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houseofhurricane · 4 years ago

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ACOTAR Fic: Bloom & Bone (6/32) | Elain x Tamlin, Lucien x Vassa

Summary: Elain lies about a vision and winds up as the Night Court’s emissary to the Spring Court, trying to prevent the Dread Trove from falling into the wrong hands and wrestling with the gifts the Cauldron imparted when she was Made. Lucien, asked to join her, must contend with secrets about his mating bond. Meanwhile, Tamlin struggles to lead the Spring Court in the aftermath of the war with Hybern. And Vassa, the human queen in their midst, wrestles with the enchantment that turns her into a firebird by day, robbing her of the power of speech and human thought. Looming over all of them is uniquet peace in Prythian and the threat of Koschei, the death-god with unimaginable power. With powers both magical and monstrous, the quartet at the Spring Court will have to wrestle with their own natures and the evil that surrounds them. Will the struggle save their world, or doom it?

A/N: This chapter is from Vassa's perspective and I truly loved writing it. A fair amount of research went into figuring out how she might see the world in firebird form, and as a result, everybody in my life now knows about the wonders of bird vision. Thanks to them for putting up with me, and thanks to you for reading! You can read early previews of the next chapter every Tuesday by following @house.of.hurricane on Instagram. And as always, you can read all chapters at AO3 if you prefer. You can find all chapters here.

The world is alive in this form, more than Vassa can ever explain, even to Lucien. She is not sure if this is the result of magic or her firebird eyes, but by day, the world is filled with a million colors that humans have no words to describe, colors that are bright and subtle and mark every being indistinguishably. When Vassa is the firebird, there is never any mistaking one individual for another.

When Koschei first bound her, Vassa could not focus on her lost country or her lost freedom for whole days at a time, so magnificent was the sight of the water on his lake, the way the droplets spangled when struck with her wings, the play of the fire upon the water.

Eventually she became acquainted with the splendor of her view, though her thoughts move differently in this form, at times swift and darting past her human powers to parse, and at times so lugubriously working through a problem or story that Vassa aches for the setting sun, the moment when her mind will return to her.

Always, she misses the power of speech, the workings of her human mind, and company. Koschei might have other prisoners, but Vassa was held alone on his lake. Even now, during the days she spends with Lucien, she can only watch him, the play of light on hair that in this form is as alive as the fire itself, transfigured by each play of light and shadow, or the subtle changes of expression on his face. She knows Lucien has been loved before, and deeply, but she has enough pride in her to think that nobody has ever watched him as she has, knowing the topography of him that’s subtler than even faerie eyes can detect.

After a week touring the lakes on Tamlin’s lands, Vassa tells Lucien to stay at the estate until the afternoon. She has watched the darkness bloom under his eyes, the silences that stretch between him and Tamlin and Elain, and she wants to soothe them. She will stay at the lake closest to the manor house, she tells him, where she can quickly fly to safety if she detects an intrusion.

She does not tell him that she feels Koschei’s tether on her, stronger now than it ever has been. Since Master Archeron bargained her way from the lake, there has always been this invisible binding on her neck and shoulders, a spell even Helion, famous for such things, could not detect, though Vassa chose not to tell him of her fetter when he sought to free her. She wanted to test his mettle. And at the time she was practically drunk on the newness of her almost-freedom that the very mention of her invisible chains seemed its own abomination.

In the past week, it feels as if Koschei has applied both fists to the chain that connects him to Vassa and pulled with all his might. She wakes from sleeping on the easternmost corner of the bed, fingertips grazing the floor. Her shoulders pinch from the strain of holding herself in one place. At times she finds breathing to be difficult, as she is being pressed by boulders.

She is certain that Koschei is done biding his time. He will soon come to claim her.

For all his reassurances to the contrary, she knows that Rhysand has no plan to save her. Oh, his court has gleaned certain insights and may think they have the upper hand against the death-lord, but while Koschei is still alive in this world, Vassa knows he will return for her. She doesn't know why he is so determined to claim her, can only guess at why she is essential.

Alone and without speech, she is free to follow these thoughts where they lead, caught between mourning and contemplation and the wariness alive in each beast.

Which is why she spots Elain’s hair glinting in the dappled forest light before the girl is near enough for her slippered steps can break a twig.

