#draco malfoy twoshot

[rensoneshots]

kiss me one more time 1/2

Draco walked up to harry, the shorter of them (harry I think) just smiled lightly. this would be quite odd...well unless you knew that the two of them had become quite good friends. Harry was starting to notice that smooth ghost-like skin and pointed chin draco had, and the way his hair was parted on the side with little to no wax giving it a slite bounce unlike in other years.

harry was the single person that draco trusted with his life and secrets. secrets about lines on his skin that were from trying to put himself together after his father broke the poor boy. or the secrets about knifes and guns he put on his head. "Pottah may I talk with you about something?" he said as harry noticed the uncertainty in his voice. "erm yeah, what is it" harry was standing with Ron and Hermione -who seemed to be the only two at the school who noticed how their friend and a guy who bullied them up until a few months back, had been getting close and keep looking at the other.-  Harry, who had not realized this was going to be a private conversation, was startled as his rist was grabbed and pulled to a small classroom. "I umm I...I don't know how to say it s-so i... I mean you just tell me if you feel uncomfortable. ok?" Draco asked stuttering and mixing up a few words. "ok" one word. that was all and now Draco Malfoy, a pure-blood boy who did anything his father told him to do, now he was going to do something he was not even allowed to talk about with someone who he was told to hate. but it was the person he trusted most. Draco slowly placed his forehead on Harry's. he could feel harry's light breaths hitch at contact and then go back down. he leaned closer till their noses touched then waited. what for? no one will ever know the exact reason. the blond was excited, aroused, confused, afraid, and self-conscious all at the same time, harry slowly closed the gap, their lips touched. both boys tilted their heads in opposite directions. being about a foot away from the wall Harry pulled himself against it. their kiss had not deepened but kissing was not really the point, it was more of Draco's way of showing how he felt. replacing one hand on the wall next to the harry's head and leaving the other where it was Draco leaned to harry's ear "you're like really hot against a wall you know" he then put his thumb one harry's lips and the rest of his hand wonder the other's chin.

draco proceeded to rub it back and forth. Harry, knowing what to do, opened his mouth slightly. enough for Draco's thin thumb to slip in there, and feel around. Harry moved his tongue from the base to the tip of Draco's thumb's underside, letting out a small moan.

"what the actual fuck do you boys think you're doing?" a high female voice said.

welp, everyone will know now. Draco turned around and harry opened his eyes to see professor McGonagle. Draco looked down at his feet "I'm sorry; please don't tell anybody about this"

"don't worry about it Mr. Potter and Mr.Malfoy, I won't tell anybody but... IF I HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT YOU TWO HAVEING SEX BOTH THE BOTH OF YOU WILL BE PUNISHED," she turned on her heel and left the room

the blond's face was still down. harry burst out in laughter.

"what? this isn't funny" Draco said looking sharply at the man in front of him.

harry moved a blond peace of hair " your so beautiful when you are flustered like this" he paused "ginny is going to kill both of us if she finds out"

"oh shit I forgot about her" 

"it's fine" he said with a little laugh.

"you and I just kissed. you cheated and it's my fault. I'm sorry" 

"no it's not your fault; you may have started it but I let it continue. Ginny and I... are not in a good place and I think luna likes her" harry said and pulled Draco -who was crying- into a hug. "it is and will be ok"

BACK WITH RON AND HERMIONE:

ginny walked up to her older brother and Hermione "have either of you seen harry?" she asked.

"oh yeah, he ran off with the stupid blond" Ron laughed out as if draco had not changed. or maybe as if draco changed but not in a good way.

"Ronald fucking weasly! he may have been mean to the both of us before but lately Malfoy has been nice. you should respect the fact that he is trying and not becoming the bully your self" Hermione scolded.

the younger girl skipped off saying "if you see him tell me".

THE NEXT DAY:

harry got out of bed, got dressed, and then opened the portrait passageway. "hey my beautiful prince" Draco whispered seductively in the brunette's ear, biting it softly. the way he said it made harry feel weak in the knees, like if Draco says to do something, he would do it.

"let's go," Draco saidsmileing like the skyes were blue and the sun was shineing. he grabed harry's wrist and starting to head to an empty classroom. despite the blond's efforts to be alone with his prince charming, ginny walked up to them "hello harry; let's go find an empty classroom" the girl said with a small smerk. she took the words right out of Draco's mouth, the words HE wanted to say.

"sorry gin but in just not free right now," harry said strictly with a blank face and continued with Draco.

"Malfoy may be acting like he is your friend but deep down he is just trying to mess with you" ginny retorted.

"you know what? I don't FUCKING care what you think his intentions are! you don't seem to understand how to leave me alone when I'm busy. when I try to hang out with my friends you always try to get my attention and take me away. you try to be the only one in my life, the only one I talk to, the only person on my mind. you don't love me, you're obsessed with me; it's so fucking annoying. It's breakfast time so go eat before the food gets cold" harry screamed

"oh well your not mr.perfect either. sorry for wanting to hang out with my boyfriend. what? are you making out with Hermione? Maybe sucking my brother off between classes? or fucking Malfoy up the ass? tell me. what is it?" ginny questioned starting to tear up a little.

the shorter of the two grabbed Draco's arm and sped away

"by the way if we had sex I'd be fucking you up the ass" Draco whispered gigleing a little.

"yeah shore I'm down. let's do it"

"wait, no I didn't mean it like that. I mean yes, I would like to have sex with you but not just to get back at your girlfriend"

"then do it because I really do want to"

"ok," he said and continued pulling harry to a room. when they got in there Draco grabbed harry's neck and they slammed their lips together. harry opened his mouth and Draco slipped his tongue in, exploring every inch of the submissive boy's mouth. the blond pushed harry into a wall grinding against him.

draco slowly moved a hand to Harry's waist and then started undoing his chosen one's pants and palming him. "mmmh your already better than ginny~ ahhhhh" harry moaned out and then moaned again as he felt a hand running up and down his already hard dick.

Draco broke the kiss and pushed his forehead on the others, he continued jerking harry off as they just stared at each other. their eyes both said the same three words. 

after only a few minutes harry said "fu~ck I'm about to cum~" 

Draco stopped moving "haha. no." he laughed out softly and shook his head. "I love you my prince but if I let you cum that easily then where would the fun be?"

"I forgot you  were such a bully" harry scoffed

"Oh, my dear baby...i" he pumped his hand down "am" up "worse" down. draco flipped harry around. his ass pushed against the blond devil's dick.

"I prepared myself this morning," the burnet said as if the author is not having bad cramps so she is tired and does not feel like this stuff is really needed at this moment. if you want more preparation just skip this story but i will add smut in a minute.

"Well then" Draco started removing his pants "don't be too loud, if you do I'll make sure you feel the pain" he whispered in harry's ear, biting it a little. he kept one hand on the other's dick. he pushed three fingers into harry. the sibbmisive one nearly screamed out. next, Draco curled his fingers, hitting the prostate and moving the other hand up and down harry's shaft a few times. 

"I want to feel you in me" harry said needly.

"then ask nicely"

"Please would you make me feel full and make me whole by having sex with me?" harry begged

Draco didn't say anything. he just smiled and kissed harry's neck. after a minute he finally answered; "yes". draco pushed into his Burnett. "please never leave me, never hide from me, never turn around and walk away. please let me kiss you till we grow old. like we are the only people in this world. and like we are the only people in the next world." the blond started to cry

"never. i will never just leave you"

"and i the same" draco's pase picked up. 

"can i cum? please?"

"yes my love"

AN: so i would have made this hole thing into one chapter but i want to give this part first. the next chapter will contain mager depretion. also next chapter i will link my play list that i use. i don't know who made it but i use it for my writing.

[dramioneasks]

Hi! Do you have any recommended post-war fics where dramione are forced to marry due to marriage law or other reasons, and draco actually love her for years.

Thank you!

Til Death - Avoidingresponsibilities - E, WIP - The war had been over for all of five years and the wizarding world was still just trying to pick up the pieces. Draco had scarcely been on English soil for a full fortnight before he received a summons from the Ministry Unification and Integration Office. The summons fluttered out of his hands; it was a joke, it had to be. They couldn’t do this to him—to her.

I Can’t Hate You Anymore by jmalfoy - M, 22 chapters - Being forced to marry a man you hate is not as bad as loving him after he destroyed your life. After years of heartache, will Draco and Hermione ever find true happiness? Complete!

Ties That Bind (Conjunctionis Ligavaris) by TattoosAndHighHeeledShoes - E, 2 Chapters - "If you think that’s an orgasm, Granger, you’re in for a long night.“ They knew each other, even respected each other, but a marriage law, some Veritaserum, and Ministry-mandated memory exchanges will change everything. Dramione. TWOSHOT Rated Explicit for chapter 2.

The Registry - WordsWithWays - E, 9 chapters - Three years after the war, a curse is wrecking havoc on fertility in the wizarding world.Now, The Ministry has mandated that those who can still make magical children “do their part” with obligatory dating within The Fertility Registry.—“This act of selflessness on my part doesn’t mean that I don’t want the best. I always have. I always will. And, after assessing every candidate, I’ve decided objectively that it’s you.”“Is that really your sales pitch, Malfoy? Please tell me this is some sort of joke.”

Chasm by SweetSwizzle614 - M, 10 chapters - When Ministry Decree #957 is passed, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger match up. Each of them secret harbours feelings for the other, both are oblivious.

-Lisa

[di-daynamic]

do you have any fic recs for harry potter/percy jackson crossovers?

My first ask! So excited!

I have a few:

Harry Potter: The Demigod Who Lived by DGJabberwocky

Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter. . . And the Goddess Artemis. Harry being a demigod and growing up with the Hunt and around Camp changes a lot of things. His character is a bit too ... perfect, and the story as a whole is kind of ' does not seem realistic for a character this age to do that kind of thing', but a good read. Gen. Incomplete.

2. The Warrior and The King - A Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover by vega

In which Zoe Bianca Jackson finds out she is not just the legacy of two of the most famous heroes, but also a witch. A casually fun read. Canon relationships. Incomplete.

3. hoax by WiseGirl35

Percy and Annabeth are sent back to the marauders era while interrupting a ritual Circe was preparing and after being given a quest. BAMF Percabeth, and a lot of Harry Potter canon divergence. Amazing character dynamics. Canon relationships. Incomplete.

4. Harry Potter and New Rome by Takara Phoenix

This one is less of a crossover, more a mash-up. The Harry Potter characters are all demigods. Nico di Angelo and Percy Jackson are parents to Luna Lovegood, uncles to Piper and Annabeth's daughter Hermione Granger, keeping an eye on Octavian who is fostering Draco Malfoy and becoming friends with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, who are adopting their godson, legacy of Pluto Harry Potter. Twoshot. Nicercy, Wolfstar and Drarry.

5. Sally Jackson, Daughter of Voldemort, Mother of Percy by Black_Victor_Cachat

A really amazing fic which plays on the Percy is Voldemort's grandson trope by having Voldemort kidnap Sally for a ritual and Sally escape by being the BAMF she is. Little does she know about the army coming for her, though. Featuring demigods wreaking havoc on the Death Eaters, Sally mothering everyone, the Wizarding War taking a sudden turn, and Percy being the most powerful person on Earth simply by virtue of his connections. Canon pairings. Post The Trials of Apollo.

6. Secrets by S.P. Kumar

An Original Character focused fic set in the Marauders era and post The Last Olympian. Mostly based in Hogwarts, where, as the title suggests, her friends find out about her being a demigod. Episodic. Sirius Black/OC. Incomplete.

7. Percy Jackson: Grandson of Voldemort by Poke_Master57

A lighthearted fic set after Blood of Olympus and Deathly Hallows with a very casual and humorous tone. A 'Percy Jackson is the Grandson of Voldemort' fic. Despite the tropes at the beginning - jealous Harry, all powerful Percy - it is an amazing fic and a great, if a tad crack, read. Canon Pairings. Complete.

8. Percy Jackson and the Horror Within by Procrastinating4237

A really great fic, set after The Lightning Thief and during the Chamber of Secrets. A very realistic explanation for how Percy is Voldemort's grandson, a beautiful Percy and Annabeth friendship, Percy being a legendary Hufflepuff, and the Golden Trio being distant from him and not instantly best friends. Gen. Incomplete.

9. Half-Blood Means Two Things || Marauders Era | Percy Jackson || by lyd squiddd

Another OC centric fic, with this one being far from both of the series' canon, progressing in its own way, just using the settings. Pre-Percy Jackson series, and during the Marauders era. Incomplete.

