Your shoes in your hand and blazer draped over your shoulder.

You quickly realised running into someone you knew right now would be a little demeaning so you picked up the pace.

You turn the corner to the common room thinking you had successfully made it back undetected.

You are stopped in your tracks when you noticed you were inches away from almost running into a tall figure.

Professor Snape.

You swallowed before meeting his stern gaze.

"Professor." You greet him, bowing your head slightly.

You noticed him scan your entire appearance, a blantant look of disapproval on his face.

"How nice of you to grace us with your presence this morning Miss y/n. " He says gesturing to the common room door.

"Too good for your own dorm?" Snape quips.

You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, despising his condescension.

"No sir." You simply respond, best to avoid conflict this early in the morning.

You start walking again hoping the confrontation was over but he stops you.

"Not so fast." The professor scolds.

"Your father has expressed his concerns about you." Snape states.

"Sir?" Your face contorts in confusion, hoping he'd elaborate.

"Based on the company you keep I can understand why." He remarks.

"With all due respect Professor, who I associate myself with should be nobody's concern but mine." You retort, clear irritation in your tone.

You then winced slightly once you remembered who you were speaking to.

You refused to let it show in your expression, matching his stern gaze before attempting to take your leave again.

He extends his hand this time grasping your arm rather tightly. He speaks before you had time to react.

"Heed my advice Y/N, listen to your parents. If you truly care for the girl. You will do as they say." Snape whispers for you to hear, an earnest tone in his voice, one you've never heard from the head of house before.

Your eyes widened at the mention of Hermione.

You stare up at him for a moment unable to conjure a response. He finally releases your arm before continuing down the hallway leaving you alone.

You find yourself recalling the dream you had earlier.

You hate to admit it but Snape was right. Joining the death eaters was the best chance you had at keeping Hermione safe. All you were doing at this point was delaying the inevitable.

You couldn't do this alone, you needed to speak to Draco. Sure he has his flaws but he is genuinely the one person apart from Hermione you found yourself trusting. You needed his insight.

You were in the great hall having lunch. Trying to catch a glimpse of Draco but he was nowhere to be seen.

You look up glancing at the Gryffindor table in hopes of spotting your girlfriend.

A smirk forms on your lips once you noticed her fixed gaze on you. You throw her a wink and you watched as a blush forms on her face before looking away.

A wide smile flashing across your face, reveling in the effect you had on Hermione.

Your smile drops quickly once you noticed Draco making his way out of the great hall. You got up and tried to catch up to him but he dissappeared into the boys bathroom before you had the chance. You stood outside, you decide you'll speak to him once he walks out.

You looked ahead and noticed Harry walking towards the bathroom and you move to hide behind a pillar.

A determined expression on his face. This can't be good, you thought.

A few minutes past before you hear a loud bang come from inside the bathroom. Another one following soon after and you rush in to see what was happening for yourself.

You walk in to Harry throwing a spell at Draco. The platinum haired boy ducking before shooting a spell right back.

You couldn't believe they were dueling right here in the middle of the boys bathroom.

You quickly ran towards Draco, pulling your wand out of your pocket.

"Stop the two of you, enough!" You exclaim, but were thoroughly ignored by the boys.

"Stupefy!" Harry this time throws a spell directly in your direction but you moved your wand quickly, deflecting it.

This seemed to anger Draco more as he throws another spell at the Gryffindor, breaking one of the doors on the stalls.

"Thats enough!" You shout once again.

Harry lifts up his wand pure vengeance in his eyes.

"Sectumsempra!" He exclaims, you leapt infront of Draco without thought, blocking the spell with your own body.

The wind gets knocked out of you before feeling a searing pain all across your body.

You fall to the ground, your vision blurred.

The pain was blinding. The worst pain you had ever felt in your life. You gasp trying to catch your breath but it seemed air refused to fill your lungs.

"Y/n!" Draco exclaims dropping on his knees next to you.

You hear him shouting for help before your vision narrows and all you're met with is darkness.

You are awakened to the sound of Hermione arguing with someone. You soon recognised the other voice to be Harry.

"You had no proof to begin with, why would you do something as stupid as this?" Hermione asks angrily.

"I thought they were working together, she was protecting him, Hermione." Harry retorts.

"So that's excuse enough to attack her? She could've died Harry! Do you even realise that?" Hermione raises her voice.

You decide to put an end to the bickering although you were content listening to your girlfriend come to your defence.

"Hermione." You croak, your throat felt sore.

Your girlfriend rushes to your side and grabs your hand.

"I'm here baby, I'm here." She reassures and you squeeze her hand in response. Opening your eyes slightly you're met with her concerned expression.

"I'm sorry y/n-" Harry starts before he is interrupted by your girlfriend.

"Leave. She needs to rest." Hermione asserts before sitting back down next to you.

Harry stills for a beat before leaving without saying another word.

Hermione grabs your hand once again and you intertwine your fingers.

"I thought I lost you." Hermione says her voice trembling slightly.

You look up at her and her concerned gaze softens.

"Can't get rid of me that easily." You quip earning a smile from the brown haired girl.

"I told you." You add.

