#d x hr

[taimanzano]

One of one. One, alone, one.

[ravenclaw-sass]

art by migunovanika

[soobinies]

SOOBIN :: ACT: SWEET MIRAGE FINALE IN SEOUL DAY 1

[pixydustworld]

The marriage law was announced at 2pm on a Tuesday.

By 2:15 Hermione had already drafted a motion to dismiss the law entirely. It was a good motion, too. If she’d sent a copy to Ron, he would’ve replied with: wow! lots of words! good stuff!

At 2:17 her motion was denied.

“It’s best to just accept defeat.” Malfoy said from his side of the office, bookshelves neat, papers all stacked in order. “You won’t win this one.”

“I’m not in the habit of giving up.” Hermione snapped. Her side of the office was cluttered, less pristine. Her bookshelf had a nasty habit of overflowing all over the floor, stacks of books balancing precariously on every surface. “A fire hazard.” Malfoy had sneered at her once, “Breaking several codes.”

“Hm.” Malfoy said, “I hadn’t noticed.” He was smiling softly, like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. Waiting, almost patiently for her to smile. Stupid man with his stupid grin, Hermione wanted to throw a book at his head.

“This is archaic.” Hermione hissed. “The Ministry has gone too far. They can't force us to marry anyone.”

Even as she spoke, a squirming feeling of doubt was beginning to take root in her chest — being friends with Harry came with many things. Companionship and love, but it also came with a healthy distrust of the government (like a free gift basket! but terrible one).

Malfoy ignored her complaints. "Marriage Acts aren't as mid-evil as you're making them out to be." He said, with that annoying voice he used when he knew he was right about something, "They serve a purpose."

"A purpose?" Hermione could practically feel the beginnings of an aneurysm. A fitting death, slumped over her desk, surrounded by unfinished documents and discovered by Draco Malfoy, "Are you actually defending this?"

She would have to find a new partner. A new office, one where he wasn't constantly surrounding her, swimming on the edge of her peripheral vision. Maybe Dean Thomas would let her set up a current workplace in his records closet, he was always bragging about how it was big enough for him to take naps in during work —

"No." Malfoy said, somehow even more amused now, "I don't support it."

"Oh." Hermione said, very eloquently, "That's good."

"But," Malfoy continued, still distinctly unruffled while Hermione was very ruffled, "Most people will be unfazed. It's a Pure-Blood tradition. My parents have always planned to arrange a marriage contract.” Malfoy shrugged, “It’s not absolutely unheard of.”

“Well," Hermione said, out of breath from all the pacing she was doing, "Your parents are terrible.”

“Of course.” Malfoy said, like it was obvious. “They would never allow me the opportunity to sully the Malfoy name. Producing the correct heir is the only thing I’ll ever be good at.”

Hermione frowned. “Hearing about your family isn’t good for our working relationship. It makes me feel bad for you.”

“We can’t have that.” Malfoy said.

“No,” she agreed with a sigh, “we can’t have that.”

“So, tell me Granger. What is your plan?” His grin became less self indulgent, more fake. “You’ll have to marry someone. It'll undoubtably be the event of the season — have a fiancé you’ve been hiding from me?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Do you think I could hide anything from you?”

Malfoy knew when she changed the scent of her shampoo, when she switched up her coffee order — he even knew if she was sleeping less than usual. It was impossibly annoying to be around someone so observant, someone so intent on cataloguing her every move.

"If I had a secret fiancé, which I don't, I'm confident that you're competent enough to have sniffed him out by now."

Malfoy responding grin was slow and syrupy. "You think I'm competent?"

“Piss off, Malfoy.”

“Is he shorter than me? Is that it? Didn’t want to introduce us because you knew he’d feel bad?”

“You’re taller than everyone.” Hermione said, annoyed, again, “You would obviously be taller than my imaginary fiancé. You’re like an angelic giraffe.”

“You think I’m angelic?”

“No.”

"Two compliments on top of each other, are you feeling alright, Granger?"

"Shut up."

At 2:20, Hermione began to clean her side of the office, desperate for an excuse not to talk to Malfoy.

At 2:22, Harry slammed through her door, completely demolishing the (very little) progress Hermione had made in cleaning up her side of the office.

