#dramionefanfic

[snortinglavender]

Draco studied her as she scanned the pages, sinking deeper against the chair. Winter was on its way out, so much so that once they settled in the library, Hermione had removed her sweater, sitting in the chair across from him in just that tank top that hugged her body in all of the right places and was not doing any favors for his current mental state.

excerpt from Chapter 18 of Bound by Blood ✨

Thank you SO MUCH to incendiosketches for this incredible commission of this scene! It’s one of my favorites from Bound by Blood and having it come to life was a dream!!

I’ve also been holding onto this commission FOREVER and i’m so so excited to finally share it with you all 😂🖤 i hope you love it as much as i do!

[imtakenbytheview]

To All the Wizards I've Loved Before — Dramione fanfic on AO3

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TATWILB, a Dramione Eighth Year adaptation of To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, is now complete on AO3.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧—” 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮?”

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.”

If you like love letters, fake dating, a Crookshanks/Draco friendship, and post-war fluff (and, of course, the original movie/book), you’re in good company. 🫶

Cover 🎨: drawn by hand in Procreate + Canva + Waterlogue (which is fantastic + doesn’t use GAI)

[ginnyfics21]

NEW Chapter / NEW Artwork Commission

Ao3: The Art of Ascension by Ginnyfics21,

A Dramione fic, Rated E

Artwork commission by the lovely ameartthyst on IG

Excerpt from Chapter 48: A Work of Art

The creak of the door derailed her thoughts as she gasped and sat up in the bed. A tall shadow was just visible in the doorway before the door shut again and a whispered, “Muffliato,” broke the silence.

"Luminare," Hermione whispered, barely finding her voice as she pointed her wand towards the nearest lamp, a ball of light shooting into it and radiating from an orb under the lamp shade. 

Across the room, Draco was now clearly visible in the still dim lighting as he threw a set of black robes over the back of a chair. She blinked, trying to determine if it was real; if he was really here. Her heart was beating out of her ribcage and her breath had caught somewhere in the cavity of her chest that had been suffocating her for the last two weeks. And then reality came crashing down and she threw the covers off, Crookshanks meowing and jumping from the bed to sit pin-straight in the corner of the room. Hermione climbed out of bed and stomped up to Draco, hot tears in the corner of her eyes and fury on her features.

"Hermione—" he tried to say, but she had reached him now and her fists were balled and beating against his chest as barely discernible cries of how could you’s and you absolute idiot’s and I am so angry’s poured from her lips. His hands caught her wrists as he held one to his chest and the other firmly out of hitting distance. “Hermione,” he said again. “Please. Please don’t be angry. I’m back. I’m here. I’m sorry.”

"You’re alive," she dragged in a sharp breath. “I didn’t even know if you were alive.”

"Blaise was supposed to—"

"Blaise said you were okay ten days ago. I’ve had no idea—every day—I’ve been so—damn—worried. Terrified. Why?" Words had become so difficult as tears ran down her face and all of the emotions she’d felt for two weeks burst out of her.

"Hermione, I’m sorry—"

“You left,” the words spilled out with every angry, scorned and accusatory syllable and she finally pulled her arms back from his grip.

“I had to go. For you.”

[fics-by-noworriesifnot]

Ch3/19: “Lonely Souls.” (~’o’)~

My greatest fear is that I will post one of these out of sequence and not realise...

A bit to unpack here!! We're dipping our little toe into angsty waters... I hope you enjoy. This chapter was such a challenge. There was so much I wanted to convey in just a dozen slides.

I’m going to keep the text description just to Ao3 I think, going forward? It kept getting cut off here and I don’t have the kind of personality that can continue to let that happen.

[senlinyuwrites]

Chapter 34: The Strange Disappearance of Rita Skeeter

“What happened?” he finally asks.

She wets her lips. Her cheeks are burning, and she wants to ask if it looks bad.

“I was — practising spells, and one rebounded.” She forces an embarrassed smile. “Did it to myself. Stupid, right?”

There’s a long pause as she waits for him to react.

“You’re a terrible liar,” is all he says. His voice is soft, but there is something about him that feels angry but in a way she’s unfamiliar with.

He usually goes flat when first irritated, and then explodes when she manages to poke too hard. This is calmer, but far more dangerous than that.

“Who did this to you?”