"Hm?" Hermione gives you a questioning look.

"We should've stayed in bed." You say matter of factly.

Hermione lets out a defeated chuckle before resting her head on your shoulder for a moment.

"Yes maybe we should've." Your girlfriend responds.

#harry potter #hermione granger imagine #hermione x reader #harry x hermione #draco x reader #draco malfoy #slytherin reader #slytherin au #slytherin #gryffindor #hermione granger

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chdarling · 1 month

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my theory has long been that crookshanks was lily and james’s cat (the one lily mentions in her letter from book 7) and that thats why he recognized padfoot and wormtail in their animagi forms, cuz he’d seen them from before the attack. anyways u mentioned a big orange cat in one of the dorcabella scenes so i am choosing to ignore the fact that crookshanks would’ve probably been a kitten at that point and deciding that that was a young crookshanks who will later be adopted by lily and james thank u goodnight

It’s a lovely theory 🥲❤️

#ch answers #tle2 #tle2 spoilers #also 😭

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fairytalewonders · 18 days

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Cat Guessing Game

This is just something I wanted to do for fun - cat’s have been assigned different stereotypes about their coats of fur and what personality traits they have as such, so I want to see if people can guess the color of my cat’s fur based off of the descriptions I give of their personality or unique quirks. And there’s one secret lizard thrown in for the fun of it.

I’ll reply and if they get any right, but I won’t say how many. In a week’s time I’ll reboot with all of the correct answers. Let’s see how many correct guesses people get.

First up:

Apple Pie (Male)

Called Apple for short

A huge talker

Stubborn

Passive Aggressive

One of the smartest animals I’ve ever seen (We had to change all of the door handle to door knobs because he learned how to open the doors. He still knows how to open the door knobs but can’t because he doesn’t have thumbs.)

When he wants to sit on you, he will sit on you, you have no choice

Half-a-tail (The vet thinks the mother licked it off when cleaning him. No obvious signs of wounds. But I remember him having a full tail when he was born?)

Quote from mom - “I saw him leading a crusade into your room.”

Binx (Male)

A sweet himbo

Very vain (I can’t express to you how vain he is)

Likes to go for car rides

likes to eat bread, doesn’t want the meat with any sandwiches though. Just the bread.

Equal opportunist.

Gets sad if you don’t at least say hi when you walk past him.

Quote from mom - “He’s…. Special.”

Cheshire (Male)

Super sweet

The chilliest animal ever (will just let you pick him up and tote him around everywhere, but my mom says I get special privileges.)

A secret sadist (has tormented the Binx.)

Has the biggest eyes I have ever seen. (My brother says he looks like a crack addict.)

Causes mischief as a fun past time when bored

Chirps?

Quote from mom - “he can’t be the one tormenting Binx, look at his face.”

Mushu (Male - probably)

I have never gotten more attitude from an animal in my entire life. Which is saying something.

Lots of side-eye

Very chill

Doesn’t like loud noises

Lazy

Quote from mom - “I have more pictures of him than I do of my own kids.” (We haven’t even had him for a full year.)

Batsy (Female)

Runt of the litter, super tiny

Will launch herself at you without a second thought

Doesn’t like big cats

Super affectionate

Quote from mom - “She’s like a flying squirrel.”

Peaches (Male)

Super sweet

Quiet

Chill

Super affectionate

(Don’t know much about him yet, I kidnapped him from outside. He’s still recovering, super skinny, can count his ribs. But we’re working on it!)

Quote from mom - “No, I haven’t seen the stray cat recently.”

Now for this next section, this section is sadly for my babies that have already passed on, but I can’t do this and in good conscious leave them out

Crookshanks (Female)

Had asthma (Did not stop her from stealing other cats kittens [as far as she was concerned they were also her children, no matter what they looked like] and occasionally picking fights and somehow winning?)

Super sweet

Also the chilliest animal ever (It may be a competition between her and Cheshire)

Passive aggressive - (Whenever she was mad at me she would put her butt in my face because she knew I didn’t like it.)

Quote from mom - “Sarah, come get your cat! She’s still the other cats kittens again!”

Tiger (Male)

Blind

Super long for a cat

Skittish

Demanding when it comes to food (he stole my fries)

Vocal when it comes to asking for attention

Would always seek me out and follow me around even though he couldn’t really see me

Gypsy (Female) (My mom named her after our Romanian heritage. I wanted something Halloween based, but after she started called her that, she responded to it.)

Also a runt

Super quiet - loved her personal space

Follower me around everywhere

Didn’t like being held

(Didn’t live very long due to health issues)

Quote from mom - “Well, she lets you hold her longer than anyone else, even if it is just for three seconds.”

Anyways, this is just for fun. I’m curious to see as to what people will answer. By the way, here’s a hint, none of these cats are purebreds.

#cats #cat #cats of tumblr #kittens #guessing game #wild mass guessing #keep them guessing #sterotypes #cat stereotypes

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A very silly Crookshanks POV drabble

God of Lovers and Lost Socks

When longing overfilled the small flat and coalesced into a dense fog of misery that coated his whiskers with every movement, Crookshanks decided it was time to get involved.