10. Kinetic Energy by Irisinally

Percy and Harry are cousins, and meet on a family trip to London. Harry asking Percy about Voldemort leads to a quest being sent to Hogwarts, and Percy participating in the Triwizard Tournament. Post Blood of Olympus. More character and relationship focused than plot. First fic complete, with a sequel underway. Canon relationships.

11. Undercover at Hogwarts by sammyluvsya

A Percico fic set post Heroes of Olympus where all the rest of the Seven are dead. Percy is de-aged and both are sent to Hogwarts to assist in the fight against Voldemort. Complete.

12. Harry Potter and the American Not-Quite Wizards by ThatOne749

Set post Harry Potter series, where Harry is a BAMF Auror who is sent to America to help deal with a crisis. While there, he meets three kids on the run: Thalia, Luke and Annabeth. Features criticism of the child endangerment in Percy Jackson, Auror technicalities and cute building Potter family. Hinny. Hints of Thaluke. Incomplete.

13. The Slytherin Demigod by dysFUNctional

Amelia Papadeas, daughter of Hades and a witch. At first, follows along canon storylines but then becomes wildly derailed. Amelia's powers are explored thoroughly, and character development - and regression - is a great theme. Coming of age. Some Percy/OC and Draco/OC. Incomplete.

14. Heir to the Emerald Throne by beingaverageisnormal

Incredible fic, featuring tired BAMF powerful dark Slytherin Percy, who is yet the compassionate demigod we all know and love. Another Percy is Voldemort's grandson fic, where Percy scares the hell out of anyone who meets him, refuses to take anyone's bs and just wants to save innocent people. Set post Heroes of Olympus and during Order of the Phoenix. Supposed to be Percabeth, but gen for now.

15. Quest to the Past by marisandini

Absolutely brilliant series where Percy is sent back to the Marauders era to keep James Potter and Lily Evans safe, so that Harry can be born to defeat Circe's descendant Voldemort. Percy is our loveable- dumbass-and-yet-smart-Seaweed Brain, and he, Lily and Severus make an iconic trio. A couple fics are complete, with another in the series ongoing. Gen.

+1: Gillyweed Brain and Say Yes by eliselilyflower

Two other mashups, this time in Hogwarts setting. Percabeth, Jasiper and Leyna. Oneshots.

Hope you enjoy the fics!

[justathoughtfulangel]

The One That Came Back (Draco Malfoy Mini Series, Final Part)

Hi everyone! Here is the third and final part of my Draco Malfoy Mini Series, The One. If you’d like to see more details about the series as a whole and a summary of this part, you may do so here. If you’d like to read more about my OC, Amara Grimaldi, you can do so here.

PLEASE read parts one and two before you read this! You can find part one, The One Who Was Lost, here; you can find part two, The One That Got Away, here.

Word count: 4, 706

Please don’t hesitate to message me if you have any questions/concerns/comments.

Whenever you see “~~~”, I am transitioning to a new scene. If you see “~” instead, we’re in the same scene but different characters are being shown.

If you have a hard time following the scenes, please use this scenes list as a resource.

Happy Reading!

Amara sat in her office, overlooking the Hogwarts grounds from her window. Night was upon them, and most of the castle was asleep. Snow fell down gently, forming a soft blanket that glittered in the moonlight. Scrolls of parchment lay on her desk, already graded and ready to return to her 3rd-year students. She took a moment to look around absentmindedly, thinking of her journey here.

After the war, Amara took her friends to her family’s vacation home in Paris. She didn’t admit it at the time, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione understood that she didn’t have the strength to see her childhood home and not have her father there to welcome her. They stayed for a month or so, slowly healing from the wounds of the war. It was a break they all desperately needed.

Hermione and Amara both saw value in returning to Hogwarts for their last year of school, while Harry and Ron opted to begin working as Aurors immediately. The Ministry welcomed the heroes with open arms. After finishing her education, Hermione, too, joined the Ministry. For years, Amara wished to become a Potions professor at Hogwarts. She worked toward that dream by creating two of her own potions within the next two years, wanting to substantiate her skills beyond those written on her school transcript.

The first potion she created was Lamisquia, a potion that put Amara in a great deal of danger during its inception. Lamisquia was the vampire-equivalent to Wolfsbane, yet even stronger. It had the ability to return vampires to their human form. Testing it had been disastrous, but it was ultimately successful.

The next potion she made was Sirpotalis, an elixir to lengthen the lifetime of plants. Amara’s invention was greatly needed in the Wizarding World; it could fight food shortages and also nearly immortalize plants such as Gillyweed, Asphodel, Belladonna, and many other valuable ingredients often utilized in potions.

During this time, Ron finally admitted his feelings for Hermione. They were wed within the next year. Not long after, Harry and Ginny married as well. Life was slowly moving on for everyone. She took the time to meet her friends as often as she could; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Amara often had lunch together at The Leaky Cauldron, The Three Broomsticks, and a variety of Muggle restaurants in London. It had taken some time, but the four were leading very peaceful lives.

Beyond her involvement in the Second Wizarding War - seeing herself commemorated in new History books and Chocolate Frog cards felt strange, to say the least - and her family name, Amara had created a name for herself, one she took pride in. After taking a well-deserved break, Amara took the place of Professor Slughorn when he retired.

But, even as everything was falling into place, Amara could never be truly happy. After all, one piece was missing. She hadn’t seen or heard from Draco since the War. Her thoughts were stained with the images of him walking away from her. She could still feel his hand slipping out of hers. The Malfoys occasionally appeared in The Daily Prophet; editorials and opinion pieces on the innocence of past supporters of Voldemort were popular with the average reader.

She had tried to move on, she really did. Amara had forced herself to go on some dates but gave up on the endeavor eventually. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy the company of these other men… they just weren’t him. He was a plague on her heart and mind that she couldn’t dispel.

Blinking away tears, Amara locked her office for the night and Flooed to her home. The peaceful silence in her childhood home brought her some solace. On the way up the stairs, she paused. Her eyes fell on the painting of her parents and her hand came up to clutch their rings, still dangling from the thin golden chain she never removed.

Even when they were both gone, Amara felt their love radiating from her memories and the colored canvas. It gave Amara the hope she desperately needed. Perhaps she wouldn’t have a love like theirs in her own life, but the memory of her parents’ love would be enough. It had to be. It was all she had left.

~~~

There she was, night after night, writhing in excruciating pain on the mahogany floor of his home. The pleased screeches of his aunt, no matter how loud, weren’t enough to drown out her screams. Each one stabbed his heart, leaving a searing burn there indefinitely. Crimson blood trickled down her forearm and colored the wood beneath her. He was shackled; his strength wasn’t enough to break free of his restraints and go to her. She shrieked louder. Her blood spilled faster. His chains squeezed him tighter.

Draco jolted awake as he did every morning. A thin layer of sweat painted his skin. His exhausted eyes, courtesy of months of tortuous nights, contrasted deeply with his alabaster skin. The sun was just beginning to rise, lighting up his small but luxurious London flat. In his weary stupor, Draco shoved his sheets aside, heading to the bathroom.

The face in the mirror was pale, sallow. Light had left Draco’s eyes long ago. He, quite likely, had forgotten how to smile. He had no reason to smile. Though Veratiserum had proven the true thoughts and actions of him and his family, there were scars Draco had to manage, scars that refused to heal. He tried to lose himself in the crowds of London. The large population of Muggles made no difference to Draco, not anymore. In fact, he rather appreciated it. Muggles did not view him and his family with disdain. To a Muggle he crossed on the street, he was no one.

Draco didn’t know what he was trying to find in his solitude. He just knew that solitude was the only thing he could bear. He had no desire to listen to his father speak of marrying him to Astoria Greengrass. His mother’s loving concern, while endearing, was nearly suffocating. Draco needed silence. While the silence brought him peace, it couldn’t stifle everything. It couldn’t stifle the haunting memories. It couldn’t stifle his hopelessness. It couldn’t stifle how much he ached for Amara.

Amara. The one person he wished to see most. Draco knew he didn’t deserve her forgiveness, but he knew he had it anyway. Somehow, she forgave him every time. It was something he did not understand. She had explained it once before; Amara said she forgave him because she knew him, the real him. But how could she? Draco no longer knew who he was, he hadn’t for quite some time. The version of him Amara always forgave no longer existed.

As Draco sat near the window, flipping through the Daily Prophet, an owl tapped against the glass, a letter bearing the Hogwarts Crest held in its beak….

~~~

Laughter and chatter rang throughout the Great Hall. Amara sat with Neville, as usual; both had grown closer since they began teaching. Just recently, Neville and Luna had broken up amicably and Amara was one of the few people Neville spoke freely to. Amara could see how much Neville loved her, but even he agreed that perhaps he and Luna were not meant to be. Just then, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and stood, the desserts disappearing before them.

Unlike other nights, however, Minerva did not just bid the students a good night. “Now that we’re all fed and ready to end another day at Hogwarts, I have one last announcement to make. Within the next week, a few old students will be returning to Hogwarts to come speak to you all about their experiences, sit in your classes, and have volunteered to answer your questions about life after school. They will be here next Monday and shall stay for a few days. Be prepared with some questions and be sure to learn from their experiences!”

Amara smiled to herself, wondering who she’d get to see again. Harry, Ron, and Hermione hadn’t mentioned anything to her, so it was possible they couldn’t make it. Her thoughts flitted to Draco once more, but the likelihood of him accepting such an invitation was low. She had no idea where he was. Amara scolded herself for indulging the thought, turning her attention back to Neville once more.

~~~

Three days later, Amara walked around her classroom, returning numerous rolls of parchment to her 6th-year students. Some of the lot had a hard time seeing her as a Professor, given that she once roamed these halls as a student alongside them. This never bothered Amara. She spoke to them as she would with acquaintances: somewhat formal, but not with an air of authority.

“Now, based on your essays, some of you don’t have a solid understanding of The Draught of Living Death, and that’s perfectly alright. It’s a dreadfully tricky potion, which is why I would like everyone to have a solid theoretical understanding of it before we attempt to brew it.” Amara could not get any further with her lesson, however; she was interrupted by someone she wasn’t expecting to see today.

“I dunno, I could brew it successfully in 6th year.” Harry sat in the back of the classroom, Ron right beside him. “Because you cheated, Harry.” Both men grinned widely, mirroring the expression on Amara’s face. “Stop crashing her lesson, you two.” Hermione stood behind Ron, her eyes shining. The murmurs of surprise from the students had died down. Not many had seen this group together since the end of the war. The three friendly intruders hushed then, allowing Amara to get back to her lesson, though without much success. They had set the classroom abuzz, and Professor Grimaldi could not stop smiling.

~~~

A grand feast had been prepared in the honor of the alumni attending. Amara had seen numerous familiar faces: the Patil twins, Justin Finch-Fetchley, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood, the Greengrass sisters, Theodore Nott… But no Draco.

No matter how much she missed him, Amara’s mood could not be dampened by the memory of him tonight. Never did she imagine being back in the Great Hall with her dearest friends, laughing and sharing a meal together without a care in the world. Hogwarts was once again their home, bright and welcoming.

Neville, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat together, regaling each other with stories and fond memories. The five were in the midst of discussing the Yule Ball, with Harry mentioning his pleasant surprise at seeing Neville come in very late into the night. Amara momentarily remembered her date: Dominic Murtaugh from Durmstrang. He was nice enough, but she had left him rather rudely following Ron’s jealous outburst. Not to mention, Draco had been staring daggers at the bloke all night.

From the corner of her eyes, she saw just a flash of a platinum blonde head; it disappeared far too quickly. Amara did not indulge the thought. She would not let herself hope. Certainly, her mind was only imagining it…

~

Draco arrived at Hogwarts hours ago and had managed to avoid most people – even the woman he wanted to see most. It was a large enough castle, and he knew where he could hide. He couldn’t stop himself. He had no reason to anymore. There was no threat, no more excuses. He would be the man Amara saw and loved.

