#dramione secret relationship

[shadowsingerdraco]

dhr drabble

- inspired by the song Ivy by Taylor Swift

Hermione watched as a carriage passed by the shop. The bustling Eldenshire street was humming with those fetching their Yulemas presents for loved ones. So many faces. So many eyes that knew too much and nothing at all.

A light hearted laugh from behind her shook her from her gazing. Hermione turned to find her sister in-law smiling at Mr. Potter.

Hermione watched them. They were standing at a respectable distance, but the blush on her cheeks and the slight inward lean of his stance suggests their mutual interest. Hermione felt a twist deep in her chest. Something green and ugly. She swallowed and ran her hands down her dress skirt before walking towards them.

“Hello, Mr. Potter. Ginny.” She gave her best grin to the pair.

“Oh, Hermione! How lovely to see you.” Ginny touched a gloved hand to her own. “It’s been too long. You and Ron must come to the house for dinner tonight.”

Hermione’s heart fell to her feet. “Tonight?”

“Yes, mother would love to see you two.” Ginny then turned, “Mr. Potter, my brother would be delighted if you joined us as well. That is if you aren’t too busy.” She looked up at him through her lashes and Hermione thinks Mr. Potter stopped breathing.

“I’d be delighted.” His voice was so openly breathy. So uncaring if anyone noticed he was smitten.

“Well, I really must be going. It was wonderful to run into you both. Ron will be so glad to see everyone this evening.” She tipped her chin down and walked out onto the side street.

Hermione just began moving forward. Moving moving moving. One foot after the other. One breath in. One breath out.

This was so silly. She felt ridiculous for being so out of sorts. So what if she didn’t see him tonight? She could go and socialize with her family and enjoy herself. She could help Molly set the table and play with the children. She could be sweet and pleasant. She could be a good wife.

A good wife. A wife. A wife to Ronald Weasly. She was Mrs. Weasly. She was sworn to him. She was tied to him indefinitely. She would never be free of the vow she made.

Her lungs felt tight. The wind burned her cheeks. Her whole body was heavy with the burden of her sins.

Hermione stopped abruptly, realizing she was no longer in the crowded town center, but at a cemetery.

And then a flash of blond appeared in her periphery.

She squeezed her eyes shut and took in a ragged breath. Why, of all places, would she come here? She hadn’t even noticed where she was headed.

He always comes here on Sunday. It was his mother’s day. He never missed a week.

She can’t believe she came here. She refused to look at him.

Hermione was a wife. A good wife.

She turned around without a sound and set for the stone house on the hill.

She was almost to her picket fence when she heard,

“Don’t go in, Granger.”

She almost tripped over her feet. She whipped around to find Lord Malfoy looking at her with a pained expression.

“You need to leave,” Hermione said in a low whisper. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Don’t go in.”

Hermione looked from him to the ground. The once green grass was now dull and lifeless. “Please, Lord Malfoy. I cannot… I cannot continue this anymore. Ron has done nothing to deserve this betrayal.”

“And you have done nothing to deserve the denial of your heart’s desire.”

His gray eyes were burning holes into her. Hermione ached to touch him. To breathe him in. She knew right then that she was forever tarnished by the wake of him.

She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn’t bring herself to deny him again. She forced herself to turn away and head to her doorstep.

She got only a couple steps before a hand closed around her arm and she was apparated behind her home.

“Draco,” she hissed. “This is irresponsible! This is—“

His lips molded into hers. All of the fight left her instantaneously. Hermione brought her hands up to his hair, reveling in how he groaned at the touch.

The stone wall dug into her back.

His hands were cold as he held her jaw, pushing them impossibly closer, the force of it almost painful.

He had rooted himself deep into her. His vines found a home in places Hermione hadn’t even known existed until he touched it.

“You were mine first,” he rasped. “You were mine first and he cannot just have you. You are not his to want.”

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Draco. I always will be.”

He crashed back into her.

Ivy scratched the base of her neck as they claimed one another in secret.

[thepersialionheart]

Something I've realised over years of reading and writing fanfiction is that I have a slight knack for indulging myself in a particular type of trope. And that is when character a and b are in a secret relationship but they get caught or figured out or decide to finally reveal it themselves.

It's even better when a and b are blatantly in a relationship, have never tried to hide it, yet no one believes they are in one until they have to kiss on front of everyone for people to believe them.

Another version I like is when they think they are in a secret relationship except everyone and their mother and their mother's mother low-key knows because they are just so bad at hiding it but they don't realise it.

One of my favourite actual examples is the short time Hiccup and Astrid decided to hide their relationship just for the sake of wanting it to be between them and wanting to feel secure in their relationship before letting everyone else in on it, even though literally the entire archipelago knows that Hiccup and Astrid were endgame from the beginning. (Thor I will never not go on about how much I love these two together!)

Then there are the miraculous fics where Marinette and Adrien post reveal are together but keep it a secret, either for safety, or for shits and giggles (I myself may have directly helped in adding onto this). (Plus I'd rather have this happen than anything that happened after season 2 ended.)