Vassa studies the girl as she draws closer to the lake. Elain’s eyes become more dazzled, shaded by her hand, so that Vassa is certain that the girl left her gardens and came searching for the firebird.

If Elain Archeron is lovely to Vassa’s human eyes, the girl the firebird sees is stunning, her hair a shining riot of color, her eyes deep and glinting, all of her glowing and alive with the subtle movements of her body as she makes her way through the trees. Her gown, perhaps a drab fabric to other eyes, is all the colors of the spring flowers, the hopeful entreaty that winter end its grip. There is a sadness to this girl, but now especially Vassa wants to shake her, frustrated with the idea that such a beauty could find anything lacking in this world.

Of course, Vassa was known as a beauty to her people, a beloved queen. She knows these gifts are no assurance and yet Elain still bothers her, a vision of discontentment and wasted gifts. She knows she should feel pity towards her, but she does not. If Lucien is her mate, then she is unbound. She could be anything at all.

When Elain approaches the lake, Vassa glides toward her, head unbowed, her magic eyes unflinching, until the girl blinks and looks away, focused on the waters that sparkle with Vassa’s fire.

“Things have been awkward between us,” Elain says. “I saw Lucien at breakfast and I thought it might be my chance to speak with you. I thought, maybe you do not know how it is for the High Fae, when they find mates.”

Vassa cants her head to the side, although she wants to scoff. Let the girl continue in her folly.

“I confess that I’m newly acquainted with all of this myself. And I’ve never felt -- my point is, I admire you and I wish that we could be better companions.”

She is looking down the length and breadth of Vassa’s body, and then Elain pulls out her skirts, settles herself on the rock where Lucien sits. In her hands, there is a book.

“I know you cannot speak and so I will not try and settle things between us. I only want to say that I wonder if you understand how it feels to be wanted by someone whose attention or admiration you have never desired. Someone who was forced upon you by fate. And that someone might be wonderful, but the forcing itself makes him more than a little repulsive.”

Elain looks up from the water, as if she’s worried that Vassa will fly at her in a blaze of fury. But Vassa learned early that there is value in letting a person tell their entire story without interruption, and frankly she is curious to learn what caused Elain to make herself into a little doll, beautiful but hardly useful.

“I was about to be married when I was captured by Hybern. My betrothed, I think you know him, he has little regard for faeries. He did not want me when he saw how I had changed. And then Lucien was there, always there, watching me with longing eyes, and I felt as if I had to perform for him, all the happiness and wanting I’d felt for Greyson so naturally. But there was another person, another male, who helped me to heal. He was kind and quiet with me, and I never thought about what I had to be to him, what I had to be for him, until it was too late. Because we couldn’t… and then he fell in love with someone else. And they discovered shortly after that they were mates. Do you know, I think that this whole idea of mates is awful. To have that looming over you. I thought I loved Greyson because I loved him. Even if we were fated to fall in love, I thought that I’d met all of the people I’d met in my life and I’d chosen him. And with this other male, it was always forbidden. Lucien had claimed me as his mate. It was a matter of political significance. But I thought, even if I find him a little repulsive, at some point in the many centuries in which I’m now to live, maybe I would feel as if fate had given me a gift. Maybe I would look at him longingly, the way he looked at me. Instead he found someone he liked better. And you seem wonderful, but to look at you that night, to smell his scent on you, the scent of this faerie who had been chosen for me irrevocably, was as if there was suddenly no reason for me to be in this world.”

Elain lets out a long breath and Vassa circles the lake, averting her eyes for a few moments to give the girl her privacy. The small muscles of her face will reveal too much.

When Vassa comes back to Elain’s rock, those brown eyes sparkle with tears, bright as topaz, and she understands how Lucien could have loved her at first sight. She looks like a princess in need of rescue, the ordeal and the reward completely intertwined.

“I know that I have hurt you,” Elain says, when Vassa is settled before her, “and I am sorry for that. I have been awkward and I should have apologized sooner. I hope that we can be friends. Or at least that you can tell me, I don’t have the word exactly, but how it is to be you.”

The word Elain looks for is grown or queenly or powerful, and Vassa longs for a miracle of speech so that she could suggest each, impart a lesson. Though she would start by telling Elain the truth, the secret she now begins to regret knowing, that she has been free all along. Instead, making sure she’s far enough to avoid singing Elain’s skirts, she lays her head upon the rock where the girl is seated, splays her wings. She lays down her power for just a moment.