Even so, when he saw her after years, just a hundred feet away, he paused. Draco would never want or love anyone more than he had ever loved Amara. But what if she no longer cared for him? She had every reason to stop. How many times had he hurt her? He had failed her over and over. Did Amara even deserve to have someone like him in her life? Draco had given her too much misery, and he had no desire to give her any more.

~~~

The next morning, Amara was setting up for her lesson with the Hufflepuff and Slytherin 1st year students. Eleanor Tregor, a muggleborn Slytherin student, walked to her seat timidly. Amara smiled warmly at the girl, who looked down at something and then back up at her professor. Her behavior was intriguing.

Finding some bravery, Eleanor approached Amara, showing her the Chocolate Frog card enclosed in her hand. “Excuse me Professor, is this you?”

AMARA GRIMALDI

Currently Potions Master at Hogwarts

One of the many heroes in the Second Wizarding War, Amara Grimaldi worked alongside the Chosen One and was instrumental to the downfall of the Dark Lord. Afterwards, she created two potions, Lamisquia and Sirpotalis, which have brought plentiful benefits to the magical world. By those who know her, she is described as unfailingly kind and collected in the face of adversity.

Amara’s smile was one of wisdom and humility. “Yes, Eleanor, that is me.” The shy student said nothing more, seemingly intimidated by her teacher now as she shuffled back to her desk. Amara moved away from her desk and kneeled beside her. “What’s the matter, dear?” Eleanor took a shaky breath, her soft brown eyes anxious and upset. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be good… something worth remembering. The other Slytherins make fun of me. They say I don’t belong in Slytherin because I’m not from their world.”

Part of Amara’s heart throbbed in memory. She knew someone who held such beliefs once, and she knew the pain of being on the receiving end of such insults. “Eleanor, you were Sorted to the Slytherin house because of who you are within and who you are meant to be. The Sorting Hat saw ambition and a desire to achieve within you. I know it will come to fruition someday. One of my dearest friends is a muggleborn, and she is a much greater witch than I am.”

Other students were filtering into the classroom now. Eleanor sniffled softly but then smiled. “Thank you, Professor Grimaldi.” Amara nodded and put a supportive hand on Eleanor’s shoulder as she stood, beginning the lesson soon after. A Hufflepuff student, Trevor Yannick, had taken a seat next to Eleanor; Amara could sense a friendship in the making.

~

Classes were in session. The halls of Hogwarts were rather quiet between hours. A few 5th-year students mulled about during their morning free period, but Draco remained out of view. He was far past the age of climbing into the trees near the Black Lake, and yet here he sat anyhow. The waters of the Lake were calm; Draco’s mind was anything but.

Amara was the same, and yet she was different. He had only seen her from a distance, seemingly consoling a student before the class began. The changes were mostly physical: her hair was longer, her eyes not as vivid. Draco could once see the light of the world encompassed in them. What had made it fizzle out?

Ambrosi had died, and he was not there for her. She traversed through dangerous terrains alone in her quests to pioneer her potions, and she had no one to come home to. Draco had lost her. With what right could he go to her and say he loves her?

“Malfoy?” The voice came from below him. Only someone who would know to look for him here would be able to find him. The person who spoke to him was Harry Potter. Draco descended as swiftly as he could, and the pair said nothing to each other for a few moments. The last time they had spoken, Harry had saved Draco’s life.

Harry’s mind was occupied with how wrong he had been about Malfoy. If it wasn’t for his help – and the artful deceit of his mother – the world as they knew it would be drastically divergent to what it was today.

“How are you, Potter?” Pleasantries were not needed, and they were perhaps excessive, but Draco could not think of anything else to say. Harry was not about to indulge them. “Have you spoken to Amara yet? Have you told her you came back?”

Draco’s answer was in his silence. “Look, Malfoy…” Harry had many things he would like to say, yet none seemed to come to his tongue. “I don’t know what holds you back, and I won’t tell you what to do. All I know is that Amara has never loved anyone the way she loves you. You haven’t lost her yet, but you can’t expect her to wait for you forever.”

Harry knew there was a great probability Amara would never love another but playing on Malfoy’s vulnerabilities was the best way to motivate him. He had learned that much of him after years of being his rival.

Draco said nothing. Harry had pointed out another thing Draco always had: not only her forgiveness but also her patience. He was silent for many more moments, and Harry, too, said nothing else. Then, he broke from his trance. “Thank you… Harry.”

Harry blinked in shock for a moment but then smiled with a little hesitation. He was like a brother to Amara; if Harry was in Amara’s life, he would be in Draco’s, too. “Go get her, Draco.”

~~~

The sights from the Astronomy Tower were breathtaking, as always. It was snowing once more, though Amara wasn’t very cold. She was remembering the last winter night she stood on this balcony. Draco had joined her those many years ago; it was one of their last real conversations.

Shaking her head as if to dispel the memory, Amara wrapped her shawl around herself, turning to leave. Perhaps she would Floo back to her home for the night. Yet, she wasn’t alone. “Amara…”

She was in front of him. Draco had seen her in his horrifying dreams every night: the angel he could never save from the pain and darkness. Here she was. It was all, and it was everything.

Amara lost her voice. She hadn’t simply been imagining him. He had been near her, and now he was here. How many letters had she written to him, graced with her tears? They had never been sent. Those tears – her pain – was not another burden Amara would place on him. She could not stop her tears now.

“You came back…” She would ask for nothing but him. Didn’t he know by now?

“Amara, I…” Draco could not say anything else before Amara ran into his arms. All her anger and hurt momentarily subsided. Then, his arms came around her, holding her close, and she was whole again.

The snow fell near them. The winter air swam around. Yet, neither was cold. This was warmth. This was hope. This was love… There was much to say, much to do, and much to face. Draco and Amara would do it together, and that was more than enough…

~~~

Amara never believed she would be here again. It was a place she had spent quite a bit of her childhood in; it was also the site of her darkest memory. Draco’s hand squeezed hers as they looked upon Malfoy Manor from the gate. “We don’t have to do this here, Amara. Just say the word.”

She took a deep breath, saying nothing as she looked up at him. Draco’s health and being had improved greatly: his skin was no longer pale, his eyes slowly beginning to fill with life and light. “No. I should go speak to her. Not the other way around.” Narcissa was always the closest thing Amara had to a mother in her life, even after Draco distanced himself from her in their school years.

They walked through the grand gates silently. Narcissa greeted them before they even entered the foyer. She knew Amara like any mother knew their child. She knew her likes and dislikes, her tendencies, her tone when she lied… Her suffering to see Amara in pain was no different than the pain that clutched Narcissa’s heart when she saw Draco’s. Narcissa moved to hold her daughter, not saying another word.

Perhaps it was the warmth of Narcissa’s embrace that ripped a sob past Amara’s lips. She had not truly allowed herself to feel the extent of her loss and her pain. Her love for Draco, though immensely powerful in its own right, was world’s away from how she adored his mother. “I’m so sorry, my dear. I am so sorry I couldn’t protect you. Please forgive me.”

Narcissa’s tear-filled eyes looked upon her son as she held Amara. She had been able to call her son away from the war but had left Amara there. Narcissa had not even contacted her at Draco’s request.

“Please don’t apologize, Narcissa… everything is fine now. Let’s not dwell on the past.” Draco had been silent, a non-participant in this overwhelming interaction up until then. He, too, joined the embrace, holding the two women he loved to the ends of this universe and back. The three stood there, reminding themselves they were all safe and sound… they were a family that would heal together.

~~~

A few months had passed. To everyone but Amara’s surprise, Draco too became an Auror alongside Harry and Ron; his firsthand knowledge of the Dark Arts proved to be a great asset.

Draco was now well accepted by Amara’s friends; Ronald had taken some convincing, but even he couldn’t deny the changes he saw in Draco. He seemed to be an entirely different man than the boy he knew in school.

Hogwarts was closed for the summer, and Amara had whisked Draco away to the Grimaldi summer home in Paris. The two went from room to room when they arrived, reminiscing about their childhood shenanigans here. At night, they sat in front of the fireplace. Tonight, Draco lay with his head in Amara’s lap, staring at the flames and watching them dance. This was happiness. This was peace. This was where he would want to stay forever.

Amara looked down upon him as Draco shifted to meet his eyes with hers. Her fingers caressed his hair soothingly, and his brushed against her cheek with a touch as light as a feather. “Do you remember… in sixth year… Slughorn’s classroom… and he had brought Amortentia?”

Amara smiled wistfully, her eyes entranced with his. She nodded before taking a glance around this very room. It contained the memory her Amortentia held. This was the place where she would always remember Draco. He was her Draco now, and he would always be, but it was here where the Draco of her childhood – her first love – would forever remain.

“Within it, I always smell our memories from here. The fireplace, the caramel and ice cream and hot chocolate from our vacations… and you.” Draco’s hand gently held her cheek, framing her face as he pulled her down into the sweetest of kisses, sweeter than any of their memories. It was here he had to ask Amara to stay by his side forever.

Not letting his lips leave hers, Draco sat up, bringing Amara into his lap. They were wrapped up in each other, hidden in their own corner of the world. “Amara…” He had so many words planned, but they all escaped him. Draco would speak the words that came from his heart. “Years ago, I ran into a little girl at a party in my home. She wore a purple dress, yet her shoes were stained as if she had just run through some fields. She became my best friend… and she was my first love.”

Amara’s heart was racing, and as she listened, tears began to well up in her eyes. “Only, I had failed her time and time again. I left her, but she always came back to me. I hurt her, and she always forgave me. One thing I have never forgotten… is that I promised to marry her one day. It was the only promise I had made to her, and so it is one I cannot break.”

“It was right here where I had made that oath to Amara Lucianna Grimaldi, and it is here I will see it to the end.” Draco had shed a few tears as well, and his voice was held back by the force of the love he felt. “Tonight, I will not ask her to marry me. I only intend to inform her I am keeping my promise. It is tonight that I make her a new promise… a promise to protect, love, and cherish her forever.”

Though he had asked no question, it was present in his eyes. Amara answered with a kiss, and Draco’s soul felt resurrected. Healed as if it had never been harmed. For now, he had his angel, and with her, he could conquer all trials. She was his strength. She was his love. She was his home.

~~~

Three years later, the Grimaldi-Malfoy Manor was filled with sunshine, smiles, and laughter. The tiny giggles of the newest member of the family, Scorpius Draco, echoed over the bathroom tiles as he splashed his hand against the water, wetting his father’s face. He had graced the lives of his parents with his arrival nearly one year ago, and it was as if both had been revived. “Dada!”

Draco laughed as well, wiping the water from his eyes. Though both had aged some, Amara still looked at him the way she always did. Her heart just about melted when she saw him with their son. Draco picked Scorpius up, blowing a raspberry on his tummy before wrapping him up in a towel and peppering kisses all over his face. Scorpius’s giggles transitioned into happy but tired coos as he hugged his father’s neck as best as he could.

His eyelids began to droop then, as if right on schedule. Soon enough, Draco had him ready for bed while his mother got him a bottle. Amara sat in the rocking chair; Scorpius nuzzled into her chest as he drank, his eyes barely open. Tucking him in was always the hardest part, simply because neither parent would want to let him go, but let him go they did with the promise of each other and a new day together as he drifted off to the land of the sweetest dreams…

~~~

Twenty-one years later, the family was now one of five. Scorpius’s younger sister, Aelia, was just like their mother, even more so when the third child came along. Perseus was a troublemaker, and whenever he got hurt, he ran to his loving elder sister who took care of him just as Amara did.

On this warm spring afternoon, Amara and Draco sat with their friends – extended family, really, for they were Aunt Amara and Uncle Draco without being related by blood – enjoying tea as the children all ran around the large yard behind their home. Draco, Ron, and Harry were having some discussion about work, as usual. The women were used to this and were in conversation about their own lives.

Amara was easily the favorite Professor at Hogwarts, or so Rose reported. Within the last year, she had taken Professor Flitwick’s post as Head of Ravenclaw House after his retirement. Hermione made leaps and bounds in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, recognized for her outstanding work; there was even talk of her taking the position for Minister of Magic. Ginny had retired from the Holyhead Harpies just recently and was now a Sports Editor for The Daily Prophet.

Laughter and smiles could be seen everywhere. Lily and Aelia had managed to cover to discover some wildflowers and were busy braiding them into each other’s hair. From the corner of her eye, Amara noticed Albus and Scorpius slink off towards the brook just a ways away. They reminded her an awful lot of her and Draco when they were young. Rose sat on the edge of the fountain with a book, enjoying the sunshine and pleasant wind as she read aloud to Perseus. Hugo and James were flying around on their broomsticks, both of their mothers asking them to “Slow down!” at the same time.

