#dramione oneshots

[theodorenottwhore]

- patience is a virtue

[Draco Malfoy + you + Theodore Nott]

[minors do not interact! this is for those above the age of 18+]

“sometimes…I think about you both sharing me”

Theo closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he tried to not act flustered, which didn’t work very well. When he opened his eyes again, they quickly roamed over you again, up and down, taking in as much as he could

“And do you have a particular favourite scenario you imagine princesa?”

“maybe”

He raised his eyebrows slightly and smirked as he stepped a bit closer. “Go on. Tell me. I wanna know all your little… “thoughts”

You lean against the wall of the corridor

“I don’t think it’s very school appropriate Nott”

He smirked again but a chuckled followed it this time and he leaned in closer “So? Since when do I care about what school approves of?”

“You really want to know what I think about? when I’m alone…in bed..?” You whisper

He looked around to make sure no one else was around. “Yeah, I’m pretty curious to know” He said as he leaned in even closer now

“Mm well..usually it starts off like this…you both cornering me against a wall..”

He swallowed as he leaned closer and whispered right in your ear “Oh yeah? And then what do we do after that?

“you both lead me back into an empty classroom.. forcing me back against the door”

He started to get a bit flustered at the image he was starting to imagine. He put one of his hands on the door and leaned in closer

“Go on, tell me more” His voice was low and had a rasp to it that hadn't been there before

“You’re both talking but I’m never fully listening..I’m too busy looking at both of you”

He chuckled lowly and put his other hand just above your head. He leaned into you as he spoke into your ear again

“Looking at us both, huh? Is there anything else going on in your mind while your just.. staring at us?”

“I guess we’ll never know”

Theo continued down the end of the hall and into the common room where Draco was sitting in a chair, reading. Once Theodore reached him, he lowered his voice and leaned over his chair

“Malfoy, you need to come with for a sec”

Draco lowers his book, eyebrow raised.

He leaned down a bit closer

“Just… come with me. You gotta see this” Theo urged.

Malfoy sighs, “where are we going?”

He motions towards the door

“Come on, just follow me for a minute”.

The sound of classroom door opening startles you and makes you turn

“Theo is that you?”

Theo stands in the doorway, his frame blocking the other figure behind

“hi princesa” he smirks, entering the room.. with Malfoy trailing behind him

“What’s going on?” You ask.

Both of the boys look at you, Theodore gives you a small smirk while Draco looks at you with a mix of confusion and interest

“h-hi Draco” you say looking down nervously

Draco gives you a small smirk and looks you up and down as he walks closer to you. He’s now directly in front of you. “Well hello”.

You turn to look at Theo who has just closed the door shut firmly

Draco raises an eyebrow and lifts your chin so you’re looking at him “You don’t have to be nervous around us, darling.”

“Theo told you” I say, not really asking.

He chuckles and looks over at Theodore who nods

“Yeah, he did. Quite an interesting conversation if you ask me”

“What did you think?”

“What do I think?” He paused as his gaze started to get a bit darker and he leaned in closer to you. “Oh I loved hearing all the little things you think about when your alone at night darling.”

“You did?”

He hummed in agreement and now he was standing directly in front of you. A smirk was still on his face as he whispered in your ear

“Of course I did. I found it quite interesting to hear about all the things you fantasize about”

“Theo said you liked me Malfoy..i-is that true?”

He chuckles, still standing right in front of you, practically boxing you in

“I do like you. I’ve always thought you were very attractive” He put his hand just beside your head and leaned right in to whisper in your ear again.

“And then I found out about all those things you want to do with me and Theo… and I liked you even more”

This makes me visibly shiver, and you press my chest against his while making eye-contact with his friend just standing a few feet away.

Both boy’s eyes widen as your body presses up against Draco. He can’t help but look down at your chest that is now squished up against him. Theodore leans in a bit closer, as you make eye content with him.

“Careful darling” Draco warns.

