#ch: hermione granger

[mskrianna]

⠀⠀ ❛ А что я — ум и книги, вот и всё! Но, оказывается, есть куда более важные вещи — например, дружба и храбрость ❜

[homenumrevelio-rpg]

Debate Ministerial,

Candidata a Ministra de Magia, por la reelección:

Hermione Granger

[inabcck]

@acourtcfmuses Charlie sent: ❛I, of course, am an enigma and will divulge none of my secrets.'

Hermione just blinked at the older Weasley a few times trying to figure out where this came from. At this point in her friendship with Ron she just accepted that there was a whole host of personalities amongst the family. "I'm sorry, what?" She finally spoke up trying to make sense of all this. "I only asked what it was like working with dragons all the time. It sounds like it would be a real rush." Certainly a constant dance with danger she imagined anyways since some dragons were more inclined to burn first and ask questions later. "Or is that a secret?"

[silencedrage]

[  FACE  ] :  receiver won’t stop talking. in an attempt to get them to stop, sender grabs their face, underestimating the intensity of the act. + reverse - @vrake

She is still shivering despite the warming charms that the mediwitches had placed on them, and Hermione is pretty sure that's mostly just adrenaline still working its way through her system. She's not exactly certain how putting a body in magical stasis would affect her physiologically, but the more likely reason for the way her heart is beating is the way that Fleur's fingers keep fluttering over her face. Hermione catches a few French words here and there, and from her few visits to the country, she can pick out the ones that are definitely swear words.

Her hair is already drying into a frizzy mess, and there are even more eyes watching them than had been at the Yule Ball, but Hermione presses her palms to Fleur's cheeks tightly, trying to pull the other witch's focus back to her. "I'm here. See? I'm right here, and I'm fine." Her robes might be sopping wet and she should probably ask how Harry and Ron are doing, or how the task finished, but she just pulls Fleur in with a giddy laugh, pressing their lips together tightly. It's messy and hardly romantic, but Hermione brushes her thumb along Fleur's cheek, her cheeks red from both the cold and her sudden shyness. "Did you go with a Bubble-Head charm?"

[fandomlit]

academic affair, prologue (remus lupin x reader)

series summary being a professor at hogwarts always brought you an interesting day, but your past starts to reappear in odd ways: in the son of one of your former best friends, a dog you can't stop seeing, and an old crush getting the cursed job the school. it all looks to mean one thing--it's time to stop running from the things you tried hard not to think about.

warning none

a/n if you all are interested in seeing this continue as a series please please let me know!! im loving this concept :)

gif cred belongs to @rxmuz

harry, hermione, and ron were gathered in the empty classroom you were to begin a lesson in after your snack break--a habit they had grown into shortly after meeting you their first year. your feet were propped up on your desk as you ate your salad, watching harry pace and complain about his third-year classes already, despite only being a few days into the term.

"i think they're all riveting so far," hermione spoke bossily, shaking her head at the complaining boys.

"how would you know? you weren't even in potions today!" ron accused. you winked at hermione as her face flushed slightly. you knew her little time turner secret--it was a fate few students endured, but you had been one of the professors to recommend her for the honor when dumbledore inquired.

"i was there! we learned about the benefits of frog liver in healing potions!"

ron and harry looked to each other. "I actually don't know if that's true or not."

you let out a laugh before speaking, "it's just the second week, harry. it'll get better! patience is key."

harry huffed as he flopped into one of the chairs in the front row. "why can't i just take your class already?"

you shrugged. "i'll let you in." his head piped up. "if you can read my leaves from my old cup of tea for me." he sunk back down into the chair as you tutted, "have to know divination to take theory, harry. sad, but true."

he sulked for another moment before admitting, "i do like the new defense against the dark arts professor. lupin seems good."

the other two agreed and began to chat about it as you froze mid-chew.

when you heard remus lupin was taking the dark arts position, a rush of old, buried emotions came flooding back to you. your stupid schoolgirl crush seemed to take up space in your heart once again before you had even seen him again, and you cursed yourself for letting it happen. but remus was one of your best friends in your hogwarts days, and you had always wondered what could have been if you had ever had the guts to pursue something with him..

" .. professor? y/n!"

you snapped back into the moment, swallowing your bite as you gave your attention back to the trio. "sorry. got lost in thought. what's up?"

"did you know lupin when you went to hogwarts?"

your heart jumped unwillingly. "oh--yeah, of course. i don't want to air out his business for him if he hasn't said.. but he was very close to your parents, as well, harry." harry blinked in surprise. "but again, not my place to say without knowing if he wants all that to be said." the trio nodded.

"has he always had those scars?" ron asked, waving to his face. 

you smiled a little. "yes. not those, specifically, but he always had a knack for getting new wounds back in our hogwarts days. never without a scratch."

"sounds like-"

"professor l/n?" all four of you looked to the open door of the classroom to see professor lupin himself standing with one hand on the frame, as if he had been summoned when you began to talk about him. your heart skipped while he swept his gaze to the students, lifting a hand in greeting, "hello harry, miss granger, mister weasley." they greeted him in return before he looked back to you as you swung your feet to the ground a little clumsily. you prayed your face wasn't as hot as it felt. "have you all seen a toad hopping about? had a student say he lost sight of him after charms this morning."

"oh, neville?" you laughed softly and the other three chuckled. lupin nodded. "no, we haven't seen trevor. we'll be sure to inform the owner if he's spotted, however."

lupin gave you a nod. "thanks." he paused for a moment in the doorway, looking like he was going to say something more, before patting the doorframe and moving away. after a moment you cleared your throat, swinging your feet back onto your desk and shuffling your fork through your salad.

"so, what were we saying before all that? something about divination?"

"you totally fancy professor lupin!" hermione scoffed. it was the first time you had seen her gaze properly off of her homework all afternoon. and she looked delighted about it, too.

now you knew your face was bright red. "you're loony, hermione. i'm thirty-five years old--i don't 'fancy' people."

"oh, what do you call it then?" harry grinned. "a crush? taking a liking too? or do we skip straight to pining at your age?" he dodged when your shoe came flying at him, but he was laughing the whole way. ron was chortling just as loudly.

"you three have lost it!" you declared, standing unevenly from your desk. "remus and i were good friends back in the day--nothing more, nothing less."

"remus, is it?" harry gawked, making the other two laugh and tease again while you stripped off your other shoe. the warning bell rang just then.

"you've been saved, you have!" you called as they scrambled to get their things together. "teasing a professor like a student--rotten children!"

"and yet, you keep inviting us around!"

