#dramionemonth

[dhrmonth]

Dramione Month Daily Roundup

A huge turnout right out of the gate! Here is the Day 1 roundup of Dramione Month works! ⏳✨

AO3 Links:

Lost Love by HCB123: G, 942 words, 1/1 Chapters

Come Back to Me; I Love You Still by galaxy_skies: T, 1,111 words, 1/1 Chapters

Meet Me in Margate by thehoneydoll: E, 9,790 words, 1/3 Chapters

Haven’t I given enough? by Goldenbucky: E, 1,783 words, 1/1 Chapters

Obliviate by saneasluna: G, 928 words, 1/1 Chapters

Hermione Memoria by MarinaJune: M, 1,385 words, 1/9 Chapters

Pansy Plans a Party by TheDarkFaerie: E, 1,977 words, 3/3 Chapters

obliviate by riddikulus_puff: M, 405 words, 1/1 Chapters

I wanna be Yours by papersewnthoughts: M, 594 words, 1/1 Chapters

Oblivion by thedarkalchemistx: T, 793 words, 1/1 Chapters 

Tumblr Posts:

Art and socmed by softkombuchart (Also on Twitter)

Fic by sailtomarina (Also on Ao3)

Art by m-art-usia (Also on Instagram)

Twitter Posts:

Art by softkombuchart (Also on Instagram and Tumblr)

Art by dracodormiensss (Also on Instagram)

Art by riddlermione (Also on Instagram)

Art and ficlet by BadgerThebeast

Ficlet by missusbwrites

Ficlet by magicalsydney (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by chronophobique

Ficlet by grangermalfoy07 (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by darkcloud190

Art by aplthree (Also on Instagram and Tumblr)

Ficlet by Bookish_clf

Art by sophiesstreet (NSFW) (Also on tumblr)

Ficlet by phiasabanana

Ficlet by TheOther_Lore

Ficlet by draqo_pctter

Art by Onyxmagica

Ficlet by ivy_and_right (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by starsinmotion_

Ficlet by missmuwrites

Art by omniluciEumbra (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by carmysversion and cupofmdtea

Ficlet by daisiesnotroses (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by the_taco_writes

Ficlet by RecklessLupin

Art by DamnOverdrive

Ficlet by palomab1anca (Also on Instagram) 

Ficlet by leaffhouses

Ficlet by sincerely_vas

Ficlet by MalfoyGranger__

Ficlet by grnappletheory

Ficlet by datGryffindorG

Ficlet by UnaOrion

Ficlet by theSaffronGin

Ficlet by brittan500441444

Ficlet by bibidrink

Ficlet by emmyawa

Ficlet by pixydustworld

Ficlet by lvurs3lf

Instagram Posts:

Art by lynny_art

Art by _selenav__ (Also on Twitter)

Art by rubleroo

Art and ficlet by onddau (Also on Tumblr)

Ficlet by ravenclaw_viking

Ficlet by greenappletheory

Art by bekazimi.art

Art by papercranesandapples

Ficlet by tesla.ember

Drabble by asilynn_3

[m-art-usia]

Day 6 - undetectable extending charm

I didn't have much of an idea but Mione's purse was always in the plan. It may not make much sense to the prompt but whatever... I love to add glow. @dhrmonth

[sailtomarina]

Hermione Memoria Masterlist - COMPLETE

Chapter 1 - Obliviate

Chapter 2 - Legilimens

Chapter 3 - Idiots in Love

Chapter 4 - Advanced Rune Translation

Chapter 5 - Twilight

Chapter 6 - Healers

Chapter 7 - Aurors

Chapter 8 - Curse-breaker

Chapter 9 - Interrogation

Chapter 10 - HOME

.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・．  ｡･ﾟﾟ･  ･ﾟﾟ･｡

Summary:

Hermione leads a happy life, one full of friends, books, and all the unique coffee mugs she can find. There are moments, however, where she's struck by a sharp sensation of remembering…something.

Or, perhaps, someone.