When Vassa returns to her turns about the lake, to her contemplation of the forest, Elain begins to read her book. Vassa would have expected a trifling novel, a melodrama full of powerful men and swooning women, but Elain has found a book that tells the history and myths of Prythian, and her voice does not stumble as she reads.

One day, decades from now, when she’s a wrinkled crone and Elain’s eyes are still exactly this wide, Vassa will tell her that she’s read this book before.

That night, at dinner, the silence is as thick as usual, so that when Vassa, seated at the foot of the long table, turns to Elain, on her left, she feels as if she’s moving underwater, the very air resisting her gestures.

“I wonder if you’d walk in the garden with me after dessert,” she says, raising her glass of wine to her lips. “I’ve been told you’ve been hard at work.”

Vassa feels Tamlin and Lucien staring at her, tense, and for a second, Elain’s mouth is a perfect pink circle, but it’s quickly replaced by a smile.

“I’d love to show you around, your majesty. The jasmine should be lovely at night.”

“You’ve imported some Night Court favorites, then?” Every person from that land carries a hint of jasmine in their scent, so that Vassa sometimes wonders if it’s naturally occurring in their water.

“I think it is important for a garden to be as beautiful as possible at all times. In each season, there should be blooms. My time in the Night Court has shown me that there can be flowers at every hour. The climate here is perfectly suited.” Suddenly the girl has vanished. Elain sounds like the people who have surrounded Vassa all her life: queens.

Vassa asks a few more questions about what it’s like to garden in a land that’s perpetually spring, and the color rises in Elain’s cheeks as she answers, praising the quality of the soil and the talent of the Spring Court gardeners, so that Tamlin eventually joins the conversation. When he compliments the new arrangements Elain has made in her garden, her face flushes, and for a second Vassa wonders -- but she pushes the thought aside, tries not to think about Lucien’s lingering silence, the wariness in his posture. One thing at a time. Her mission tonight is a diplomatic one, and since she was a little girl, Vassa has very rarely failed.

When she walks into the garden with Elain, the air is sweet with lilac and jasmine, and Vassa can’t help but smile. The girl may be wasting many of her gifts, but she is a talented gardener.

“That was a pretty speech you gave this morning,” she says, and Elain’s breath catches. “Though you were foolish to trust me with so much information.”

“I’m sure Lucien has told you most of it already.”

This is the first moment when Vassa could tell Elain the truth and it rises up in her, a bubble of fire in her chest. She forces it down by imagining Lucien’s face, his fingers working at the buttons of his shirt, the way he is in the evenings when he can finally release the cares of the day. She will not be the one to take that from him.

“Your gardens are beautiful. I would never have thought there was such a tempest inside you,” she says instead, another version of the truth.

“I have a habit of hiding in the garden and working until all my rogue emotions are beaten out of me.”

“Until you are perfectly ladylike?”

“My tutors often said I was most lovable after I’d had the sun on my face. And later -- but that is an unpleasant story, your majesty.”

“Often the most entertaining kind. Why do you not call me Vassa?”

“I never thought a queen would be asking me for gossip.”

“Your father was known even in my country. Your sister is High Lady of the Night Court. You are not such a bumpkin as you pretend.”

“I was told that a lady should be demure.”

“Do you think you will be happy playing in your gardens for all eternity?”

Elain turns to her, skin glowing blue-white in the moonlight, the exact color at the center of a flame, and her face is stricken. Vassa draws in a deep and silent breath through her nose. She needed to ask the question, she tells herself. For all that Elain could possibly be.

“I think that there is more to life than war and politics. You all play at death all day long and consider your time spent well.”

“Is this what you imagine your sister does in her court?”

Elain turns toward a cherry tree, pulls a drooping branch toward her, fat with blossoms, and the air fills with their perfume, blocking Vassa from getting closer in the guise of admiring her own handiwork.

“My sisters are warriors. This has never been my talent. I watched the legions on the battlefield and I could pick out the details of each face, and I thought, each of these people has a family waiting for them. I could not be the one to ensure they never returned.”

“You killed the king of Hybern.”