[fics-by-noworriesifnot]

Ch 2 PART ONE /19: “There Was a Fish in the Percolator.” Please note chapter are in two parts for limits on how many images can be posted at a time. please read this post FIRST.

#MaliciousUseOfHogwartsSchoolSong

The clock struck 3:01AM and Hermione was jolted awake to the sound of wretched wailing. She scrubbed at her bleary eyes and turned to find Malfoy stretched out across her bedspread, singing at the top of his lungs.

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please!” He bellowed.

She gaped at him in astonished confusion before her tired brain caught up and realised he’d begun employing dirty tactics to drive her from the manor.

She pushed the covers back, glaring at him furiously as he continued to sing. “Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees.”

He favoured singing loudly over being in tune and she pulled a pillow over her ears in desperation.

“Oh my god.” She hissed. His grin grew wider as he drank in her frustration.

“Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they’re bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff.”

She bolted out of the room in a huff, furious that she had no recourse to stop him. ***

Finding a quiet nook in the manor, far away from Malfoy’s singing, she procured a cup of hot tea, deciding to commit to being awake. She breathed deep into the warm tea while she waited for it to cool, mulling over spells that might work on ghosts. She thought back to how Nearly-Headless Nick had been petrified by the basilisk’s reflection in second year and smiled at the thought of Malfoy in that state.

She closed her eyes to take a sip of tea and felt something scuttle across her hand. Her eyes flew open to see her tea had been transformed into a cup of writhing spiders. The cup fell from her hands, and shattered across the floor.

In an attempt to rid the crawling sensation on her skin, she slid into the shower and let the hot water wash over her. Just as she felt herself relaxing, the water turned to ice. Giant balls of snow erupted from the shower head, and crashed into her, the change in temperature was like needles on her skin. Hermione scurried from the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She kicked open the nearest door to find Malfoy sitting innocently in a large wingback chair, seemingly engrossed in a book. “Throw whatever you’ve got at me, I’m not leaving!” She said, her voice trembled with unrestrained fury.

Without looking up from his book, Malfoy replied. “We’ll see Granger. Now be a dear would you and turn this page for me?” Hermione grit her teeth and huffed out the room. She felt his eyes follow her out. ***

[silencedrage]

Hermione has never been the kindest child, too often preoccupied with being right over being nice. War has a funny way of changing that in people. Still barely an adult, yet she also feels like she's lived a lifetime. The little girl scrambling around the third floor corridor and worrying about House points feels like a far cry from the woman she is now. Even though the worst of the fighting is over, the world cannot be magically rebuilt, even by them. Trust, loyalty, friendship. All such things that are damaged by differing ideologies and no spell could genuinely recreate that. But it's a small reminder of their victory, that Hermione could even have a flat that had running electricity and a telly that she could use freely. "Give it here," she chuckles, gesturing for the remote from @vrake. Truthfully, she's not sure when exactly they added quite so many buttons to the darn thing, but the basic ones are still there. "This symbol here, it almost universally means it's the power button for any product, turns it on or off," she explains, knowing that Fleur could at least appreciate the why and the how of things. "Now what exactly were you trying to watch?"

❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜ - hermione/fleur

Fleur can't help it, the way her body tenses and her posture changes just the slightest ( straighter, poised ). And her expression turns blank, bordering on cold. Almost on instinct, as if she's expecting the worst and is reading herself for the jab that she knows now won't come ( Nevermind that it was herself who tended so carefully to Hermione's wounds and body after that wretched day. Nevermind that they fought a war as allies and have been on a more amicable, maybe more than amicable, ground ever since ). Fleur sometimes can't seem to be able to shake the memories of the ill fated words she'd hear every now and then, from most everyone, sometimes, including the bright witch standing bedies her. But that's all behind now, and Fleur allows her body to relax ( not too much, almost never too much ), to lose some of the tension that had creeped up on her, before an embarrassingly defeated sigh leaves her lips and a frown graces her features delicately. It was never easy for her to admit to not knowing something but she shrugs, an elegant motion with one shoulder up and turns to Hermione with a small, almost teasing smile. " I'm ashamed to admit i was never too invested in muggle studies when I should had… but perhaps you could help me with it now, non ?."

[morgan-magic]

OUR SOULS IN TIME | CH 2 ON AO3

Hermione and Draco have decided to play nice in order to find several Horcruxes throughout history. But first, Hermione is made to undertake duelling lessons from Draco, and then he takes out his frustrations for the witch in an unconventional manner.

A snippet:

“How do you know how I like my tea?” Draco reclaimed his seat. “Astute powers of observation, Granger.” “And if I drink this, am I going to suddenly have a desire to spill all of my secrets to you?” Draco raised an eyebrow. “You know, I hadn’t thought about that at all.” He set his hand forward and gave a couple of beckoning flicks of his fingers. “Hand it back. I forgot to add sugar.” Granger unsuccessfully stifled a smile. She sipped the tea. “It’s already sweet enough.”

Featuring:

Snarky Draco

Feisty Hermione

Fast sexual burn, slower emotional

Adventure and mystery

[siobhanhazel]

Advanced Potion Theory and... - HP Rec Fest 2024

Advanced Potion Theory and Practical Applications by carmick Remus/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 136,000 and counting (WIP). Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Mental Health Issues, Prisoner of Azkaban era, POV Severus Snape, Slow Build, Mutual Pining, Fix-It etc

Day 9 prompt: WIP (This is an updating WIP I've been following all autumn)

Pining, longing, sexual tension, epic emotional moments...! Weaved throughout POA story line, starts a slow burn of wanting but not daring to hope, brewing Wolfsbane together, trust and closeness, and then escalates into pure gold smut. I loooove the sex scenes we've got so far. But the emotional depth is also amazing; how they grow together interaction-by-interaction, and Severus dwells on his friendship with Lily and his past relationship with Remus in such a lovely way. This fic is all Snape's POV but the author is also writing Remus' POV of the same story...! So if you read one POV and are craving more while waiting for updates, you can read the other's POV. Personally, I like starting with Snape's POV as he's so... dramatic and pessimistic. I recced the same author (Suvivor's Guilt) which is shorter if you want a taste of their writing style. (checks notes) also I promise I will start reccing other ships than Snupin starting tomorrow hahaha.

