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âYou donât like me, and I certainly donât have fond memories of you either, but our children seem to care for each other. For them, I am willing to put aside my differences, if you are, Malfoy.â
âI wouldnât say I donât like you. I hardly know you, Granger. But youâre right. For Scorpius and Rose, I am willing to not not like youâ
âFor Scorpius and Rose,â Hermione nodded.
The Stowaway Malfoy by @writetimewrongmuse, available on AO3
Cover Art by @aplthree
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đLovegood's Love Cure đ a Dramione commission :) I had the lovely opportunity to make this piece for Blakeley, the author of Lovegood's Love Cure. It is a fun-loving fic set in 8th year, where Luna creates a match-making quiz for her friends.
I recommend reading it if you want something less heartbreaking than the usual HP fics. Lord knows we need to be happy sometimes :) And this made me happy âš Thank you, Blakeley, for this commission. And as usual to everyone; I am available for work, just click on the link in the commission post, pinned at the top of my blog đ Have a lovely day everyone! Magical wishes, Fleur
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THIS MEANS WAR - DRAMIONE
Hermione Granger, the visionary determined to reform the Ministry of Magic, faces her greatest challenge yet: Draco Malfoy, the once-villain now transformed into a formidable rival for Minister of Magic. As they duel on the debate stage and engage in political maneuvering behind the scenes, their rivalry takes a personal turnâone neither of them saw coming.
Old wounds resurface, but so do unspoken feelings, as Hermione and Draco are drawn into a battle not just for power, but for control over their own hearts.
The stakes are high, and the outcome is anything but certain. In the race for leadership, who will emerge victoriousâand what will they sacrifice along the way?
*NEW FIC ALERT*
AVAILABLE HERE
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It was the right thing to doâŠđ€
The Auction by: @lovesbitca8
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Hermione walks to the edge. Rusty snags squirm above, and Hermione's veins freeze as she thinks about yesterday. The distance between the ragged bars of the balcony and the stairs seems insurmountable to her in daylight and normal weather.
She hears the screams of seagulls and casts her eyes down to the black cliffs below. Thousands of needles hide in the blue of the raging sea, gathering into a huge giant, scattering crumbs of rock beneath the crests of the waves. Hermione had never seen such a blue-black sea. The marshy edging of the waves crashed against the crumbs of rock time after time. The dark sea water frightens her, as does the point of the rock peering menacingly into the tower. As she circles the floor, she realizes that there is not a single peace of land on the other side. The tower is the only thing separating her and Parkinson from the sea tentacles.
Her stomach jerks sharply downward in despair, and she sighs. No one and nothing.
She peeks down through the bars, peering up at the enormous structure on which the tower stands. Downstairs is still approximately four floors. Up one, maybe two.
Prometheus.
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Hello Twt Friends đ„ș
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YOU CAN READ THE EPILOGUE OF JAMAIS VU HERE!
After a fall (from the worldâs smallest step-ladder, mind you) Draco lost his memories, and all he can remember was his life as a teenager in the middle of a war. It was certainly going to be hard to adapt to this new life he knew nothing about â especially considering that he was married to Hermione Granger, of all people.
**COMPLETE! (+ an epilogue!)đ€đ€đ€**
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He knows that helping her won't take it back, won't take back the tower, won't take back the death, won't take back the scar on her arm and the tattoo on his, but it eases his breath, if only a bit. He'd do anything to be able to breathe again.
#dramione#dramioneedit#dramionefic#dramione fic#dramione edit#harry potter#mine#my fic#deleted#update: srry i've removed this work from ao3#it may go back up if i ever finish it#srry to anyone who was reading- i just realized i could not commit to it at this time#if it ever goes back up it will only be after i am completely done with it#this is how i work best (not posting until i am done drafting) and i didn't listen to my own intuition on this one
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Taylor said âI donât start shit but I can tell you how it endsâ. I am the polar opposite. I can tell you exactly how my fic starts and a million other things in the middle but I have no idea how it ends
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When Hermione & Draco are forced to play the part of a perfect newly-wed couple on their newest mission for The DoM, they discover that pretending to be in love might just be their most dangerous mission yet.