“I’ll marry you.” Harry said, slightly out of breath, like he’d sprinted all the way to her office, “Do you think we can kiss without making a face? We’ll have to practice.”

“I’m not marrying you.” Hermione said from the floor behind her desk, “You are engaged to Theo.” She was laying on her back with a book covering her face, feeling rightfully sorry for herself.

“Theo won’t mind.” Harry said in the voice he reserved for whenever he wanted people to listen to him (i am harry potter! and i did not spill mustard on the couch! you have to believe me, i saved the world!) “It will be quick. I can get us rings before the day is over.”

"No." Hermione said, still on the floor, "I've gone along with enough of your stupid ideas. This is too much."

Because, despite it all, Harry would do this. Without hesitation, blind loyalty and unwavering determination — Harry would marry her and be pleased with his choices. He was lovely, but at times, Harry could be a misguided idiot.

"This is where you draw the line?" Malfoy hummed, "Interesting to catch a glimpse into the inner workings of your mind."

Finally scrambling to her feet (after a few more seconds of wallowing) Hermione was horrified to find a familiar look on Harry's face — one that promised something stupid.

"I'll figure it out. " Harry said, with a shrug that reminded Hermione of their childhood (occidentally, the stress headache she was feeling also reminded her of their childhood). He pointed a stoic finger at her. "Don't make a face when I kiss you."

Then, he left.

“Theo wouldn’t mind,” Malfoy said in a helpful voice, “He’d probably marry you as well. Would it be Granger-Potter-Nott? Or Granger-Nott-Potter? Better figure that out soon. Potter seems eager to find those rings.”

Hermione threw a book at his head.

Malfoy caught it with ease, his stupid Quidditch hands.

“I have an idea,” Malfoy said after a moment.

Hermione ignored him. “There has to be a way out of this.” She was pacing again, sensible shoes kicked off to the corner (where she’d undoubtedly forget them) “I could write another motion? A longer one this time. With more quotes.”

“Marry me instead.”

Hermione stopped pacing. “Excuse me?”

“I’m your best option.”

“I have many options —

“Weasley already tricked someone into marrying him and Potter is engaged to my only friend.” He frowned, in a mocking sort of way. “Did I leave anyone out?”

“No.” Hermione said flatly. “You didn’t.”

“Alright then. Marry me.”

“Hah.” She said, “Hah. I take back everything I’ve ever said about you. Malfoy, you are funny.”

“I’m being serious.” He said, looking annoyed. Fantastic, they were both annoyed. Like they always were.

“We can get married before the law passes and then you can do what you do best.” Malfoy continued, like that was a totally normal thing to say.

“Which is?” Without her shoes, the height difference was unbearably noticeable. She had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. At some point he'd stopped being a willowy wraith of a person and began the unfortunate process of filling out.

He didn’t look away. “Destroy everyone’s expectations and free the downtrodden.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “What would you get out of this arrangement?”

Malfoy shrugged, too practiced to be nonchalant. “I’d be married to a war hero. It would do wonders for my reputation.”

“And you would be married to me.” Hermione said, beginning to feel like this was getting too real, “We both know that would never happen.”

“Never?”

“Never.” She agreed.

He wasn’t smiling that lazy smile from before, this one was different. Sharper. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Besides,” Hermione continued on loudly, “you’re no gentleman. No need to pretend. I don’t need saving, I’ll figure this out myself.”

“You don’t need to.” Malfoy said, “I will help. I want to fuck over the Ministry for many reasons, but mainly because they declined your motion.”

He was on her side of the office now, leaning casually against her desk, inches away from where she stood. He was too pretty up close, like staring at the sun.

“It was very good.” Hermione breathed.

Malfoy nodded, almost too good at pretending to be sincere.

“I’m sure it was good. You touched it. Everything you touch is golden.”

“You truly want to help me?”

“I’ve only offered several times.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “All to fuck over the Ministry? No other reason?”

“Maybe I want you all to myself.”

Hermione's eye twitched.

"Don't tease me." She managed to hiss. "Not about this."

She saw when he realized, a flicker of excitement in his eyes — when he noticed her apparent misery at how completely and helplessly she was drawn to him.