Excerpt (from the beginning of Ch 2:

It isn’t the first time Severus has stoically watched someone storm out of his classroom. But a huffy Minerva or seething Hermione Granger never inspire much thought beyond a twinge of annoyance at their theatrics. So what makes Lupin's exit churn in his mind? Is it the fact that he hadn't stormed away at all, but instead said his piece and walked calmly out? The way he marched into Severus' classroom fiendfyre hot and left deflated and tired? The way he lost patience at the flick of a wand, gave up on the encounter with a firm demand? Severus can't rid himself of the image of Remus Lupin leaning over his desk to deliver the threat to involve the headmaster. The way Lupin's inclination when initiating confrontation was to lean closer rather than recoil. As if being close to Severus wasn't a revolting prospect. Most curious of all, Remus Lupin had asked for his trust. Severus Snape’s trust. A notion so preposterous that it hasn't left his thoughts. Nor has the way the man's soft, oversized cardigans remind him of the threadbare hand-me-downs of his own parents that he grew up wearing. Ill-fitting on him then, and ridiculous now. But the manner of dress makes Lupin look the perfect picture of an affable professor. Why would Lupin want trust from Severus of all people?

★★★ Check out my other HP Rec Fest 2024 recs ★★★ @hprecfest

[calmlyerratic]

Encounters of the Future Sort

Chapter 3: The Calm Before the Storm

by @calmlyerratic

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Ch Summary: AU time travel. The Marauders run into Harry.

James' eyes began darting back and forth between Remus, Sirius, and Peter, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Prongs? You all right?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

He felt Remus' gentle hand on his shoulder. "Er—Sirius, I don't think that's James…"

ch wc: 2.7k — rating: T — cw: none

Read Chapter 1 | full Summary & Chapter Index

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Remus' POV

Gryffindor Tower

with Sirius and Peter

April 1st, 1996

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"I think I have banana in my ear," Sirius complained, trying to dig it out with his finger. "A lot of help Prongs was, slippery git."

Sirius, Remus, and Peter had emerged from the battle against Peeves quite scathed, each supporting the stench of dung and the remains of rotted fruit on their clothing. And lodged in their extremities.

"Probably got caught up begging to sign another autograph," Peter huffed, putting a finger to his nose and blowing a chunk of rotted pear out one nostril.

Remus chuckled somewhat manically. "Good one, Wormtail."

The three boys had reached Gryffindor tower and the portrait of the fat lady gazed down upon them.

"Fortis leo," Sirius sighed, wiping his pulpy wand off on his robes. He ran a hand through his hair that usually fell around his face like elegant, dark curtains, but was currently coated in sticky, slimy muck. "Ucckk—I really need a shower."

"You aren't the first to try those words today," the fat lady replied stoically.

Remus groaned. "It isn't fortis leo? Bollocks, I missed last week's Prefect meeting—what is it then?"

The fat lady looked affronted. "You think I'm going to tell you?"

Remus tapped his shiny badge in obvious authority. "I'm a Prefect."

Although, it was his first year with the title and the ins and outs of it were quite grey. He really just wanted a nice hot bath and a nap.

"Are you?" she raised an eyebrow. "I was under the impression that Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were the new Gryffindor House Prefects."

Sirius and Remus exchanged a glance.

"Weasley?" Remus racked his brain. "Like…Arthur Weasley?"

"Yes, I believe that is his father," the fat lady answered.

Sirius shook his head, amused. "Arthur Weasley left Hogwarts a few years ago, he can't have a son that's a fifth year. Are you feeling all right, sweet lady?"

When Sirius really wanted something, he put on his devilish charms. How someone could be so positively persuasive covered head to toe in dung and rotten fruit, Remus wasn't sure.

The fat lady analyzed them for a moment. "You know, you three look familiar…"

Sirius smiled a dashing smile. "Of course we do—we live beyond your great protection, fair lady."

Remus glanced sideways at him and ever so slightly cocked an eyebrow that said, you're laying it on a little thick.

However, the fat lady blushed, quite flattered, adjusted her pink silk dress and cleared her throat. "Hmm, yes…you do remind me of someone—"

Before she could finish her thought, the portrait hole creaked open and a group of Gryffindors spilled into the corridor.

"Merlin bless," Remus mumbled as the three boys clambered inside.

Peter scanned the cozy common room. "Hmm, no sign of Prongs…"

"Probably already showered and is off chatting up Evans…" Sirius grumbled, disappearing up the spiral stairs to the boys' dormitories.

Remus shrugged at Peter, really not prioritizing this at the moment, and followed Sirius upstairs.

"Whoa, since when have you been so keen on the Chudley Cannons, Wormy?" Sirius laughed, examining Peter's bedpost.

Remus was tired. And quite hungry. Flaming orange quidditch teams meant nothing to him—he was more of a reader. So, when he approached his bed and all of his current reading material wasn't where he left it on the bedside table, his gut wrenched.

"Where are my books?"

"What's that?" Sirius asked, removing his black wizard robes and leaving them in a dark heap on the floor.

"My books…they're not here."

"I dunno, Moony." Sirius shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe the elves have been in to tidy?"

"No," Remus shook his head. "They never move my books."

"I'm really more concerned about the taste of dung in my mouth," Sirius wrinkled his nose unpleasantly. "I heavily advise you not to kiss me right now."

"Duly noted," Remus rubbed the back of his neck.

"Hey, what the hell is this?" Sirius opened his bedside drawer where he kept his toothbrush and it overflowed with chocolate frog cards. "Are these yours, Wormtail?"

"No, I gave all mine to my cousin last year." Peter frowned.

Sirius held a card up and it shimmered in the light spilling in from the window. "Huh."

"Er…I don't remember hanging these." Peter gazed around at his vibrant bedpost flair.

"Moony," Sirius drew his handsome eyebrows together, "something isn't right…"

Remus was exhausted, covered in pulpy fruit, he had missed lunch, the full moon was three days away, and his books were missing. It was a recipe for disaster. Not to mention the lingering uneasiness from the exploding cauldron that morning…

"Moony?" Sirius pried softly, sensing the calm before the storm. "What do you reckon?"

Remus ran a finger up and down the long scar trailing across his nose. "I reckon I need a shower and a snack, before I can reckon."

"Okay, Moony." Sirius nodded calmly, (almost irritatingly so, in Remus' opinion)."You go ahead, Wormy and I will wait."

Remus opened the trunk at the foot of his bed, hoping to find a change of clothes, but quickly realized that it was not actually his trunk at all. He closed it again with a great *SNAP* that made Peter jump and resolved to scorgify his disgusting clothes clean.

However, there was a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach that even a hot shower couldn't wash away.

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Hermione

Hogwarts Corridors

with Ginny and James

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"Isn't she loveee-ly,"

Hermione glanced sideways at Harry, who was moving his head to an imaginary tune. A tune confusingly indicating his romantic interest towards Lily Evans, no less. She hadn't quite made sense of it all yet, but if it was dark magic it probably wasn't logical anyway. The key with dark magic was to catch it quickly, so the sooner they got to Madam Pomfrey, the better.