Something I've really been into is wangxian fics where they secretly get together earlier and it changes everything. The especially juicy ones are the time travel fics where they are in an established relationship but no one realises because everyone thinks Lan Zhan hates Wuxian.

And of course, I've seen a few haikyuu fics where Kageyam and Hinata aren't exactly a secret, but no one seems to realise they are together because they act the same. I desperately want more of these types of fics.

Oh and let's not forget my old obsession with Dramione (not to say I don't sometimes indulge in a few fics I remember reading and loving- dramionehas a special place in my fanfiction heart), especially the fics where they were in a secret relationship which somehow got revealed. The angst, the fluff, the drama! It was all there!

I don't know why this trope became a favourite of mine but if I find a secret relationship fic of one of my favourite couples l, you bet I am gonna read the heck out of it.

[liaredrose]

“Crimson Seeds” - A Dramione FF on AO3

“I almost lost you again because of his lies and secrets.”

“Draco…”

“What?”

“Who are we to blame someone for lies and secrets?”

READ IT HERE

[libraryofhogwarts]

Whenever You're Ready

Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Hermione and Draco have a secret. The others can't know, or can they?

The fire crackled and sparked, warming the cozy room and everyone in it. Harry lounged in a high-backed, velvet reading chair closet to the stone fireplace. Draco sat in a matching chair across from him. Hermione was curled on the couch with a book to no one’s surprise. Luna and Pansy next to her murmuring to each other lowly, in their own world.

Ron, Neville, and Theo were sprawled amongst each other on the floor chatting with Harry and Draco. She wasn’t sure what they were talking about—probably Quidditch or a funny incident that occurred in Charms that day.

Hermione was too busy immersing herself in the plot of her book to really listen, but if she knew her friends then those were the likely topics. She could see Harry gesturing wildly out of the corner of her eye, his arms swinging through the air as if to gesture the movements of a broomstick.

A flash of silvery blond catches her attention from Harry and her book. She slightly turned her head, eyes connecting with Draco’s. The eye contact burns. She aches to sit in that chair with him, or for him to join her on the couch.

She wants so badly for everyone to know about them. To be able to kiss her boyfriend outside of their dorm rooms. To hold his hand in the corridor. But every time she works up the courage to blurt out the information to their friend group, something inside her halts.

Her mouth goes dry and the words get lost in her throat. She doesn’t know what is holding her back. The boys love Draco. Pansy, Blaise, and Theo are regular members of the group now.

There should be no hold-up in telling the people they care for, their family, that they just so happen to be in love with each other. Hermione knows this, Draco knows this; yet neither one of them can bring themselves to relay that information to the others.

A small, sly smirk escapes Draco before he turns his head, tuning back into what Neville is now saying, leaving Hermione to stew in her own thoughts.

She loses focus on the book she holds in her hands. Its leather-bound cover rough against her palms, pages heavy in her hands. She barely notices when Luna and Pansy stand bidding goodnight to everyone before heading to Pansy’s dorm in Slytherin.

Their departure sets off a chain reaction, slowly one by one everyone everyone follows suit, leaving Harry, Hermione, and Draco alone in the common room in comfortable silence.

The fire now just smoldering embers, only sounding slight hisses here and there. The armchair that Harry was sitting in groans as he makes to stand. Pushing his glasses up his nose he says, “I’m going to turn in. I’ll see you both in the morning.”

“Yes, I think I’ll head to bed as well,” Draco adds to the end of Harry’s declaration, meeting Hermione’s eyes. A silent question passing between the couple before it vanishes a moment later.

Harry starts towards the boy’s dormitory staircase, missing the wordless conversation, as Draco turns to the portrait door. At the quieting footfalls of Harry trudging up the stone staircase, Draco turns back. The pair stays quiet for another moment before hearing the door to Harry’s dorm shut.

At the small click of the door latch Draco is striding towards Hermione, her movements the same. They meet in the middle, Hermione’s arms coming around Draco’s neck, his latching around her waist, tugging her the rest of the way.

She stands to her tip toes before their lips lock, fitting together as if their design was for this purpose and this purpose alone. They both let out matching sighs. They were starved for each other. Having to sit across from one another, day in and day out, pretending as if nothing has changed in the last year. As if they are just friends and that’s all they’ll ever be.

The thought causes Hermione to give a light chuckle against Draco’s lips, how could she ever not be in love with this man. He pulls back a questioning look in his eye.

“What?” He voices his confusion at her outburst.

“Nothing,” she responds innocently.

“Hm? Not a great feeling to have your girlfriend laughing as you kiss her.” He lowers his lips to Hermione’s lips once more, finishing the sentence against her lips.

Chills break out across her arms and the deep timber of his voice. She loves it when he gets like this, playful but still sensual. Her arms tighten, bringing his face impossibly closer, whimpering into the kiss.

“I would never laugh at you,” she pulls back just enough to get the words out breathlessly. They were so close you wouldn’t even be able to slip a piece of paper between the couple.

Draco growls, playfully before leaning in again, his hands kneading her hips. She doesn’t let his lips make contact this time however, leaning her head back just out of his reach. Her hand slides down from around his neck, over his shoulder, and down his arm before reaching his hand.