Elain’s eyes skitter once more towards the flowers. Vassa places her own hand on the branch, pressing it away, so that she’s standing close to the girl, can tell she’s about to lie.

“Nesta killed the king of Hybern. I only -- I had the knife in my hands.”

“You think your sisters wanted to go into battle?”

“Will you tell me whatever it is you want to tell me?”

Vassa has to bite back a smile. It’s like hearing a kitten issue a rebuke.

“You have such mandates in you about what you must be as a lady, but it seems they only apply to you. Do you believe you were born only to be ornamental? I hear you speak about these gardens, and you assume the voice of a ruler. There are tales that you were blessed by the Cauldron with gifts. And yet I think you are afraid.”

“You’re angry at me for this?”

“I have lost my kingdom and I am imprisoned inside the firebird all day. I cannot save my people from the wrath of weak and terrible rulers.” Vassa lets go of the branch in her hand, so that it thwacks upward and showers them in petals. “I think you could be anything at all, and you’ve decided to become nothing.”

Elain works her fingers in a tight knot, looks at her delicate rings instead of Vassa, the long and graceful digits. Even the hands of the High Fae are too beautiful to be human. She’s mostly grown to accept this, but sometimes Vassa finds herself a little jealous.

“I was supposed to marry somebody,” Elain says, finally, and the words are raw, as if they were dredged up from the very marrow of her. “Nobody ever thought I’d be anybody, all on my own.”

“I can show you, if you’d like.”

Even before Elain’s head nods at the top of her lovely neck, Vassa’s begun planning her lessons.

After that night, they fall into an easier pattern: once dinner has ended, Vassa teaches Elain about court life and diplomacy, all the ways a human woman can be a queen and how they might apply to the faerie courts. Elain listens attentively, and asks questions that show Vassa that she’s reading the histories in Tamlin’s library. Her voice takes on a certain gravity, and in Vassa’s presence, she rarely blushes. In exchange, Vassa talks about her people, her dreams for Scythia. She knows that men suppose that women’s deepest secrets involve their emotions toward men, but her own secrets have been her wishes for her country, what she might achieve with and for them. She tells Elain a few of these secrets, the lesser ones which wouldn’t cause particular harm in the telling, and when Tamlin and Lucien do not bring them up, when the servants do not comment, Vassa decides that she’s found a worthy confidante.

After her lesson with Elain has ended, Vassa spends the rest of the night with Lucien. As he promised, he still goes out to the lakes with her in the mornings, even sometimes taking her to far-off but beautiful vistas that require hours of walking through the darkness, his fingers always twitching for his sword. But now that she’s survived without his constant supervision, he returns to Tamlin’s estate after a few hours, and at night he fills her in on the comings and goings: the Night Court visitors who laugh with Elain and ask him questions about Koschei and the human realms, the stilted conversations with Tamlin, the visits to the village which dispirit him more than anything. He tells her about how the Spring Court used to be, the way the people felt safe with their warrior High Lord, and though they did not love him, necessarily, they trusted him enough to die for him. She nestles herself against him, braiding his long hair until he realizes what she’s doing and chases her around the room, the two of them breathless with laughter, each throwing a bouquet of curses until his mouth is on hers and she doesn’t feel like saying anything else.

Sometimes, Vassa is startled to think that this is perhaps the happiest she’s ever been. Even the weight of Koschei’s claiming lightens.

Two weeks into this routine, Tamlin turns to Lucien at dinner and asks if he’d like to take a ride into the village. Vassa knows it’s not anatomically possible, but she swears she feels her heart twist at the light in Lucien’s eyes when he agrees.

“I think you made that happen,” Elain says later, when they’re walking through the gardens. Her eyes are bright and eager. “How?”

“I would claim the credit if I could, but I believe the credit goes to you. Your speech at the lake. Your wanting to make friends. You held a mirror up to Tamlin and his reflection looked extremely small.”

“I’m sure you’re exaggerating,” Elain says, but her cheeks have flushed. Vassa stops walking and places her hands on the girl’s shoulders.

“What do you want your legacy to be?” Vassa asks, the kind of question that has become habitual between them.

For a long moment, there is silence between them, only the rustling of leaves in the fragrant breeze, the whirling of Elain’s mind, which works faster than Vassa ever expected, faster than Elain has ever allowed anybody to see.