"Where is Evans again?" Harry asked, tousling his messy raven hair very uncharacteristically.

"Erm, s-she's in the hospital wing."

Hermione glanced nervously around. The last thing they needed today was to run into a member of the inquisitorial squad, or worse...

"Wait—the hospital wing?" Harry stopped short. "Is she all right?"

"She's fine," Ginny reassured, pulling him firmly along the corridor stairs. "I think she, er, needed a calming draught. Pre-exam stress, you know?

Harry nodded, knitting his brow. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense..."

Hermione had been wondering if it would happen—if Harry would give way under the enormous pressure he'd been under. So much had happened in the last few weeks, and she knew he felt responsible for a lot of it. The DA had been caught, Dumbledore had been sacked, and Umbridge was now Headmistress. Not to mention their rapidly approaching O.W.L's. This overwhelming sequence of events had Hermione just as on edge as everyone else, hanging on to a thread of what little peace of mind she had left.

"Isn't she woonderfuul—"

Hermione needed a calming draught too. Or a perhaps a large butterbeer.

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Remus

Boys Dormitories

with Sirius and Peter

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"Moony…you have to see this."

Remus emerged from the loo to Sirius and Peter sitting on what should be James' bed—but was discerningly not—hovering over a leather-bound picture album.

"Do I?" Remus muttered.

A blast of hot air shot out of his wand, which he pointed at his hair like a blow drier. He shuddered from the sudden warmth, feeling quite sleepy.

"Still grumpy, but at least you smell nice," Sirius winked.

"Pushing your luck, Padfoot."

"Look," Peter was wide-eyed. He held up the album and pointed to a photo. "It's us."

Remus crossed the dorm and narrowed his eyes. It was a photo of the four Marauders: they had their arms around each other's shoulders and were laughing.

But, there was something strange...they looked more mature. Sirius was taller than James, wherein now they were the same height. And was that—

"Lily?" Remus knit his brow. "Is she—"

"Snogging Prongs," Sirius shook his head solemnly. "Never thought I'd see the day. Wait 'til you see the one of their wedding…"

Peter flipped through the album. Sure enough, Sirius was right. James was wearing black dress robes and Lily was all in white.

Remus met Sirius' lovely silver eyes in accusation. "You aren't pulling my leg?"

Sirius shook his head sincerely.

"I wish I was. I think we may have unwittingly entered apocalyptic times, Moony." He got to his feet. "Don't spontaneously combust while I'm gone—if the sun goes black, take shelter!"

Remus ignored him as he disappeared into the loo. "Pete, where did you find this?"

"It was here," Peter pointed to James' bed. "Just laying here!"

Peter looked up and around the ceiling like it had fallen from the heavens.

"Do you…d'you think it's really us? It looks just like us."

"I dunno, Pete." Remus breathed out, massaging his eyes. He should be angry, but he was too tired. "Let me think for a moment…"

Remus laid down on his bed. Or was it even his bed? He didn't know anymore. The facts were outweighing the speculation at this point. He really had been looking forward to a quiet Saturday afternoon of reading—not cleaning up after another one of James and Sirius' barmy excursions.

That bloody cauldron…

"So, darling Moony," Sirius flopped onto the bed beside him, jolting him from a nap he must've slipped into. "I know you have some sort of, ah—reasonable revelation? Let's hear it."

Remus rolled onto his back and stared at the celling. He took a deep breath.

Factual, Remus, he told himself. Be factual. Maybe it's not as bad as it seems…

"Well, for one, that kid who called James 'Harry'." Remus held up a finger. "For another, I could have sworn I knew the password—I thought we used it just this morning after breakfast?"

"Yeah we did," Peter nodded anxiously, pulling at a loose thread on the sleeve of his robes.

"The fat lady didn't recognize us…" Remus continued, decidedly not vocalizing that she thought Arthur Weasley's son was the fifth year Prefect and she didn't seem to know who any of them were.

"And the weather also, not to mention I don't like the Cannons—and the photo album?"

"He's getting there, Wormy." Sirius was watching Remus like he was a tornado forming and there was a wind advisory.

Peter held up a photo of himself in a bowler hat with a feather sticking out of it. "I don't wear bloody bowler hats."

Yup, Remus breathed out. This was bad.

Peter looked back and forth between Sirius and Remus. "Is no one else concerned about this? This isn't even our dorm!"

"We're all very concerned, Wormtail." Sirius rolled his eyes, quite downplaying the whole situation in obvious guilt. He was a master blame shifter.

"I think…" Remus chewed on his lip. His stomach grumbled loudly. "I think I need food before I implode on myself like a dying star."

"As you know," Sirius smiled dashingly, like the wind of storm Moony had begun and he was encouraging them all to take shelter. "I'm quite versed in the language of the stars. I concur—to the kitchens! But first, Wormtail, you bloody reek."

Peter put a hand to his mousy hair, caked with rotten fruit pulp, and grimaced. "Right…"

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James

Hospital Wing

with Hermione and Ginny

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Hermione, Ginny, and James approached a large stone unicorn fountain that marked the entrance to the hospital wing.

"Wait here Har—I mean James," Ginny winked, red pony-tail blazing behind her as the two girls left him just inside the Infirmary entrance.

James was nervous. He hoped Lily was here because of exam nerves and not relating to the exploding cauldron from this morning...

"I trust there is a good reason for this intrusion?" he overheard Madam Pomfrey say. She was spooning some disgusting looking green liquid into a glass which she handed to her patient.

"Yes...er, well, it's Harry…" Hermione motioned over to James, who pretended to busy himself tying his shoe. "He's not, erm, feeling himself."

"That's no surprise, poor soul, having to deal with so much..." Madam Pomfrey sighed. "A calming draught should set him straight."

"Well, you see," Ginny began awkwardly. She glanced around and lowered her voice. "He, er, thinks he's his father..."

My father? James thought. What are they on about?

"Hey, I don't see Evans here," James called. This prank was getting a bit odd. "Tell her I'll catch up with her later, yeah? I still need to find Sirius, Remus, and Peter."

Madam Pomfrey clutched her heart. She bustled over, grabbed James's arm and led him to a vacant bed. "Sit, dear boy."

"Oh-okay?" James sat and Hermione and Ginny peered at him anxiously.

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand silently over his face and chest.

"What are you doing?" James knit his brow.

She finished her incantations and lit the tip of her wand, shining it into his eyes.

"Pupils are dilating..." she murmured. "Can you tell me your name?"

