#dramionefluff

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Parents!Dramione

Hermione was born to be a mother. She spent seven years of her young life being a surrogate mother to a boy who was just as alone in the magical world as she was, and somehow she managed to get him through it alive. She planned and protected and made lists and defended and attacked. Everyone lived. When suddenly, the need to protect and care for was gone, she couldn’t help but feel the void.

But she was a woman of many passions, and she was loath to throw herself at men just to get married and have children. She resolved to wait, to work and pursue her goals and hope beyond all else that the world had something wonderful in store for her. She had grown up with nurturing, kind, in-love parents, and she wanted to create that for her future children, her future family.

Draco Malfoy believes he ruins everything he touches. In his more cynical moments, he’d cite a blackened plant or a forgotten pet ant. At the bottom of a bottle, or at the end of the night, he’d conjure terrible memories of tortured classmates, broken cabinets, maniacs unleashed on his school.

And though he loves his mother and father beyond all else, he also views that as a flaw. How can he love the man who manipulated him, showed him little love in return, led his mother into a cult of murderers? But he does, and he’s given up trying to stop. He loves his mother because she is the person who taught him how to love, to worry for others, to protect your own. Narcissa Malfoy taught him sacrifice, the pain of loving those who don’t deserve your heart, and the danger of devotion.

Draco Malfoy has allowed himself to hope for a wife, to find a woman willing to accept and love with his flaws and to allow him to live in the future. Who knows his past and still looks upon the different person he has become without judgement. But he has never, ever desired or dreamed of having children. He’s convinced of his own darkness, so much that he’s too terrified to even imagine the possibility of progeny. Of continuing his bloodline. And maybe the Malfoys shouldn’t be allowed to continue, he thinks.

When he meets Hermione again, at work of course, she never even gives him a chance to defend himself.

“I just want you to know, Malfoy, that I forgave you years ago. We were children. And I truly don’t know you. So, can we be friends? Coworkers?” The way her voice goes timid, quiet at the end, doubting his response, breaks his heart a little.

He stutters an “of course”, eyes looking anywhere but her face, hands clenched in confusion. He feels a bit cheated, like his apology should have come first. But he also feels like a burden has been lifted—she didn’t need anything from him to come to forgiveness. He’s more confused than anything. He can’t fathom that type of kindness. He’s fascinated. And utterly screwed, he soon finds out.

He eventually breaks and asks her to dinner, and is met with a smirk that he knows so well it terrifies him. When did Hermione Granger become so...confident? Powerful? Crazy? He’s not sure what to do with her, but he also can’t look away.

They go on a date, and then another, and then a weekend away, and the rest is history. Then, as their one year anniversary approaches, he notices something strange. She’s started to fidget, to stare at him too long, to watch him when she thinks he isn’t looking.

At dinner, she reveals her dilemma, laid out in such a rational, organized way that it could only come from Hermione Granger.

“Draco, I love you. You-you know that. Of course you do,” she mutters, chastising herself and taking a deep breath, “I love you. And we’ve been talking about getting married. I’d love nothing more in the world than to be your wife. But there is something we need to talk about before we—before we go any further.” She ends, resolute and confident. Shockingly, he’s never been more relaxed. He will give her anything and everything, so long as she stops looking at him the way she is now. Afraid. Uncertain.

Another deep breath, and then a deep dive. “I’ve always wanted children. Always. And I just want to—“ she hesitates, as though looking for the right word, and then proceeds carefully, “discuss this now.” Her eyes are so wide, so bright, he’s almost stunted from the frozen, numb stance he reverted to upon heard the word “children”.

He can hear his heart beating behind his forehead, can feel the tips of his toes clenching and unclenching voluntarily. To respond, or not to respond. How inappropriate would it be to get up and run away? Would apparition be possible?

He feels a hand, warm and gentle, against his own. He looks up, or really out, to see her, gazing at him with sympathy. With forgiveness. But also with determination.

“Please, Draco. Just tell me what you’re thinking. Please just don’t shut down on me.” His chest clenches at the plea that hangs from every one of her syllables.

