#draco + hermione / mugglebrn.

[inmyglowupera]

Pov: you’re a Beaux-Bâtons witch

This is your school

This is your common room

This is your bedroom

This is your bathroom

This is your Hogsmead

No wonder why the Beaux-Bâton witches were so depressed in Hogwarts 🥹🩵

(I couldn’t resist this non-fitness post, back to our usual program now)

[signetrings]

@mugglebrn

draco: heey draco: granferr draco: where are u

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draco hisses as the dittany hits his skin. he can't tell if it's the friction, the potion, or the remnants of the cursed blade that made his skin sting. regardless, he wasn't as worried or distraught as granger appeared to be. he'd had worse injuries, and it's not like he was bothered by scars either. he'd lacked the concern for vanity since sixth year when potter nearly killed him. "i'm touched you care so much for my well-being." he drawls dryly. he's not naive or foolish to not realize that the only reason granger was desperate to heal him was because the order needed him alive.

his eyes catch on the sight of her expression and it dawns on him that the brave little lion in front of him may have been startled by the outrageous sight of blood and bodies and uninhibited war they had just come out of. draco forgets ( by choice, most days ) that not everyone had the pleasure of seeing the gruesome brutalties in close quarters as he did growing up.

"what's that?" draco asks, his brows furrowing at the sight of the alarmingly red pouch. his frown deepens when granger unzips it, revealing a plethora of miscellaneous tools and bandages and things draco's not entirely familiar with. / @mugglebrn

[bluebugsy]

Introducing the second part of my Muggle Rebellions series. I'm SO EXCITED. It's easily the fic that has required the most research and attention to detail as l dive into the myths and legends in Cymru (or Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿)

I will update at least once a week, and this is just the beginning of it all

Piz read The

Fear of Snakes first, but this one is so exciting! Wales is such a beautiful country with a deep and rich culture.

Almost every part of Wales has a story and is home to some amazing legends. The language is beautiful (I started learning it before I started writing this, but I'm not very good yet) and they have a strong history of resistance, perseverance, and

determination. I genuinely couldn't have picked a more perfect place to start this, and I can't wait to share this with you!

(and if you are Welsh and decide to follow this story, if you see something that I misrepresent or get wrong plz tell me. I'm still learning 😅)

[sofixx87]

SKETCH

muggle au

harry × pansy

Seeing an old mansion in the distance, Potter was delighted. Finally he found a place to spend the night.

“If only someone live there,” he thought.

Coming closer, the man was able to see a huge cottage. The plants around were in complete disarray; the flowers were dry, the bare branches clung to his cloak. Some windows were broken and covered with cardboard. Harry would have thought the house was abandoned if it weren't for the light on the second floor.Knocking on the door, he did not immediately receive an answer. For several minutes he just stood there, listening.

— Hello, — a young pretty girl with a short haircut opened the door. She was wearing a black dress that fell below her knees, just like her eyes, and high-heeled shoes. Potter immediately calmed down when he saw her.

“It’s unlikely that such a girl could be a serial killer,” the man thought.

— Who are you? — she asked, frowning.

— I'm Harry. I'm lost in the forest and don't know where to spend the night. Your house is the first I've seen within a ten mile radius.

— Oh, well, if that’s the case, come in, — the stranger smiled charmingly, letting him into the house. - I'm Pansy.

The inside of the house looked much better than the outside. The white columns were clean and pleasant to look at. The walls were covered with gray wallpaper and the floors were covered with red carpets. The mansion seemed comfortable and convenient to Harry. The hostess received him warmly, giving him a warm blanket and hot tea. Pansy said that he could also turn on the TV or light the fireplace, but Potter chose to stay in the room that the girl had allocated for him to spend the night.

— Is there anything else you want, Harry?

— No, Pansy, thank you. I am very grateful to you for accepting me. I don't know what I would do without you.

— Do not mention it. It’s my only joy to help people, — the hostess smiled and turned towards the door.

Suddenly Harry felt a little dizzy. Putting the tea on the nightstand, he stopped Pansy.

— Sorry! Do you have headache pills? I don't feel well.

— I know, Harry. My special supplements work quickly, — the girl smiled solemnly again, leaving the room. Hearing the click of the door lock, Harry leaned back against his pillows.