"Is this part of the prank too?" He asked Hermione and Ginny. "Persistent, I'll give you that. Bringing Madam Pomfrey in on it, really next level—"

"Answer the question please, dear." Madam Pomfrey prompted firmly.

"Yeah, okay." James shook his head, a bit annoyed at being cornered by the strict matron. "My name—it's James Potter."

Madam Pomfrey stifled a gasp but gathered herself quickly. "A-and what year is it?"

"It's April 1st, 1976."

"Harry..." Hermione sat at the foot of his bed with imploring eyes. "It's April 1st, 1996."

"Ohh, so not a parallel dimension? Time travel, is it?" James cocked an eyebrow, leaning backwards onto the bed and running a hand through his already tousled hair.

Madam Pomfrey clasped a hand over her mouth as she watched him, like he had suddenly gone spectral. She turned very seriously to Hermione and Ginny.

"There's no sign of injury or traces of dark magic," Madam Pomfrey assured, like James wasn't sitting right there. "There is some quantity of magical residue...but that's not an entirely uncommon substance, especially when emotions are high."

"Magical residue?" James puzzled. She must be referring to what Remus had sensed in the Room of Requirement. "I'm confused—"

Madam Pomfrey gently set her hand on his forearm.

"We know, dear. Let me fix you a calming draught and you'll feel right as rain." She squeezed his arm and disappeared into her office.

James waited until she was out of earshot, then turned to Hermione and Ginny.

"Look, I respect your dedication but this is kind of becoming a drag."

He jumped to his feet and waved a hand in farewell, with a disarming smile.

"Peeves is at large and I'm a deserter, so...nice to meet you both, I appreciate your time, and see you around!"

Hermione and Ginny stared blankly after him, mouths slightly agape, as he jogged through the large wooden infirmary doors and out of their sights.

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Sirius

Corridors

with Remus and Peter

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"D'you think Hermione'll let me copy off the essay Snape set us?"

"Probably not. Worth a go though…"

Remus, Sirius and Peter were in a dim corridor in the dungeons, just outside the kitchens, as they overheard these two unfamiliar voices.

"Hmm wonder who that is? I hardly ever see anyone down here," Sirius mused. Tickling the pear in the painting outside the kitchens was a bit of a coveted secret.

Two boys about the Marauder's age turned the corner. One had red hair and was quite tall and lanky; the other had spectacles and jet-black hair that stuck up in the back—

"Oi! Prongs!" Sirirus shouted.

The two new boys came to a sudden halt and laid very wide eyes upon the three Marauders. The red head, who had a mouthful of sweets, was gaping so widely that crumbs fell to the floor.

"Where the hell did you go off to, then?" Sirius rounded on James. "We had to fend Peeves off by ourselves! Luckily he found some first years to go after…"

James appeared frozen to the spot. He was looking at Sirius like he didn't believe he was real.

"Prongs?" Sirius took a step towards him.

The red haired boy had turned chalk-white. He took a step backwards as Sirius encroached, tugged at James' robes, and swallowed hard.

"Harry…have I gone mad or a-are y-you seeing this too—?"

James' eyes began darting back and forth between Remus, Sirius, and Peter, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Prongs? You all right?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.

He felt Remus' gentle hand on his shoulder. "Er—Sirius, I don't think that's James…"

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Read chapter 4 here.

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Notes: So sorry to leave you all here! Next chapter starts off quite a bit more seriously with an interesting point of view…then gets lighter with some more banter and shenanigans, don't worry :)

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[inabcck]

What had happened between them would have shocked the younger version of herself if she knew what her current self was doing with Draco. There was a bit of amusement there as they graded papers together thinking back to all the times that they had squabbled. Now well, they hardly squabble anymore and if she had to stare at one more poorly written essay she was going to go mad.

That is what spurred her on to move from her chair to his lap watching the surprise cross his features as she looked down at him from her perch in his lap. It wasn't unusual for her to do this now that they have had a more than few sexual encounters and perhaps she might even be willing to admit to a romantic interest in him now. It was weird to think that she could ever be in love with Draco Malfoy when he was once the bane of her existence.

Hermione smirked at him and pushed his hair back from his brow almost pushing his head to look up at her. "You're right it is meant to make it difficult." She allowed him to move to put the quill down as they were not going to be doing any more grading at all between the two of them. "I'm sure yours are just as dreadful as my own. I think the students have gotten worse from when we were their age." There was an amused look on her face. "I'm sure there were some papers that were worse than others, but I don't remember any that were so bad a professor had to curse at it." She leaned forward a little to where they were just a whisper apart and wanted him to meet her half way. "I've learned such things in moderation are better."

@inabcck asked: [ STRADDLE ]: sender sits in receiver's lap to tease them. For Draco from Hermione 👀

     BOTH OF THEM HAD SAT in comfortable silence in Hermione’s chambers. The only sound to be heard was the intermittent rustling of parchment, the scratching of a quill, and the occasional muttered question about what in Merlin’s beard these students were thinking.

     Had anyone at the start of the year told him that this would be happening, both him and Hermione working in the same space, he might not have believed them. He might have hoped… He had been trying to do better after all. But he wouldn’t have believed it.

     And what he DEFINITELY wouldn’t have believed was Hermione Granger pushing him back in his chair, away from the essays he was checking, and straddling his lap. Grey eyes went wide for a moment before he remembered that this was not a one-of thing. They had spent time together before. ROMANTICALLY. Was it really romantically though? Definitely sexual, probably not romantically. She would’ve said something if she had felt the same, right?

     “‘Mione,” he muttered, the confusion quickly disappearing from his eyes, being replaced by playfulness. “This…” He motioned to her in his lap. “SITUATION makes it a little harder to reach the essays.” He reached around her to place his quill on the table, not wanting to stain her robes with the ink. “And trust me when I say that these essays NEED marking. Were we like this when we were students?”

― ﴾ 𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 ﴿ : 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. || Accepting

[zeebee3]

Opening Lines

Thank you @so-scarlett-maroon for tagging me!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have, if fewer) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Inhabit

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 8.5k, E

“There’s no way.” Hermione prided herself in always keeping an open mind, but even she had limits on what she’d take someone’s word on.

Tell Me What I Am

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 6k, E

From the time Hermione was twelve, she knew she would marry Ronald Weasley. 

Say Please

Draco/Hermione, WIP 3/5 ch, 23k so far, E

Hermione ought to have known better than to challenge Ginny on something, particularly when the subject was football and even more particularly when the consequences were so dire. 

A Fair Trade

Draco/Tom Riddle, one-shot, 5.5k, E

He should have taken a town car.