In honour of Chestnut1992âs birthday! Happy Birthday Darling đ
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58127260/chapters/147993388
Read if you like:
đȘ Assassins Draco and Hermione
đȘ Physical Fighting as Foreplay
đȘ Eventual Smut
đȘ Pining Draco
đȘ Abuse of the term âMy Wifeâ
đȘ Oblivious Hermione
đȘ Chaotic Theo does âšChaosâš
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Despite his intolerable presence, she became very aware of the sense of protection he had over her. Perhaps it was, like he had said, his duty as the head of the Malfoy House.
But, remembering Draco from his time at Hogwarts, she found that she was always very fond of the way he was protective of the girls in his house. Pansy, Astoria, Daphne â Parkinson and Greengrass.
Ah, pureblood princesses.
Thatâs what they had in common.
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18605167/chapters/128899987
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Mione
Mione https://ift.tt/b2DalZ1 by DramioneFics Hermione Granger doesnât have the easiest life. On the daily she has to deal with her miserable father hating her guts, and she canât tell a single soul. The only thing she does to cope with her struggles is write about her hopeless crush on Draco Malfoy in her precious journal. A hopeless crush that turns into something dangerously close to an obsessive love, if only she could see what kind of person Draco truly was behind the façade of the perfect school prince. Blinded by his good looks and wealth, she finds herself trapped in a sick game where she's the puppet being controlled by his strings. It seems like everyone wants her to stay away from him, but Mione, as Draco likes to call her, just canât seem to get enough of his addicting presence. In Hermioneâs world, her father is the biggest villain in her life, but in reality, Draco is the one that will one day destroy her. Words: 3740, Chapters: 1/30, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Crush, Crush at First Sight, Love at First Sight, Unrequited Love, Bully Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Being an Asshole, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Rich Draco Malfoy, Pining Hermione Granger, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Stalking, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - No Battle of Hogwarts, Alternate Universe- No Supernatural, Hurt Hermione Granger, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Public Humiliation, Eventual Relationships, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Teen Romance, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Sadism, Evil Draco Malfoy, they are both sick, hermione has an obsession, draco plays with her feelings, Dark, Bullying, Toxic Draco Malfoy, Unhealthy Relationships via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/N1UlewP August 30, 2023 at 08:02AM
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âSuch a heat," Malfoy ignored her question. âGoblin.â
âMmm... yeah," Hermione muttered, starting to pull out a notebook. âSo, as for the interview... I think we could go over a few sections for questions, and then pick the most interesting ones afterward. Of course, if you want to get through this faster, I can compile it all myself and...â
âGranger?â
âUh-huh?â
âWhy did you leave then?â
Godric. What's on his mind?
âI'm sorry?â Hermione pulls weakly.
âYou got it," low, insistent.
âI..." she struggles to find the words. âLook, uhâŠâ
She falls silent, but Malfoy pretends to listen intently. Hermione wonders what the hell is going on in his head right now.
There's no point in denying it, is there?
A heavy sigh comes out, and every word is drawn out and extremely awkward:
âCan we just forget about what happened? Okay? You're our client, and I have to maintain a strictly working relationship with you. The best option is for both of us to pretend it never happened.â
âHmm," Malfoy squinted. âAnd if we don't maintain a working relationship, then...?â
âWhat do you mean, not maintaining a working relationship?â Hermione asks sharply. âI can't...â
âCan't what?â
She feels like yelling at him.
She pressed her lips together in annoyance. *ucking Malfoy.
âI'll lose my job if...â
âIf you *uck me?â
A hot wave is born in my lower abdomen to blast heat all over my body. Oh, God. Had Malfoy really said that to her face? She hadn't heard it.
âWhat did you say?â Hermione says confusingly.
âYou'll still get the interview even if you *uck me, and this way this useless endeavor will at least be fun. Itâs a win-win situation. Don't you agree?
Read Wings, Ink, Love on ao3.
Chapter 3 posted.
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Head Boy and Girl! Dramione
When Hermione Granger decides to complete her Hogwarts education and return for an eighth year, she has no reason to believe she will not be head girl. Itâs the perfect image: war heroine returns to lead Hogwarts into a new era. Sheâs dreading the spotlight, the attention, the reverence the position will bring. Even though she fought a war for the right to exist, she wants nothing more than to disappear when she thinks about walking through the hallways with a gleaming gold badge plastered on her chest.