“why” you whisper.

Theo let’s out a small chuckle, while Draco’s breath catches in his throat. He looks down at you, eyes roaming all over before he says “because if I touch you. I won’t be able to stop”

Your breath hitches and your heart is racing. You’re unable to form words.

Draco’s eyes darken as his breathing gets heavier, but his manages to keep his composure

“How do you want us to touch you Darling?”

“I want you to touch me like you do in my dreams”

Draco’s breath hitches again and his voices becomes huskier. “And how do we touch you in your dreams?”

“Like you’re afraid you’ll never be able to stop”

Draco takes another step forward, our bodies pressed together in a way that seems impossible. You’re completely pinned against the wall now, while he still speaks in his low voice

“Is that what you want? To be touched like we might never get to do it again?”

“Yes.”

Draco’s breath quickens again and his eyes dark even more as he moves his face so it’s hovering just above your neck. Theo leans in to whisper in my our ear again “so you want us to touch you here Princesa? Right now? Where anyone could walk in?”

You whimper “Please Theo..Draco.”

He lets out a small chuckle but it’s very low and and huskier than his normal one. “So eager..”

He looks at Draco from behind me. “What do you think Draco? Should we give her what she wants?”

“Please” I beg.

Draco hums in agreement as his breath tickles your neck. He’s still holding you, pinned between him and the wall and his breath on your neck is sending chills down your spine.

“Since you asked so nicely darling.”

I let out a soft moan at his words.

Both boys are staring at you now, their eyes darkened from lust and desire.

“Oh? you like us calling you darling hm?”

“you know I do”

“You’ll be glad to know we’ve both thought about you plenty of times” Theo added

“what do you think about?”

“We think about a lot of things Darling, like how you’d look laying down, completely bare and at our mercy.”

Both Draco’s and Theo’s eyes widen slightly when you put your hand on them. They’re both breathing heavier and you can tell they’re barely holding themselves back from taking you right here, right now. Theo leans in close, his face right next to yours as he speaks again

“Oh Princesa, you look so pretty, desperate like this”

“Please”

He smirks, as does Draco. They’re both fully pressed up against you now, making it so you have nowhere to go. Their entire bodies are pressed against you while the boys are still trying to hold themselves back from completely loosing control. “Please what?”

“Please touch me..both of you”

Both boys let out very low hums at your request. They both keep staring at you for a moment, as if they’re silently asking each other “is this really okay?” After a few seconds, Draco finally speaks “you just can’t wait for us to touch you, can you doll? You want it now don’t you?”

“Please” I whisper again, arching my back.

Both boy’s eyes darken at the arch of your back and then can both tell how desperate you are for them, which makes them want you even more. It’s getting hard for them not to just pounce on you right now. Theo smiles at you as he speaks again “so impatient aren’t we?”

“I need you both.”

Both boys hum in agreement again and Theo speaks again, still holding that same smile on his face, as he watches you.

“We can’t help but give into your begging baby, you’ve been such a good girl. You deserve this”

Beyond desperate at this point, you run your hands up and down Theo’s chest, while Draco lets out a low groan as you rub yourself against his hard-on. You can tell they’re both holding themselves back.

Draco’s breath on your neck gets even heavier as he speaks “is this what you want darling? To be completely squished between us?”

“It’s all I want”

“Alright darling, you’ll get what you want. But we’d like to hear you say it. Say you want us”

“I want you Draco, Theo. Please. I want you both”

The boys are getting even more desperate for you as you admit that you want them. Theo let’s out a smirk and says “we like the sound of that, say it again.”

“Please..” you moan, a tear falling down your cheek as you reach one hand behind you to grasp the back of Draco’s neck, while the other goes to grab Theo’s hand, putting it on your chest.

Theo growls loudly and you can feel Draco growing even harder behind you.