.・゜゜・  ・゜゜・．  ｡･ﾟﾟ･  ･ﾟﾟ･｡

Written for @dhrmonth 2024, each chapter of Hermione Memoria centers on the given prompt for the chosen day. Make sure to check out the the other participants' fantastic works of art and writing and let them know how much you love what they do!

Your comments and kudos on AO3 are greatly appreciated!

[misscrawfords]

Dramione Month 18: Pride and Prejudice

For once, it was quiet in the sitting room at Grimmauld Place. Hermione had taken advantage of the interlude to curl up with an old friend of a book and hope it would distract her from whatever might be going on outside of their safe house.

She had only read a chapter, however, when the peace was shattered as Harry and Malfoy apparated directly in front of her and brushed themselves down, only stopping their bickering when they saw she was there.

“Everything okay?” she queried Harry, studiously ignoring the recent unwelcome addition to the Resistance.

“No change,” he confirmed. “You and Ginny still on for the late shift?”

“Of course.”

“Right.” He hesitated a moment then turned to Malfoy. “You want a drink?”

Malfoy shook his head and collapsed into an armchair, closing his eyes. Harry hovered a moment before shrugging. “Suit yourself, I’m getting coffee.” He left the room.

Hermione gazed at Malfoy a moment to see if he would make any effort to acknowledge her but he did not open his eyes. In fact, he looked exhausted and Hermione bit back a snide comment and picked up her book again.

She read several paragraphs before she was assailed by the prickling feeling of being watched. She lowered the book and saw that Malfoy, still sprawled in the armchair, had opened his eyes a slit and was observing her in a particularly cat-like way.

“What?”

“Pride and Prejudice?” he murmured.

She glanced at the book cover, surprised he had been able to read the title from that distance. “Yes, it’s a novel by-”

“Jane Austen. Yes, I know what Pride and Prejudice is.”

“You do? But she’s a muggle!”

“I’m not a bloody philistine, Granger.”

Hermione blinked. “I’m surprised you know what a philistine is,” she remarked snootily, recovering quickly.

“Careful, too many distressing revelations in one day can be bad for your health.” He pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked at her with more focus.

“Shut up, Malfoy.”

“Pointed, clever, subtle, devastating. You really know how to wound a man.”

She rolled her eyes. “I do, actually.” She turned a page ostentatiously before she had finished it. “So, what do you know about Jane Austen anyway?”

“Is this is a test, Granger? Loathe as I am to suspend any pleasure of yours, I’d rather not.”

Something in his turn of phrase made her frown but she could not place it. “Have you even read any of her novels?”

“All six.”

Hermione looked up. “You’re joking.”

“Not at all. There’s a very charming nineteenth century illustrated wizarding edition at the Manor. I’ve read all of them at least twice.”

She cocked her head at him. “A nineteenth century – illustrated? So the pictures-”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “Move. Yes, Merlin, Granger, that’s what magical pictures do.”

“Oh.” Hermione had to sit with this. She did not want to wish to go to Malfoy Manor in pursuit of a complete set of magical Jane Austen novels. But she also did not not want to do that. She pursued a different tack. “But why do you have them? I didn’t think you’d read muggle novels.”

Malfoy smiled somewhat wearily. “Perhaps you don’t know me as well as you think you do, Granger. Austen may be a muggle but she’s highly relatable if you were brought up in a pureblood wizarding household. Just replace social class with blood status.”

“So what does that make me, the muggle-born? Some kind of servant?”

“No.” He thought about it while Hermione observed him sceptically, waiting for the insult. “Something middle class. In trade perhaps like the Gardiners. Not as bad as being a muggle but still not really acceptable to my family’s kind.”

There it was.

“Not really acceptable… Good to know. Thanks for that! And what does that make you – Mr. Darcy?” she added with a mocking sneer.

“Something like that,” he replied with a grin, quick as a flash.

“Ugh, you’re repulsive.” She raised the book to block him from view and for a moment she thought it had actually worked until he plucked it right out of her hand and stared down his nose at her.

Hermione opened her mouth but for the second time that evening something about him and the way he was looking at her arrested her.