When Draco Malfoy receives his reduced sentence, some part of him wishes he could just go to Azkaban. At least there he could be alone, isolated in his self-hatred. He reads the dreaded words âreturn to Hogwarts to complete his final yearâ over and over and over and wishes more than anything that he could just be invisible. He knows he wonât be. With his hair, his height, his family name, Draco Malfoy could never disappear into the periphery.
They both pack their trunks slowly, reluctantly, lethargically. For the first time in her life, Hermione dreads school. Draco dreads the return more, having to walk through the same hallways that Death Eaters stalked, the same hallways in which innocents were murdered. But they both go, arrive at the station, go to their compartments, go through the motions.
Hermione is alone at the station for the first time in her life. She sees him across the way, and some part of her recognizes some part of him. She looks away quickly before their eyes can meet, rushes onto the train, hoping to find Ginny or Neville or Luna. Harry and Ron do not return with her. She doesnât know if that is good or bad or neutral.
They are having an easier time of adjusting, of imagining futures and making plans. She frequently finds herself stuck in memories. Itâs not to say they were not impacted by their prolonged adolescent trauma. They just have people to turn to. Harry has Ginny, Ron his siblings and mother and father. Hermione canât bring herself to insert herself into a broken family, and her parents are still blissfully unaware in Australia. She knows the charms she cast on them were permanent. She doesnât think she can deal with the heartbreak of trying to find an impossible answer.
And no matter how much she fears seeing Hogwarts, being in Hogwarts, she is also desperate for something familiar. Somewhere where she can go through the motions of studying and writing and studying and dressing. Somewhere where she will have very few large choices to make. Of course, she has forgotten she is Hermione Granger, that trouble and difficulty and challenge find her regardless of her desires.
McGonagall passes her the Head Girl badge, which she accepts with falsified pleasure and humility. She scours the Great Hall, searching for her male counterpart, scanning the room for a seventh year boy proudly flashing his golden ticket. She canât find it anywhere. Strange. She sits down at Gryffindor table, slips into conversation, loses herself in words. She forgets, just for a moment, who she is.
She learns who Head Boy is during McGonagallâs speech. Was is intentional, springing Draco Malfoy on her when sheâs surrounded, unable to react? Or did the old woman simply assume that Hermione would adapt and excel as she always has. Regardless, when Hermione hears the name, she canât breathe and her eyes dart to Slytherin table and meet frozen gray ones and sheâs caught between screaming and laughing because who thought this was a good idea?
They meet in the Headmistressâ office after the feast. They stand straight-backed, rigid next to each other, giving perfunctory nods and smiles. Every so often, McGonnagal cocks her head, perhaps due to curiosity or fear or wonder, as both of them absolutely refuse to acknowledge the other. When they are dismissed, they turn in tandem toward the door. Hermione tries to escape first, desperate to escape the inevitable awkwardness of him slamming the door in her face. She freezes when the door opens for her. She drags her eyes up from the ground, golden brown meeting icy gray, and this time sheâs not cold or terrified. Sheâs breathless, in a different way.
It starts with little things, just like the door. Little things where she cant breath for a second because it doesnât make any sense. He hands her an extra quill when sheâs digging through her bag desperately to find one. He absentmindedly picks up her bag when they leave a meeting to go to the same class. He picks up her favorite chocolatesâand just how does he know her favorite?âfrom Honeydukes. And she doesnât ever reciprocate, because every time he does something, sheâs shocked. She convinces herself itâs because heâs a Pureblood gentleman, that he isnât really thinking about her.
In return, she notices him. She tosses him a grin when he gives an EXTREMELY attractive right answer in potions. She grabs his hand before her mind can react when someone calls him a death eater in the hallways. She blushes a furious red when he defends her against taunts, raising grateful eyes to meet his.
Theyâre engaged in an impossible dance, giving what they can, relishing what the other gives, accepting that neither of them is sure or confident or ok enough to give more. For a while, tiny tidbits of something are sufficient, and then suddenly they are anything but. Hermione no longer stops herself from reacting. Instead of actions, they begin trading words.
And they are total idiots, so they only way they ever stop obliviously circling each otherâto the utter dismay of all their classmatesâis for catastrophe to strike. Itâs not in potions, where they brew immaculate potions silently and in sync. Itâs not in DADA, where they duel beautifully, trading spells and continuing their ice-cold distance. They are polite, cordial, rarely emotional and never blunt.