“God you’re fucking desperate”

“I’ll do anything”

“Anything?” Draco whispers, blowing air on your neck

“Anything” I confirm

Draco let’s put a low hiss and presses himself even harder against you as you roll your hips against him. Theo also let’s put a groan as you move your hand towards his belt. They’re struggling. You can tell.

“You’re so pretty like this, so desperate. You’d really do anything wouldn’t you?”

“yes. Anything. Just please fucking touch me”

Before you can even finish speaking, they both start touching you. Their hands start to roam your body, desperately trying to touch every inch of you. They start trailing down your skin, to your chest, your hips, everywhere. Holding back is nearly impossible for them.

“Fuckk” you moan, resting your head against Draco’s chest while brushing your hand against Theo’s bulge.

Draco groans loudly and grabs your hips, pushing his cock against your backside. They continue to touch you all over. As you brush against Theo’s length he hisses and grabs your hand. “Don’t do that unless you’re ready for what comes next” he says in a even huskier voice again.

Fuck it.

Still rocking my hips against Draco, you reach forward and force your lips onto Theo’s.

Theo is caught off guard but quickly regains his composure and begins to kiss you back, desperate for your touch. The kiss is deep and passionate as both boys confine to touch you all over. Draco moans again in your ear, nuzzling his face into your neck.“you’re driving us fucking crazy” He starts trailing kisses up and down your skin, trying to find all your sensitive spots.

Theo continues to kiss you, his tongue still exploring your mouth. Both boys are groaning and moaning as they try and satisfy their desperate need for you.

Slowly pulling away from Theo, lips swollen, you then turn your head back to meet Draco who hums loudly when your lips connect with his. He kisses you hungrily, needing to feel your lips on his as he moves his hands move to your hips again. He deepens the kiss, his tongue quickly working it’s way into your mouth as he moans.

They continue to switch places and Theo starts kissing and biting the skin of your neck while Draco occupies your mouth. They’re both groaning as they try to give you what you’ve been begging for.

Both boys moan loudly as you start grinding against them both again. They’re needing to touch you even more and so Draco pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and starts sucking on it, while Theo’s hands bare caressing your chest, his own breath becoming deeper with need as he speaks into your ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”

“I need more” you pant between kisses.

Both of them hum in agreement, clearly wanting you just as much as you want them. Draco kisses you harder while Theo bites into your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. “Yeah? you want more?”

“Please”

They love how polite and submissive you sound for them.

“Good girl” Draco growls

Draco holds your hips tightly in place as Theo’s hands stop roaming your body when he looks down to see you unbuckling his belt.

“You want our clothes off mi amor?”

“I want all of it off.”

“mhm, we’ll give you what you want”

It’s not enough. Theo smirks when you turn around smack your lips on his. He puts his hand on the back of your head and desperately kisses you again, trying to still maintain some small shred of control, but you’re making it difficult. They both start to loose control of themselves even more. But as soon as you bite down on his lip and draw blood, Theo looses it and let’s out a very low and loud moan.

Draco grins as he watches you and Theo and he suddenly grips your ass and smacks you with force.

“You’re being such a bad slut for us. We’re gonna have to punish you”

“Then punish me daddy”

They’re both completely gone now, lost in lust.

“We might just have to bend you over and make you take what’s coming to you”

You grab his bulge. He whimpers. “You really want me to bend you over and force my cock inside you? Make you take it?”

“Make me take it Draco”

That’s the last straw, a fire comes in their eyes.

“This is your last chance to back out.” Theo whispers

“Do your worst”

They look at each other for a second and nod, agreeing to what they’re about to do. You got what you wanted and now they were going to give it to you.

“Take your fucking shirt off”

Draco and Theo watch intently as you start to unbutton your shirt, both of them are completely focused on you as they wait for you to show them what lies underneath. They’re both breathing heavily as they admire your body, wanting and needing you so badly.

They stare as your shirt falls to the ground and they see your dark green bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. Their need for you is nearly consuming them.