“That’s what she thought too,” he said when he had fully gained her attention. Then, after holding her gaze a moment longer, he turned away, yawned into his hand and stated that he would have a coffee after all before leaving the room without a backward glance.

Hermione was left disturbed, the foundations of her preconceptions rattled.

[kidnthehall]

[starsin-motion]

[Aftermath of torture // veela]

For Dramione Month, Day 11 - Creature Bonds.

**

It was only a horrible dream.

It wasn’t real. Hermione wasn’t in pain, though she was still fatigued, her bed was soft and warm.

But as Hermione slowly opened her eyes, she knew at once this was not her lumpy cot in their tent.

She immediately sat up, frantically looking around.

Standing sitting next to her was a woman reading a small weathered notebook, who quickly realised she’d woken up.

“Hermione,” Fleur began softly, brow punched together in concern. She closed the book before putting it on the bedside table where her wand should’ve been. “Do you remember what happened?”

Hermione blinked. Then panic surged through her. “Where’s Ron? Harry?”

“Outside with Bill,” said Fleur, placing her hands softly on Hermione’s shoulder to keep her from flying out of bed. “They are fine.”

Looking down at Fleur’s hands, she saw it then. Her arm tightly bound with bandages.

It wasn’t a dream.

It was a living nightmare.

“Oh my god,” gasped Hermione, her panic escalating to hysteria. She couldn’t breathe. “No, no, no–“

A thunderous bang from outside cut through her horror, so loud they both flinched. Hermione began to tremble in her grasp.

“Here.” Fleur uncapped a pale blue potion from the bedside table, and forced it down her throat in a few quick motions. Peppermint oil–it was a calming potion.

The effect was nearly instantaneous. Her heartbeat slowed, and she was able to take a shaky deep breath.

But the loud banging outside continued with an increasing pace.

“Draco Malfoy has been waiting outside the wards.”

——

The wings on his back tore through his clothing, and the remaining fabric hung off him in pieces. It was as though he didn’t care, or maybe he didn’t even notice. His feathers were a deep grey; so dark that on the cloudy, cold shore near Shell Cottage, they nearly looked black.

His face was more angular than she remembered, more closely resembling the Veela she’d seen during the World Cup than the boy she knew in school. He still looked gaunt as he did before, but there was beauty where she didn’t expect it.

He looked like an angel thrown from Heaven.

His eyes tracked her every moment as if he could see through the wards that should have concealed her. As if there were none between them.

He paid no mind to the others around her.

“What do we do with this overgrown chicken? He keeps throwing himself at the wards.”

“He is not a chicken,” Fleur snapped at Ron. “He is a Veela.”

“Whatever he is, he could bring Lo–“ Harry nearly choked on the name. Clearly frustrated, he spit out, “You-know-who here.”

Hermione gulped. “How did he find us?”

Malfoy tilted his head slightly. The three looked to Bill and Fleur for an answer, but Bill hesitated. Fleur squeezed his hand, and looked to Hermione with what could only be pity.

“A Veela will become hostile in situations where their–“ Fleur hesitated just as Bill had, “–their mate is in danger. They do all they can to ensure their mates safety.”

With the help of the earlier calming potion, she did not flinch as Ron and Harry did.

“Veela know where their mate is at all times, it is instinct,” Fleur continued through the tense silence. “But they would never hurt you. He won’t bring you-know-who here.”

“Not intentionally,” Bill added. “But it could happen if the Dark Lord finds out what’s happened.”

Hermione moved closer to the low humming wards, the Fidelius charm tied to Bill’s soul that should’ve concealed her did nothing to keep Malfoy from knowing she was in front of him.

“Leave,” Hermione commanded sharply. “Don’t come back here.”

Malfoy recoiled, but he still made no move to leave.

Hermione huffed. “I am safe here. Leave.”

The sudden stretch of his wingspan startled the group. Her mate turned away from her, his wings picking up the wind from the nearby coast, and took off.

//fin.

[dracosbeeech]

Please tell me people are actually going to participate in dramione month because I desperately need some new material. Twitter has been so dead and I miss the interactions with the fandom.