So they talk. In the middle of a crowded restaurant, he recounts a distant, manipulative, often times cruel father. He explains lessons on detachment and dominance. He tells about a mother who tried to teach him another way. He explains the burden of guilt, the fear of darkness within him that he can’t control.

She listens. She doesn’t cry, even though she wants to. She doesn’t tell him it’s not true, because that’s not the truth to him. She just listens, and to him it’s not just forgiveness. He already has that—if not from himself, than at least from her. It’s healing.

“And I’m too afraid to even think about having kids. I love you, Granger, I’m sure of it. But I don’t know if I can do this with you. I don’t know if I can give you the family you deserve.”

He says these words, and even as they leave his mouth and grace her ears and change her face he wonders if they will always be true. He knows they are true right now, but something about her and him and them together makes him believe it could someday be different.

She smiles, a bit of a sad smile, nodding, her head dropping on his shoulders and her fingers tapping a secret melody on his back. She whispers something, and his heart finally beats again, and he realizes he’s been holding his breath this whole time.

“I can wait. Or I can change. We can change and grow and decide together. I just know I want to do it all with you.”

And maybe they never have children. Maybe they are simply doting aunts and uncles who spoil the children of their friends. Maybe they adopt. But whatever they do, they do independently of their past. Together, they resolve to move forward and give themselves a chance at something pure, unburdened, and beautifully unexpected.

[samadiw]

When Draco loves Hermione's hair! ❤

Secret feelings and stupid excuses to talk to each other. 😂

HAPPY MONDAY! 😍🔥

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Dramione

this is really super short but its my first one so here. its during the war//

The tall, blonde slytherin ran by with his black hooded robes swooshing in his wake. The war seemed to never end. He ran closer and closer, through the bangs and flashing green lights of the killing curse, to the sobs and whimpers he could have recognized anywhere. He barged through the heavy door, and she whipped around to face him, her bushy hair spinning around her and cascading down her back. But all he noticed were her swollen red eyes and the tears streaming down her cheeks. He stood staring for a moment before she collapsed to her knees sitting on the feet, weeping. He ran to her and sat down in front of her, pulling her to his chest. “Shh. Granger, stop crying. It’ll be over soon, but you have to stop crying.” He whispered into her hair, pulling her into a tight embrace with one hand warped around her waist and one hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer. // first short little dramione fic!!

[samadiw]

Saturday drabble and art to go with it! ❤

Hand drawn and coloured. ✏✒

Added a filter to bring out the autumn feeling. 🍂🍁

A big thank you to the awesome @spuffycarrie @scdramione.

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On a weekend trip to Hogsmeade.

"You know you're my everything, right?" He takes her hand in his, warming her fingers by blowing on them.

"I bet you say that to all the girls, Malfoy," Hermione huffed.

Draco whispered, "No, believe me when I say there's only you."

He tugs on the back of her jacket. "Don't play with me, Granger, you know how I feel, haven't I always been honest?"

Hermione answered swiftly, "Too honest and I'm honestly not sure if I'm ready for all this. Love, a relationship, the ire of everyone we've ever known."

He pleaded, "Isn't it worth it though, for it to be us? For just a hint of happiness?"

Hermione leans against his firm chest and closes her eyes, the crisp autumn air swirls around them.

"It is worth it, Draco. I treasure every second with you."

A content smile spread across his handsome face.

[samadiw]

The Final Chapter of RAISING NOAH is up!

It is with a heavy heart, I conclude my first fluffy fic.

This fic is dedicated to my beautiful daughters who give me a bloody awesome reason to love life. ❤❤

It was an ABSOLUTE BLAST to write it. 😍

I hope everyone enjoyed reading it. ❤

A special hug and thank you to Carrie @scdramione for being my sounding board. 🤗

HAPPY READING. 🥰

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Noah kicked his little legs and tried to get as close as possible to Draco's chest.

Draco rounded on Hermione, "Can I talk to you?"

Hermione forced a smile, and excused herself, "We will be right back, Ron."

Ron plonked himself down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

The second they were alone, Draco turned on Hermione and hissed, "What the hell is going on? Why are you and Weasley playing house?"

Hermione kept her voice low, "What?"

