#granger lifestyle

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After school routine

4:00 pm - come home

4:05 pm - eat lunch & make matcha

4:40 pm - walk the dog

5:20pm - look at my planer & start doing homework

6:00 pm - workout & yoga

6:30 pm - more homework and/or studying

7:00 pm - eat dinner and spend time with the family

9:30 pm - make sleep tea and start to get ready for bed

10:00 pm - go to bed

[gringadano]

Wands UP 💔

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i think he knows | theodore nott x reader

song; i think he knows [taylor swift] pairing; theodore nott x ravenclaw!fem!reader genre; not actually unrequited love, s2l, fluff word count; 3,1k timeline; half-blood prince warnings; swearing, theo's lack of communication summary; you had fancied the mysteriously quiet slytherin boy for as long as you could remember (since first year), and, quite frankly, your best friend was sick of you going on about it without ever making a move

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"wanna see what's under that attitude."

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Truth was, you knew you weren't special for having your attention caught by Theodore Nott. Despite his almost entirely anti-social personality and apparent grumpiness, many girls longed after him. You completely understood, of course; there was something enticing about a potentially misunderstood quiet boy, and the idea of becoming the one person they show affection to was self-indulging.

The fact of the matter, as your best friend, Cho, frequently pointed out, was that you had never even so much as spoken to him. You hoped he at least knew you existed, from the times you had been praised in class for your assignments, but you had no proof that he even recognised your face.

"Babe, it's sixth year now- that's over five years of you fancying Nott," Cho said as she caught your gaze lingering over to the Slytherin table again. It was your second day back after summer, so you had a lot of long-distance admiring to catch up on.

"Okay, so?" you replied, not even bothering to move your eyes away from the object of your desires.

"So, it's time that you do something about it," she continued, shovelling scrambled eggs on to both her plate and yours, "Do you really want to leave Hogwarts without any dating experience?"

You finally prized your eyes away from Nott, opting instead to meet your concerned best friend's gaze, "I don't think it's the sort of time to be thinking about dating."

"It's especially the time to think about it," she said, "Our lives may be shorter than we think they are - don't die with regrets."

You sighed, unable to argue.

"Plus, it really wouldn't hurt to have some positivity around here. You can feel how much heavier the air is than before."

That, you had to agree with. People were still laughing in their friend groups throughout the hall, sure, but there was a lingering sense of dread that had stuck with everyone since the Triwizard Tournament and reign of Umbridge, and it was only getting worse.

"Maybe," you finally concluded, picking up your fork to dig into your breakfast.

"You have nothing to lose," she added, "Your social circles are completely separate, and, you're pretty as fuck."

You couldn't help but smile at her compliment, "Even if that's true, I'm completely inexperienced."

"It's not that hard."

"Yeah, says the girl who had both Hogwarts champions drooling over her. No offence, babe, but you're biased."

"That could just have easily been you if you'd ever spoken to either of them."

"Whatever you say."

Cho sighed, deciding to not argue any further with you on the matter - for now.

***

It was amazing how potions went from your least favourite subject to your favourite after Slughorn took over from Snape. The lessons were no longer a fear-inducing chore, but instead a time of laughter and enjoyable learning: the way it should be.

Harry Potter especially seemed to be flourishing in the subject, much to the dismay of Hermione Granger, who usually took the spot at the top of the class. You were glad to not be a part of their constantly hectic lifestyles, although you had almost been when Cho had a thing with Harry the year prior.

Regardless, your main focus during potions was the gorgeous Slytherin boy who sat across the classroom from you - another of the best students in the class. Your seat was stationed at the perfect angle to sneak glances at him without raising too much suspicion: you definitely hadn't ensured that a few weeks ago during the first lesson or anything.

"Shit, I forgot the anjelica," you muttered to yourself, gazing at the list of ingredients in front of you as you had been wondering why your potion was a navy blue when it was meant to be a royal blue.

You left your station to head over to the ingredients cupboard, where you gazed at the arrangement before you. It was organised alphabetically, so your eyes shifted to the top left hand corner where you spotted the jar that you were after.

You stood on your tiptoes in attempt to reach it, but after failing, you huffed, going to pull out your wand instead. That was when a hard chest pressed against your back and a large pale hand grasped the very jar that you were in dire need of. You turned around quickly only to spot the guy you had fancied for an unhealthy amount of time - and his face was shockingly close to yours. His scent swarmed your nostrils, making your knees weak.

He raised an eyebrow at you.

Coming to your senses, you cleared your throat, "Uh, I need some of that anjelica- please."

His eyes shifted down to the jar in his hand as he stepped back slightly. The added distance meant that you could finally breathe.

Nott presented the jar to you, and you gratefully took it, thanking him in the process. As you went to open it and take what you needed, he left the cupboard and went back to his station, which was in view of where you were. You remained shocked for a few moments: did he not need some of the herb? His eyes locked on to yours from where he now was, making you panic and quickly depart the cupboard with the jar still in your hand.

Rowena, how did Cho expect you to ask him out when you couldn't even make eye contact with him?