She laces their fingers together, his startlingly cold, before whispering, “Let’s go to bed.”

He places a kiss on the side of her neck before trailing behind her, across the common room and up the stairs. They come to a stop outside her door. She unlocks it with the swish of her hand, using wandless magic, no doubt to show off if the smirk on her face says anything at the sound of the lock clicking.

Jokes on her, she doesn’t need to show off to Draco. Anything she does he finds simply marvelous. She turns the nob using the same magic, huffing a little triumphant noise at her success. Draco can’t help but smile at that little quirk of hers.

Once inside the room, Draco shuts the door with a soft click. Ginny and Blaise are out at some party tonight so they have the room to themselves, the former planning the sleep in her boyfriend’s room after whatever party they were at becomes too boring for them.

That pair was wild. Going out most weekends to do Merlin only knows what, before spending the next two days hungover sleeping whenever they could. Even though they can be a bit crazy, somehow they are perfect for each other.

It came as a bit of a shock to both groups of friends that the couple was together but in the end, it was the best thing to happen to all of them. Luna and Pansy found each other, though Hermione thinks things had been happening between them for years.

And, it brought Hermione and Draco together.

Hermione makes her way to her wardrobe, pulling an oversized white t-shirt off a hanger. She turns seeing Draco strip down to his boxers. She also strips, slipping the shirt over her head. His shirt.

The dark wooden floor is cool against her bare feet as she steps off the rug and up to her mattress, Draco already getting under the blankets as if he’s done it a million times before. It’s not the first time they’ve slept together by any means but they don’t get the chance to often.

If Ginny and Blaise decide to come back to the girls’ dorm then Draco can’t stay the night, and the same goes for Draco’s roommate who rarely sleeps somewhere else. Hermione can’t help but get a giddy feeling in her chest at the fact that they get to have a night alone.

The feelings must show on her face because as Draco peels back the covers he raises an eyebrow, “What are the rosy cheeks about? Don’t get shy on me now Granger.” He teases.

Making a pfft noise she crawls under the bedspread, curling into Draco’s side, “I’m not getting shy, I’m just happy. I missed you today.” She nuzzles his chest.

It rumbles with a silent chuckle, “I’ve been with you since dinner.”

“You were in the same room as me, yes. But you weren’t with me.” She emphasizes the end of her sentence.

“You’re right, I wasn’t.” His tone a bit far off.

There’s a pause in their conversation, as if they are both thinking; mulling over the weight of what they’ve both just said.

Hermione speaks up first, “I want to tell them.” She says it with resolution in her tone. As if there is no other option than to come clean to their friends.

Draco’s shoulder nudges her head in a plea for her to sit up. She complies turning over to face him, propping her chin on his chest. He looks down at her, wonder and love so clearly in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” is his only response.

“Absolutely.” The finality in her tone makes his mouth burst with a smile. It’s so wide Hermione could swear his pearly white teeth gleamed in the silver moonlight.

“Finally.” Is all he says. She raises an eyebrow in confusion, waiting for him to elaborate.

“I would have kept it a secret forever if that made you happy,” he explains, “but I’ve been ready for a while now. I want to scream it from the rooftops.”

She beams at his confession. She’s a little sad that he didn’t tell her sooner but so happy that he’s ready to tell the others as well.

“I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me that,” she tells him after a moment.

“That’s not it. This was a big change for both of us. It will be a big change for all of them,” Draco gestures haphazardly in the direction of the door, “I wanted us to both be ready to face these challenges, not have you feel pressured to because I was ready.”

He combs a curl behind Hermione’s ear, resting his hand against her cheek. She leans into the touch, finding comfort in the fact that his hands are now warm.

“Tomorrow?” she questions when they should break the news.

“At breakfast.” Draco nods, Hermione, matching his movements with a single nod.

She leans in brushing her lips over his. She’s done this hundreds of times over the last several months but this particular kiss is different somehow. It was tender and soft and so full of love Hermione thought she might burst at the happiness welling inside of her.

“I love you, Hermione Granger,” Draco speaks her thoughts before she can do it herself.

“I love you too Draco Malfoy.” Again, the statement is punctuated by a kiss. Firmer this time but still soft and sweet and exactly what Hermione needs in this moment.

They part, staring into each other’s eyes for a long moment, memorizing each other’s features. Hermione places a chaste kiss on his chest before resuming her place against his body from before. He trails his fingers through her chocolate curls, her tracing shapes, and patterns on his abdomen before they both fall off into the best sleep either has had in weeks.

hello, I hope you liked this quick little fic. I have a second chapter in the works but idk when that will be out in all honesty. Anyway stay tuned for more works!!

[wednesdaynott]

"Who did this to you?"

The voice of Harry Potter was hard and even as he took in the sight of his soaking wet best friend wrapped in a towel on his couch. 

Softer this time, he asked her, “Hermione, you have to give me something.”

“You have to promise not to do anything stupid, Harry.”

“I- I cannot promise that. You show up here, clearly scared to death, and I need to know who I need to kill.”

“Please.” 