Continue reading…

[nessalovesbooks]

Hi ✨

I’m back with another Dramione fanfic, and hell yeah I couldn’t miss this one in my collection! 🥰

I’m discovering more and more Dramione fics everyday, but The Right and Wrong series comes highly recommended by everyone, especially The Auction. ❤️

I’ve learned that you can read the The Auction as a standalone, but I’ll read it in the series order next year 😈

Have you read it? 🔮😍

The covers are inspired from covers by @jmbinding 👩‍🎨💗

Typeset by @stephysbindery 📖

Candle by @theabyssix 🕯️

Story by @lovesbitca8 🍂

[papercraneaudiobooks]

Creep by @cr0ftisprocrastinating 🎓🍂❤️

Chapter 1 is now available on Spotify! 🎙

[icepower55]

What You Know Is Wrong: Chapter 2

Ao3

Beautiful art by the amazing @asta-blackwart

[abraxas52]

Completed! Developing a Theory

Part II of The Philomath & The Vindicated Series Available now on Ao3

Join me as I branch out into magic like you’ve never seen. A long forgotten werewolf pack, a noble society of sirens from the Aegean Sea, a secret village of fairies, Gods of an ancient time and friends from a great Academy of Magic. Hermione and Draco have their work cut out for them.

[rainreignrayn]

"His exhale was harsh on her lips. 

She refused to look at his.

In a surge of pure Gryffindor courage, Hermione straightened, but did nothing to change the distance between them. “Who cares, Draco?” she murmured, letting her nose skim the tip of his.

His arms came up on either side of her, locking her to the railing. He took a step closer, if that was even possible. “You’re going,” he breathed lowly, “to get yourself killed.”

She was drunk on him, on his forearms barring her waist, on his quiet rage at her.

She had barely tilted her head up when he pulled her into him and took her mouth as his.

He became everything. The blood in her veins, the thread of her clothing, the star-soaked breeze enveloping them both."

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I have no words. @incendiosketches has truly outdone herself. I've received so much support with Obliviate, and I'm so excited to see where this goes. This artwork is from Chapter 13 of Obliviate - Draco and Hermione's first kiss, at 3am in the Astronomy Tower as Theo and Blaise are covered in paint and asleep on the floor. I've dreamed of this for years, and I'm finally able to see it with my own eyes.

The detail!! The moonlight! The paintbrush in her hair, the ring, the pattern of his pants!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Jane. You are incredibly talented. Everybody go show her some support!!

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@rainreignrayn on ao3, tumblr, and instagram. the link to obliviate is in my bio!

[snortinglavender]

an alliance forms between Draco and Hermione

“Truce?” she asked, holding her pinky out. 

“What am I supposed to do with that?” Draco asked, looking at her hand like it was a new, never-seen-before magical creature.

“Wrap your pinky around mine. It’s called a pinky promise.”

“And what are we pinky promising for?” 

“To no longer judge one another. To no longer assume things about one another. To be friends and to try to survive this term together.”

Draco nodded as he wrapped his pinky around hers. Hermione pulled their hands to her mouth and kissed her hand, Draco jerking back at the seemingly loving gesture. 

“What was that?” 

“You have to kiss it to lock in the promise,” Hermione laughed.

“Muggles are so strange,” he said, but pulled their hands to his mouth, pressing his lips to his hand. A jolt zinged down Hermione’s body at the action, thrilled at the fact that he was indulging her in a silly muggle tradition. The fact that he did made her think that maybe – just maybe – this arrangement with him could work out after all. 

They dropped their hands and Hermione laid back on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

“A pinky promise is more binding than an Unbreakable Vow, I’ll have you know,” Hermione teased with a slight smile on her face. “You’re really stuck with me now.”

A soft laugh that Draco tried and failed to disguise as a scoff filled the space between him before he replied: “Consider me bound, Granger.” 

read Chapter 12 of Bound by Blood.

[imtakenbytheview]

To All the Wizards I've Loved Before — Dramione fanfic on AO3

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IT’S HERE! Chapter 1 of TATWILB, my new Dramione Eighth Year adaptation of To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, is now live on AO3.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧—” 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮?”

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘭. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺.”

If you like love letters, fake dating, a Crookshanks/Draco friendship, and post-war fluff (and, of course, the original movie/book), you’re in good company. This will be 5-6 chapters and regularly updated. I hope you follow along and enjoy! 🫶

Cover 🎨: drawn by hand in Procreate (yes, I was pretty excited about this!) + Canva + Waterlogue (which is fantastic + doesn’t use GAI)

[ginnyfics21]

The Art of Ascension, by GinnyFics21 Dramione, Post-War, Aurors NEW Chapter 62/63 296K Words, Rated E.