As Harry once put it, all was well.

~~~

This completes my Draco Malfoy mini series. I cannot tell you how many times I cried while imagining my beloved characters finally getting their happy endings. As always, feel free to reach out to me on here. Your reviews and reads mean the world to me, so I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel <3

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Dance With Me by Enigmaticrose4

Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Summary: Draco is bored with his life and not looking forwards to picking a wife. That is, until he bumps into a fetching little cat at his mother's Halloween Masquerade. - Dramione AU

Complete (word count: 8,630)

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Fic Rec #563

A Slow Cruel Descent by SenLinYu

Hermione x Draco Malfoy 

The war grinds on and Hermione Granger, the lead intelligence for the Order of the Phoenix, is captured. Unable to crack her through interrogation without risking her mind, Voldemort conceives a cruel method of breaking her that involves a reluctant Draco Malfoy.

COMPLETE: Chapters: 1 - Words: 7,869

(with sequel, A Fragile Ascent by SenLinYu, also complete.)

[dhr-ao3]

For You Always For You

For You, Always For You https://ift.tt/JTlZLOs by atruwriter After the mess of sixth year, Draco flees to contemplate life as a pureblood, a Malfoy, and a human being. He quickly realizes he needs help. Reaching out, he finds more than ever expected. Love knows nothing of blood purity. DHr TwoShot Please note, this was originally written in 2006; just being moved over from FFnet Words: 20307, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Abusive Parents, Filicide, Major character death - Freeform via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/gS4RnNW October 15, 2022 at 03:09AM

[sol-rising]

— dramione fanfic recommendations bc i don’t have a life;

[CHERRY] No one asked for this but I don’t have a life and I read a lot so.... why not? Majority of these are either on AO3 or FFN. 

— ONESHOTS; 

Best Shot by AccioMjolnir [Mature, 24k words]

Summary: It's eighth year and Hermione is trying to navigate her post-war friendship with Draco Malfoy and a relationship with Ron Weasley when she gets an unexpected visit from someone who knows her better than anyone: herself. Thrown back from the future, an older Hermione drops a bombshell on her: she has only three days to set things right, or Draco dies.

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone [Teen & Up Audiences, 21k words]

Summary: That one-night stand with Draco Malfoy was a mistake. Hermione doesn't make mistakes, or at least she isn't supposed to. She's working hard at her Ministry career, however frustrating and pointless her job may be, and she's also got to live up to everyone's expectations as Hogwarts's most famous Muggle-born and a top-tier War Hero. So, why is she still sleeping with Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and infamous pureblood? And why isn't she certain that she wants to stop?

A Muggle-born Magic by Musyc [Mature, 50k words]

Summary: Regency-era AU. Physician's daughter Hermione Granger finds herself in need of a way to pay off her father's debts after his death. Draco Malfoy, retired from the politics of the Isolationists, a group of pure-bloods bent on separating 'true' magic from lesser folk, finds himself in need of a tutor for his son, Scorpius, who appears to be incapable of magic and must learn to survive in a world without it. Draco also needs a wife and mother for Scorpius, to satisfy a promise to his unwell father. After she saves his son from an attack by Isolationists, Draco hires the Muggle-born Miss Granger for the former, and after a riot in Vauxhall Gardens and a scandalous discovery made by his mother, weds that selfsame Muggle-born for the latter. While making the best of her marriage of (in)convenience, Hermione discovers that Scorpius' history of wild imaginings and dreams is more than just imagination. As she attempts to teach him about magical abilities no one expected he would ever have, she and Draco work together to raise Scorpius and learn to trust each other.

Ice by senlinyu [Teen & Up Audiences, 5.1k words]

Summary: Hermione works in Gringotts’ Records Department when Draco Malfoy comes on staff as a curse-breaker. His icy presence drags up memories she’s desperate to move on from and forget. She tries to ignore him, but every time she sees him, she feels chilled to the bone. DHr Advent 2018.

Fallin' (Adrenaline) by LeilahMoon [Teen & Up Audiences, 4.5k words]

Summary: When Professor McGonagall encourages all Hogwarts students to participate in a mentor scheme designed to promote inter-House unity, Hermione Granger is thrilled; she can’t wait to embrace the opportunity for further education. Unfortunately, she's not able to choose who she is allocated to and, when her mentor turns out to be Draco Malfoy, she’s certain she won’t learn anything at all.  

The Two Sided Triangle by Canttouchthis [Teen & Up Audiences, 5.2k words] 

Summary: In which Daily Prophet reporter Hermione Granger inadvertently becomes a superhero and her partner, the intrepid Draco Malfoy finds himself smitten. In other words, a Dramione inspired by Superman and Lois Lane.

Now Is A Gift by senlinyu [Teen & Up Audiences, 5k words]

Summary: Hermione is determined to give meaningful Christmas gifts to everyone in her Ministry department.

Everyone.

Even that anti-social arse Malfoy.

DHr Advent 2019.

riddle me this by megamegaturtle [General Audiences, 8k words]

Summary: Their fingers touch when Draco hands her the paper and Hermione's heart almost jumps out of her chest.

The note reads: How do you spell ‘cute boy’ with only two letters? -Riddle Me This

Hermione finds herself grinning. “Cutie. Q-T. That’s the answer to the riddle. You’re a cutie, Malfoy.”

[the one where someone leaves Draco Malfoy riddles to solve from the local coffee shop's community board and he enlists Hermione Granger for help.]

(Written for 2020 DFW Trope Fest: Double Trouble)

Library Rendezvous by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Fiction T, 2.9k words]

Summary: Hermes Granger just wanted to finish his homework in peace but of course, she always had to ruin his plans. Male!Hermione Granger/Female!Draco Malfoy. Genderbender

Relentless (Hogwarts Era Series) by realjane (Series of Connected Oneshots)

Height by senlinyu [Explicit, 8.7k words]

Summary: “Tall? That’s what you think I should notice about Malfoy? His height?”

Ginny quirked an eyebrow and licked the tip of her quill suggestively. ”Well, isn’t that your thing? Lockhart. Krum. McLaggen. Ron. The only thing they have in common is being tall enough to give me a neck ache.

”Hermione felt her ears grow hot, and she gripped her book tighter. “I don’t have a thing for tall men. Their height is—completely coincidental.”

Dramione Height Differences Minifest 2020.

Diamond Heart by artemisgirl [Fiction T, 8k words]

Summary: When Hermione approaches Draco Malfoy proposing a fake relationship between the two of them as part of a scheme, he's eager enough to participate - the potential benefits outweigh any costs on his time. But as it all progresses, Draco finds himself wondering what it would be like if what was 'fake' was real.

The Spring’s Chosen by artemisgirl [Fiction T, 5.5k words]

Summary: A golden unicorn appearing on the Malfoy grounds sends the Manor into a flurry of activity, to the confusion of one Draco Malfoy. It's just a unicorn that happens to be gold - isn't it? DMHG  

Courting Customs Most Sacred by HeyJude19 [Twoshot, Mature, 15k words]

Summary: Published in 1862 by Lady Apollonia Nott, Courting Customs Most Sacred is the comprehensive text for any pureblood family seeking to arrange suitable matches for their children. It’s also patently ridiculous and not at all appropriate for the modern era of dating. It is certainly not how one should woo Hermione Granger, at any rate.

— ON-GOING/WIPs;

Come Let Us Adore Him by thiscitychickk [Not Rated]

Summary: Hermione Granger scoured the subreddits, perused the checklists, and read virtually everything possible on how to be an all star Congressional intern and staffer. She had her job responsibilities well in hand, but instructions on how to handle the attention of an upstart Congressman Draco Malfoy were nowhere to be found. US politics AU: Congressional staffer Hermione, Congressman Draco

and with you, i fall by passionesque [Mature]

Summary: With Narcissa Malfoy striking a deal for her family — protection for information, the last thing anyone wants is Draco Malfoy seeking refuge within the heart of the Order. 

It would’ve been easy, Hermione thinks. So easy for her to hex him back to Voldemort’s clutches for all that he’s said and done, but being the bleeding soft-hearted Gryffindor she is, she doesn't.

* * * * *

“You should hate me,” he murmurs, flicking his gaze to her from beneath his lashes. 

She should, Hermione knows this. She really ought to hate him, but the memory of the haunted look in his eyes and the hoarse screams of his nightmares echoes through her mind and eases the storm in her heart.

She doesn’t. She can’t.

“You’re right,” Hermione says soberly. “I should. But I don’t.”

Post HBP. Canon-Divergent. HG/DM.

Love In A Time Of the Zombie Apocalypse by andgladly [Mature]

Summary: After Voldemort, there was this. The clock is ticking to create a cure to the unimaginable horror that currently grips the world. Hermione finds herself unwillingly allied with the most hated man in Wizarding Britain.

The Alkahest by Shadukiam [Mature]

Summary: The Marriage Law, once enacted, has the power to destroy Hermione's perfectly normal life. Luckily, she and Ron are already planning to obey the horrific law together as a team... Until a Malfoy-shaped wrench gets thrown into the works. Dramione.

In the Arms of Her Dragon by Wolf Blossom [Mature]

Summary: A random act of kindness (the life-or-death kind) draws together Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger in a way that nobody saw coming. The duo, in fact, did not want anybody learn the secret of their relationship, but their hope was in vain. All of Hogwarts, nay, England suddenly knew about their union. "Nobody said this would be easy, bookworm." Malfoy drawled. "Shut. Up. Malfoy."

Time Twisters by themirrorminder.372259 [Fiction T]

Summary: Narcissa ignores the sharp smile her little brother wears after Bella's funeral, in the same way that Lily ignores the ravenous gaze her little sister aims towards Knockturn Alley. However, Albus Dumbledore cannot ignore the ominous friendship between Draco Black and Hermione Evans, not when he hears blood dripping from their joined hands. {TimeTravel} {DRAMIONE} {Marauder's Era}

Beautiful Incongruence by charlie_weasleys_gf [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: “You are not an easy person to talk to, Granger.”

“Well, you haven’t made the prospect of talking to you sound very exciting."

Hermione Granger was ready for her third year at Hogwarts-that was, until it was interrupted by time turners and apologising assholes.

In which Draco Malfoy apologises (a lot).

How to Move On by longdistance [Mature] 

Summary: It's been nearly a decade since the war. A long time since she locked herself away. A long time since he faced his mistakes. She's what he wants. He's what she needs. It's time for both of them to figure out how to move on.

Through the eyes of blind love by Mixilip1 [Mature]

Summary: Torn between the heart and love of two souls thou shall find theeself. Post-war.

Following the war, Hermione finds herself not-so-happily dating Ron, but it seems she can't keep herself away from a certain blonde Slytherin who's determined to finally make her his witch. After hearing a prophecy about her future, she thinks her life might change for good, but what she doesn't know is that the prophecy also included a veela in it.

"Granger, don't be nervous. Just look at me and let go." He said, grabbing her chin, and her brown eyes met his.This is a story about love triangles and veelas. Veela AU

flesh and blood by forbiddenquill [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: Scorpius breaks his father’s Time-Turner and ends up getting transported into the year 1998, when the Second Wizarding World War has already ended and where Draco Malfoy is still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered world.

With Scorpius’ arrival comes shocking revelations, burning questions, and a son’s image of a father Draco is sure he’ll never be able to live up to.

More importantly, it’s Scorpius’s bright brown eyes, so unlike his own, that bug Draco the most.

[alternatively, a multi-chapter fic where eight-year-old Scorpius follows Draco around the castle and tries to discover the secret identity of his mother]

The Other Side by sweetsolitude [Teen & Up Audiences]

Summary: A slow-burn Dramione version of 6th year, The Half-Blood Prince, told from the perspectives of Draco, Hermione, and Theo. No smut, no character bashing. Attempted to stay TTC and the general plot progression of HBP. Primary ship is Draco/Hermione. This fic is already completed at around 150k, will post chapters regularly.

The Hidden Duchess by Moxified [Fiction K]

Summary:  She had always been given everything she wanted ever since she was a child, spoiled to the very bone. Her life consisted of a strict regimen built for a princess that was followed to a tee - even after she came to Hogwarts. Leading two lives is stressful for anyone, especially a young lady with an equally young man curious enough to discover what secrets she was hiding.

An Unexpected Malfoy by RiverWriter [Mature]

Summary: Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can't ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family.

In Another Life by marana1 [Fiction M]

Summary: She walked over to the huge, full-length mirror. Staring back was her eleven-year-old self but with long, beautiful, silky platinum blonde hair and pale skin. Hermione ran her fingers through her hair, the reality of the situation sinking in. The fairy hadn't just made them switch places for a day... she sent them back in time and switched their lives. DM X HG. EWE. Slow burn.

Hermione's pianist by softblakegriffin, va_lentina [Mature]

Summary: Draco Malfoy was destined to play music since birth. A small prodigy in a family of long-standing musicians, he’s well on his way to become the best pianist of his generation. A month in Rome with his friends is the perfect way to leave the pressure and social obligations behind and relax, immersed in the eternal beauty and soul-stirring art.

Hermione Granger’s road to music wasn’t straightforward. She didn’t attend the Conservatory, everything she knows is the result of sacrifices, and she’s still searching for the perfect opportunity to make music her job. It’s her dream and she thinks Rome, with its breathtaking views and magical atmosphere, is the place where she wants to try and fulfill it.

He’s in Rome to enjoy a short reprieve from London, before going back home.

She escaped London and is in Rome to stay.

Will music and the treacherous city disrupt their plans?

Crimes of Passion by All3Unforgivables [Mature]

Summary: Draco Malfoy lost his family, his dignity, and his humanity during the Dark Lord's rise to power. The only thing he couldn't stand to lose was something that was never his to take. With no one left to mourn him, his disappearance goes unexplored. But angels like Hermione Granger do not go missing without notice. D/H OOC, AU. Very mature themes.

Nightcrawlers by malf0y101 [Explicit]

Summary: Returning to Hogwarts for her eighth year, Hermione Granger is depressed, resentful, and suicidal. That is, until Draco Malfoy presents an enticing offer to keep her alive. Soon after, the two embark on a torture spree of students, professors, and acquaintances while simultaneously engaging in a clandestine and dirty relationship. How long can they keep their game up?

What crawls in the night stays in the night.

Poet. by OneEqualTemper [Mature]

Summary: “Uh...Malfoy? Did you knock your pretty head into a wall this morning?” Ginny questions and slides into her spot next to Hermione.

Hermione gives her a quick glare, her eyes begging her to just leave it alone. Ginny ignores Hermione’s look and waits for Malfoy to answer. Malfoy does his best to ignore the red-headed Witch.

“Hello? Anyone in there?” Ginny questions and waves her hand in front of him.

Hermione grabs the Witch’s hand and pulls it down to the table, “He can sit here if he wants.”

Ginny scoffs but keeps her hand down on the table, “What’s wrong with his own table?”

“Ginny, stop,” Hermione hisses at her friend. “We’re friends. He can come and sit here anytime he wants.”

— COMPLETED;

Hindsight by floorcoaster [Teen & Up Audiences, 12 Chapters, 170k]

Summary: It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes.

Between the Devil and Draco Malfoy by QueenOfSmokeAndMirrors [Mature, 13 Chapters, 34k]

Summary: Seventeen is a dangerous age. Hermione Granger, arrogant and precocious and bored of her mundane life, thinks she can handle a deal with the devil. But Draco Malfoy - the devil's own son - plans on dragging her down to Hell with him. Dramione AU with demons.

Good Luck Kisses by Musyc [Teen & Up Audiences, 8 Chapters, 8.4k]

Summary: A good luck kiss for a Quidditch captain - it's ridiculous. It can't actually work.

But it does.

Every time.

Traditions by raven_maiden [Explicit, 14 Chapters, 69k]

Summary: She straddled him slowly, still biting her lip, her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips tightly as he stared up at her.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, and she flushed prettily, like she always did from his compliments. “You never need to hide from me.”

**

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love during the war. One year later, they're heading home for the holidays so he can finally meet her parents. There's just one teeny little problem: her parents think they're both Muggles.

Fortuitous by MrsRen [Mature, 13 Chapters, 93k]

Summary: Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need.

Manacled by senlinyu [Explicit, 77 Chapters, 370k]

Summary: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.

Wait and Hope by mightbewriting [Mature, 12 Chapters, 95k]

Summary: “Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”

Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly displeased with the recent series of events.

“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”

Hermione had to be sedated again.

Beginning and End by mightbewriting [Explicit, 48 Chapters, 242k]

Summary: Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control.