They’re both still staring at your body, deep lustful moans falling from their lips when you tell them that you wore their house colour for them.

The boys shake their heads as you plead for them to stop holding back. Any self control they had is now long gone and they won’t let anything, or anyone, stop them from having you.

As you stumble back and brace yourself against professor Snape’s desk, Draco speaks again. “You belong to us. Do you understand?”

“Prove it”

Draco stands behind the desk, his eyes glued to your bra and the flesh threatening to spill out, while Theo remains in front, staring at you sinisterly.

Draco eyes harden even more as he glances over at Theo who then looks back at him. They know what you want. They communicate silently and then nod as they begins to aggressively undress you.

Theo smiles as he feels the cold air hit your skin when he undoes your bra. He runs his hands gently over your tits, caressing your skin, enjoying the feeling of your body now that he finally has you.

Draco’s eyes don’t leave your chest, in fact he reaches forward, rubbing your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“Theo..” you whimper

“What is it hm?”

“Take off my panties”

Theo hums to himself, a small smirk spreading across his face.

“Of course Doll” he slowly moves his hands up your thighs, and hooks his fingers into your underwear, starting to work them down your legs.

Draco stares as he watches your last item of clothing hit the floor. They’re both practically foaming at the mouth now that they can see how good you look.

Theo moves around to behind you, taking you by the hips as he growls “You’re so fucking mine”

Draco keeps you in place, making sure you don’t get a chance to turn around, while Theo’s hands stay on your hips, Draco stays in front but his hands leave your body.

“W-What are you doing?” You whimper

Draco takes of his shirt and smiles at Theo as he responds to your question.

“Watch and find out”

Theo turns your head towards him roughly and starts to kiss you, keeping you distracted. While your head is turned, Draco runs his hands up and down your thighs.

“Theo..you should take off your shirt too..”

“Patience is a virtue Princesa”

Draco grins as he rubs a finger against your soaking wet clit, you gasp into Theo’s mouth.

“Do I touch you like this in your dreams?”

“Fuck yes..Draco..”

Draco tuts when you curse, pulling his finger away that’s covered in your arousal.

“Mm look how fucking wet you are for me.. for us”

“I need you both inside me.”

The boys both continue to grin and laugh as you beg for them. They love seeing how desperate you become.

Draco’s fingers rub against your pussy, making you cry out. Theo is still kissing you, keeping your lips occupied. The need and lust is so strong as they continue to play with your body.

“Put your fingers inside me Malfoy” I growl.

Draco smirks at your command, his hard cock pressed right up against your heat.

“You want his fingers deep inside this tight little cunt Bella?” Theo asks, his tongue moving across your neck.

“Please Draco”

Theo moans when you pull his trousers down and Draco mockingly sighs when you wrap your legs around him. He glances behind you to look at Theo’s boxers and then back up at you as he says “he’s big isn’t he? Do you think you can take him?”

Theo grins at Draco’s words as he watches you slowly pull down his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock to you.

“Theo..you’re so thick”

“Yeah? that’s what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard Bella”

Draco rocks his hips against your pussy, his cock straining against his trousers, but he pulls back a little, just to watch as you wrap your hand around his best friend’s cock.

“Look at what you do to us darling, you drive us to insanity, look at how hard you’ve made us”

You moan at his words. Then instead of kissing you, he quickly turns towards Theo and pulls him in for a kiss.

Watching Theo’s tongue meet Draco’s is the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, and you can’t help but let out the most desperate of moans, and hearing you moan makes the boys even more eager.

Theo groans as you stroke him harder and faster, needing you all the more. Watching you is almost too much for them.

The boys pull always reluctantly, needing to kiss you again.

Draco grunts and pulls his boxers down in one swift motion, freeing himself. Then he roughly yanks you off the desk, forcing you onto your knees on the floor in front of them both.

They both watch as you hit the floor, the sound of your body meeting the floor echoing around the classroom. There is a burning need in their eyes.