Ao3 Summary:

Ten years after the fall of Voldemort, Auror Draco and Detective Hermione are partnered together on the Ministry’s high profile case hinting at a Death Eater resurgence. Can they put the pieces together to stop it as the plot unfolds and secrets unravel between them?

“I know what you did, Malfoy; what you sacrificed,” Hermione said quietly. “There is good in you somewhere, if you’ll let yourself see it.”

His eyes were dark, unreadable and calculating as he stared back at her, “I may be on the side of the angels, Granger, but don’t think—for one second—that I am one of them.” **

**A fic written around this particular quote from Sherlock.

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For the penultimate chapter of my WIP, I commissioned this beautiful comic strip fan art of my Ao3 summary snippet from an artist who goes by the penname RIE. Check out the fic on Ao3!

[iam-rosetta]

If you haven't read Manacled by Senlinyu then I need you to read it ASAP! I'm not joking when I say this is my absolute favorite Dramione fanfiction. Maybe is not everyone's cup of team but I urge you to at least take a sip. It's the best trainwreck ever if angst is your thing

[importantearthquakebrot]

Love & Other Historical Accidents by PacificRimbaud

Read for free on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21496525

Thank you to @gingerhuneybee for allowing me to use her beautiful artwork. And a huge thank you to hana_bob for her indepth videos on how to create typesets and bind books!

*Cover was inspired by the bookishbae87 on tiktok*

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 28

Draco grinned as Granger stepped into his office for a change. She hasn’t visited him since the day she died. She used to visit him daily. She used to bring him scones and coffee and now she brought him her body.

“Good, I was just thinking about lunch.” Draco pushed away from his desk and loosened the tie around his neck.

“I’m not here to have sex.” She frowned, locking the door behind her.

“Do blowjobs count as sex?” He asked, standing from his chair. She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest as she approached his desk.

“We need to talk about yesterday.”

He dropped his hands from his tie and nodded. “Which part? The part where I got into a bar fight, or—”

“How about the part where we found out someone is trying to kill you?” She cut him off, her eyes narrowing in on him in challenge.

He grimaced and shook his head. “How about we talk about the fact that we’re going to get married, instead?”

She paled slightly, her arms uncross and her hands fidget at her sides. “I didn’t say yes.”

“But you didn’t say no, either.”

She sighed. “I literally just ended an engagement, Malfoy. Agreeing to marry you now would feel wrong.”

His lip curled as he pushes himself around his desk. “Why?”

“Because we just started dating.” She threw a hand up, exasperated.

He caught her hand and pulled her into him. “We’re not just dating. We could never just date.” He didn’t just date. Not her, not ever.

She lowered her eyes and shook her head. “Marriage isn’t forever.” She’s thinking about her parents, again. About her own failed relationship to her almost husband.

“It is for a Malfoy. It is for me.”

She’s so beautiful, the way she blinks up at him. Her tender little mouth pulling to the side, the way she’s not actively freaking out about him wanting to marry her. But she isn’t going to bend so easily to his will. He knows this, she knows this.

Still, he wants her. Despite his fears and his doubts and her plans to have red headed, freckled children. She could have his, as many or as little as she liked. He didn’t mind, as a matter of fact, the idea intrigued him.

He recalled spilling his seed into her last night and the night before, and how she didn’t panic. She didn’t mention it. She must be taking a potion.

“I’ll make you a deal.” He squints down at her, at the lip she keeps dragging between her teeth.

She doesn’t ask him to go on, she just stares at him, anticipating whatever he might come up with. He’s been known to be unpredictable, sure, but she never seemed to mind.

“I’ll drop the marriage thing,” For now, left implied. “If you let me move you out of that little dungeon built for goblins that you call a flat.”

Granger huffed and threw her head back, staring at the ceiling to his office. It was charmed with a brilliant night sky. “I can’t.”

She can’t afford to live anywhere else. She turned down all of the endorsements offered to her, she left the war broken and penniless. But she insisted on making her own way.

He was used to women wanting more than just his company. He was used to people wanting to pick little pieces of him off and take them home like a souvenir. Sometimes, he gave them willingly, drunk and desperate for something that resembled affection.

Dinner at the swankiest part of town, take it.

A necklace made of pearls or gold, have at it.