A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope.

Through the Years by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Fiction T, 11 Chapters, 93k]

Summary: Hermes Granger fervently believed that Malfoy's sole purpose in life was to make his life a living hell. Genderswap Dramione! Male!Hermione Granger/Female!Draco Malfoy. Companion piece to "Library Rendezvous".

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach [Mature, 29 Chapters, 77k]

Summary: It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

Sometimes you're sad. Sometimes you need dessert. And sometimes, it's a little of both.

Arrogance and Ignorance by AnneM.Oliver [Fiction T, 38 Chapters, 140k]

Summary: A romance set in the era of Jane Austen novels, this is the story of a woman and a man. The man thinks he is better than all others, & the woman knows she is smarter. Their differences aside, they have one thing in common, both are smitten with the other.

The Babysitter by WickedlyAwesomeMe [Teen & Up Audiences, 29 Chapters, 145k]

Summary: It was a dark and stormy Sunday night when Hermione Granger unexpectedly visited his house and entrusted him with her daughter, Rose. Disaster ensues.

Slow burn Dramione with a sprinkle of cute, cute Rose!

The Best of Me by MrsRen [Mature, 21 Chapters, 82k]

Summary: Officially, Hermione Granger was killed in action during the Battle of Hogwarts. Unofficially, Draco Malfoy has never stopped searching for her. Years after the war during a mission in France, his salvation comes in the form of a little blond boy and a familiar half-Kneazle.

Chronos Historia by In_Dreams [Mature, 27 Chapters, 98k]

Summary: Hermione and Draco stumble upon a mysterious portal and find themselves hurtled back through time a thousand years. Forced to team up to find a way home, they quickly realize that much of the history they believed to be fact, wasn't true after all. A founders era, time travel Dramione.

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie [Fiction M, 38 Chapters, 174k]

Summary: Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

omnia vincit amor by SyrenGrey [Explicit, 40 Chapters, 187k]

Summary: Dark days are here at Hogwarts, and the darkest cloud of all is hanging over Draco Malfoy's head. Already burdened with the impossible task of murdering the Headmaster, life becomes more complex when an elusive prophecy entangles him with a bushy-haired enemy, and a steamy forbidden romance unfolds. Sixth Year. Rated E for sexual content and violence.

Rose by longdistance [Mature, 5 Chapters, 20k]

Summary: A short tale of what happens after Hermione and Draco wake up with each other after a drunken night together. Alcohol often has consequences which they soon learn.

[hermionetickledthedragon]

Fan Fiction Recommendations Part V

The 5th and last part of FicRec series sadly.. Here are the 9th and 10th categories: 

Sad Fanfics

•Fanfics to cry you heart out to

1~Gradually by Lucystrn ~Mature ~Summary: "That's the first time i saw him again. The last is right now. But I am too weak and drunk to even attempt to shove the covers off his bed, stand and go away. Weak emotionally I mean, because I know that I should be running away from this thing." ~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet/ 5 Chapters, and  6,996 Words. ~Note/tw: Post-war, Hurt, comfort, romance, dark, emotionally rough.

2~Bitter sweet by provocative envy ~Mature ~Summary: When I finally came, it felt as if I had been flayed open, spine exposed, a cachet of fireworks set off in half-second increments along my vertebrae as he murmured my name so reverently I could not help but think that there must be some magic to it, to me, to him. ~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet/ 3 Chapters, and 5,746 Words ~Note/tw: Post-war, Complete.

3~Demolition Lovers by empathapathique ~Mature ~Summary: Words didn’t mean anything. Only a man who was absolutely sure of what he wanted—or was far too comfortable where he was—could tell a woman that she was the only woman he’d ever love then run off to bed another. ~Site and Words: LiveJournal, Fanfictionnet, AO3/ 3 Chapters, and 24,197 Words. ~Note/tw: Post-war, smut, angst, drama, Complete.

4~Mimi's Black Rose by xxSammySabotagexx ~Teenage ~Summary: Hermione sat beneath her tree, eyes pointed towards the sky. Tears were running down her face, as she slowly whispered, "I'm going to die." ~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, 18 chapters, 51k words ~Note/tw: Major Character Death, one of the saddest fic EVER.

5~Graveyard Valentine by Bexchan ~Teenage ~Summary: Hermione thought she was the only person in the world who would spend Valentine’s Day in a Graveyard, but she was wrong. He’s there. Every single year, with his gloves, roses, and answers. ~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, Ao3, 1 Chapter, 9k words ~Note/tw: Sad, sweet oneshot

6~Numbness by Slythadri ~Mature ~Summary: After the war, they feel numb. Maybe the way back to normalcy is through the craziness. ~Site and words: fanfiction.net, 1 chapter, 4k words ~Note/tw: Not very sad, hurt/comfort, hopeful one-shot

Unique Fanfics

•For all the non-cliche fanfiction lovers

1~Of Flavoured Names and Coloured Sounds by Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation) on Ao3 and Lance Corporal Chanyeol on ff.net ~Mature ~Summary: "He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him." ~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, Ao3, 2 Chapters, 10k words ~Note/tw: Draco has synaesthesia, one of the most unique oneshots, slight smut

2~Procuring Hermione Granger by Curly Kay ~Mature ~Summary: When an old acquaintance offers Hermione 20,000 galleons for a single strand of her hair, she goes in search of the mysterious buyer and finds herself unwittingly portkeyed into the middle of his flat. Dramione twoshot. ~Site and words: fanfiction.net, 2 chapters, 12k words ~Note/tw: smut with amazing plot

3~Classroom 204 by mimifreed ~Mature ~Summary: Hermione and Draco find themselves locked together in a dusty old classroom while a strange virus sweeps through the Wizarding community. They must learn to make the most out of their time and surroundings, and maybe address a few elephants in the room while they're at it. (8th year) ~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, 1 chapter, 15k words ~Note/tw: Quarantined during the coronavirus trope, avoidable smut, beautifully written oneshot

4~Between the Devil and Draco Malfoy by Queen of Smoke and Mirrors ~Mature ~Summary: Seventeen is a dangerous age. Hermione Granger, arrogant and precocious and bored of her mundane life, thinks she can handle a deal with the devil. But Draco Malfoy - the devil's own son - plans on dragging her down to Hell with him. ~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet/ 13 Chapters, and 38,410 Words. ~Note/tw: Dramione Devil au, Dark, Drama, anti-order, Dark Hermione, smut, OOC Hermione, complete.

5~The Commoner's Guide to Bedding a Royal by olivieblake ~Mature ~Summary: Objectively speaking, Hermione Granger knows Britain has a monarchy, just as she knows Prince Draco (the grandson of the King of England) is probably off somewhere living his royal life in total unrelation to hers. Seeing as she isn't delusional, she doesn't really expect to be his friend. She doesn't expect anything that comes after, either. ~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet, AO3/ 45 Chapters, and 527,574 Words. ~Note/tw: Dramione modern Royalty au, Multiple Pairings, Humor, Complete.

6~Modern Romances by olivieblake ~Mature ~Summary: Witch Weekly's 'Modern Romance' series asks anonymous witches and wizards to record a week in their sex lives—with comic, tragic, provocative, and patently revealing results. Each week, a new episode unfolds in the lives of the Wizarding World's elite. ~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet, AO3/ 19 Chapters, and 293,493 Words ~Note/tw: Multiple pairings, post-war, EWE, complete, fluff, angst, smut, humor, romance, drama.

So here’s the last of it. We enjoyed doing the fic Recs, maybe we’ll do it again.

Shout out to all the amazing authors who took their precious time in writing these gems, y’all real talented.

P.S. If you all have trouble finding the links DM us either on tumblr or instagram

Aight Imma head out now.

[fyeahdramionefics]

Living Death

Author: Kyonomiko

Rating: T

Genre: twoshot, angst, war

Summary: To Hermione Granger, forgetting who she is might just be worse than death. Looking for forgiveness, even absolution, Draco Malfoy gives her a hidden place in his world.

READ HERE

[dirty-mudblood]

Hey, hope you’re healthy and doing well. Do you have any fics to recommend? Ps love your work! Thank you for taking the time to write such amazing fics:)

I hope you’re doing well and you’re healthy as well! That is so sweet of you ❤️ and I’m so happy you like my work 🥺

And absolutely I do! I’ll try to give you fics I don’t often see recommended so assume you’ve already read the more popular ones ❤️

Finished Fics

The Troublesome Thing About Time - LadyKenz347

When He Was Wicked- LadyStiff

Incomplete- niffizzle

Inked- LittleSixx

The Fever- Flightglow32

Sweetly Broken- LadyKenz347

Mudblood- Comfortablesilences (DUH)

Wait and Hope- mightbewriting

Scripted- ravenslights

Still Life- monsterleadmehome

Couples Weekend- LadyKenz347

Claiming Hermione- ilke

The Mirror Series: Forbidden Desires- RZZMG

Kiss, With Tongue- tamlane

The Virgin Conundrum- AkashaTheKitty

Angels Temptation- Simple Script

Works in progress

A Brave Man- Nuerue

O for Outstanding- KoraKunkel

The Gods Must be Crazy- FluffiestMarshmallow (hasn’t been updated since January though :( )

Unseen- LittleSixx

To Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth- Onyx_and_Elm (one chapter left, threeshot)

The Program- ComfortableSilences

Don’t Threaten Me with a Good Time- monsterleadmehome

Red Ink- T3Tohru (angry sex? Yes please)

Two Steps Forward- deepdive

Breath Mints / Battle Scars- Onxy_and_Elm

Oneshots/Twoshots

Quid Pro Quo- ningloreth

Caught! - slytherincrush

Sweet Confessions - slytherincrush

Thirty Times Lucky- galfoy

Physically Impossible- Twilight-to-midnight

Motivational Speaking- Alisanne

Meeting Mr. Malfoy- gracediamondsfear

Spark Hearts- Abroma

Of flavored names and colored sounds- Pink Panda

Claiming Draco Malfoy- pagan

Procuring Hermione Granger- Curly_Kay

Anyway I had to do this on my break from work so there are SO many fics I’ve definitely forgotten to add, but I hope this keeps you occupied for a while ❤️

[ao3feed-dramione]

Ties That Bind (Conjunctionis Ligavaris)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36542ij

by TattoosAndHighHeeledShoes

"If you thinks that's an orgasm, Granger, you're in for a long night." They knew each other, even respected each other, but a marriage law, some Veritaserum, and Ministry-mandated memory exchanges will change everything. Dramione. TWOSHOT Rated Explicit for chapter 2.

Words: 13011, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Smut, marriage law, Fluff and Smut, Veritaserum, Sex, Explicit Sexual Content

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36542ij

[dramioneasks]

hi! Thank you for your work with keeping the blog alive. Do you have any fic recs of Draco getting injured to save Hermione? Can be during any era. Thanks

Broken - sbz0702 - M, 11 chapters - After saving Hermione Granger’s life in the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy has disappeared. Hermione has vowed to find him, but can she? And if she does…what exactly will she find? EWE. Eventual Dramione.

we build our lives out of chaos and hope by RecoveringTheSatellites - T, 9 Chapters - All Draco wants is to ride out the last months of his sentence in peace. All Hermione needs is a bit of break. Throwing them together in the same location is perhaps not ideal. The healing of old wounds and new ones wrapped into a little bit of danger, a modicum of action, and a smidgen of Wizard politics, served with a sprinkling of PTSD and a remote cottage on the side. Otherwise known as the twoshot that totally got away from me. (Title quote shamelessly stolen from Bones.)

The Fall by Emara88 - M, 21 chapters, Words: 115,562 - Disguised in the body of her best friend Harry Potter and fleeing Privet Drive on the back of a thestral, Hermione never expected that she would cross paths with a certain wizard from their past.

Life Debt - Trinkisme - M, 6 chapters - An act of heroism. A moment of insanity. A life of indebtedness. A short story dealing with disability and hurt. And hope. And love. Dramione.

Courage to Find the Strength by felesseta - T, 28 chapters - Draco spares Hermione against Lucius’ wishes. In retaliation, Lucius decides to make Draco suffer for it. In the end, will love conquer all for Draco and Hermione ? Draco / Hermione Complete!

-Lisa

[ao3feed-harrydraco]

by Janieohio

Draco Malfoy understood how the game was played. When a war ends, the winners are rewarded, and the losers punished. The problem was that he had almost forgotten which category he was in. Twoshot. Can be read alone, or as part of series. Place in Series: July & December, 2008

Words: 3426, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of That's Life Together

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Gawain Robards, Original House-Elf Character(s), Original Characters

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Established Relationship, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, POV Alternating, POV Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, Workplace, Drunk Harry, Arguing

[justathoughtfulangel]

The One Who Was Lost (Draco Malfoy Mini Series, Part One)

Hiya! This is the first part of my Draco Malfoy mini series, The One. If you’d like to see more details about the series as a whole and a summary of this part or the parts to come, you can do so here. If you’d like to read more about my OC, Amara Grimaldi, you can do so here.

Word count: 6,868

People who would like to be tagged: @proxyeccoslytherin​

Please don’t hesitate to message me if you have any questions/comments/concerns or if you’d like to be tagged whenever I post a new part :) 

Whenever you see “~~~”, I’m transitioning to a different scene. If you see “~” instead, we’re in the same scene but different characters are being shown. 

It was midwinter, but Amara wasn’t very cold. She was rather lost in her thoughts to care about the cold anyhow. She didn’t realize how quickly her life had changed. Just a few years ago, the castle was her home away from home, filling her life with light and hope for her future. Now, Hogwarts was dark, lonely, and… no longer welcoming like home. The cool air began to sting Amara’s face, bringing her back to the real world. Her hands came up from the balcony to hug her cloak around her body tightly. As she turned to leave, she saw she wasn’t alone. “Draco?”

Draco couldn’t find it in him to sneer at her, not this time. No matter his cruelty or harshness, Amara seemed to see right through him. They hadn’t exchanged many words in their time at this school, but Amara knew how he was feeling without him saying anything at all. Perhaps it was a gift of hers, or perhaps the past they shared had created an unbreakable bond between them.

“Hello, Amara.” Amara smiled as she stepped away from the balcony of the Astronomy Tower; Draco’s face remained passive, but the kindness radiating from Amara was something he desperately needed. Amara could sense how much Draco had changed. He no longer took the time to tease younger students, make comments about the blood status of others, or even to joke around with his friends. As they grew up, Amara was one of the first to realize that Draco only did these things out of his loneliness, out of his desire to be loved and wanted like Harry was everywhere he went. Other things he said or did was simply because he hadn’t learned any better. He had the views of his father shoved down his throat, and they changed him from the inside out.

Draco was just born on the wrong side of it all. Come to think of it, Amara’s childhood environment couldn’t have differed too greatly from Draco’s. They were both from pureblood, wealthy families whose ancestry could be traced back for eons. They were both the only child their parents had. They knew each other before Hogwarts, having been thrown into the same social settings on countless occasions. They may have been different on the outside, but Amara knew Draco when he was much younger, sweeter, and kinder. She knew that Draco, the real Draco, was hiding. He was too afraid of being himself. Draco feared that he wouldn’t survive in this world, especially without Amara by his side.

Having sensed that they had settled into an uncomfortable silence, Amara stepped aside and began to make her way back to Ravenclaw Tower. “I was just leaving. Goodnight, Draco.” Brushing some snow off of her cloak, she began to step past Draco and down the staircase, but he very gently grabbed her wrist as she did. His face was anyone but Amara wouldn’t have been able to read. Except for his eyes: they always gave him away. Somewhat perplexed and also intrigued, Amara questioned him. “What is it?” 

Draco hastily dropped her wrist. He, too, remembered the days when they spent hours together... when everything was easier. Once upon a time, Draco couldn’t imagine a life where Amara wasn’t his dearest friend. She hadn’t been in years, and Draco knew it was his fault. Yet, she was the only one he could trust entirely, even after all this time. “You should have given up on me a while ago. I’ve been horrible to you. To Potter, Granger, and Weasley. Why haven’t you stopped being so kind to me?”

Amara smiled sadly, reaching for Draco’s hand and giving it a soft squeeze. “Because I know you.” Without saying anything else, she turned away and began descending the winding staircase. She had to turn away before he saw the tears welling in her eyes. She did know him. She saw how he no longer ate well, his suits began to fall loosely around him, and the bags under his eyes were like bruises. Amara wanted to be there for him, but he had made it clear he didn’t want her to be long ago. That didn’t mean she would stop caring about him. Not now, not ever.

Draco watched her walk away, her steps echoing in the silence around him. He cursed his childish decision to push her away and hit the balcony in frustration once Amara was out of earshot. His envy of Harry Potter and the pressures his father put on him had driven him to make the worst decision of his life. Draco’s eyes stared blankly out into the frigid night, ignoring the snowflakes as they settled on his dark suit. Nothing could compare to the cold building inside him, the cold that was threatening to destroy him...