Both of them look down at you as you’re naked on the floor, the sight of you body is too much and they’re trying to make this last.

They stand and watch as you slowly begin to stroke them both. Draco closes his eyes hissing and throws his head back. The feeling of your hand on them is nothing like they’ve ever experienced before. They moan loudly.

Draco groans as Theo turns to him and grabs his neck. He kisses Theo back, letting himself get lost in the moment, lost in the feeling of Theo’s lips and your hand wrapped around his cock.

They both pull away when they hear you moan again, just for a second, to look at you. But, seeing you on the floor in front of them, rubbing your pussy against the ground, immediately wipes all thoughts from their minds.

Draco roughly shoves your hand away from his cock and pulls your head forward, forcing his cock down your throat. You instantly gag, your eyes water uncontrollably. Theo thrusts his hips into your hand, desperate for your touch. Watching Draco fuck your mouth is too much.

“god look at you. Such a fucking slut. Taking two cocks. God you love this don’t you? you love it when I stuff my cock down your slutty throat.” Draco mocks.

They both continue to watch the sight of you struggling. But then, Draco moans as Theo suddenly pulls you off Draco’s cock and decides it’s his turn.

Drool is running down your chin and your eyes are watering so much that you’re struggling to see.

They’re using you for their pleasure and you couldn’t care less.

They take turns fucking your mouth, they watch as your eyes roll back and you choke on their cocks. But they can see you’re struggling.

Theo is completely lost in the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat, his hand holds your neck, his thumb resting on the bulge where his cock keeps entering.

Draco keeps your head in place.

You can’t breathe? not their problem.

you wanted to be used.

“Gonna fill this mouth with my cum Bella, ‘gonna take turns fucking filling you up. Fucking want to watch you scream and cry and as I breed this tight pussy.”

They weren’t even touching you and you could feel it. You were close. God. They hadn’t even fucking touched you and you were about to cum on the fucking floor.

“Look at her shaking, rubbing herself against the floor. She’s gonna fucking cum Theo” Malfoy sniggers

“Yeah? you gonna cum Bella? just from me fucking your throat? fucking puta. God.. FUCK..Malfoy.. she’s taking it so well isn’t she? my personal fucktoy”

“Hurry up and cum Theo, I want to fuck my load inside her sweet pussy” Draco groaned, turning Theo’s head so that they could kiss again.

“f-fuck, Malfoy”

“Mhm f-mhm” you couldn’t even form words, how could you? Theo’s cock was practically in your stomach, he was so far down your throat.

“that’s it, fuck I’m cumming” was all the warning you got before Theo slammed his length down your throat one last time. Liquid gushed from your pussy, spilling across the floor. Your clothes were soaked in your own juices.

All you could taste was his cum. There was so much of it.

But you weren’t done yet. It was malfoy’s turn. And you had only just begun.

“You ready darling?”

This took so long!! But I hope you guys enjoyed!

[dramionestills]

i have to say something

i have seen so many people on tiktok that are discovering fanfiction because they read Manacled and I am concerned for those people

like Manacled is a masterpice truly but as your intro to fanfic????

i had like 15 years of getting used to how intense it could get and Manacled still broke me, if that is your intro i am so sorry, do you need a blanket? some tea? a muffin? more tissues??

[tippilo]

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Ginny asks, inspecting Hermione’s all black dress. “I mean, not that you don’t look positively ravishing, but are you really going to wear black to your wedding?”

Hermione glares at her friend. “I think it’s perfectly appropriate when you are marrying Draco Malfoy. This is a day of mourning.”

Read The Only One HERE, on AO3

My first oneshot! Thank you @dara-art for the support, inspo, and streams of amazing art 🤍

This was written for dramione month(by @dhrmonth ) with their prompt “Marriage Contract”.

Dara is hosting a “Draw this in your style” based on this image for reaching 20k followers! She is accepting enteries until October 19 (details under original post on her page!)