[sophiesstreet]

#dramionemonth Day 12: Fake Dating

“May I have this dance Granger”

There isn’t anyone around we don’t have to..”

“I want to”

Fake dating sureee definitely not in love that would be ridiculous!!

Also this was based off a painting I saw in my doctors office by Brent lynch!

[serpent-sortia-ao3]

Day 10: Idiots in Love 💕 #DramioneMonth

After spending hourssss on the last one I wanted to try and get something done quicker. Simpler and no faces saves a lot of time. Hope you like it!

[tippilo]

Another drabble for #dramionemonth (run by @dhrmonth)

This is another ACTUAL dramione!

[chronophobique]

“If you want to take this child, you’ll have to go through me first.”

Drawn for Day 9: Secret child/baby of #DramioneMonth

Featuring an amnesic Hermione who has no idea she’s actually holding her daughter*.

*Daughter who’s never met her mother and is so frightened she picked up the nearest twig to fight like the adults around her.

[dhrmonth]

Presenting the 2024 #DramioneMonth Calendar!

We are so excited to present the #DramioneMonth Daily Prompt Calendar for September 2024! Thank you to everyone who voted for these prompts!

We cannot wait to see what the works you'll create this year!

*Day 8 - Contract Marriage is also 'Marriage of Convenience'

*Day 27 - Quidditch Player can also be Soccer/Football Player

[undercover-ballerina]

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 37

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/151563091

As always, I'm late to the party. But anyway, I added chapter 37 and also added the story to the #dramionemonth collection for day 28 - careers free day.

[sailtomarina]

An Exchange of Pretty Faces

Hermione squealed as the Beauxbatons’ carriage appeared on the horizon, the powder blue globe led by a fleet of impressive Abraxan steeds that flew through the sky. She waited outside with a crowd of her fellow students, all of them bundled within their fur-lined red robes to stave off the winter chill.

“Hermy-own-ninny, shall I lift you on my shoulders?” Viktor teased from where he stood behind her, his large hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

“You will not!”

His chuckle caused a flush to rise along her neck and up to her cheeks. Her first and oldest friend at Durmstrang, Viktor’s teasing about her height had only increased as they got older and the difference between them widened.

“Maybe these French students vill match your stature better, kote.”

She turned to smack him on the arm, while he pretended to cower in fear at her harmless attack. Hermione ignored the glares of those around them. Jealousy and discrimination were familiar enemies at the school, something Hermione had learned from her very first year. Pureblooded ideologies ran rampant in Durmstrang’s halls, extending from students to teachers to the very foundations of the institute.  

Muggle-borns were not accepted at Durmstrang, and, normally, Hermione would have attended Hogwarts. She had been born and raised in her early years in England, but a terrible accident left her orphaned and in the care of a previously unknown magical ancestor, Hector Dagworth-Granger. The renown potioneer took to the northern territories for his research, bringing young Hermione with him.

Hermione wanted to thank whatever gods and circumstances made it so that she caught the eye of Viktor Krum, a prodigy Quidditch flier who didn’t take kindly to discrimination. It certainly wasn’t the dangerous sport that brought them together—she couldn’t stand flying and spent more time worrying about possible injuries than enjoying his games. They did share interests in Transfiguration and Ancient Runes, which was more than most of the fans who catered for Viktor’s interest could say for themselves.

“I hear some of their students count Veela in their ancestry. Isn’t that fascinating?” Hermione gushed, wondering if she’d be able to spot any of the likely suspects. Would they sprout wings, or might the Durmstrang students all be in danger of their infamous beauty?

“Perhaps, though I doubt that vill help them vin in the end.” 

Viktor referred to the entire reason for Beauxbatons journey to Durmstrang. Their month-long visit was the first of its kind in what was meant to be a friendly exchange of cultures. He had listened with amusement when Hermione likened it to Muggle exchange students. Instead of staying in a fellow student’s home, the Beauxbatons students would stay within the institute itself.

