#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

[tinkrbell]

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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 😅)

[sioraiocht]

~ @mugglebrn || ❝ i love my bed, but i'd rather be in yours. ❞ (to draco lol, hermione is definitely drunk) ~

Draco's leaning back in his seat, hair mussed from running his hands through it and cheeks flushed from the firewhiskey. Brow arches, unable to help the smirk that forms as he looks to Hermione. "Is that so, Granger?" He leans in, close enough that he catches the scent of her perfume, resisting every urge that's telling him to kiss her. "I think you'd like my bed. Silk sheets. King bed. And a very sturdy bed frame." His expression is suggestive, curious as to whether or not she'll flirt back.

[potentialbreakupscng]

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

[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

[luminescenc1e]

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? ”

[potentialbreakupscng]

@mugglebrn

[signetrings]

@mugglebrn: "you figured out a way to keep us from them. all they did to you, and you made sure they could never take that."

dramione + hozier songs

[tinkrbell]

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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

[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.

[signetrings]

"i suppose it has." he finds himself feeling abnormally pleased to hear the words routine and us. so much so, that he might actually be smiling because if it. "true, but i'm sure you're more than proficient in warming spells. or we can always crack open a window in my dorm and relax and read there. i'm afraid with your thirst for fire whiskey, you're unlikely to be without a hangover in this lifetime."

"MERLIN NO. I COULD GLADLY GO A LIFETIME WITHOUT ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE," okay, so maybe she's being a little bit dramatic about her little hangover. Clearly, she's been spending far too much time with him. "I mean this," she gestures out at the lake in front of them and then to the two of them. "It's become a sort of routine, hasn't it? Relaxing and reading outdoors when one of us is hungover," routine might be a strong word for something they'd done twice, but Hermione liked to think it would become a pattern. "It'll be too cold for it soon."

[sioraiocht]

~ @mugglebrn || Valentines letter meme || From Draco ~

Dear Hermione,

Happy Valentine's day. You'll have to bear with me, this isn't something I've ever done before - Sending letters to someone on a romantic holiday. I also don't know if this is a strange thing to be doing so feel free to cast this in the fire if you don't like it and we'll never speak about it again.

I can't stop thinking about you.

I don't know what you've done to me, Granger, but I'm ruined. Work is none existent because all I can think about is the fact that your perfume is on my pillow and wondering when I'll be able to hear you moan again.

I know that there's a chance you might not be interested in pursuing anything romantic with me - I don't have the best reputation, I'm aware. Being out with me will never be easy. And there's a high chance that your friends will never accept me. So I know that we have a lot working against us and I want you to think about all that before we go any further. I recently learned about 'friends with benefits' and if that's all you want then I understand and will gladly take whatever you'll give me.

I'm rambling, apologies. What I really want to say is - You make me happy, Hermione, and happiness isn't something that I thought I'd ever see again. You see me in a way that no-one else ever has. I don't want this letter to be laden down with misery but I was very close to disappearing from the world before I met you. I believed that the world would be a better place if the Malfoy line died with me. And I realise that's a huge amount to put on your shoulders but I have to be honest. You've given me a new lease of life. And even if you don't want anything romantic, your friendship is more than enough. You're the most incredible person I've ever met. I don't think you realise how beautiful you are, both inside and out.

I'm sorry I didn't fully appreciate it before.

I'm really baring my soul now, aren't I? I should stop writing. I just wanted to put this all out there and it's easier on paper than in person.

I hope your work assignment's going well.

Yours,

Draco

PS; Be nice to poor Eltanin, he flew all that way to make sure you received this book bouquet on time

[knife-like]

❣️ + Draco and hermione!

SEND ME ❣️ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…     [   VOL. 2   ] 

dramione :]

Who is the little spoon? / hermione!!

Who sings in the shower? / again hermione but it's because i think draco sings elsewhere.

Who plays pranks on the other? / you would think i'd say hermione here but youre wrong, it's draco.

Who is the one who listens to pop music? / hermione.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe? / both of them bring the other random drinks because they're both workaholics who don't sleep.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night? / draco has never seen a movie in his life.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public? / hermione. draco would never sry.

Who gives the other random little compliments? / i feel like both of them but draco does it more often

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate? / once again draco would never. it has to be hermione.

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car? / draco can't drive..... so i don't think hermione would let them borrow it anyways.

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping? / hermione because draco swears he'll remember everything and then doesn't.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick? / being that draco's default verse for me is healer draco, i'm inclinded to pick them.

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules? / if we're talking magical sports, draco. if we're talking muggle sports, hermione.

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room? / draco!!! he likes to dance :]

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late? / hermione but draco has an impeccable sense of time, they'll be fine.

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name? / draco and i say this with the utmost love because my draco already has various tattoos with different things for different people. he likely wouldn't get something so obvious as her name but the point still stands.

[potentialbreakupscng]

❛ 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?"