Draco stared at her in the face, "Are you fucking him?"

She sneered, "You come back after days away with your ex-girlfriend and you have the audacity to question any relationship I have with Ron?"

He shot back, "I wanted you to come with me before you went all bat crazy."

He added viciously, "Besides, I will question any man you date because that tosser will be around my son."

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "Are you trying to imply that I would date a man who would harm Noah? Ron cares about him."

Draco widened his eyes in shock, "Wait! Are you dating him then?"

She sighed, "No."

He pointed out of the room, "Why the sudden interest in Noah?"

Hermione shrugged, "Maybe because he likes children."

Draco mocked adapting her voice, "Oh, maybe he likes children, I do not give a flying fuck."

She stared at him in loathing, "Are you done with your little visit?"

He scoffed, "Now you're kicking me out?"

Hermione frowned, "No, I'm asking you to leave so I can have a peaceful evening."

Unable to mask the bubbling contempt, Draco fired back, "With him?"

He kissed Noah's forehead and stared her down, "Tell him to bugger off and I'll leave when I'm good and ready."

She glowered, "Must you be such an arrogant twat?"

Draco retorted importantly, "I came to spend time with my son."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26936011/chapters/68513127

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13716884/20/

[samadiw]

**COMING SOON!**

A fluffy, smutty, Dramione fic with slight angst.

"RAISING NOAH"

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"I'll go but you wont forget our night together, Granger..."

"Neither will you, Malfoy..."

He kissed her one last time.

They almost ended up in bed again...

Almost....

He was right about never forgetting it.

Malfoy was going to be a father, more importantly, the father to her baby.

Heaven help her....

@scdramione

[samadiw]

RAISING NOAH ❤

Chapter 13 is up!

Fluffy goodness. 😍

HAPPY READING! 🥰

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Hermione took a deep breath and reached over and squeezed his hand, "Draco, we need to talk about..."

The loud ringing of his phone travelled through the flat.

He pushed back his chair and sped in its direction before the blaring noise woke up their son and interrupted the blissful moment he was sharing with the woman of his dreams.

Us! She thought miserably biting into a fresh bread roll.

Blast the phone.

Minutes dragged on and Hermione adjusted uncomfortably on the chair, her thong was wedged deep inside the crack of her arse and she desperately wanted to pull it out.

Just when she reached under her dress to do so, Draco reappeared, his face set in stone.

She raised a brow curiously, "Who was it?"

He seemed lost to the world.

Gently Hermione coaxed, "Draco?"

He snapped out of his daze, "Oh, it was umm...Astoria."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26936011/chapters/67312297

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13716884/13/

[samadiw]

RAISING NOAH ❤

Chapter 11 is up!

FLUFFY GOODNESS. 😍

HAPPY READING! 🥰

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Ginny grabbed the bottle of wine, "Pity you can't drink!"

She muttered, "You are going to need it."

They settled on the sofa and Ginny popped the video in.

It all started rather well with a loving couple much like the intro to a poorly directed porno.

But things went steadily downhill from there.

The woman cursed her husband, grabbing tufts of his hair between her fingers, and snarling in his face, "You bastard, you did this to me."

Cries of agony and pain came out of the TV and echoed around them.

Holy mother of God, what the hell was this?

Surely it was not this bad.

She looked to Ginny for some reassurance, but the redhead nodded her head and gave an exact comparison to her own delivery.

Hermione sunk into the comfort of the sofa and wondered to Merlin, why the fuck she had agreed to watch this monstrosity.

Ginny clutched the wine glass so tightly in her hand it almost cracked.

She downed glass after glass while looking at the screen through half-closed eyes

Harry walked in on them watching and placed a gentle hand on his wife's shoulder.

She turned on him, pointed to the TV and growled, "This is what you fuckers put us through."

He looked at the TV, realized what they were watching, let out a loud yelp and bolted straight out of the door.

Hermione whimpered, "Merlin, Gin! I don't want to watch anymore."

Ginny raised her hand and recited, "Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!"

Hermione fixed her with a look of disgust, "Whoever wrote that never gave birth."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/26936011/chapters/66925162