[noxmalfoy]

[escapeinmybookshelf]

Cover art by @artofcrumbs Draco Malfoy begins his new career as the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Two years after he began teaching, a newly appointed Charms Professor Hermione Granger joins the faculty. Smutty one shot.

[anxious-m3ss]

for a good cause - a dramione oneshot by @anxious-m3ss

"Hermione was familiar with the body’s natural response to stimulus. Hormones surging through her body, the brain’s pleasure and reward center lighting up, signals firing to increase blood flow to sexual organs. Understanding it, from a scientific standpoint, did not mean she was immune to the overwhelming effects of sexual arousal."

When Healer Hermione Granger’s well-intentioned charity auction turns into a public spectacle, she finds herself at the mercy of an unexpected bidder.

Healer Granger, Possessive Draco Malfoy, dirty talk, praise kink, dom/sub undertones, fluff & smut.

CLICK TO READ IT ON AO3

[volchitsa-writes]

Wedded Bliss, Insulting Gifts (If You Aim at Hermione You'd Better Not Miss) by volchitsa Rating: T Warnings/tags: No archive warnings apply, mention of past Ron/Hermione and past infidelity Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Word count: 2,516 Summary: Draco didn’t expect to be dodging curses at his own wedding, but then again, he had never expected his wife’s ex to show up with a girl on his arm. Notes: Written for Dramione Fanfiction Writers' Deal or No Deal: Book Wyrm

[aislynn-wiley1999]

Are you looking for a Hogwarts Legacy fanfiction where:

- Characters do not have plot armour?

- Angst, jealousy, and hidden feelings are all present?

- The romance is a slow burn full of fleeting glances and brushed hands?

- the MC is angry, tired, severe, and occasionally horny?

- Sebastian and Ominis are RIDDLED with flaws and deeper emotions?

- There is smut (eventually, it IS a slow burn)?

Consider reading Three Headed Serpent here on AO3!

It’s at 47k words right now and I update every 2-3 days :)

[acciopeacheswrites]

Draco Malfoy and the Banality of Weddings

📖Just a quick little one-shot for your viewing pleasure.

[writetimewrongmuse]

Sugar Quills and other Cheap Thrills

Returning to Hogwarts for his eighth year had been a bad idea.

Draco had known it would be.

He’d expected jeers of “Death Eater” at every meal. He’d expected to be cornered in every nook and cranny, every secret alcove that was only truly a secret to Filch. 

He’d expected to be punched, jumped and pummelled until he was bloodied and blue.

He’d expected to never make it to the end of his eighth year, and perhaps that was the reason he had returned to the hallowed grounds. 

To pay for his sins in blood and misery.

What he had not expected was to be brought down by a bushy haired witch that loathed him, a set of plump pink lips, and a strawberry sugar quill currently wrapped between them.

Merlin, fuck.

His first foray into her mind was inadvertent. 

His gaze had locked with hers just as she had opened her lips wide, and sucked in the delicious treat with a resounding “swoosh”, her gaze indecently bored and impassive as she peered around the empty library, before returning to her book. 

(A horridly boring and aptly named tome titled Wicked Witches & The Wonders They Wielded in The 14th Century.)

Yet that one moment was enough for him to get a glimpse.

A glimpse of him, in her mind, as she continued the sinful dance of her tongue—only not on a sugar quill.

He couldn’t have run out of the library any faster. 

He couldn’t have come any harder, later that night.

He couldn’t have pondered the fine line between hate and lust any more than he did the following many weeks.

The next time he looked into her amber hues, both warm and mercilessly teasing, was less inadvertent. 

She sat across The Three Broomsticks, a delicious foam of butter beer on the corner of her lips as she spoke to Noble Saviours One and Two, and Three–Longbottom was sitting far too close beside her, and Draco did not like it one bit. The grin that played on her decadent lips said she very much did.

He wondered which of the three he’d find in her mind on this occasion.