“A peace that is nurtured by beauty,” she breathes, the words hardly audible. “A world where nobody has to worry about war.”

“Then I think we are ready to begin,” Vassa says, turning toward the estate, the library inside. Tamlin’s collection is relatively meager, even compared to the human realms, but she knows he has some relevant volumes.

“Didn’t we begin weeks ago?” Elain’s skirts rustle has she tries to keep up.

“I’ve given you some very rudimentary tools. Now we start working on your legacy.”

There’s a pull at Vassa’s chest and shoulders right as she makes the statement, and when she looks over her shoulder, certain that Koschei has escaped his lake, has found her latest hiding spot, Elain is the one who reaches for her arm, pulling her to a different entrance.

“Tria said she’d have extra chocolate cake. Let’s celebrate our little victory first.” Her smile is a little sly, and Vassa can’t tell if she’d sensed the spell or was experiencing a moment of oblivious good luck. “You never told me if you had sisters or brothers.”

Vassa thinks of her cousin Leda, willful and gorgeous, heir to Scythia if Vassa herself cannot return. She rubs at her chest, where the enchantment weighs heaviest.

“I was my parents’ only child,” she says, finally, her voice high in her ears. A child’s voice, one she banished long ago.

“Well, your majesty, as it happens, I have two sisters, and we have a custom of celebration with sweets. Surely even a queen can spare a few hours for chocolate.”

Vassa intends to save a slice for Lucien, but within an hour, she and Elain have devoured all that remains of the cake and have started drinking wine, and before she knows it, Vassa is laughing uproariously at Elain’s theory that Tamlin was never hugged as a child.

When Lucien runs into the kitchen, eyes wide and worried, Elain offers him a glass and lingers while Vassa recounts their evening.

“I’ll leave the two of you to raid the larder,” she says, after a while, giving an exaggerated stretch that is obviously faked, aiming a smile at Vassa as she leaves the kitchens.

Vassa never wanted to leave Scythia or her people, but as she raises her glass to her lips, the faerie wine heady on her tongue, she thinks that maybe it would be all right if she was stuck in Prythian a bit longer.

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dramioneasks · 5 years ago

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HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 3)

Never Apologising For Our Wild 2019:

Fractured by MrsRen - M, 3 chapters - She's writhing on the floor, spitting in a Bellatrix Lestrange's face, when it happens. Hermione Granger's mind fractures amidst the torture, and when she wakes, friends and family find that she is not who she used to be. In the middle of a war, Hermione thinks she's exactly who she needs to be.

Ninety-Three Percent Stardust by otterlyardent - G, one-shot - Often, when a person falls for someone, they can’t remember the exact moment it all changed. But that wasn’t the case for Draco Malfoy. The moment had forever been emblazoned in his memory.

Dear Shakespeare by msmerlin - M, 3 chapters - When the fates bring together two opposites, will the love they have be able to overcome the years of obstacles that follow? Seventeen years of relationships ups and downs told through a series of vignettes.

Coiled, Falling by bionically - not rated, one-shot - She's locked in a tower when he finds her, bewitched and imprisoned.

Absinthe by TheMourningMadam - E, one-shot - Hermione becomes ensnared by Draco Malfoy, despite the fact that he is a taken man.

Magical To You by fandomfairytales - T, one-shot - based on the Nikita Gill poem/prompt: she would rather be magical to you, than belong to you.Follows Draco coming to understand such a concept and how it applies to one Hermione Granger."Hermione was in his kitchen, her cheeks rosy, the heat of the ovens toasting the air, humming along with the house elves as they worked; Completely out of her element and making herself at home at the breakfast bar, she was an utter paradox, all Draco could do was stare. It would have been less surprising to find a unicorn or some other rare magical creature there… Later, he would wonder if perhaps she was one, in a class all her own."

My Poetry by mcal - T, one-shot - Draco has been looking forward to this quiet moment with Hermione all week. A short stand alone written for the DFW Nikita Poem Challenge. Dramione. EWE

The Way They Leave by tofadeawayagain - T, one-shot - After leaving an emotionally abusive long-term relationship with Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger struggles to remember how to be herself once again. An experiment/sketch of the state of mind caused by emotional abuse and the healing process.