Yes, the professors keep pairing them together, not because they are good partners, but because they are hoping to force their hands. Yes, their classmates find ways to trap them or trick them, but their mutual fear is so strong they manage to escape these perfect opportunities with only blushing cheeks and burning eyes and bitten lips.
No, itâs when an eighth-year prefect from Ravenclaw House mutters, âMudblood bitch thinks she can push us all around, eh?â to Draco that things really begin. She hears, even from across the table, and her cheeks flush even as she continues to confidently outline her and Dracoâs plans. For all the talk of Slytherin being reserved, of biding their time, Draco forsakes the traits of his house. He turns turn the boy beside him and punches himâquite nicely, he would addâthrough the jaw. Hermione stops talking, shocked, silent like all the other prefects. Sheâs not shocked by the violence, or by the comment, of course not. She is shocked by him.
Heâs breathing hard, chest rising and falling in dangerously rapid waves, staring down at the boy who is clutching his jaw and swearing at him from his spot on the ground. His mind is blank, and maybe heâs shocked too. He didnât expect himself to react in that way. Maybe he didnât expect himself to react at all.
Hermione certainly didnât expect him to react. Even after all the little somethings, she was never quite sure because he never said it. He never apologizedâwhich of course she did not expectâbut he also didnt articulate a change in opinion. Yes, she knew he didnât use that word anymore and he wasnât cruel but some part of her thought prejudice like that was sewn into his bones. And maybe, she thinks, it really is. But maybe his something for her is enough to overcome it, to rewrite it.
As she is lost in her thoughts and her shock and her confused, slightly guilty pleasure, she watches the scene unfold as though from afar. Heâs talking to her and the boy is still on the ground screaming things about death eaters and expulsion and Hermioneâs desperately wants to break out of her fugue to comment on his hypocrisy but she canât. Sheâs watching his mouth move in front of her face and his silver eyes dart nervously searching for a reaction. Sheâs transfixed. And then sheâs not. And then sheâs threading her arms around his neck and pulling him down and sheâs kissing him.
He freezes for a moment. Is this real? Is this ok? Is this really real? And then reality comes back and he realized sheâs actually kissing him and heâs kissing her and theyâre in front of a large group of prefects who are silent. She pulls back, blushing terribly but eyes unashamed, daring him to say something. Or maybe to say more than something.
Hermione Granger was never one to wait for the bloke to make the first move, so she gives him more-than-something first.
âEveryone get out. The heads need to discuss what to do about this incident.â Her tone is authoritative and strongly contradicts the embarrassed blush covering her face and spreading dow her collarbones. No one argues. And then they are alone. She turns to him.
âThank you forâŠââshe struggles to find the right word, âfor standing up for me. I appreciate it. AndâŠI apologize forâŠumâ
Heâs been staring at her this whole time, but as she starts to mumble and go quiet with nervousness he starts to smirk.
âOh, donât try to get out of this, Granger. You just snogged me in front of everyone. Itâs much too late to back out.â
She wants to scream. Heâs teasing her, she knows, and she can read between the lines but damn it she just wants him to say the words and give her more than something because she doesnât want to have to guess on a thing like this.
Maybe he sees her desperation. Or maybe he doesnât know what to say. He steps into her, cups her face between his hands, and kisses her. Not urgently like she did, but slowly and prettily and despairingly. The kiss says Iâm sorry and I want this and I want you and tell me to stop now because otherwise I will keep going.
Theyâve spent the whole year communicating without words. And, in this moment, they both agree to continue on a little longer as they have been. There are years ahead of them to talk and discuss and argue. Right now, they are content to just be, to communicate with hands and lips and eyes. Because itâs something, and something is all they could ask for and all they can gives
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READ CHAPTER 3 OF YULE STORM HERE!
Summary: Out in the middle of nowhere, during a terrible winter storm, Hermione believed she was going to spend the Yule Season alone with her cat. Until a certain wizard and his son came knocking at her door, begging her for a place to spend the night and suddenly all of her plans for the holidays were thrown out the window.
*Updates every Sunday!*
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I'm good with my reading choices. I know who I am.
I feel personally attacked.
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