Gods he really was looking to hurt himself, because if it was the  ginger-fxck, he would have to Obliviate himself.

It was not Weasel. 

If he had found her lips to be sinful earlier, her tongue was utterly depraved. 

She licked up Draco’s (not him, the other Draco—the him he was now jealous of) thigh as her fingers teased into the placket of his trousers. 

Trousers, Draco was quick to notice, he was wearing right this very moment. 

With a gentle tug she pulled his trousers back as Draco’s fingers moved to wrap into her hair, her glorious curls perfect for all the ways he wished to grip it, tug it, yank—OH FUCK NO!

That was not an accurate representation of him and his assets—and he had every intention of filling that void for this ill-informed swot.

The only problem was, what could he possibly say?

“Say Granger. I know I’ve said horridly hideous things to you over the last eight years. But here’s the thing, I also breached the sacred temple that is your head, and whilst I was very much invading your privacy, I came across so many erotic visuals about you and I, that I have not thought of anything else for months. Wanna shag for real now?”

Draco knew he was attractive, and much sought after—but the only attention the witch was likely to give him in response was a swift kick to his heir-maker.

Which was not all too bad? 

“Might even feel nice.” He said to his textbook. “If it’s her doing it.”

No, no, no. He needed a plan—a legitimate excuse to broach any conversation that could revolve around the words lips, you, me and / or shag.

“Granger, what chapstick do you use?”

“Excuse me?”

It was perfect. Quidditch Finals were right around the corner, and nobody but the swot cared that also meant Final exams were also around the corner. Well, her and him—but he was also only in the library to try and woo this witch.

Woo her for what exactly?

Well he didn’t have all the answers.

At this point it would be a true miracle if his every answer for his N.E.W.T.s was not ‘Sugar Quill’ or ‘Hermione Fucking Granger’ or ‘That’s not what I look like Granger.’

“Malfoy.” Granger huffed. “What do you want?”

“You.”

Ah fuck.

“About fucking time.” Hermione huffed. “And what chapstick do I use?”

“That’s the best you could come up with after six months?”

“Hey!” Draco groaned as she pulled him into the stacks. “It’s a valid question.”

“It’s an asinine question.”

Her lips were on his before he could ask her how she knew he had pondered his opening line for six months—and Merlin it all to Hell, she tasted like a Strawberry Sugar Quill.

The kind he loved.

No! The kind he had liked. Because nothing quite compared to the taste of the treat on her tongue.

Her tongue roved down his neck as his hands wound into her hair, her curls soft and heavy. Simply perfect to wrap his hands around and pull her lips back up to his.

“Prefect’s bathroom? Or right here?” He murmured between kisses.

“Fuck the bathroom.” She said, her fingers already pulling him out as she got down on her knees in front of him. “Mhmmm.” She said looking up at him, her eyes brightening with mirth as her thumb brushed him with a gentle but firm stroke.

“I see now why you took offence with my imaginings.”

“You’re A Legilimens.”

“Takes one to know one.” She said as her lips wrapped around him with a delirious moan.

“Gods, fuck, what have I gotten myself into?” Draco groaned as his eyes fixated on the way her lips curved around him.

She hummed, before releasing him with an obscene pop.

“Scared, Malfoy.” Hermione grinned up at him as her fingers continued to stroke him. “You’ve only a glimpse of what I have in mind.”

“If I have to die, Gods, please let it be at the mercy of your lips.” Draco groaned, as she slowly sucked the utter life out of him.

fin.

Written for Day. 6 of DHRMonth – "Legilimens."