"I'd never dream of it." Malfoy said warmly, "You could kill me with ease, only an idiot would be careless around you."

She thought of all the long nights they spent together, crammed in their tiny little office. How she looked forward to her day, if only to see his stupidly pointy face. How she tried to date, but couldn’t. Because it wasn’t right — her dates were too kind, too short.

Not him.

How, through everything, he was the first person she thought of in the morning, the person she thought of in the darkness of the night, when no one could see her wandering hands — the person she looked at for a challenge, for relief and support.

Despite her best attempts, Hermione Granger had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy and now, here he was, seeming to share in her suffering.

“We’d have to consummate the marriage.” She said, giving him one last out. “You’d have to see me naked.”

“I’m sure I’ll survive.”

“I’m very bossy,” she said, “and I work all the time.”

“Good thing we share an office.”

“I’m not easy to love.”

Malfoy scoffed. “It’s been easy enough for me.”

He was close enough to touch, so uncharacteristically open. Looking down at her with fondness she didn’t know he possessed.

“I’m selfish.” Malfoy warned, “Do not forget that. I will help you destroy this law and anything else you want. Burn it all down if you want to. But I won’t be letting you go. Not now, after I've gotten you."

“I suppose that’s fine.” Hermione said softly, watching as his hand moved to touch her face, warm against her skin. "It'll be bearable to be around you, I suppose."

As he held her face in his hands, Hermione watched as his grin transform into something different, something new — a smile she'd only seen glimpses of, one only for her. "I'll work very hard to make our marriage a tolerable one." He said.

"Good," Hermione breathed, stretching up to kiss him, to finally press her lips against his, "I can't wait."

Hermione was married at 3pm on a Tuesday.

It was a small ceremony.

Harry, although he'd never publicly admit it, was relieved.

Despite his best attempts, he would've made a face when Hermione had kissed him.

[wolfylch]

is it ok to request dave high off his ass listening to sea shanties

Alestorm has some good shanties ✨️

[molivierposts]

She stepped into the rain, shielding her eyes. She reached the car in a few steps, staring in through the window to see if the driver matched the description. He waved at her. She smiled back, grasping the handle and crawling into the backseat.

Only there was a man in the backseat.

Well, that must be a mistake.

The entire situation was so jarring that she didn’t even process that she actually knew the bloke next to her. Same white-blond hair. Same angular features. Same cruel smirk.

“Hello, Granger,” Draco Malfoy purred, face half turned to her.

Words: 27,698 Chapters: 4/4 Tags: Banter as Foreplay, Breeding Kink, Explicit Sexual Content

[regretful-prince]

~~I was late but I caught up!~~

50 word each microfics that compile and overarching narrative.

First Year Friendship AU. D/Hr

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Squabble : 16

The scene caused by Draco's distress would live on in infamy.

Panicked anger.

Hat was torn from head and nearly stomped upon. The swooping shadow of Snape's cloak sought to clear the squabbling child away in haste.

Denying. Accusing.

Shin kicking.

Stool punched.

Charmed asleep.

Shock silenced the Great Hall.

[kitkatt0430]

Reverb is threatening to kill the Flash in front of his doppelganger when Zoom runs up. About to be killed instead of doing the killing, Reverb's inter-dimensional breach ability kicks in instinctively beneath his feet, sending Reverb plummeting to another world like he's an evil version of Alice in a not-so-Wonderland.

Because he lands in front of an alternate version of Harrison Wells who insists on being called HR, keeps flirting with Reverb, and definitely doesn't look adorable with how he stims with drumsticks all the time.

Of course this new Earth isn't actually safe for Reverb either. Turns out there's an entire division of people with powers just like his and they enforce the laws regarding people not leaving their Earth and people from other Earth's not visiting. HR helps Reverb evade them and Reverb's own powers help him hide from them to some degree as well, but he's quickly realizing that he's a bit out of his depth and perhaps not as unique or god-like as he'd originally thought.

When HR's reputation is destroyed by something he'd been doing - with reservations - for the love of a friend, the whole situation makes Reverb's blood boil. HR takes Reverb's offer of killing Randolf Morgan in vengeance as a joke and instead... asks to run away with Reverb. Anywhere. Everywhere.