Perhaps it was morbid curiousity since it was obvious that she wouldn’t tell him anything until he agreed. Perhaps it was the way her voice was small and so very desperate, but Harry simply nodded his head in his agreement.

“When I left six months ago-“

“Disappeared,” Harry corrected harshly. “Without a trace.”

“I did it because I found out that-“ She pulled her cloak back to reveal a rather large baby bump.

“Oh.“ He simply stared at the protruding stomach until he asked, “And it’s not Ron’s?”

“Hah.” Hermione’s laugh was harsh. “No. The father is a bit, uh, busy at the moment.”

“Too busy to be a father? Who has a job that keeps them that busy?”

“Not a job,” she replied quietly, and it took a moment before comprehension dawned on Harry.

“Ah, and I’m guessing his family found out?”

“Yes, the Malfoys apparently have their ways of knowing things like this and they tracked me down in Italy. I barely escaped their attacker, my wand was snapped in the scuffle and now I have nowhere to go. Honestly, I’d hoped that since Lucius is locked up too, it wouldn’t be this bad.”

Still confused, Harry joined Hermione on his couch and gave her a big hug. “Does Draco know?” 

“I don’t know, but I haven’t told him,” she sniffled. “I can’t contact him because Narcissa’s  lawyers track his visitors and-“

“And I’m The Chosen One,” Harry grinned slyly at the memory of Hermione chastising him for wanting to use the title to his advantage. “I can get you a truly private meeting with Draco. Just let me ask Kingsley.”

“You’d do that? Why?”

“I know you’re gonna find this hard to believe, but I’ve known that you were in love with him since fifth year.”

“Harold James Potter, you did not.”

“Well, I didn’t know that it was love, but I definitely knew there was lust. A little dot marked H. Granger spent a lot of time in D. Malfoy’s bed on the marauder’s map.”

[twopersoncult]

Secret Affairs (Dramione)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1k

Summary: “Wait, is your mystery guy an Auror? Damn, do we know him?” His hand went to his chin as he pondered who it could be, Ron added bashfully, “I thought your mystery guy worked in a library, to be honest.”

Both men looked at her in earnest as they awaited her answer when the sound of a door opening dragged their attention to the hallway. ~ Harry and Ron find out about Draco and Hermione.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Date written: July 27, 2022

Hermione was walking on air that morning. A sleepy, satisfied smile on her face as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As she put the kettle on her mind was drawn back to the certain wizard who’d she left showering in her – their bedroom, as of last night it he was officially moved in. She still needed to tell her friends that her and Malfoy were in a serious relationship, but alas, she’d never found the right time.

The first time she almost told her friends were a few weeks after their third date but then Harry had announced his engagement to Ginny and Hermione thought it best to wait. Then a month after at a friendly quidditch match for ministry workers she’d intended to tell Harry and Ron about her and Draco, but the boys were bitter about losing to Malfoy and his team, so it definitely wasn’t the right time. Harry and Ron would sometimes get suspicious of her when she would disappear on them for days, but she’d quickly cover it up with her having to work extra hours as a healer in training. Coupled with the fact that Harry was busy with Ms. Weasley and planning his wedding and Ron being occupied with Auror work things worked out.

Even if she hadn’t found time to tell her friends it had nothing to do with her being ashamed of their relationship because she’d met with his friends more than enough times. Hermione wasn’t going to lie to herself and not admit that keeping their relationship to themselves – for the most part made it all the more intense. Fuck, just thinking about the way Draco claimed her after some poor ministry bloke had been flirting with her the other night had her blushing scarlet. Hermione was snapped out of her more than welcomed daydream when the sound of the floo activating had her pulling Draco’s white button up closed. As if now realizing she’d been naked underneath aside from some underwear, she turned away from the floo and hurriedly buttoned it up.

“Hey, Mione!” Harry called out as he and Ron entered the kitchen matching excited grins on their face, “Morning!” She said with a frazzled smile, “Harry, Ron, what are you doing here so early?” They each pulled a face, noting her frenzied state, “Uh…Hermione, it’s three in the afternoon.” Ron said cautiously brows furrowing, “Are you feeling sick?” Harry added, “Yeah Hermione you don’t look so good, your hairs a mess and you look a bit red, are you getting hot flashes?” Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes as they mothered her.

“I’m fine. I just slept in is all. I had a long night.” She bit the inside of her lip as she remembered just why she was up so late when her eyes caught on an Auror badge thrown haphazardly on the counter beside her. Trying to get the attention off her she said, “So, what brings you both here?” She said, slowly creeping her hand closer to the badge trying to keep her bottom half behind the kitchen island that separated her and the boys. Ron perked up saying, “You’re looking at the new Auror of the month, turns out with all the days Malfoy skipped I’ve finally beaten the git and got the position.” He boosted with a proud smile on his face and though Hermione should’ve felt guilty about being responsible for the days Draco missed she couldn’t. “Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.” She beamed at him, genuinely happy for her friend. When Harry hadn’t said anything, she turned his way to find his stare trained on the movement of her hand and she froze.