[heidelperle]

Does someone has cute little Dramione oneshots? I want to read some. I attempt to read the 2022 advent calender but I want to have some options when I have nothing to do at work

[miyaareadsfanfiction]

Dramione Oneshots

🔗 links below 🔗

Dipped in chocolate

Agree to disagree

In this moment

Caged comfort

[tippilo]

This turned into less of a drabble and more of a oneshot. It is in the same universe as the Sectumsempra drabble last week (but it stands alone). I may clean this up, expand it a bit and post on AO3… not sure

This is inspired off of @dara-art 😘 she is hosting a DTIYS on her insta page based off this piece! Check out her post on insta for details! I’m no artist so this oneshot is the best one can expect from me 😅 (congrats on 20k, love! 🤍)

Written for dramione month! (hosted by @dhrmonth )

[leeleeleah]

I wrote two oneshots , one with Hermione as the jerk, as requested in the prompt comments. The third story I started writing became my latest manuscript, so thank you to the anonymous poster for the inspiration!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58384561

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58383901

Link to Lunchtime Love Stories

[noxmalfoy]

[recluse-moth]

October 7th, 1998

The war was over but the scars still remained. She was but a specter of her old self, she’d walk from room to room in the manor in a completely catatonic state. She hadn’t spoken of what had happened to her during the brief period of when Voldemort had won, but her scars told me everything I needed to know.

Harry had gone to the forbidden forest as the old man had requested of him, Hermione had somehow managed to sneak past with Ron in an attempt to save Harry. Voldemort had struck him down as if he were nothing, almost immediately after that Ron and Hermione had been discovered.

However Potter hadn’t died that night, instead he’d come back and won the fight. None of that mattered to him though, not when his best friends had been tortured for hours while he had been playing dead.

It took nearly three weeks until they were both strong enough to leave St. Mungos. Hermione had gone to stay with the Weasley’s along with Potter and the Lovegoods. I had gone to visit nearly everyday watching as she sat by a window in silence. Mrs. Weasley seemed to have lost more than one son that night of the battle. Ron had spent nearly every day out in the garden, sometimes Hermione would join him and I would stand guard with Harry in case one of them had an episode setting off the other. I could see the pain in Potters eyes as he watched, but not like the glazed over look Hermione would give when she’d look at me.

A month after they’d been discharged it was decided that caring for them both in the same house was proving difficult. It seemed as if their terrors were becoming more frequent, so I offered to take Hermione to the Manor, Harry was reluctant as he had every right, but ultimately she’d come to stay.

The first day I took her to the library and it seemed to spark something that seemed dead once before. She walked around for hours picking books out, and I carried them gladly for her. She’d sit by the window and read till she fell asleep. It seemed that reading was the only bit if peace she found, but she still didn’t speak.

By week three we had found a routine between the two of us, we would meet for breakfast by the greenhouse, and we’d walk the gardens my mother watching from the manor above. After the walk we would enter the manor once again and she would bury herself with book till lunch where we would meet my mother in the dinning room. My mother tried to speak with her on several occasions but the most Hermione could manage was nod. After that we would sit in the drawing room and I’d read to her as she watched the fire I’d built for her myself to keep her warm. We would take dinner in her room and she would read as she ate, and when it was time for her to sleep I would and wait till her eyes were closed before I left her for the night.

It felt as if we were in never ending cycle of silence, but everyday I’d spent with her I took notice of every detail about her. The way her nose curved, the slightest freckles on her face, the complex shade of her eyes, even the way she’d often braid her hair because she she hated having to push back the curls when she read. It wasn’t until today that I decided that I would break our routine and take her somewhere for a change.

I bought a muggle car just so she wouldn’t have to fly or gather the strength to disapparate to where we were going. She slept most of the way there but when we arrived her eyes lit up again. It was too gloomy for a swim and I hadn’t anticipated the amount of wind that hit our sides but we walked along the shore. She collected oddly shaped seashells and handed them to me for safe keeping as she had with the books she wanted to read for the day. After an hour we sat in the sand and she watched the waves in peace, her hair flowing in the wind and I’d never seen her look as beautiful as she did then.

I took her hand in mine and she turned to look at me, and for the first time in a long time she smiled. She rested her head against my shoulder and said, “Thank you.”