A weekend in Paris, fine.

As long as it came with something that resembled love and adoration, even if just a glimpse.

Granger looked at him with the kind of adoration he didn’t realize he had craved until he met her. Again, as grown up and wadded up paper towels that had been used and abused with the snot of an entire society’s war. All of the hate and neglect flung from their greedy little nostrils and into their young, paper thin skin. They were lost little children of war and some of the scars were there before the first curse was shot from a wand. Long before the dark lord had returned, the war had already began and Draco was so fucking shriveled and twisted, he didn’t know what love felt like. Not hers.

But now he did and it was addicting, she was addicting. Draco was addicted to her and her body, her voice, everything that was Hermione Granger was his weakness. It was his chosen vice.

And that was when he started to loathe the sultry looks from across a bar or a party, where they saw his name and his money before they saw the broken shell of a man that he was.

Granger saw it all. And she still loved him. Adored him. Even when she chose Weasley over him, she adored him. He knew this because of all those unspoken words and looks that clung to the molecules of oxygen between them, constantly, perpetually.

Sometimes, he knew it because she would find ways to talk to him, to seek him out or owl him if he was at home or out and about.

Like how she had picked up a new book and thought he might enjoy it. It was why he enjoyed the book on her desk so much. It was why he had taken to muggle poets. They were so sad and broken, powerless, void of magic.

Only love and angst and hate filled their veins, it was beautiful.

“Of course you can.” He finally said, smiling down at her. “If you are worried about the money, don’t be. You can pay me back whenever you want.”

She laughed derisively and straightened her neck to glare at him. “I will never be able to pay you back, don’t you get it!”

“Granger, love.” He grinned and slid his hand to her neck, clasping onto her, hauling her closer as he lowered his lips to her face. “You already have.”

“How?” Her eyes fluttered shut, the way they always do, as their lips brushed.

“You came back to life for me.”

“Ugh,” she pulled away and squeezed her eyes shut. “There you go again!” She turned away and covered her face. “You keep saying all of these crazy things. These crazy, perfect things!” She looked stricken with fury and awe as she dropped her hands to her side. She looked up at him. “How did this even happen?” She stepped back into him, her hands went to his cheeks, cradling his face like it was spun from the clouds, like she had caught something rare and unique. “How did you turn into this?”

“And what is this, love?” He tilted his head, absorbing some of her warmth into his cheek.

“It’s…it’s everything.” Life and death, sinner and saint. It was all here, between them, fragmented souls strewn between two bodies. “You’re everything.” She was near tears, but refused to let them fall.

He shook his head. “I’m just yours.”

“All this time,” she sighed. He kissed her mouth once, gently. “All this time it should have been you.” And then she was pulling him back to her. Her lips were soft and firm, pushing his apart, drinking him in.

He broke the kiss, took a deep breath and said, “Is that a yes?”

She growled against his mouth and hauled him back into her, her tongue demanding and teasing. That little mouth and that little tongue could get him to do anything, he was certain of it. Soft and warm. Everything about this witch was soft and warm.

He took it as a yes.

Later, he would tell her that he was already weeding through the department, waiting for a call to come in, watching the staff through the eyes of others. Sometimes, he would move around the department unnnoticed, angrily scowling, while listening to conversations hushed and murmured.

Other times, he’d pick the weakest minds to break into and watched everyone from their perspective.

Most people talked about him and Weasley fighting. They whispered about the gossip of Draco stealing the Golden Girl. Of corrupting her, manipulating her.

They poured their sympathy into Weasley, unaware of the reality they were ignorantly and willingly blind to.

Nobody spoke a word about the need to kill him. Goldstein quivered in his presence, he winced away from Granger. Weasley slowly ripped him apart with his eyes, his knuckles always tight, his hands bundled into fists. He avoided Potter and sometimes, he watched Granger. Sometimes from behind a wall, or a door.

Eventually, Draco would need to bring Pansy into the mix. She was a master at manipulation. She was a master at gossip. Attracting it, spreading it. It was her specialty.

But for now, he would handle the situation.

For now, he was enjoying the feel of Grangers hands on his body as she lowered herself to her knees and wrapped her mouth around his cock. For now, he was going to absorb all of the goodness that leaked out of her. From her soul, her hands, her mouth. Let it spread into his cock, his groin, his heart. He’d take it all and give it back to her again and again, more and more.

He’d give it all if that was what she wanted.