“Did I leave my badge here the other day?” Shaking his head as he tried to remember if he ever misplaced it, he moved forward to grab the golden badge when Hermione quickly snatched it to her, “Sorry, no, Harry this isn’t yours.” She said with a hesitant laugh, Ron added looking at his friend oddly, “Mate you badge is on your belt,” he paused before adding, “wait, Hermione why do you have an Aurors badge here?” Both men's eyes widened comically as Harry said, “Wait, is your mystery guy an Auror? Damn, do we know him?” His hand went to his chin as he pondered who it could be, Ron added bashfully, “I thought your mystery guy worked in a library to be honest.”

Both men looked at her in earnest as they awaited her answer when the sound of a door opening dragged their attention to the hallway. Hermione watched their reactions as she stood frozen behind the kitchen island as Draco Malfoy walked out in nothing but his towel resting lowly on his hips. Hermione licked her lips unconsciously as she watched water droplets trail over his chest, disappearing beneath the towel. Oh, how she wished Harry and Ron wasn’t here, but there were. “Malfoy!” They both shouted comically, and Hermione would’ve laughed if she wasn’t feeling so tense, “Potter, Weasel.” He nodded their way before walking the rest of the way to Hermione, ducking low her wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered lowly in her ear, “I was just about to come get you, but it seems you have your self-occupied at the moment, Granger.” Hermione clenched her eyes shut as she leaned further into him, before opening them and looking up into his grey ones, “I’ll deal with it and make it up to you later?” She bargained with a cheeky grin before pecking him on the mouth, but it seemed that he had other plans when his free hand swiped her thigh making her gasp as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She melted into him forgetting about their audience, but he pulled away all to quickly for her liking and kissed her forehead leaving her panting to catch her breath.

Stealing herself she said, “Just let me grab some pants and I’ll be back.” When she returned she sat with her best friends who still looked to be in shock but she was ready to hear the onslaught of questions they aimed her way.

//

Notes: was in the middle of an amazing Dramione fic and felt like doing a short one-shot because why not😂 Enjoy!

[draqo-pctter]

belong to him again; a dramione drabble

His laugh was her favorite sound. There was something carefree about the way Draco threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes sparkling in the dim candlelight. Hermione wished she could bottle up that moment and hold it in the palm of her hand, or close to her heart, where no one could take it from her.

rated m for implied nsfw

words; 1.8k

tags; royalty au, forbidden love/secret relationship, hurt/some comfort, angst, he fell first, she fell harder

click here to read on ao3

[fanficsimp7]

Dramione

So now that i'm finally back and continuing this blog, I'm gonna start off with Dramione. tbh i rlly don't ship it anymore, but I'm doing this bc i wanted to try and keep this archive in a bit of a chronological order. i wanna look back at my early fanfic days i guess.

wow i never realized how many fanfics i read by the same author (cleotheo) but shoutout to them! i used to love their stories! but now, like i've said before, my tastes have changed A LOT. it was still fun to look back and remember my younger self and how excited i'd get when reading these types of fics. but these are the only Dramione fics i wrote down in my notes. (even tho i've definitely read a ton more, i just can't remember any names.)

i've ALWAYS been such a sucker for secret relationships, and in the HP world, for accidentally switching ties. omg i love those tropes sooo much. but i went from shipping Dramione to shipping Drarry lol. i've also read some Drarry fics with similar plots, but it started off with Dramione and eventually progressed to my beloved Drarry.

anyways, i think this is the last post linking straight ships... from here on out its all gay lmao

[iicarusflew]

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Hermione doesn't know why, but Draco Malfoy's eyes always reminded her of half lidded sunsets. 

Hermione doesn't know why, but Draco Malfoy's eyes always reminded her of half lidded sunsets. 

There was no sense for it, of course. His eyes were gray, two drops of steel on the whiter outlines. When his pupils blow out, in shock or fear or shame, they look like the centre of an ashpit trembling in a gust of air. His eyes should be more about lack of colour than colour. 

Yet.

Sunsets , she thinks, as he pulls away, pupils blown out. His hands tremble as he tries to pull on his pants. The dried leaves under the mattress make a crunching noise. The makeshift picnic bed is thawed on the side. Hermione knew it was a bad idea to try to install a sense of normalcy in this. Sneaking. Lying. Hiding. All of this.

Still.

“I don’t get why you’re freaking out,” she says calmly, even though she does.

His movements slow with a jerk. “What?”

“I don’t get it.”

There’s a husk of afterlight in the spot, gray light sifting through the crisscrossed leaves to fall on them. She can see, quite clearly, that his hair is tousled, the crescent bite mark on his neck, his lips, soft and chapped, kissed out.

“They saw us, Hermione,” he says finally, as if she doesn't know. As if she wasn’t here when Ron and Padma walked in on them. Padma’s shriek, obnoxious and uncomfortable, still rings in her ear.

She doesn’t bother to button up her blouse. The air russells up the trees around them. The sprawling branches of nameless trees cover their hiding spot quite adequately from their peers. But not enough. 

She tips her chin defiantly. “Good.”

It’s almost sundown. The place, fifty steps north from the trunk of a marked tree, their sanctuary, always feels colder than it should be. It takes him a moment to answer. But then…

“No.” Draco shakes his head. “No.”