He’d watched her wait passively for months with nothing to show for it but a black oil slick of frustrated loneliness that trailed her everywhere she went. He’d been coughing up hairballs with the effort of removing it from his fur.

There was nothing passive about the way Crookshanks now waited. He stalked an opportunity with the unflagging patience of a born hunter, and when he saw it, he didn’t hesitate.

It took the shape of a crack in the door while she brought in shopping. He slipped out, pausing briefly in the stairwell to clean the sour tang of yearning from his fur.

Cats have no need of maps, or of invitations. He dozed in a sunny patch on the plush chenille of Draco’s armchair for an hour or so until he got home.

“Hermione?” Hope punctuated the pall of Draco’s tension. Then, “How did you get in here by yourself?”

Crookshanks, who guarded his secrets more closely than the pile of unmatched socks beneath Hermione’s bed, offered a different show of trust. He rolled onto his back and didn’t attack the hand that descended to caress the hidden white gossamer of his underbelly; only the second human to have done so unscathed.

When he judged that enough time had passed for the shopping to have been put away and the flat straightened, but not enough for her to panic over his absence, he led Draco to the fireplace.

“I’m certain her Floo won’t be open for me. I’ll have to Apparate you to her street.”

Crookshanks flattened his ears against the stupidity of men and dug his claws into the rug. When the green flames cleared, he twined himself in a rope of fur around Draco’s legs.

“Draco! What are you—oh!”

A voice could shoot up an octave for many reasons. Mild surprise over an unexpected visitor sounded no different than a heart-fluttering explosion of adrenaline that tightened the vocal cords. To human ears, anyway.

She grew flustered, embarrassed, and called Crookshanks away with futile enthusiasm. He coiled his body more tightly around his prey. Hands collided and foreheads nearly followed as they bent to remove him in unison.

“I’m so sorry,” she gasped, as Crookshanks sacrificed his dignity by clinging with stubborn claws to trouser fabric, only submitting when the stench of their shared mortification and uncertainty burrowed beneath his fur. He left to go clean himself on her bed.

Two days later, he allowed Draco a minute of chin scratches to ease his fog of anguish before herding him to the fireplace with a series of fluid figure-eights.

She scolded Crookshanks and promised Draco she’d keep the doors locked, since he’d evidently developed the capacity to open them. That night, he chewed a hole in her favourite jumper.

They both stewed in the haze of her jittery nerves for a solid week before he was able to breach the prison walls again. A window, opened to admit an owl, became a perfectly serviceable escape route through which her blunt human hands couldn’t hope to stop him.

Draco was permitted to lift him, languid and boneless, into the crook of his arm as they travelled back through the fireplace together. It was a strategic move that placed the pale, anxious face within striking distance.

Her gentle fingers administered a salve to soothe the sting of claws and betrayal, although a spell would’ve worked just as well. Crookshanks hissed in approval from beneath the sofa as a dinner invitation was extended under the guise of an apology for his violent antics.

Draco left that night smelling of wine and hopeful anticipation, a sweet mist of contentment left in his wake. It lasted throughout the night and filtered out into the hallway the next afternoon through the door, which she’d carelessly left open with a smile.

He did not operate on her schedule, and so he waited until the cotton cloud of happiness dissolved into streaks of agitated anxiety the colour of her empty Floo. Then he padded into the night to hunt.

His mark was a study in contradictions. Here was an optimist whose bedroom window was propped open wide enough to allow a half-kneazle to slip through, yet who slept with a murk of despair hovering suffocatingly over the bed. Crookshanks’ ears pricked to hear a familiar name muttered through dreaming lips.

He pounced.

They arrived into the silence of a sleeping flat, Draco’s nerves electrified with the knowledge of the hour and his location. When he tried to deposit his intruder on the ground and escape without notice, Crookshanks yowled with all the force of a fire alarm. She was a light sleeper.

“Are you serious, Crookshanks? Now?”

She stumbled into the darkened living room, unsteady with sleep and confusion and the urgent tugging-down of her oversized shirt.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how he keeps getting in,” Draco lied.

Cats are composed mainly of sinew and agility. It wasn’t his fault what happened next.

As she moved forward to accept responsibility and offer a hundredth unwanted apology, he barrel-rolled out of Draco’s loose grip and executed a perfect mid-air flip that landed him beneath her next step.

Strong arms broke her fall and held firm.

“I think your cat is trying to tell me something.”

“And what’s that?”

“He thinks I’m an idiot.”

“Oh. Are you?”

Crookshanks didn’t need his superior hearing to catch her breathless tone. He didn’t need night vision to see the plume of desire that surrounded them now.

“Yes, because I haven’t—I haven’t done this already.”

Lips met, followed by bodies. Crookshanks circled the perimeter of their legs until he was certain they were so attached they couldn’t ever be separated.

The flat smelled of sweet, hot joy and the fresh peppermint of beginnings.

Draco stayed, and he stayed, and he stayed.

#draco x hermione #crookshanks #crookshanks is god #dramione #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy #dhr fic #dhr fanfiction #oblivious idiots #dramione drabble #dhr

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