She jumped up and down trying to see over the people in front of her to catch a glimpse of the students exiting the carriage. From what she could tell, their uniforms matched the light blue hue of the carriage. She was relieved to see that someone had warned them about the time of year and made sure their cloaks were also lined with lovely white fur. Even from where she stood, she could tell they still shivered.

It wasn’t until much later after they’d followed the delegation into the castle’s banquet hall that Hermione got a chance to see one of the students far closer than she would have expected. Despite Viktor’s constant presence, she still found herself next to one of the few empty spots at their table.

“Is this seat taken?” She startled at the musical voice belonging to a boy she could easily imagine as a descendent of Veela. 

His hair, nearly white and of the finest texture she had ever seen on a boy, grew long and was tied together with a fine gold cord, allowing the ends to trail over the front of his shoulder. She might have been tempted to describe his features as too sharp, but instead felt caught by the lightness of his eyes, something else she had never before seen. They were the soft grey of her snowy owl’s wings.

“Ne. Have a seat,” answered Viktor from her other side.

The strange, beautiful boy dipped his head in gratitude and slid into place. Hermione’s face burned as she realized Viktor answered to cover her awkward staring.

“Excuse me, but are you Viktor Krum?” His eyes shone with curiosity as he looked past Hermione.

Great. Was he just another one of Viktor’s fans?

“I am.” They shook hands over her plate. Hermione had half a mind to smack hers atop theirs straight into her mashed potatoes.

“And you? What is your name?” Those pale orbs now looked curiously at her, and she was glad she hadn’t given into her impulse.

“My name’s Hermione Gr—”

“Hermione? Like in Shakespeare, or Homer?” Her name rolled off his tongue like a pleasant melody.

Her jaw dropped. This was the first time anyone had ever, ever asked about her name, and not to joke about the length, but from actual recognition.

“Shakespearean Hermione, from A Winter’s Tale. I’m surprised you knew!”

“Well, Hermione of A Winter’s Tale, I’m Draco Malfoy.”

“Draco, like the constellation?”

This time it was his turn to smile in delight at her connection. “The same! My family has a tradition of taking names from the stars.”

“Draco is a strong name,” Viktor said approvingly, causing the other boy to noticeably preen.

Hermione mustered up her courage. “I hope you don’t mind me asking…”

“Ask away.” Draco tentatively sipped at his borscht, before humming and taking several more spoonfuls.

“…but are you, by any chance, related to any Veela?”

Viktor snorted at the nonplussed look that crossed Draco’s face.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Well, it’s just that, you’re so…” Hermione’s voice trailed off as she realized how silly what she was about to say sounded.

“What Hermy-own-ninny means to say is that you are very pretty. Vhite hair, vhite skin, sharp face,” Viktor elaborated for her, each item in his list a nail driving into her back.

“Oh! I, uh, no. As far as I know, there are no Veela in the Malfoy line.” She noticed Draco had a habit of playing with the ends of his hair. He did so now and when he’d first asked to sit next to her. “Thank you, though. I think you’re pretty, too.”

Rather than sound like the sort of automatic response one gave as a compliment for a compliment, he sounded sincere, but before Hermione could say anything in response, his next words wiped the smile right off of her face.

“What did you say your last name was, again?”

Usually, when someone asked for her family name, it wasn’t out of some passing curiosity to know her full name. It was because they cared, and cared greatly, about her lineage. They wanted to know if she came from good wizarding stock, to assess her worth in comparison to theirs.

“Granger. Hermione Granger.”

And there it was: the forehead wrinkle, the faraway gaze as the listener sifted through their knowledge to pinpoint anything that might signify importance. 

“Are you related to the Dagworth family?”

Now that did catch her by surprise. “Hector Dagworth-Granger is my great uncle.”

Draco’s eyes were piercing in their recognition. “You’re the Mudblood heir they spoke about in the newspapers.”

This wasn’t the first time Hermione had heard the derogatory phrase, but hearing it still cut her deeply now as much as it did the first time. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and reply, but Viktor beat her to the punch.

“Take that back, Malfoy,” he said, his voice shaking in fury on her behalf.

She registered surprise on Draco’s face, and saw the way his eyes flickered between the two of them in suspicion. “Are you two…dating?”