— Sweet dreams! was the last thing Potter heard before passing out.

channel in telegram — https://t.me/sofixx87

[potentialbreakupscng-a]

He's tried. He's tried so hard to keep his mind off of the kiss they shared -- throwing himself into work, teas with his mother, anything to keep his mind off of Hermione Granger. To distract himself from how soft her lips had been, and how her lips seemed to calm the worry that had been coursing through him because of her near-death experience. Thoughts of the woman had began to plague his mind -- taking it over to the point where he couldn't even work without wondering where she was, or discover something without wanting her to be the first one to know. He blamed it on them being partners -- but it's only gotten worse since her impulsive kiss. There's something behind their banter, the tiffs that they find themselves in. A tension he's never noticed before.

Somehow he knows that she's lying. Whether it's the timber of her voice, or the way her gaze seems to flick down to his lips -- which only makes him lick them without even realizing it. He looks over at the open door, and with a wave of his hand it shuts and locks itself. That same hand moves to grab onto her hip, and before he can even stop himself he's backing her up toward a nearby wall. His other hand moves to rest on the wall behind her head, dipping down so their faces are mere inches apart.

"Now say it like you mean it, Granger." His words are husked, and his piercing silver gaze flick down to her lips for a moment before meeting her dark eyes once more.

@mugglebrn x

[svjetllost]

mugglebrn asked: "Who are you?" (for draco, idek what kind of thread i'm offering you here but i'm offering it hahaha) / from this MEME - accepting.

The wooden chair was uncomfortable but he hadn’t moved. Staying in the ratty tent had been horrid enough, but when they got attacked two days ago, Draco was sure he had never been more scared. It was almost annoying that he had the propensity to fear things, at some point he had hoped he’d become numb to it all, just void of any feeling. But fear and anger never seemed to leave, making a home in his muscles and skin, a permanent attachment.

The past few weeks were a blur, from one insane moment to the next. He had been standing between his parents watching as Granger was being tortured in front of him, stuck to where he stood, unable to move, unable to look away. And then an explosion of moments, the final being his mother pushing him forward until he almost fell, his fingers grasping an arm before the manor disappeared, his mother’s face contorted into an image he’d never be able to forget, but there was something else there, something akin to hope almost.

Being on the run, not knowing if his parents were alive, and having to deal with being around Granger, as they moved every few days, sneaking into Muggle villages, felt like a dizzying sort of nightmare that he was just moving through. But snatchers had been at the last town they went to, and he had managed to grab her before he apparated them away. But Granger hadn’t woken up yet, only mumbling in her sleep a few times as he tended to her wounds on her cot, before going perfectly still.

He hadn’t slept once... if she died. He’d be all alone and then what? But as he slipped from one terrifying thought to the next, she suddenly stirred making Draco almost drop to his knees next to where she was. His breath stalled, eyes going wide. “ Dr…Malfoy. You need to drink this, then you’ll remember. ” They had some potions, in case of emergencies, he was sure she had been stupified, on top of something else. Going back to where she was still lying down, Draco gently, as if approaching a skittish animal, sat down, one hand moving below her head to be able to pour a bit of the potion into her mouth. “ Don’t move too much. ” Placing her back down. “ How, do you feel Granger? ”

[slythzriins]

[ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder (Draco)

DIFFERENT WAYS TO KISS SOMEONE MEME !

feeling her hold on to him and press a kiss to a newly injured shoulder has malfoy tensing up for just a moment. she knew. even when he hadn't disclosed to her, she knew something wasn't quite right with it. ❛ how long have you known? ❜ probably since it happened during the last practice against one of their classmates. malfoy had never been keen on hospital wings, so naturally, he didn't go there to have it looked into. instead, he waited for it to, essentially, fix itself with time. ❛ have you been feeling alright? he hasn't been near you since, right? ❜

[signetrings]

draco's instagram ft. hermione granger

draco was cherishing this moment, committing every feeling and smell and sound and taste to memory. soft and sweet. vanilla and orange blossom. the faint aftertaste of whatever she'd been nursing on all night mixed with the pleasant flavour of her chapstick. he could notice all the things he couldn't have when he wasn't in her space like this all night, but one thing about hermione was that she made draco feel different, and he refused to treat her like any other witch at the end of a party.

@mugglebrn / template.