Show Me Your Soul by Disenchantedglow - T, one-shot - Show me The most damaged Parts of your soul, And I will show you How it still shines like gold -Nikita Gill

Demons by sweetmusings - T, one-shot - Hermione is far from okay. Can she be saved before she slips under? Furthermore, does she want to be? Inspired by Nikita Gill's 'Monsters'.

Fixing Damaged Souls by LissaDream - G, one-shot - Response to the Never Apologizing For Our Wild challenge held by Dramione Fanfiction Writer's FB group.

Wildfire by In_Dreams - M, one-shot - They said she was fire incarnate. And the smallest sliver of hope was kept alive by the spark of a borrowed ember she had implanted in his soul. A Dramione one-shot inspired by "Wild Embers" by Nikita Gill.

Tough Love by BiscuitsForPotter - M, 4 chapters - Three bad relationships. Two times her heart is broken. One time it grows stronger. Hermione Granger always seems to choose the wrong men to date.

The Devourer by ravenslight - M, one-shot - Darkness breeds darkness. In the aftermath of the war and amidst Voldemort’s reign, two depraved souls find solace in the dance of their demons.

Burning Skies by PartyLines - T, one-shot - Sometimes a change of heart comes just a little too late. Or: Hermione's late night letters to someone.

When You Are Ashes Remember This by perilous_circumstance - M, one-shot - The Ministry has decreed therapy for the returning 8th years & it’s going just about as well as one would expect.

Under and of the Stars by Lilian_Silver - T, one-shot - Hermione is in her 8th Year, attending a party in the Ravenclaw common room. It would be a lovely night of letting loose for once in her life, if not for the presence of a certain Slytherin for whom she has been harboring some very confused feelings.

Majestic Lionesses, Vibrant Birds, and Eight Billion Human Beings by Felgia_Starr - M, one-shot - Draco tries to prove to Hermione that soulmates are real but ends up showing her the world instead.

Broken by CourtingInsanity - M, one-shot - She is a broken thing under the psychopathic torture of his crazy aunt. As he watches, Draco reflects on the things he has fixed in his young life, and wonders at the possibility of mending Granger.

Spark Hearts by Abroma - E, one-shot - He doesn't ask her to stay; he never does. She wouldn't, anyway.

Scars by LadyKenz347 - not rated, one-shot - For DFW'S: Never Apologizing For Our Wild ChallengeInspired by Nikita Gills "Scars

Pretty in White by MrsMast - G, one-shot - Today is Hermione and Draco’s wedding day. Will love bloom?

DFW Birthday GOGO Fest 2020:

A House in the Country by BoredRavenvlaw620 - T, WIP -“That’s it, just no. I’ve done my duty to the Wizarding world. I gave up my childhood, I gave up my dreams, and for what… a tiny cubicle in which I put the Ministry stamp on endless permits. No more. I quit. Effective immediately. I think you’ll find I have ample vacation saved up. I’ll owl human resources on where they can send my check.”She spent her childhood fighting a war she didn't start. Now life is passing her by. What will she find when she makes choices not based off expectation?

Love of My Life by MykEsprit - T, one-shot - A surprising revelation at their anniversary party sends Hermione reeling.

Opposites Attract by HollyBrianne - G, one-shot - Draco and Hermione share a hotel room and take turns having issues with the other's sleepwear.

Caught Red-Handed by ruthy4vrsmoaked - E, one-shot - During a special kind of school reunion, Draco Malfoy catches Hermione Granger while she's reading an erotic romance novel.

Between the Trees by NuclearNik - M, WIP - When the tides of war change quickly, Draco makes a split-second decision and steals the freedom of the only person he still cares about, desperate to protect them.Hermione Granger becomes prisoner to a reluctant captor, locked away in the ruins of the one place she'd ever truly felt at home.Trust does not come easy for either of them.

Better Late Than Never by niffizzle - M, one-shot - As if the anxiety leading up to his mother's trial wasn't already bad enough, it deepens once the Wizengamot denies Draco's request to temporarily leave Hogwarts to attend. His life only gets more frustrating when the aftermath of a Quidditch accident forces him to interact with the one witch he's been ignoring all year — stirring the question of why she was present at the match in the first place.