“Ve are not dating. Ve are friends, and vot you said is inexcusable. Apologize now or you can forget ever talking to us again,” Viktor insisted, his hand coming up to rest reassuringly on her back.

Draco stayed silent a bit longer as he stared at them both. He had already shifted slightly away from her, as if afraid they’d touch elbows like they already had multiple times from the start of their conversation. He opened his mouth, only to shut it once more.

That was enough of a message for Viktor.

The Bulgarian stood and held a hand out to Hermione, which she took without hesitation. Before she followed him away, however, she turned one last time.

“For what it’s worth, Draco, it was nice speaking to you. I hope you enjoy your time here.” She smiled sadly at the way he continued to look at her, his brow furrowed and lips tightly pressed together.

Perhaps, in another life, under different circumstances.

She hurried after Viktor, already intent on convincing him to finish writing his Transfiguration essay with her.

Grey eyes that shifted with his mood from pale ice to stormy clouds followed them all the way across the hall until they exited. Draco turned back to his plate, soup now cold and unappetizing in the absence of what he had hoped would be a couple of new friends. The plates in front of where they’d sat had already disappeared as if they’d never been there at all.

He was lucky Madam Maxime hadn’t heard their exchange, or she would have been livid. His own mother would have disapproved of his blatant display, one she would have deemed beneath their station despite her own husband’s use of the term. That was a large part of why he’d been sent to Beauxbatons Academy after all. As his mother would put it, it was long past time the Malfoys and Blacks put away their prejudices and looked to the future. Like a bigot, he had reverted to old insults.

He would try to find Viktor and Hermione and apologize like he should have done immediately from the start. Draco hoped they would listen. He wanted to ask Viktor to fly with him. He wanted to learn more about Hermione, no matter her last name. Did she like to read, like he did? Was her hair sentient? Its large mass was what had called him over to their part of the table in the first place.

Draco hummed as he finished the last of the pelmeni he’d scooped onto his plate. It was decided. He would look for them at breakfast the next day, and all would be well.

WC 1752

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 4 - Alternate Universe, September 25 - Beauxbatons/Durmstrang AU

Cross-posted to AO3

This prompt was super fun to imagine and write! I've said this before, I know, but I really want to read a longer story of this setting now. Why did Hector insist Hermione attend Durmstrang? Was it really out of affection or to keep her close for convenience? Or was it for another reason? Does Viktor actually harbor unrequited feelings for Hermione? And will Draco obtain their friendship like he hopes?

[misscrawfords]

"Finite Incantatem!"

For #dramionemonth on Twitter.

“This isn’t funny, Granger.”

Her eyes bore into his unblinkingly. “I’m not joking, Malfoy.”

When he continued to stare at her as if she had in fact turned up in a clown costume, she sighed and added, “Have you ever known me to joke around in my life?”

“Well…” He couldn’t help it; his lip twitched. Just for a second.

“Then you’re cursed.”

She heaved a sigh of disbelief. “I’m not bloody cursed!”

“Finite incantatem!”

“Seriously?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Look! Still me, no curse, no practical jokes.”

He took a step back. “This isn’t Weasley’s idea of having a laugh at my expense?”

“Leave Ron out of it. Though to be fair I think he would find your reaction pretty funny.” She took a step forward and her voice softened. “I mean it, Draco. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.”

He was silent a moment, his grey eyes skimming over her face which remained upturned towards him, concealing nothing.

“You really want me to come?”

“Yes.”

“With you?”

A faint blush tinged her cheeks but she stubbornly refused to lower her gaze. “Yes.”

In fact it was him who looked down, shoving his hands in his pockets, bashful when she had expected cockiness. It was unbelievably endearing. “Oh.”

She dipped her head to force him to look at her again and nudged him slightly with her shoulder.

“Oh.” She repeated it as a challenge, to see if he would accept this shift in their dynamic.

He caught her gaze for a moment. He nudged back. “Okay. Hermione.”

[kidnthehall]

Dramione Month day 8, Soulmates. Part 1 & 2