“What?”

“ No. This is not happening.”

“Yes, Draco—”

But he looks away. His finger jerks as he points it at her anyway. “This was a mistake. You said it yourself it—”

“And I kept coming back to you. Why the hell do you think I—”

“Because you’re fucked up!”

“Excuse me?”

“No need to pretend, Granger,” he snarls. “That’s the reason we’re together.” He stands up, shirt still half unbuttoned. Hair tousled, skin a dead, cool white. “Or not. Not together. Not anything. Not—”

With great conviction, Hermione stands up as well. The leaves crunch from the weight. Hermione tries to meet the sunset with her eyes wide open. Sure. 

“How could you stand to be with me?” He seethes. “What is wrong with you?”

There’s a shot of ice cool shiver down her spine at the question. She had thought about it, of course. What was wrong with her. And him. If what was wrong was the same thing for him and her and the world. Or what if they were just two wrong people falling into each other’s unkempt, wrong web. Hermione is tired of thinking. She’s tired of hiding and rationalising the world into wrong and right, good and bad, things she should want and want not. People she should fall in lo—

“When we love someone,” she finds herself saying without thinking, without a single preconceived thought, recklessly. “When we love someone, it hardly matters what they are for the world. What only matters, what seems like the center of the universe is how they mold into the shape of your world, how they make you feel.” 

He makes her feel uncomfortable, sometimes. Breathtaking, lately. Alive , always.

Draco says nothing, and the words that left her mouth forms a wispy, dull cloud in the air. The silence hangs heavy and taut, like leather, like something to bite into and Hermione waits, she holds her ground and her gravity and Draco just stares and stares with a longing too heavy to name, to compare with anything else, too painful to—

It takes her a moment too long to realise what it is.

It’s the first time she said love. 

A lark takes flight over them. The cool air bites into her bare skin as the evening settles, dark and beautiful. With a short, shaky breath she tries to stand still and look confident. Not like Draco—Draco who’s staring at her as if she’s mad, as if she’s not real, as if he finally figured out—

Hermione takes a step forward. His lips part.

The sunsets— the one’s she’s seen and the one that happened without waiting for the hungry eyes of either of them—were both breathtaking, she’s sure.

[dramioneasks]

I'm looking for a Dramione fic where Scorpius/Rose are together/moving in together (I think Scorpius/Rose moving in together is the first chapter) and Hermione/Draco start a relationship secretly after that. Also, I think Draco runs a company too in the fic. I don't know if it was ffnet or A03 Also, Astoria is still alive and in later chapters, I think Astoria gets with Ron.

Anyone?

Edit: Thanks!

wakaboxers: The Deadline by Lena Phoria https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9831689/1/The-Deadline

[bluebugsy]

Oh right, I finished it and Draco’s POV has 10 chapters up!

We finally hit 100k words 🎉

Now we just have to get to the ending ☠️☠️☠️

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Dramione Month Day 4: Sectumsempra

Secret relationship dramione will always be near and dear to my heart 🥹

Two extra sketches of their cuteness over on my Patreon (link in pinned)

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More Harry Potter Recs

Dramione Fic Recs

Dragon's Heartstrings by pinkinku I Chapters: 33/33 I Completed Inspired by Manacled, Wartime, Forced Marriage, High Reeve Draco, Nobody Wins the Battle of Hogwarts and The War Goes On, Dark Fic, Minor Pancy/Harry

High Reeve Draco Malfoy is not only Voldemort’s most trusted Death Eater but an undercover agent for the Order, plotting Voldemort’s downfall from the inside out as well. After a fair trade with the Order, the High Reeve asks for the highest sacrifice – to make the brightest witch of her age Hermione Granger his wife.

A Year and A Day by AMLKoko I Chapters 86/86 I Completed CEO Draco Malfoy, Arranged Marriage, Marriage Contracts, Slow Burn

Hermione had hit rock bottom when Narcissa Malfoy offered her something she couldn't refuse. She was without a job, without prospects, and nearly homeless, so she had to say yes. But Hermione regretted ever opening that door to Narcissa Malfoy because falling in love hurt, especially when she knew her marriage to Draco Malfoy wasn't built to last forever.

This Time Around by Burntbeachglass I Chapters 3/? I Death Eater Draco, Spy Draco, Time Travel Fix-It, Draco is terrifying, Bamf Hermione

Draco Malfoy switches sides halfway through the Second Wizarding War, but by the time he does, its too late. When the war ends in a final, bloody battle that leaves Draco the last man standing he uses the remnants of the spell they had sacrificed everything to keep Voldemort from casting to send himself back in time. When he wakes up two years in the past he only has one goal. Hermione Granger died to end the war the first time around. This time—he’ll do anything it takes to make sure that never happens.

Reborn by AnnaJohnson72 I Chapters 11/? I Gryffindor Draco, Disowned Draco, Depressed Draco, BAMF Draco, Hogwarts Fifth Year, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Ron Weasley Bashing, AU - Canon Divergence

Despite popular belief, Draco isn’t a coward. He is sly and ambitious, he's the perfect Slytherin. At least he's supposed to be. But he’s also smart, and he can be loyal. And believe it or not brave too. When Draco's 5th year goes off the rails, he's forced to show the world who he really is. Includes disownment, re-sorting, successful BAMF Draco.