If anyone can show him the multiverse's wonders and keep him safe from his own world's vibers, it's Reverb. HR has faith in him.

And, well... no one would blame Reverb for kissing him after that, right?

[draqo-pctter]

you’re ticklish a dramione microfic/ words: 297 slightly nsfw, eighth year, semi-public spicy time prompt taken from dramioneprompts on twitter

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If someone had told Draco that his eighth year would consist of stealing kisses and pleasurable gasps from Hermione Granger in broom closets and the back of the library, he would have hexed them far into the following year. If that same person had told him that he’d also accompany her into Hogsmeade, introduce her to Pansy and Blaise, and start to fall in love with her, he would have collapsed. 

But, there he was, pressing her against the wall of Honeyduke’s basement. Hermione’s body was pressed tightly against his own and her hands were wound tightly in his hair. She tasted like peppermint and sugar, and he was resisting the urge to take her then and there. 

He slid off her jacket first, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against hers. Hermione had a knack for pulling oxygen right from his lungs and replacing it with something that made his head spin. Draco attempted to regain his composure as her jacket fell to the floor at their feet. 

Hermione's hip was exposed in the gap between the waistband of her jeans and the burgundy jumper she’d left Hogwarts in. Draco reached for her skin instinctively, his fingertips brushing along the dip in her pelvis. 

The giggle that escaped Hermione's lips had him smiling against her hair. 

“I always forget you’re ticklish,” he said into her curls. “It gets lovelier every time I remember.” 

Hermione shivered beneath his touch, goosebumps taking over the surface of her skin. He brushed his finger across her hip bone one more time, his body growing hotter as she squirmed in his grasp. 

She bit at his bottom lip in retaliation, all thoughts of how soft she was replaced by how badly he wanted her to come apart beneath his touch.

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[mellowhills7]

Evil Within: The Strange Thing About The Malfoys

Summary:

There’s something wrong with Draco Malfoy.

Healers have been treating him for years trying to find the source of his illness. None have succeeded. That’s until Hermione Granger takes over his case, determinate to find a cure and end her former school mate’s suffering. But when she makes a bone-chilling discovery, Hermione and Draco will have to work together to save not only the last remaining Malfoy, but the entire world.

CHAPTER 5 is here!!

Read it on AO3

[phantomdecibel]

honestly it was only a matter of time before this happened tbh-

spend abt three hours throwing together this shitty lil animatic (can it even be called that yet lmao?), ignore my terrible lipsync itll get better i promise-

yeah ive had this storyboard in my lil sketchbook for months now and im only just starting it lmao

[ravenclaw-sass]

Draco grimaced and then found her eyes again. "I don't yet know what I want, Granger, but…" He briefly hesitated. "But being around you feels good," he finished quietly.

Hermione reached out to take his hand. He looked down as she did and slowly interlaced their fingers before finding her eyes again. She gave him a smile.

"So what do you want to do?" she asked.

He gave her hand a squeeze. "Continue what we started before the holidays." He smirked. "And see how long it takes before one of us murders the other."

Hermione immediately pulled her hand back from his and stared at him in mock-anger, but Draco's smirk just widened as he leaned in and grabbed the front of her robes, pulling her in for another kiss.

Chapter 41 | Read the rest here: [FFN]

[justnonsensetbhs-blog]

So I was thinking about my Regulus Fanfic and I want to tie it Into what happened to Draco because I keep finding similarities in their story’s and Narcissas’ role in both of their lives. I might just be making it all up but I think it would be fun to make a Draco Fanfic after the Regulus Fanfic!

[vexahlia2008]

Have some Nova x Thalia headcanons

When Nova doesn’t feel well she goes and curls up on Thaila’s lap in the cockpit and just stares into astral space whilst Thalia plays with her hair

[aph-japan]

Ludwig Needs To Stop bEFORE I FLING LUDWIG OUT WINDOWS

{ALSO} {This one}

{ALSO I THINK THIS OTHER ONE MIGHT BE HESSE?????}

(It's the same type of long strand, but other side{??}...)

{But then again this is Canon A.U. ShenanigansTM where We Already Have Varied Looks S O.....}

[honeyvenommusic]

damn that Allie X shirt came QUICK 😮‍💨