~~~

Amara and Hermione stood in Slughorn’s classroom. It seemed to let in more light than Snape’s did, and Slughorn seemed welcoming, albeit a tad strange. He lifted the lid of one of his pots gingerly, waving his hand toward the class to let the pink fumes waft towards them. 

Draco stood lazily, not quite paying attention. Granger answered the professor’s questions as usual, and Amara added on to those responses. Before he could zone out any further, he straightened up and his eyes moved over to Amara. She was still across the room from him, but he could smell the light, floral scent of her perfume. He could smell a crackling fireplace, not unlike the one they sat by in the Grimaldi Manor. Above all, he smelled hot chocolate with cinnamon, something Amara adored even on blistering summer nights. He remembered opting for ice creams instead, and they ended up making a concoction of the two every time.

“That’s a perfect answer, Miss. Grimaldi and Miss. Granger. I couldn’t have said it better myself. Enlighten us, Amara. What do you smell in this potion?” Amara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, more so to steady herself. She had brewed Amortentia whilst practicing over the summer; she knew exactly what it smelled like to her long before now. 

“I smell a warm, spicy cologne… like ginger and sandalwood. I smell a hearth and its smoke…. I smell vanilla ice cream, caramel, and chocolate…” Letting herself get lost in the scent once more, Amara opened her eyes and shook her head clear soon enough. Draco swallowed hard, his eyes falling to the floor. Amara also avoided his gaze. Did he smell their memories in the potion like she did?

“How unique, Miss. Grimaldi. Today, I’ll have you brewing the Draught of Living Death. It’s desperately tricky and disastrous should you make a mistake. In all my years, I’ve only had one student brew it successfully. Whoever can make the best batch shall win this… Felix Felicis.”

The small golden vial glimmered in Slughorn’s fingers. “One sip, and you shall find that you’ll succeed in any endeavor.” Out of the corner of her eye, Amara saw Draco glance up, his eyes transfixed on the vial. “You have one hour.”

~~~

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Amara were lounging in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. “Amara,” Ron began, “ you spend most of your time here with us. Are you sure you don’t want to ask Dumbledore to transfer you to Gryffindor?” She laughed and shook her head no. “I’m quite content with being in Ravenclaw, Ron. You three just need me around, so I stay here.” Hermione smiled and came up to the couch where Amara was sitting to lean against her; Amara quickly wrapped her arms around Hermione’s shoulders. “That we do, Amara. That we do.”

“Besides… being in Ravenclaw, having Potions be my best subject… Those are things that connect me to my mother. I wouldn’t want to ever let go of them.” At this, Harry glanced up. Amara was the only one who understood the pain of losing a parent; she was the only one Harry could talk to about it. He gave her a soft smile, finally tearing his eyes away from the ratty Potions textbook. 

“Merlin, Harry. How DID you manage to brew a potion better than Amara’s today?” Amara raised her eyebrows at this. “I’ve been curious about that as well. The instructions said to use the juice of twelve Sopophorous beans. How did you know to use thirteen instead?” 

At this, Harry began to fidget in place. Amara lunged forward from the couch and grabbed the old copy of Advanced Potions Making out of his hands, flipping through it and reading all of the edits and notes. “This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince. Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?”

~~~

“Why is it that whenever anything happens, it’s always you four?” Professor McGonagall questioned. Amara almost laughed. “Believe me, Professor. I’ve been asking myself the same question for six years.” Ron was silenced by Professor Snape entering. He levitated the necklace and they all watched it turn in the air. “I think… Miss. Bell is very lucky to be alive.” 

Harry blurted, “It was Malfoy,” without thinking. Snape lowered the necklace back to the case and turned towards him. “That is a very serious accusation. Do you have any proof?” Amara sighed internally and waited for Harry to try to get out of this one. “I just know.” Hermione glanced at Amara from the corner of her eye and both girls were very obviously biting their tongues. “You just… know? How wonderful it must be to be you, Potter… The Chosen One.”

~~~

Amara was glad that Harry had asked her to accompany him to Slughorn’s Christmas celebration. Both of them were dreading asking others until Harry suggested they attend together as friends. They were greatly amused by Hermione’s attempts to dodge Cormac McLaggen and were having a genuinely wonderful time. When Professor Snape relayed Professor Dumbledore’s message of absence to Harry, she lingered close by, conversing with Neville and making sure he wasn’t feeling lonely either. 

Harry and Amara were considering calling it a night and heading back to their dormitories when Filch dragged Draco Malfoy in by the collar. “Found this one lurking nearby. He claims he was invited.” Before Draco could say anything, Amara immediately stepped forward. “There you are, Draco! He’s my date Professor Slughorn, he’s just running VERY late.” Professor Slughorn looks at Harry, shifts to look lingeringly at Draco, and then settles his gaze on Amara. “Very well Amara. Happy Christmas, my boy.” 

Draco manages a smile that much more resembles a grimace, while Harry glares towards Draco and questions Amara with his eyes from across the room. She mouths, “I’ll explain later” to Harry before grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him to the side. Inside of expressing the hint of gratitude he was feeling, he stifled it. It was easier to hide under the false sanctuary harsh words provided. “Why did you do that? I didn’t need your help, Grimaldi.” 

Amara winces internally but only smiles externally, a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “I just wanted you to stay out of detention, Draco. My mistake. Anyhow…” Her voice trails off as Draco’s voice rings in her mind. He had never called Amara by her last name, not even in the six years since their relationship had become strained. “Do whatever you need to do here. I was just about to leave. Goodnight.”

Draco doesn’t stop her this time. He watches her walk over to Potter who leaves the party along with her, not before glancing back to glare in his direction though. Before Draco can beat himself up over how awful he was to the only person he trusted besides his mother, Professor Snape grabs Draco by the arm and pulls him out into the hallway roughly...

~

By the time Amara and Harry reach the corridor where they part ways to go to their separate common rooms, Amara walks with Harry. “I think I’ll wait for Hermione in her room. I want to talk to her about this.” Harry opens his mouth and closes it again. “Spit it out, Harry.”

Harry sighs softly, stopping in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. “Amara… why? You know as well as I do that Draco Malfoy is most likely a Death Eater. Then why would you help him? Why would you help someone who would kill without flinching?” 

This time, Amara winces visibly. “Harry, trust me. Draco is not like that. You may not trust him… but you trust me, don’t you?” Her breath hitches in her throat as it threatens to close up with emotions, making it harder to keep speaking. “Has it ever occurred to you that Draco may not have had a choice in these things? Have you considered that Draco is paying for the sins and mistakes of his father?

“I knew who Draco was before all of this. Before everything went to hell. I know the true Draco is in there somewhere… One day, Harry, you’ll see the same Draco I do.” With that, Amara mutters the Gryffindor common room’s password and enters, wordlessly making her way to the girl’s dormitories. 

Harry stands outside the door for a moment longer, thinking over Amara’s words before somewhat ignoring them. Amara was too kind; she couldn’t recognize the darkness in people because she saw good in even the most despicable human beings. It annoyed him (along with Ron and Hermione) at times. Yet… there had never been one time when Amara had misjudged someone in their lives. Was it possible that she was right again?