Mind-Killer

Ginny/Pansy, one-shot, 6.2k, E

It was Friday night and the Leaky was packed. 

You Do It For Me

Draco/Hermione, WIP 41/?, 195k so far, E

It wasn’t working.

Work It Out

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 11k, E

“I thought we were hanging out.” Hermione watched as Ginny pulled a tight-fitting top over her sports bra.

It Was A Sunny Day

Draco/Hermione, one-shot, 7.4k, E

Hermione had always prided herself on her mind.

Just Be Cool

Scorpius & Draco, one-shot, 7k, M

Being a Granger-Malfoy was a combination that usually served Scorpius quite well.

The Noble and Most Ancient

Draco/Theo/Hermione, WIP 4/23, 17k so far, E

She’d been shaking more and more. 

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Observations!

Okay, this was so fun.

If it's a Hermione POV fic, it appears that I start it with a statement about her mind or mental state ("...prided herself on keeping an open mind" (which I use twice! lol!), "it wasn't working", "ought to have known better" etc). The one exception is "She'd been shaking more and more" but that's not NOT about her mental state so...sort of counts?

If it's not Hermione POV, it seems that I start with a physical grounding ("leaky was packed" "should have taken a town car" "being a Granger-Malfoy...")

Which is such an interesting pattern! And completely unintentional. Now I want to look through my other fics, too, to see if the pattern holds...

I'm going to tag @biirdiee, @ellieauthor, and @saffrongin! (Feel free to ignore if tag games aren't your thing).

[homenumrevelio-rpg]

Le Bal des Débutantes,

Hermione Granger, Ministra

[toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics]

Celestial Beings

Chapter Six: Mirror Mirror

Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: Dinner with the Weasleys and a bit of a tour of the house.

Word Count: 3,031

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of murder

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

(Y/n) had been out of the cell for a little more than 4 hours, exploring every aspect of her new room. She hadn’t found any secret pathways, no hidden jinxes, it was all safe. Her own space with seemingly no strings attached. It was a new experience for her, not having to make her entire existence as minuscule as possible.

There was a knock at the door, making her jump and drop the book she had just picked up to read. The book landed directly on her toes, making her yelp in pain. There was a muffled voice on the other side of the door, sounding concerned.

“Come in!” (Y/n) sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her foot. “I got startled and dropped a book on my foot, nothing major.”

“Uh, sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” The lanky redheaded boy said. “Mom told me to get you for dinner, she’s making pot pies with mashed potatoes and garlic bread.”

“Oh, sure yeah I’ll be down in just a second.” she eyed the boy, watching as he avoided making eye contact with her. “Or are you supposed to escort me there?”

“I’m not sure, but I am already on thin ice with her so…” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Right, don’t want to get in any more trouble than you already are.” (Y/n) stood up, looking in the mirror of her dresser and fixing her hair. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Lead the way, little Weasley.”

“Ron. It’s Ron,” he muttered, walking just ahead of her. The closer they got to the dining room, the more pleasant the air smelt.

The dining room was brightly lit, with candles floating above the table gently. Food placed perfectly on the table, and everyone’s already sat down, chatting. The mood changes as soon as (y/n) walks in, with silence replacing the warm mood. Ron takes a seat next to Hermione, whispering something in her ear.

“I saved you a spot over here, (y/n).” Sirius patted the chair next to his own, smiling at her. “It also just so happens to be directly in front of the potatoes, which Molly says are extra delicious tonight.”

“Kids, introduce yourselves,” Molly instructed as (y/n) sat down, keeping her eyes averted.

“I’m Fred,” one of the two twin boys said, offering her a small smile.

“And I’m George,” the other said, elbowing his brother.

“I’ve met Ron, Ginny, and Hermione already.” (Y/n) reminded everyone. The children all looked at each other nervously. “Alright, can we clear the air in here? I can tell that none of you children really want me here, or trust my being here. So go ahead, let it out, it’s fine.”

“(Y/n) I don’t think-” Molly started, only for Hermione to interrupt.

“Are you actually his daughter?” the muggle-born blurted out, looking directly at her plate.

“Yes.” (Y/n) answered. “Anyone else?”

“Do you have the mark?” George asked.

“No, I’ve never had to get it. The marks are just ways to keep track of his followers, I have his blood.” (Y/n) shrugged, putting a heaping amount of potatoes on her own plate. “No need for it when you can just do a simple scrying spell.”

“How many people have you killed?” Ron inquired. Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Everyone except (y/n), who didn’t even flinch.

“Depends,” she smirked to herself. “Do you count Death Eaters as people?”

“You’ve killed Death Eaters? Why?” Fred leaned forward, intrigued.

“Only one, it wasn’t entirely in my control. I don’t remember it, I’ve just been told that my mother never survived giving birth to me.” (Y/n) picked up a pot pie and placed it atop her potatoes. “On that note though, I would like to eat now instead of answering questions, if that’s alright with all of you?”

“Yes, let’s eat.” Remus claps his hands together, sharing a worried look with Sirius.

The rest of dinner was filled with idle chit-chat between the kids, a few conversations growing louder than the others. (Y/n) just focused on eating as much as she possibly could while she could. By the end of dinner, she was stuffed full, having eaten three pot pies, four massive helpings of potatoes, and two pieces of garlic bread. When Molly brought out the chocolate cake (y/n) nearly fainted.

“Molly, I mean this honestly, stop being such a good cook,” she said finishing her second slice of cake. “It’s unfair to everyone else. Not only to other cooks but also to those of us eating it.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Molly blushed.

“I agree, Molly. You’re one of the best masters of the kitchen I’ve ever met.” Remus wipes chocolate from the side of his face. “(Y/n), I don’t mean to embarrass you but you’ve got frosting on your chin.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it in a second. I’m stuffed.” she leaned back in her chair, a smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full. It’s fantastic!”

“What, did the Malfoy’s not feed you?” Ron asked.

“No, they did, I was just kept on a very strict diet. Except for a couple of times when Lucius was teaching me how to survive in the forest with nothing.” Everyone looked at her confused. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to say this once, and only once. Don’t feel bad or whatever about how I grew up. Life is unfair, get over it.”

“Kids, how about you all go to the parlor room?” Molly suggested, gathering up their empty plates. “I think Remus and Sirius want to have some quality time with our guest.”

The children all quietly left, mumbling quick “goodbyes” and “good nights” to the adults as they left. Molly went to the kitchen, taking all of the empty plates and dirtied cups with her. Remus got up and shut the door to the hallway while Sirius closed the one to the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/n) looked at the men nervously.