Metanoia by isobelx I Chapters 77/77 I Completed Draco Malfoy Redemption, Slow Burn, AU - Canon Divergence, Hogwarts Fourth Year, Hogwarts Fifth Year, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Horcrux Hunting

When it becomes clear the path his father has chosen for their family will lead to nothing but pain and suffering, Draco Malfoy is forced to question everything he's ever been taught. In his quest for survival, and with the help of an unlikely ally, he'll embark on a journey of transformation and self-discovery, that will ultimately change the very foundations of his identity. or What if Draco Malfoy decided he did not want to be a servant to the Dark Lord long before he was forced to join his ranks?

Antinomian by thestarsoforion I Chapters 37/? I AU- Canon Divergence, Secret Relationship-Well Not That Secret, Harry And Ron Are Oblivious, Unhealthy Relationships, Obsessive Draco, Obsessive Hermione, Morally Grey Draco, Morally Grey Hermione, BAMF Hermione, BAMF Draco, Death Eater Draco, Ron Weasley Bashing, Remus Lupin Bashing

He's always watched her. He can't help it. Merlin help him, he's been fucking trying though. She hates him. He's a vile, bigoted arsehole. Of all the people who have made her feel small, who have made her have to fight and scrape and claw for her place in this world ever since she was eleven, he's the worst of them all. But when things take a turn at the Yule Ball, Draco Malfoy decides he's done fighting himself, and Hermione Granger is left floored, struggling to understand this new, strange version of him.

Dramione with Fanart

Secrets and Masks by Emerald_Slytherin I Chapters: 75/75 | Completed READ THE TAGS High Death Eater Draco, Smut, Inspired by Manacled, Violence, War The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy by speechwriter | Chapters: 33/33 | Completed Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Redemption, Horcrux Hunting, Draco with the Golden Trio Timeless by alexandra_emerson I Chapters 50/50 I Completed Time travel, Time Loop, Drama and Romance, Married Couple, Redeemed Draco, Tearjerker, mystery Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse by rizzlewrites. I Chapters 84/84 I Completed High Reeve Draco, Post-Apocalyptic, Zombies, Slow Burn, scientist Draco, Horror, BAMF Draco, BAMF Hermione, BAMF Harry Things Without Remedy by onebedtorulethemall I Chapters 32/32 I Completed Time Travel, Auror Draco Malfoy, Time Turners, Draco Redemption Manacled by senlinyu I Chapters 77/77 I Completed READ TAGS High Reeve Draco, Post-War, AU Voldemort Wins, Harry Potter Dies, dark fic Remain Nameless by HeyJude19 I Chapters 51/51 I Completed Slow Burn, Past Drug Addiction, Healing, Fluff and Angst, Romance, blueberry scones Regression by WritexAboutxMe I Chapters 32/32 I Completed Murder Mystery, Auror Draco, Slow Burn, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Draco loves muggle pens, Past Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Let The Dark In by senlinyu I Chapters: 33/? I No Voldemort au, Durmstrang Student Draco, Dark Magic, Slow Burn, Triwizard Champion Hermione Granger, No Voldemort Does Not Mean No Bigotry, Morally Grey Hermione The Choices We Make by Stacygenesis I Chapters 49/49 I Completed Hogwarts Sixth Year, AU - Canon Divergence, Memory Loss, War, Slow Burn, Light Ron Bashing, Protectiveness, Pining, Eventual Smut

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This World or Any Other by @olivieblake I Part 1-3 I Completed hermione is the one to find draco in the bathroom, Canon Divergence

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“Crimson Seeds” - A Dramione FF

Chapter 56: The Swallow

Read it on AO3

Tears rolled down on her cheeks as her hands left the shirt to close around his hair.

And when her lips touched his, he heard it.

The swallow singing.

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Secret New Year’s kisses 🥂💋

They haven’t revealed their relationship to their friends yet but still wanted to have a NYE kiss so Draco snuck off from his parent’s annual gala to meet Hermione at midnight

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Here’s to many more Dramione kisses in 2024! Happy New Year!

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Dramione Month is upon us and I hope to write a few pieces for it (some impromptu drabbles, a pre-written fic or two). Here’s the first!

Day 3: finite incantatem

Rated E

❗️major character death, brief gore, dead dove, wartime, secret relationship❗️

This is an idea that has haunted me for a while and it was time to get it out. Sorry in advance! 🫂 please mind the warnings.

“Look what I found!” Fawley announced.

Draco turned to the entrance of the parlor, watching as the Death Eater dragged a struggling form across the room to where he and Dolohov were standing beside the fireplace, a map of Order safehouses spread out on the table before them.

“We’re busy,” Dolohov snapped. “Go show your rat to Wormtail.”

“You’ll want to see this one, Dolo,” Fawley jeered. “Caught this pet just for you.”