Simple Words by dreamsofdramione (Bugggghead) - M, one-shot - It was easy to figure him out all over again.

oh god, i think i'm falling in love with you again by Felgia_Starr - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are forced to share a bed when there's miscommunication within the hotel staff and the hotel is fully-booked. This is a terrible idea because they both blame each other for their breakup and have been throwing passive aggressive remarks towards the other ever since they arrived in the hotel. Not to mention, they're still kind of madly in love with each other.

To Return by Charlie9646 - T, one-shot - Returning to Hogwarts was the hardest thing that Hermione had ever done, but the only person it was harder for is Draco. Friendship or more can bloom in the darkest of hours. Forgiveness is not one action, but many.

Future Imperfect by LightofEvolution - T, one-shot - Weird things can happen in the Department of Mysteries. And Hermione and her partner are about to find out how weird exactly. Or maybe not weird - but foreshadowing?

Ten Months by grace_lou_freebush - T, one-shot - While Dumbledore may have appeared completely busy managing the Order of the Phoenix and hunting down Horcruxes with Harry, he managed to keep a sharp, concerned eye on Draco. When Draco was on the verge of fixing the Vanishing Cabinet before Dumbledore was prepared, the headmaster assigned Hermione a task. She was to go back in time and stall Draco, any means necessary."She was seriously considering doing something categorically insane. She wanted to reveal herself to him.Christmas break was upcoming, and she'd been essentially alone for three months. Knowing the holiday was near made her yearn for companionship. She felt like she knew a side of Draco that he kept hidden away while outside the Room. He was clever and noble and steadfast and scared and handsome and – and she wanted to reveal herself to him."

Fowl Games by Pureblood_Muggle - T, one-shot - Hermione never believed in Divination - and she wasn't going to start now, just because Luna *saw* something.

Journal Entries by TriDogMom - E, one-shot - Draco is in a meeting and gets a naughty message from Hermione.

Ocean Views by MrsMast - G, one-shot - Hermione had some time off work, and Draco so happened to be at the same beach. When they run into each other, will things go how they expect?

Research, Destruction, and Love by highlyintelligentblonde - G, one-shot - How Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger finally got together after knowing each other for 10 years, being friends for five, and being coworkers for 3. Told from an insider perspective ;)

The Orphan by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - A couple torn apart. A soldier at war. A lost child.

Revelations by LuxLouise - not rated, one-shot - Hermione makes a startling discovery.

20 Questions by savedprincess85 - T, one-shot - Hermione rescues Draco from a bad date. What happens during a game of 20 questions?

A Walk in the Park by IRisEaGLeS - G, one-shot - Hermione Granger is stressed, but then she meets a cute little cherub at her favorite park. And like every cherub in history, this little one decides to play matchmaker.

Stake Me Out Tonight, I Don't Want To Let You Go 'Til We Catch This Guy by fandomfairytales - E, WIP - Written for the DFW Birthday GOGO Fest 2020Based on the following prompt tags from HighlyIntelligentBlonde: Co-Workers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Fluff, HEATitle courtesy of Charles Boyle (NINE-NINE!!) because I accidentally gave this a slight B99 vibeoOoPartners for more than a few years, Draco and Hermione have captured more than just their fair share of criminals on behalf of the Auror Department, they've captured each other's hearts: taking each other down is another matter entirely...However, Hermione Granger never met a problem she couldn't solve; armed with a plan and a three-day stakeout, what's the best that could happen? Strap yourself in, I'm back for more; with plenty of fluff, soft smut, silliness, Dramione being idiots in love and giving the DMLE betting pool a constant source of fresh romance gossip and entertainment... Oh and a case/perp that has literally no bearing on the plot

Starling by floorcoaster - T, one-shot - Someone's been helping Hermione with her work and she's not sure what to think.

DFW Tropes Fest: Double Trouble 2020:

Felix Mal Felicis by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger came back to Hogwarts as Head Girl. Unfortunately, her counterpart - Head Boy - was Draco Malfoy. To make the year even more difficult, they've been partnered together to brew a rather difficult potion. Felix Mal Felicis - Bad Luck Potion. It's difficulty lies in the brewing process - bad lucks seems to always happens while it's being brewed. Hence why it's not often made. Hermione discovers just how much bad luck she can handle.