“What? No, you aren’t in trouble, (y/n).” Remus chuckles, taking his seat. “We just wanted to see how you were liking your new room, besides you still need a tour.”

“Want anything to drink?” Sirius asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, thanks.” she shakes her head. Sirius shrugs and sits down, taking a drink of his wine. “It’s a nice room. I’m still not completely used to it, it’s only been a few hours after all.”

“Are the decorations to your liking?” Sirius inquired.

“Yeah, they’re great… I’m sorry I feel like I did something wrong still.” (Y/n)‘s eyes darted between the men.

“I’m being honest, you’re not in any trouble,” Remus reassured her, offering a comforting smile. “Now, while Sirius finishes his drink, would you like me to give you a tour?”

“Uh, sure.” (Y/n) stands up and follows Remus to the hallway. He passes the stairs and turns down another hallway.

“This is the way to the first-floor bathroom, two of the guest rooms, and the laundry room,” Remus explains. “Now if we go back this way,” he leads her to the hallway in front of the stairs connecting to the dining room. “I’m sure you can tell that that’s the front door.”

“Well the extreme barrier spell in front of it might be a bit of a clue,” she says sarcastically. “You know, that or the coat hangers and shoes next to the door might also give it away.”

“Right, well to the left of the front door is the living room, then you’ve got the music room, the parlor room, and your first restricted room.” Remus points at each doorway. “There’s also a cleaning closet right under the stairs I forgot to mention.”

“Do I get to know what the “restricted room” actually is, or do I get to put it together myself?” she asks

“It’s an old room that’s falling apart, to be honest.” he sighs. “It was stuffed full of old furniture and tools.”

“So it’s just a mess? Lame, I was hoping you were doing some cool experiments.” (Y/n) looked genuinely disappointed. Remus chuckled and headed up the stairs, (y/n) following behind him quickly. She tripped on the top step, reaching for the railing on the wall to catch herself she instead pulled a curtain off of a portrait.

“YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED! YOU BLOOD TRAITORS!” the woman in the painting started screaming at the top of her lungs. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT ALL OF YOU!”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Mother!” Sirius shouted, running up the stairs and quickly covering her with the curtain once more. “For Merlin’s sake, she never changes.”

“That was your…” the young woman trailed off, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, wake her?”

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n).” Remus helps her up, gently dusting off her shoulders. “You didn’t trip on purpose, and you also didn’t know about her portrait. We keep her covered, otherwise, she just yells.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed early tonight. Suddenly sleep sounds very pleasant.” Sirius flashes a quick smile and pushes past the two others. “Goodnight to the both of you. (Y/n) if you need anything later, feel free to knock.”

“On that lovely note, let’s continue.” Remus turns and begins walking. (Y/n) stays frozen in place, her eyes flicking from the portrait to Sirius’s door as he disappears. “(Y/n)? Are you coming?”

“Do I sound like that?” she asked quietly, not looking at him. “Do I sound that, that cruel?”

“What?” Remus was taken aback. “(Y/n), Sirius’s mother and you are nothing alike. Not really, sure you’ve said a few similar things, but that’s as far as that goes. She was cold, all the way through. Nothing Sirius ever did could please her, not that she ever really wanted to be pleased. She refused to listen to anything other than her own twisted opinions.

“You’ve met Bellatrix before I imagine? She was a lot like her, angry at the world and in love with destroying anything she couldn’t have. She was a follower of your father, a devout one too. Pulled Sirius’s brother into it too.” Remus paused. “Don’t tell him I told you anything about his brother though. It’s a touchy subject.”

“I still don’t see how I’m any different.” she frowned.

“(Y/n), you’re standing in front of me, a werewolf, and having an actual conversation. You’re changing, whether you mean to or not, it is happening.” Remus places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve had these ideologies forced down your throat, literally branded into your brain since you were an infant. Of course, you’ve said and probably done a lot of horrible things, but you’re not entirely at fault. You’re learning still.”

“I guess.” she sighs. “Let’s just continue the tour.”

“Well, let’s finish this floor for the night, and then you can go to bed. There’s a room that Sirius wanted to show you with me.” Remus continues, showing her the bathrooms, the other bedrooms, and the small dusty library that needed a lot of TLC.

Remus ended his small tour by walking (y/n) to her room door, bidding her goodnight and good dreams before going into his own bedroom. She was just about to enter her room when she heard someone whispering down the hall. She poked her head out but saw no one in the vicinity. Very carefully and quietly she tip-toed closer to where she believed the voice had come from. A floorboard creaked just outside of Sirius’s room, making her freeze in place, patiently listening for footsteps.

After what seemed like forever, (y/n) decided it was safe enough to continue. The whispering seemed to get slightly louder the closer she got to the darkest part of the hall. She passed by a few sleeping portraits, being as careful as possible not to disturb them. Her only source of light anymore was the faint glow from the hallway behind her and the barrier spells pulsating as she got closer to where she probably wasn’t supposed to venture. Suddenly instead of the reds through the greens of the barrier, she saw something surrounded by an electric purple, bright enough to make her squint.

Carefully, she reached forwards, lightly brushing the top of the strangely colored object. As soon as her fingers touched the cold metal she knew what it was; a hand-held mirror. Grasping the handle she turned it around so she could see her reflection, trying to make out what was being said. It wasn’t until she brought it up closer to her face that she noticed it wasn’t her in the reflection.

(Y/n)‘s blood ran cold, her breathing paused, and her face paled. It was her father in the mirror, looking directly at her, a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes whatsoever. She dropped the mirror like it was a hot iron, making a loud thud on the ground. She jumped backward hard enough to knock the lighting fixture off the wall. Sirius’s door swung open at the end of the hall.

“(Y/n)?” he called out, just barely seeing her at the end of the darkened hall. He quickly made his way to her. The closer he got the more he could see she was shaking. “(Y/n), what’s going on? (Y/n)?”

“I-I heard… I thought that-that it was just something old. I didn’t, I didn’t think he could do that.” she pointed at the mirror. “He was just, smiling at me.”

“You don’t mean… (y/n) please tell me you’re not talking about You-Know-Who.” Sirius reached for the mirror but she kicked it farther away.

“Don’t. I don’t know what he would do if he saw…you.” (Y/n) warned, doing her best to keep breathing. “I can, I can get rid of it. Maybe he doesn’t know, right? Maybe he thinks that I have a mirror in my… my cell?”

“(Y/n) look at me, please.” Sirius pleaded. “Please, tell me it wasn’t him.”

“I-I wish I could, I really, really wish I could.” she started sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to comfort her. “He always knows, always!”