As the pair came closer, the light of the fire illuminated the scarred, smug face of Fawley and the terrified face of Hermione Granger. It was tricky to restrain his reaction, but Draco just barely managed it.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

“Found her crawling around in the bushes. Covered in the mud and muck like a fuckin’ animal.”

With a shove, she was sent sprawling over the stones, the momentum taking her almost to Draco’s boots.

No. Her soft skin, scraped over stone. He bit the inside of his lip, hard enough to keep from dropping to his knees to help her up.

His heart was pounding, mind racing as he tried to figure out what to do. What was she doing here? She was reckless to a fault but if he knew her at all – and after a year of covert rendezvous, he thought he rather did – then lying in wait outside of a known Death Eater stronghold would have been too foolish even for her. What the fuck was she doing?

Dolohov tilted his head, inspecting her. “Is it? Looks nothing like the brat I know of.”

He was right. Hermione’s normally soft, bouncy curls were coarse and matted, her jaw swollen and disfigured. But it was the flatness in her eyes which sent a dizzying burst of relief through Draco. Even in the worst of moments, her eyes held unquenchable fire.

She blinked, taking in her surroundings like a wild animal, and when her eyes met his, he was sure.

He scoffed. “It’s not her.”

“Of course it is,” insisted Fawley. “I know Potter’s Mudblood when I see her.”

Draco pointed down at her. “This is obviously not Hermione Granger, you fucking idiot.”

“Yes it fucking is,” Fawley insisted.

Be it on his head, then. Draco waved his hand dismissively, his relief making him flippant. “Fine. Take her to the Dark Lord, then. See what he thinks of being tricked.”

Fawley glared but reached down to get a fistful of the creatures hair, hauling her up to her knees. The flat brown eyes met Draco's icy grey, panic flaring in them.

“No, don’t take me there. Draco, please. It’s me. Don’t let him take me to him.”

It was her voice, though scratchy and hoarse, but they were not her words. She only ever breathed his given name into the crook of his neck, sweet and secretly, on those nights where their last names were left at the door. To use it here, so publicly — he knew it wasn’t her. She would never betray him like that.

But…

Anyone who’d dare impersonate her would know better than to assume they were on a first name basis. To the world, they were enemies.

Which meant that someone had her. Had her, and had managed to claw their secret from her so that he might trust this shell; might try to protect it and bring it into the center of the Death Eater nest. His name wouldn’t have come easily from her lips – she’d have fought with every bit of herself to keep their relationship hidden, to keep him safe.

Dolohov was here and not gloating, which meant it hadn’t been him to torture it out of her. Avery? McNair?

The bead of relief that she wasn’t actually here was a drop in the ocean of his unfettered rage at knowing she was out there, being harmed.

In his head, Draco began making lists.

Out loud, he lifted his chin, curling his lip at the pathetic creature at his feet.

“Imposter,” he said coldly.

Dolohov sighed. “A shame. I’d have liked to have another go at the Mudblood. Though I suppose I still could pretend…”

His hand rose but Draco caught his wrist in a tight grip, not looking away from the pitiful thing wearing her face. Daring to use her against him. Daring to expose the only part of himself he actually liked; the part she'd found within him.

Magic was coiling hotly in his wandhand, crackling with an urgent ferocity to be unleashed. With a slow inhale, he set it free, brutal energy cascading out him, channeled through blood and sinew and unicorn hair.

A burst of green light, and then the whimpering mass was inert.

Fawley swore, stepping back and letting the corpse fall flat on its face, the sound like a vase slipping from a sideboard; a sodden, wet crunch. Draco swallowed reflexively against the bile brought up from using the killing curse, a familiar taste in the back of his throat. Chest heaving, he raised his wand again. Time to see who had dared impersonate her, and therefore discover a clue as to who might have known about them.

“Finite incantatem.”

Apart from a burst of blue light from his wand, nothing happened.

Had the spell been miscast? He tried again – and then a third time. Nothing. For a moment, it didn’t register.

And then Dolohov whooped.

“Fucking Salazar, it was the filthy Mudblood! Wait until the Dark Lord hears about this, Malfoy. You’ll be in deep shit for stealing his prize away.”

Fear was as familiar to him as the taste of the killing curse. Thick at the back of his throat; saline and sour and suffocating. He wanted to gag – to choke on what he’d done – but even breathing felt impossible. His gloves creaked as his fist squeezed around traitorous hawthorne, jaw aching with how hard he was clenching his teeth.

Hermione, face down at his feet. Never to get up.

He fell to his knees then, breath leaving him in a rush, gasping, his entire body trembling

What had he done? What had he done whathadhedone–

Like falling into a cool lake, he bowed his head and dropped behind his Occlumency walls.

It hadn’t been him to cast it.

It couldn’t have.

There wasn’t a single cell within him that wished death on her – it should have been impossible to cast it on her. But it was her – and the magic had completed its evil purpose, which meant it couldn’t have been him to cast it.

The concept was impossible.

As impossible as casting a killing curse on oneself.

That had to be impossible, hadn’t it?

Which meant that there was no way he was himself. There was only one way to prove it.

Deep in the quiet of his mind, he turned his wand on himself.

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