~~~

Amara had a splitting headache. Ron and Hermione were no longer talking to each other since Lavender jumped on Ron after the Quidditch match. Harry was trying to prove Draco was a Death Eater. She just wanted to sleep. Amara and Harry hadn’t discussed Draco any further; she no longer had the energy to dissuade him. She didn’t exactly know how she would react if Draco was truly a Death Eater, all she knew is that she would still love him the same.

She had always known she loved him. Even when he began ignoring her letters in first year. Even after they spent months without seeing each other across the crowded corridors of the castle. Amara had loved Draco since they were children; the way Amara loved… it would never go away. Draco probably didn’t remember his childhood promise to marry Amara one day, but she did. It had been reduced to a memory and nothing more, but it was a memory she’d cherish forever. 

Hermione was the one who understood Amara the most, despite Draco’s cruelty to her. She saw reason before being carried away by emotions, and Amara appreciated that greatly. Hermione saw Draco through Amara’s eyes simply because she stopped to listen to the truth about Draco’s past. 

As Amara excused herself, Hermione asked if she wanted her to come with. Amara smiled gratefully and shook her head, giving Hermione a quick hug before heading to the Room of Requirement. She was planning on having it take the form of her bedroom at home, needing its comforts. Hogwarts didn’t feel like home… not like this. 

As she turned the corner, she made out a head of platinum blond hair entering the Room of Requirement. Draco had paused momentarily before he entered, the doors promptly disappearing behind him.

Amara stopped where she stood, weighing the options before her. She knew she needed to help Draco, but she didn’t know how. She didn’t even know if she should. This was a decision she couldn’t make on her own. She was going to write to her most trusted confidant above her friends… her father.

~

Dear Dad,

I hope you’re safe. I know I’m not home to make sure you’re taking care of your health, so please do so on my behalf. Things must be immensely hectic with the Order these days, Daddy; I’m so proud of you. I hope whatever you’re doing isn’t too dangerous.

While I’m always worried for you, I’m also worried for Draco. Since his father was imprisoned… he’s changed. This change is different from the ones I’ve mentioned before. When he stopped being my friend, I knew that was his front: the facade he had up. Now… even that has vanished. I can see that Draco doesn’t sleep or eat properly, and he won’t let me or anyone help him. 

You know I care for him, Daddy. I can’t watch him like this and let him suffer alone. I want to help him, but how? I don’t want to become the catalyst to the storm brewing inside him… I don’t want to bring about his destruction. 

Please tell me what I should do. I love you and trust only your opinion on this. You know me and you know Draco so well… help me, please.

Your loving daughter,

Amara

~

Amara didn’t comprehend just how strongly she was feeling about this until she wrote it out in the letter to her father. The tip of her quill nearly snapped in her grip and the parchment crinkled harshly as she clutched it. As she signed her name and let go of her letter, Amara’s body slumped forward onto the desk. Her father’s response would bring her peace; his wisdom always did. 

~

Ambrosi Grimaldi had just returned home after a few days. He, along with other members of the Order, were bringing families in danger of persecution to safehouses. As Ambrosi sat down with a cup of tea, his daughter’s owl, Artemis, swooped in and dropped a letter onto his lap. 

He soothingly stroked Artemis with one hand as he held Amara’s letter with the other. As he read it, a smile formed on his face. The similarities between Amara and Lucianna were astounding. She was just like her. Ambrosi could tell how Amara was feeling and by the telltale crinkles in the parchment. Quickly getting some leftover bread for Artemis to munch on, Ambrosi wrote back to her, encouraging her as much as he could.

~

A few days passed before Amara received his response. As soon as Artemis dropped the letter near her plate at breakfast, she opened it eagerly, reading its contents within seconds.

~

My dear daughter,

I’m taking care of myself, darling girl. I promise. One day, you won’t have to worry about my safety. We’ll be safe, and this will all be over. Unfortunately, just this once, I cannot tell you what my current mission is (in case this letter falls into the wrong hands). Trust me when I say that I am safe. No harm will befall me. I’m working with Moony and we’re looking out for each other.

I often think of Draco too, Amara. His life must have turned to utter chaos after Voldemort’s return. Now, with Lucius in Azkaban… he’s become the man of the house at 16. I would not be surprised if he has been forced to become a Death Eater. However, I believe you can save him. Dumbledore can keep him safe. Convince him to go to Dumbledore for help. I don’t think he’ll listen to anyone but you.

Angel, you could never bring about someone’s destruction. If anything, you may be what he needs. As you’ve told me before, you know him better than anyone. Trust yourself and believe in your goodness as I do. He may push you away at first, but he needs you. You are the light he needs in these dark times. You will be his light just like you are mine.

Above all, take pride in the love you give. Before you were born, I was a simple man who loved his wife. After you were born and we lost your mother, I was a hero in your eyes but felt like a failure myself. No one taught you how to love, yet you did so wholly… so purely. This ability of yours is one you inherited from your mother. Your love saved me in the darkest time of my life, as hers did once. Your love can save all. Remember that.

Always here for you,

Dad

~

Her father knew exactly what to say, exactly what she needed to hear. Running her fingers over the words “Always here for you” once, Amara folded up the letter and headed to the Room of Requirement. If Draco wanted to put walls up, she would bring them down.

~~~

Draco held the bird in his hand gently, running the tip of his finger across its feathers. He had managed to get an apple to return whole, but he didn’t know if a living thing would fare just as well. He set the bird into the cabinet, closing the door and ignoring its chirps as they became more frantic. “Harmonia Nectere Passus.” He barely whispered the incantation but opened the door to find it was gone.

Amara was in front of Room of Requirement, pacing past the entrance a few times. “I want to enter the room that Draco Malfoy is in.” She whispered these words both out loud and in her mind, pausing when the doors revealed themselves. She took a deep breath before she walked in, searching for Draco and not paying attention to the doors disappearing behind her. 

When Draco called the bird back, he heard no chirping. His hands shook as he reached for the door. When he opened it, he inhaled sharply. The bird lay on the dark wood lifelessly, its neck snapped and resting at an unnatural angle. He picked it up, seeing it laying on the palm of his hand. One of Draco’s tears slid down his cheek and fell onto the bird’s tiny body. 

He broke. It was too much. Draco had killed this precious thing. How many more would he have to destroy? How long before this absolute cold consumed him? He was lost. He didn’t know who he was anymore.

Amara heard soft sobs coming from her left and rushed over to them, pausing when she saw Draco and the dead bird in his palm. Amara caught Draco before he fell to his knees. The cabinet loomed above them threateningly. Draco set the bird down before throwing his arms around Amara and clinging to her for dear life. Her heart thudded painfully as his anguish echoed against every object around them. “Amara... I can’t… I don’t… I’m so sorry…” 

She held Draco close and let him cry into her neck. Her hand came up to smooth his hair comfortingly. “Shhh, I know. It’ll be okay Draco. I promise.” As she said these words, Amara knew maintaining such a promise would bring her to hell and back; it may be the one promise she made that she wouldn’t be able to uphold. She would try her hardest though. For him, always.

~~~

“Stop it, Ron, you’re making it snow!” Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Amara sat at the Ravenclaw table. Ron repeatedly looked up to glance at Lavender, who seemed to be digging a fork into the table. “How did I break up with her?” Harry, Amara, and Hermione shared a look. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to be rid of her. It’s just… she seems a bit put out.” Hermione cleared her throat. “When you were in the hospital wing, you… talked. I don’t believe it was a particularly long conversation.” 

Ron pondered over it and laughed awkwardly. “I do remember something. But it can’t be… I must’ve been completely boggled.” Hermione barely veiled the disappointment in her voice. “Right…. Boggled.” As Amara reached into her bookbag, her eyes fell to the doors of the Great Hall. “Harry… it’s Katie Bell.” Harry immediately shot up and went to go talk to her. Amara began gathering her things and was about to leave when she saw Draco enter. His face went white as he saw Katie speaking with Harry. 

The air seemed to have thinned around him. Draco immediately turned around and all but ran out of the Great Hall, his hand anxiously tugging at his tie. 

He tried to breathe evenly but he couldn’t. Bursting into the deserted bathroom, he stared into the mirror in front of him. Draco couldn’t recognize his reflection. The tears wracked through his body. He clung to the cool porcelain sinks, letting them support weight entirely.

Harry had followed Draco, but he didn’t realize Amara had followed him from a distance. The sound of Malfoy’s pained whimpers momentarily rooted Harry to the ground. “You hexed her, didn’t you? Katie.” Something in Draco snapped. All of the guilt, anger, dread, and frustration he was feeling bubbled up and boiled over. Without thinking about it, Draco whipped around and cast “Stupefy!” in Harry’s direction, which Harry blocked and countered seamlessly. 

 Amara stayed outside of the bathroom, but she could hear the fighting. She didn’t want to go in. If she did she’d be forced to side with one of them. She couldn’t betray Harry’s trust in their friendship; she couldn’t betray the love she felt for Draco. Yet, she didn’t have to make a decision. It was made for her. When Harry shouted, “SECTUMSEMPRA!” she burst into the bathroom to see deep gashes forming on Draco’s body, the clear water being overtaken by maroon. 

 Rushing to his side, Amara had her wand in her hand, though it was of no use to her. She didn’t know how to save him. “Amara…” Draco looked up into her frantic but loving eyes. “I-I lo-” Before he could tell her, Professor Snape entered to see what had happened just as Draco’s airway closed up with a rush of blood; his eyes drifted close from the blood loss. Amara stood up wordlessly. She didn’t trust her voice right now. Professor Snape ordered them to leave as he muttered a song-like incantation that drew the blood back into Draco’s body, the wounds closing up one by one. 

Harry felt guilty above all. He knew the spell was labeled for use on enemies, but he had no idea just how powerful it was. It was Harry’s first time using such dark magic. Amara’s reaction made things so much worse. They exited the bathroom silently, neither knowing what to say. “Amara, I-” 

Amara closed her eyes in pain. The image of Draco lying in a pool of his blood was not leaving her mind. “Get rid of it, Harry. The book. Today.” She walked towards the Hospital Wing, wanting to be there when Draco was brought up. “I’ll be in the Hospital Wing.” Harry watched Amara walk away, not knowing of anything he could say to make it better. “I’m sorry.”

Amara froze in her steps. An apology seemed so unbelievably inconsequential. Draco almost lost his life. Yet, Amara knew Harry as well as she knew herself; Harry would not have used such a spell if he knew what it truly did. She turned around to smile as reassuringly as she could. “I know you are, Harry. I’m not angry with you. I just… someone should be by his side right now.” 

Harry didn’t know what to think. Just a few weeks ago, Harry had considered Amara’s kindness to be her naivety. Today, he realized it wasn’t that. Not at all. Harry admired Amara’s ability to be able to calm others around her even when she may have been breaking on the inside. Whenever he lashed out, Amara was the one who wouldn’t leave him alone, no matter how much he wanted to be rid of her at that moment. It took immense strength to love someone when they did not return that love. Harry knew Draco and Amara had been friends in their childhood; he knew Amara couldn’t walk away from him. 