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"yes, that's exactly what you should have done, you stubborn witch." draco responds through gritted teeth. he was furious. what was the point of being the order's intel if hermione was throwing herself into danger at any chance she got? he stupidly assumed that letting the order know about the attack in advance would have them retreating, saving the resources and people for a fight that was actually worth something. but no, of course not, because that plan would have been sensible and logical.

calloused hands reach for her, brushing back haphazard curls away from her wound. he points his wand to the blood, wordlessly vanishing the excess and sealing the cut. he fishes out calming draught from his robes, shoving the vial in front of hermione. "drink."

maybe if draco hadn't seen hermione in the thick of everything, he wouldn't still be bubbling with blatant irritation and ire. he even had the pitiful luck of witnessing her absorb the curse. draco could have killed jugson for it if he hadn't been so far. "where else are you hurt?" / @mugglebrn

[slythzriins]

@mugglebrn

[potentialbreakupscng-a]

❛ Tell me the truth. ❜ (Draco) - @mugglebrn

"And what truth could you be looking for, Granger?" Grey eyes flick up from the book he's been flipping through. "Here's one: you're an insufferable know-it-all who never knows when to keep her mouth shut." He offers a cheeky grin, eyes narrowing slightly before turning to look back down at the book in his hand again. "Want another?"

[misunderstccd]

@mugglebrn. cont. DRACO & HERMIONE.

what draco malfoy didn't expect when he walked into the greenhouse was a frizzy haired witch, cowering in pain with a vine of a juvenile snargaluff digging into her arm. he would have turned around and walked off if she hadn't noticed him, but she had. he would have sent a snarky comment her way, but he stopped himself. despite their blood-status', he let a sigh fall past his lips before he moved closer to her. ❝ well, it's obvious that you can't get this out on your own. ❞ he pointed out, fingers grasping onto her arm gently, being sure not to hit the vine, the thorns or the sensitive flesh around it. he wasn't like this toward anyone, especially hermione granger, but she was injured and needed help. instead of going off to find someone else to help, he could.

[potentialbreakupscng-a]

@mugglebrn

[svjetllost]

@mugglebrn continued from here.

She is so oblivious that it might just be the thing that fully drives him insane. Finch-Fletchley was looking at her like he couldn’t wait to get his little grubby hands on her body like he had any right to think of her, and he could imagine what he was thinking, or touching her. And she had no idea, that much became obvious rather quickly. Whether she was too nice or too naive, Draco did not know. But, he had half a mind to walk over to where they had sat and pummel that little git to the ground. That would get him expelled, even hexing him, or at least doing so in public would get him expelled, so he sat at his table on the other side of the library, staring daggers, and Hermione was none the wiser.

He’d get Finch-Fletchley later, maybe he gets into an accident sneaking around the corridors after curfew, Draco would think of something. But that is for later, now, he stalks after her, and it takes her too long to notice him. But he has to remind her, he does not share. Whatever this was that they had, he didn’t care to put a name to it, but he would not allow anyone else to touch her, not while she gets so deliciously wet when he gets her hands on her skin. One hand is in her hair, tight and pulling her back, allowing him to decide where he wants his mouth to land, biting, kissing, licking.

And his other one is in her knickers, two fingers curving upward, hitting just the right spot for her to let these little moans and breaths out. The ring on his right hand, with the Malfoy crest, coated in her juices. If any of his ancestors knew that he was pressed up against a muggle-born with two of his fingers in her tight wet cunt, they’d combust in their graves. He is already hard as he presses against her, but this is more to remind her that shouldn’t waste her time around just anyone.

“ So wet, you like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you Granger? ” He doesn’t change his pace but moves his thumb to make almost gentle circling motions around her clit, giving just a little bit of pressure, making sure he prolongs her gasping for breath, clinging to him until he makes her cum. Of course, she’d enjoy being fingered in the library, what a little swot, he thinks with a smile as he deepens the kiss before pulling away, eyes trained on her face.

“ I’m far too kind, I shouldn’t let you cum. But I do enjoy these little noises you make, I wonder what kind of noises you’ll make when I fuck you. ” It became obvious early on that she enjoys it when he talks dirty, Hermione Granger likes hearing him say filthy things, especially things he wants to do to her, he can feel her clenching around his fingers when he does, which makes his cock ache against his trousers. “ Is that what you want, or maybe since we wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, maybe I should make sure your mouth is full, huh? Would you like that? ”

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draco lets out a short laugh, his grey eyes flashing with unadulterated amusement. if someone had told past draco that he'd enjoy swot extraordinaire hermione granger's presence, he'd have called them a worse divinest than professor trelawney. and yet here he was, seeking her out. "don't tempt me." he responds, tone light. he leans back against the chair he had hijacked from another study table. "hm, you know, i actually don't mind being called a pompous arse. it's got an air of elegance." he says, as if the taste of the words on his tongue was a well-aged bottle of mead. "what class is this for anyway? i thought you were supposed to be weeks ahead of the curriculum." / @mugglebrn