Finishing Lessons by Seakays - T, WIP - When Hermione Granger finds out she is the illegitimate pureblood daughter of two members of the Sacred Twenty Eight, she needs a tutor to help her navigate the old customs and expectations thrust upon her.Enter Draco Malfoy.

Somebody I used to Know by Charlie9646 - T, one-shot - Hermione didn’t know why she was even here. Why did Ginny always suggested things like this? But it was worth a shot, if the worst happened she could simply forget about and move on. She had a fairly happy life, but her love life left a lot to be desired.If Pansy could find someone for Harry why couldn’t she do the same for her?

Worth It by crochetaway - M, one-shot - Hermione is sent up to Hogwarts to investigate instances of Dark Magic. But digging to the bottom of this mystery isn't the only thing she finds up there.

riddle me this by megamegaturtle - G, one-shot - Their fingers touch when Draco hands her the paper and Hermione's heart almost jumps out of her chest.The note reads: How do you spell ‘cute boy’ with only two letters? -Riddle Me ThisHermione finds herself grinning. “Cutie. Q-T. That’s the answer to the riddle. You’re a cutie, Malfoy.”[the one where someone leaves Draco Malfoy riddles to solve from the local coffee shop's community board and he enlists Hermione Granger for help.](Written for 2020 DFW Trope Fest: Double Trouble)

The Holly and The Ivy by dirtymudblood - M, 3 chapters - “Actually,” Hermione interrupted, “I’m so glad because… because I’ve been seeing someone too and I was going to ask how you’d feel about me bringing them to the Burrow.” Ron’s jaw dropped and Hermione’s fingers tingled. Take that, Ron. “Who?” He shouted, bewildered. She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

The Soulmate Test by ThebeMoon - M, one-shot - Draco Malfoy’s life after the War has lapsed into a steamy round of indulgence between the Manor and Knockturn Alley. A highly eligible bachelor despite his dark past, Draco is used to scheming witches glamouring “DLM” on their arms and claiming to be his soulmate in accordance with ancient magic. But he never expected Hermione Granger to be one of them.

The Muggle's Wise Daughter by Mariana_Monteverde - G, 2 chapters - A Dramione Fairytale AU.Draco is a young King, one of his ministers has betrayed him, and the man's only salvation is the ability of his daughter solving the King's Riddle...

Reverse by kifiyathewriter - T, one-shot - When a number of his patients begin to die from a mysterious ailment, Draco Malfoy goes on a mission to seek out the source and unwittingly uncovers a dark truth.

You, Me, and all my other Figments by Shamione - T, one-shot - Hermione sighed dejectedly, glancing over a stone facade that had once plagued her nightmares: Malfoy Manor. A home that, at one point, had been her sole source of anguish. It was now a place that bore a new level of melancholy, though. A place that reminded Hermione Granger that Draco Malfoy was gone.He'd vanished and left no clues toward his whereabouts. Nothing, that is, until the Manor's wards were dropped. A rusty amulet is the single shred of evidence that could shed light on Hermione's once boyfriend.A new scar, an awful date, and an image of the man she'd desperately missed are the only clues to help her find her missing love.

How the Omega Was Won by Amebb42 - M, one-shot - When Hermione presents as an Omega, she is appalled to discover that the Alphas usually fight amongst themselves and whoever is strongest takes the Omega. The Weasley twins help her come up with a way to "try out" the local Alphas and choose for herself. They might have left out a few details of where she will find herself within this new product of theirs.

RX by Starryar - M, one-shot - STOP! Did you know this one shot was expanded into a multi-chap? Check out 'RX - The Full Story' for additional content! ------ Written for the Double Trouble Fest. Thank you Dramione Fanfiction Writers for hosting this! Assigned Tropes: Meet Ugly & Prison AU. Please mind the tags. ------ Draco Lucius Malfoy was stuck in-between enjoy life and rebuilding it. Should he throw his life away on the drugs, or should he create an honorable legacy for the Malfoy name? Perhaps he already knew the answer, but was putting off responsibility as long as he could. Hermione Jean Granger had been hit hard after the war. She didn't qualify for the order of Merlin and she had no family due to her memory charms being too great. The war veteran decided that Healer School was her best bet at undoing her own charms, but the price for education was never cheap. Two days in one cell and the two once enemies may find unexpected help in each other - if they don't get charged with murder first.

This fest is ongoing.

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