“Oh, and Harry.” Amara came back towards him, making sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation. “To get the memory from Slughorn, it sounds like you need some luck. Exactly like the luck Ron thought he had his first match as Keeper.” With that, Amara turned to head up to the Hospital Wing, waiting by Draco’s bedside until he woke. 

~~~

Draco didn’t wake until the next day, and Amara had sat by his bedside. She hadn’t been able to sleep all night, but she had dozed off by the time Draco woke up. It must have been around one in the afternoon when Draco’s open eyes fell to Amara sleeping in a chair beside his bed, her knees hugged to her chest and her disheveled hair framing her beautiful face. He didn’t want to wake her, but when Draco sat up and groaned softly to reach for some water, Amara’s eyes fluttered open.

She was fully awake within seconds and very gently brought Draco back to the bed, pouring him a glass of water and handing it to him silently. Draco took a deep drink, his eyes not leaving her. Amara sat back down, neither of them saying anything, just looking at each other. So much was being said in the silence. They didn’t need words to speak volumes.

“How are you feeling, Draco?” It was the first question that came to Amara’s mind, but it was possibly the most complicated for Draco to answer. Physically, he was a little achy but alright otherwise. Mentally, his mind was racing with thoughts of Amara and the thoughts he didn’t want to pay any attention to: the thoughts reminding him of the task he had to complete tonight. Emotionally, the numbness he had been feeling had been assuaged momentarily, but he knew it was waiting to take over him the second Amara walked away. 

Draco didn’t know how to answer, so he asked her a question instead. “How long have you been here?” Amara took his glass from him and set it on the table, sitting on the bed next to him. “Since yesterday. You’ve been sleeping for around 20 hours.” While Amara had noticed Draco’s health deteriorating weeks ago, Draco saw Amara clearly for the first time tonight. She, too, had bags under her eyes that mirrored Draco’s. She had also lost some weight, not being able to eat well while being anxious about Draco. 

“And did you sleep?” Amara shook her head, extremely grateful to the curtains surrounding Draco’s bed, courtesy of Professor Snape. “Just a bit. I wanted to stay up in case you woke up.” Draco clenched his fist by his side, wanting to embrace her but holding himself back. “Why?”

“Because I love you.” It was the first time Amara had said the words aloud in a long time. It was the first time Draco heard those words from anyone besides his mother. He hardened, his face turning to stone. “Don’t.” He couldn’t feel. It would ruin him. He would fail, and he couldn’t fail. Too much was at stake. 

When Draco felt the blood draining from his body, he would have welcomed death. He saw Amara and wanted to tell her he loved her before he was gone forever, but he was saved. If her face was the last he saw, he would have left this world happily. 

Amara was more hurt than she would admit by this reaction, but she didn’t let it show. “Draco, you get to decide whether you love me or not, not if I love you.” She stood up, running a hand through her long locks. “I’ve loved you since we were kids, Draco. It may mean nothing to you, but you should know.” Draco didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t exactly surprised by this; he knew she loved with unwavering resilience. How she did it was a mystery, but it was her greatest strength. 

Draco was lost, and he didn’t want her to get lost with him. She just couldn’t love a monster like him. His greatest strength was pushing people away, and that’s what he tried to do. He placed a fake sneer on his face and spit venomous lies out through his teeth. “That’s pathetic, Amara. I haven’t wanted you in my life for years. Get out, and leave me be. I don’t love you, not even a bit.” Amara smiled sadly, infuriating Draco.

“You���re lying, Draco Malfoy. To me and to yourself.” His eyes had grown dull and almost lifeless, but when he looked at Amara, she saw a spark in them. It was the smallest of flames, desperate to shine… desperate to be saved. Draco scoffed, but his act was slipping through his fingers. He resorted to telling Amara one thing he wished she never found out. Draco’s pale fingers curled around his dark sleeve and tugged it up harshly, revealing the Dark Mark imprinted into his skin. 

“Do you still love me, Amara?” Bringing his voice to a whisper and casting Muffliato quickly, he covered the Mark and growled angrily. He wasn’t angry at her; he was angry with himself. “I cursed Katie Bell. I was the one who poisoned the bottle of mead which put Weasley in the Hospital Wing. I’ve been mending the cabinet to… do something much worse.” Here, his voice faltered. Even when he was trying to push Amara away, he couldn’t tell her he had to murder a man she looked up to. He couldn’t tell her that he would be bringing Death Eaters into the castle, not the castle that was like home to her.

“So, I ask again. Do you still love me?” Amara took a long, deep breath. “Yes.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I love you because you have no choice in these matters, Draco. Something is forcing you to do this, likely the love you have for your mother. I love you because even though you bear Voldemort’s mark, it is not one you would have willingly taken.” She stood up to leave. “I will always love you, Draco. Because I know you. You deserve to be loved.”

With that, Amara headed out of the Hospital Wing, tears streaming down her face unabashedly. She broke out into a run, barely avoiding people in the halls. Her feet thudded to a halt in front of the Gryffindor common room and she entered quickly. “Where’s Harry?” Ron and Hermione shot up from the couch. “Amara?” “What’s wrong?” “Are you hurt?” “Why are you crying?” They both asked her question after question; Amara wasn’t sure who asked what. 

“Harry’s gone to search for a Horcrux with Professor Dumbledore.” Hermione whispered to her, bringing Amara to the couch. Amara dried her tears. “Something will be happening. I don’t know what… but something terrible will happen. And it’ll be soon.”

Ron and Hermione looked at each other wordlessly while Amara hugged her knees to her chest once more, resting her forehead on them. She felt like a failure. She hadn’t been able to convince Draco to go to Dumbledore for help. She never had the chance to. Even if she had… Draco wouldn’t have listened to her. His self-loathing had grown so unbelievably much. It killed her from the inside out. How could he hate himself so?

“What do we need to do, Amara?” Ron shifted his weight awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. “I don’t know, Ron. I don’t know.”

Meanwhile, Draco stared up at the ceiling of the Hospital Wing. Amara’s last words to him ran through his mind like a song on repeat. She loved him when she shouldn’t have. It would have been easier if she hated him, if she yelled at him. Her acceptance was threatening to save him. But he wasn’t worth saving. He wasn’t deserving of her love, no matter what she thought.

~~~

“Harry, no matter what happens or what you see tonight, promise me that you will stay below. Promise me that you’ll stay hidden.” Professor Dumbledore’s voice was calm as always, but this time there was a slight edge to it. What it was, Harry didn’t understand. 

Harry was about to hesitate but he heard the sound of a door shutting closed. “Trust me.” Harry nodded and hid below just as Professor Dumbledore asked. He watched Malfoy walk in. Within moments, Harry’s suspicions were confirmed; Malfoy had disarmed Professor Dumbledore. He admitted to everything. 

“Draco… Years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you.” Malfoy was crying, his hand visibly shaking. “I don’t want your help! Don’t you understand? I have to do this. I have to kill you. Or he’s going to kill my mother. He’s going to kill…” Draco couldn’t finish his sentence. Dumbledore was the second person wanting to save him, and it was too much for him. Tears streamed down his face relentlessly, his voice nearly garbled by the emotions.

“Amara.” Draco’s wand almost slipped from his hand at the mention of her name. He made no move to confirm it, but both Dumbledore and Harry understood. “She would want you to hide, Draco. She would want you to save yourself.” Draco began to lower his wand. “I know that! But I can’t. Saving myself would only bring destruction to her. To my mother.” Before Draco could say anything else, other Death Eaters burst into the Astronomy Tower, forcing Draco to straighten his wand again.

Harry was tempted to go up and to protect Dumbledore, but he had promised. He couldn’t break that promise. From behind him, Snape showed up and pressed a finger to his lips, gesturing for him to be silent....

~

Amara was worried. She began to make her way to Dumbledore’s office but heard a commotion from within the Great Hall. She froze in her steps when she heard Bellatrix’s cackle. “You coward!”

Harry’s voice broke through even the shattering glass as he ran after Snape. Amara followed it to see Harry casting curses at him, which Snape only deflected. “He trusted you! He trusted you, and you killed him!” The true meaning of Harry’s words didn’t register in Amara’s mind until she saw the tear stains on Draco’s face from a distance, illuminated by the fire on Hagrid’s hut.

Dumbledore was dead. Amara joined Harry in throwing random spells at Snape, faltering slightly. Even in the darkness, the pain in Draco’s eyes shone brightly. Snape ordered him to run, but Draco looked at Amara for just a bit longer before listening to him, wanting to show her he wasn’t the one who killed Dumbledore. He couldn’t do it. Amara nodded very slightly, before wrapping her arms around Harry, trying to pull him back. When she looked up again, Draco was gone.

“Sectumsempra!” Snape deflected one last spell before he finally snapped. “You dare use my OWN spell against me?” Amara stepped in front of Harry, making sure Snape couldn’t hurt him. He ignored her, glaring directly at him. “I am the Half-Blood Prince.” 

~~~

The Dark Mark loomed above them all while Harry fell to his knees in front of Dumbledore’s body. Ginny went to hold him while he sobbed. Amara took a silent moment to look around. Hogwarts had stopped feeling like a home to her a few years ago, but it had never felt unsafe. Hellfire was coming, and it was going to consume all. 

Amara stood near her father, who had arrived with some other members from the Order. He had his arm around her and had silent tears streaming down his face. Ambrosi Grimaldi was not one who shed tears often; in fact, Amara couldn’t remember the last time she saw her father cry. Yet, as Ambrosi’s deep blue eyes swam in oceans of grief, Amara’s throat welled up with emotions and they too spilled from her eyes. 

Professor McGonagall’s wand was the first to rise. She sent a light towards the Dark Mark, and many others followed suit. Soon enough, every student, Professor, and Order member had their want raised, aiming to destroy the darkness encroaching over them.

They raised their wands in unity, in memory of their beloved teacher, friend, mentor, and so much more….

~~~

“Do you think he would have done it? Draco?” Amara swallowed hard, resting her head against Ron’s shoulder, who wrapped an arm around her comfortingly. Harry glanced back at Amara, remembering Malfoy’s hesitation and why he was standing in front of Dumbledore that night. “No. No, he was lowering his wand.”

Amara felt a flicker of relief. She got up with Ron and the two of them joined Harry and Hermione at the balcony. “Next year, I won’t be back. I’ve got to finish what Dumbledore started. This Horcrux is a fake… but I won’t let it be for nothing. It’ll be tough, but I’ll let you guys know where I am when I can.”

Hermione nudged Harry and spoke up. “Harry, you really can be quite thick sometimes. We’ll be coming with you. All of us.” Harry’s eyes glanced at Ron who nodded solemnly and then shifted to Amara, who managed a small encouraging smile. 

“Of course, Harry. From Quirrel to the basilisk, from the second task last year to forming Dumbledore’s Army, we’ve done everything together. And that’s how we’ll end this. Together.”

The four stood side by side, staring out onto the Black Lake. Above them, Fawkes sang mournfully, soaring the skies in its grief…

With that, 6th year has come to a close for Amara, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco. 

If you made it all the way here (that was a lot to read, I know!), I’d love your feedback/comments/reactions/constructive criticisms :)

Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel <3

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Escape // DraRry/HarCo

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by tesacolagillettee

Hay que mantener un nivel de estudio un tanto alto, no se exige en Hogwarts notas perfectas, pero si más alta de la mínima, pero eso a ambos le importa un comino, lo que le interesa es salir, pasear, describir, en fin, muchas cosas, pero lo que no sabían es que ambos rebeldes se iban a topar en una noche sin querer y ahí todo cambiaría

 - Creo que debí de detenerlo pero cuando abrí los ojos era tarde, y... ya te deseaba de manera carnal, no sé porque me deje llevar de las cosas pero...

  ❌ Es gay (relación entre hombre x hombre) si no te gusta no lo leas por favor

❌ Va a ver unas cuantas cosas bizarras, no esperen nada bueno aquí así que si tienen preguntas tipo ¿cómo hizo eso? Recuerden que es una novela y la escritora es un pendeja

❌ No va a ver finales cerrados (aquí no hacemos eso.jpg )

❌ Prohibido la adaptación, traducción o algún resumen sin mi consentimiento

  ✔❌ Serán versátiles, así que... no sé que tan malo será para algunos

✔❌ cada capítulo será un tanto largo (menos de 7,000 palabras) no sé si será bueno o malo para algunos

    ✔ Sexo

✔ Harry x Draco

✔ TwoShot

✔ Disfrútalo

Words: 7970, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter RPF

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Harry Potter Characters, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Neville Longbottom

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Bottom Harry Potter, Top Harry, Top Harry Potter, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Draco Malfoy, Gay Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Verbal Sex, versatile, Poison, Sex Positive, Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Gay Sex, Rough Oral Sex

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