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else for a bit, okay?” Sirius helped her up, heading to his room. “Here, I’m going to go and get Moo-Remus real quick, you go in my room and make yourself comfortable okay?”

(Y/n) nodded, opening his door and entering the room. It wasn’t quite what she expected. It was messy, yes however it was more clutter than trash. Like he had too much stuff and not enough space. His bed was unmade, a pile of blankets on the floor next to it. There was a small desk with a lamp in one corner, papers and letters stacked on top. She sat on the old fraying chair next to the bed, grabbing a knitted blanket and wrapping it around herself.

She could hear Remus and Sirius talking outside the door. They were worried about what Voldemort possibly knew, what plans he might’ve heard, and how long he could’ve been listening for. They also were talking about (y/n), nothing she could quite make out, only catching a few words here or there. She tightened the blanket around her, bringing her knees to her chest. They walked in, Sirius hushing the other.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked, his hands fidgeting.

“You think I knew, don’t you?” she accused. “You think I had something to do with… I just heard whispering and went towards it. If I knew what that was, I wouldn’t have even touched it.”

“Hey, no one is accusing you of anything,” Sirius said softly, stepping in front of Remus. “We’re worried about you, that’s all.”

“(Y/n), I didn’t hear any whispering when I left you at your room,” Remus told her, watching her eyes tear up slightly.

“I heard it, I swear!” she pleaded. “It sounded like someone calling for me at first, over and over. The closer I got to… to the mirror it got louder, but I couldn’t understand it.”

“Remus now isn’t the time for this,” Sirius warned. Remus nodded in agreement.

“Of course, you’re right Pads.” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry (y/n), it’s just a lot to take in.”

“It’s fine.” she lied, plastering a fake smile on her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I’m fine, I think I just need some sleep.”

“(Y/n), it’s okay if you don’t want to be by yourself tonight,” Sirius tells her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. She had gone from a sobbing mess to calm and collected in a matter of moments. “One of us can stay in your room with you if you want, or you can stay in here. Your choice completely.”

“No, I’m just being over dramatic again. I’ll be fine, truly.” she placed the blanket back on the pile, heading to the door. “I’ll just head to bed though, sleep it off.”

“Overreacting?” Remus quirked his eyebrow, looking confused at Sirius.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes.” she takes a deep breath, avoiding their eye contact. “Good night you two. Sorry to have bothered your rest.”

As quickly as everything happened she pretended it didn’t. She left both the men confused in that room as she went into her own, ignoring the sound of whispers further down the hall. She closed the door silently and immediately fell to the ground, doing her best to keep her composure. She forced herself onto her feet and flopped down on the bed, utterly exhausted from the day.

As tired as she was she couldn’t sleep, only seeing her father’s face smiling at her in the mirror whenever she closed her eyes. His teeth bared, almost laughing at her. It was almost enough to drive her mad. She curled up in a blanket, deciding to do her best to keep her eyes open.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹}~~

[snamioneasks]

Have the list of your favorite fanfics changed, since the last ask? If yes, im curious! 💛

Hello! I'm a new admin, so I haven't actually posted a list of my favorite fics yet, so there you go. I tried and failed to keep the list at 10.

Camerado by MillieJoan - M, 31 chapters - Hermione seeks knowledge from a reluctant Snape in order to help the War effort. What she receives is more than either of them expected. Set beginning in Hermione’s sixth year, continuing into a slightly AU post-DH era.

The Occluded Soul by Aurette - M, 20 chapters - Severus Snape did what he thought he needed to do to get the job done and broke himself. Years later, Hermione Granger realizes that he had been counting on her to fix him. Dark, SS/HG. AU after HBP

Cold Hearts and Muddy Understandings, and its sequel Toil and Trouble by thisiszircon - M, 10 chapters - When the dust has settled; when the spent curses in the air have faded to a prickle; when the sounds of pain and terror whimper their way to silence– When the battle is over, what happens next? Hermione Granger has been active in the fight against evil since she was twelve years old. With victory comes the opportunity to take stock of the more ordinary aspects to her life. She can finally consider the choices that most young women get to make: lifestyle, career, romance. But the trauma she has known has left its mark. And even before her life took a turn towards constant life-or-death, Hermione was far from ordinary. Her friends are looking to their own futures. Her parents don’t remember her. Her surrogate family is in mourning. The Wizarding World has always viewed her as an outsider. Hermione realises she is, in many ways, alone. It does not take long before she finds herself wishing fervently for the welcome distraction of another dark wizard. Life was so much simpler when priority number one was keeping Harry Potter alive…

Pet Project by Caeria - M, 52 chapters - Hermione overhears something she shouldn’t concerning Professor Snape and decides that maybe the House-elves aren’t the only ones in need of protection.

Self Slain Gods on Strange Altars by scumblackentropy - M, 20 chapters, Abandoned - What do you want me to say, Granger? That you are mine and I am yours? You are. I am. Let’s not fuck around.

The Other Side of Darkness, and its sequel Survivals and Remembrances by Abby - E - An Auror is hurt by the effects of a mysterious potion that Hermione, working for the Ministry, attempts to cure.  In her frustration, she turns to Professor Snape

Cloak of Courage by Wendynat - M, 27 chapters - COMPLETE in 27 chs! Hermione suffers a terrible loss and has to choose between two paths. The Call of the Blood. HGSS. Loosely based on WIKTT Marriage Law Challenge. Warnings: Character Death, Descriptions of Abuse, Adult situations. Epilogue up 0622

Sin and Vice by Mak5258 - M, 63 chapters - In her sixth year, Dumbledore makes Hermione a key figure in a plan to help Harry defeat Voldemort. (It’s difficult to summarize this without spoilers— HG/SS; there’s a Time Turner involved but probably not how you expect; the story really gets started in Chapter Three.)

Meet Me at the Checkpoint by nocturn - E, 19 chapters - She wakes with a gasp in the hospital wing. The first thing she registers is that the ragged gash across her chest has reopened, pulsing with the same searing pain as when she sustained it at the end of fifth year. The second thing—“Granger, try to take slower breaths. I’ll have your next dose of healing potion ready soon.”—is that Severus Snape is somehow alive. (Or, the one where Hermione gets stuck in an Edge of Tomorrow style time loop that resets back to summer 1996 each time she dies.)

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Soulwoven by BothMalfoysPlease - E, 26 chapters - When Hermione saves Severus’ life in the Shrieking Shack, it awakens a soul bond between them. The books say that a soulwoven pair is a perfect match in every way, a pair bound by the Fates. What if the books got it all wrong?

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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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