***

The following morning, you were sat at breakfast with Cho and your other fellow Ravenclaws, busy discussing the latest ancient runes essay that you had to complete. Just as you began to discuss the difficulties you had with writing the conclusion, you were interrupted by the sound of owls from above. The morning post had arrived.

Typically, you didn't get anything. Maybe the occasional letter from your mother, but that was about it. So, you were mildly surprised to see an envelope drop in front of you.

It was a very small envelope: that was the most confusing part. You couldn't think as to why your mother wouldn't send a normal-sized letter, but you opened it nonetheless. Only, the contents of the envelope made your stomach drop as dread filled your bones and veins.

A tiny note was enclosed, that wasn't addressed or signed, and it simply read "I see you staring at me". Instinctively, your eyes looked up and over to the Slytherin table, where Theodore Nott sat, evidently having been watching you this entire time. His face was completely blank, until he arched an eyebrow at you - clearly a favoured expression of his - which made you begin panicking.

"Oh, fuck," you mumbled, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Only Cho, who was sat next to you, heard your profanities, and turned to you with confusion adorning her face. "What is it?"

You passed the note over to her, still gazing at Nott who now had the slightest of amused smirks tugging on his lips.

"Oh, fuck," Cho mimicked you, finally making you prize your eyes away from the boy, "Yeah, I see why you're panicking."

"This is going to socially ruin me," you sighed, "He'll probably tell the other Slytherins and then they'll bully me until the end of my school career."

"Okay, catastrophising much?" she said, gently slapping you, "Nott like never talks, I highly doubt he divulges his friends with personal information."

"Yeah, his personal information!" you whisper-yelled.

"I mean, maybe he likes you back."

"What?"

"He doesn't indicate at all in that note that he's mad at you for staring at him."

"Yeah, but, don't you think he'd go about it in a different way if he returned the feelings?"

Cho paused to think for a moment, "No, actually. Maybe he was pretty sure that you were staring at him, but needed to confirm it. So, he wrote that note to you, intentionally not signing it, to see if you would immediately look to him after reading it."

Your eyes widened with realisation, "Wait, are you saying I could have still saved myself, but instead instantly looked in his direction like a fucking idiot?"

"Y/N," she hit your arm, "I think this is a good thing. Try and be more optimistic."

"Easy for you to say."

***

You felt sick to your stomach as you arrived at your potions lesson that day, keeping your head down as you took your usual seat. Normally, this would be when you'd steal your first glance at Theodore Nott, but the thought of seeing his face again paralysed you with fear.

"Y/N, relax," Cho whispered to you, but her words were futile. Relaxation seemed impossible in times like this.

"Today, class, I want you to pair up with someone you don't usually work with," Professor Slughorn announced, "By that I mean, someone who isn't from your house and doesn't sit on your table."

You mumbled a curse under your breath as people began to move around, looking up to try and locate the nice Hufflepuff girl you sat next to in history of magic. Only, Cho had already disappeared to her side, and they were chatting happily with each other. Rowena, this was bad. You didn't have the biggest social circle.

"Excellent, everyone seems to be in pairs," Slughorn spoke, making you furrow your eyebrows.

Looking to your side, you were shocked to see that Nott had silently sat next you, and was gazing at you intently.

"Hi," you squeaked, flashbacks of breakfast flooding back to you.

He gave you a curt nod, and turned back to face the front.

You didn't listen to a single instruction that Slughorn gave after that, as your brain was much too pre-occupied with concepts of social suicide and humiliation. Was Nott just trying to torture you?

"L/N," a deep voice snapped you out of your thoughts. That was it. The first time you had ever heard Theodore Nott speak.

You turned to him, only to realise that everyone was standing up and getting ingredients - had you really been that spaced out?

It must have been evident in your facial expression that you had no idea what was going on, because Nott opened his potions book and pointed at the potion that you were making. You looked at the ingredient list, but you couldn't say that you were actually taking any of it in.

Clearly, Nott was aware of this fact, and let out a small sigh that made you feel exceptionally guilty. Regardless, he walked over to the ingredients cupboard himself without another word and soon returned with everything you needed. In the meantime, you had snapped out of your stupor and set up the cauldron and cutting board. You didn't want him to completely regret pairing up with you.

What potion were you even making? You finally processed the words on the page: amortentia. Your eyes widened.

This might not end well.

***

You had never thought being a remarkable potion maker - who was collaborating with a fellow remarkable potion maker - would be a bad thing. It turned out that it very much could be when the steam from your concoction wafted up your nose, overwhelming your senses with the smell of intertwined chestnut and paper money. As if the faint scent of Nott that you picked up on whenever he walked past didn't make you nervous enough, now it filled the entire room, since you certainly weren't the only capable potion makers in the class.

"Alright, class, it seems that we have all about finished," Slughorn clapped his hands together, "And, now, for my favourite part."

You had a feeling you knew what was coming.

"Miss Parkinson, what does the potion smell like to you?"

"Uh," the girl flushed a bit, her eyes flicking towards Draco Malfoy, "I don't know how to describe it - clean, expensive. Like a really fancy fragrance."

"Fascinating, most fascinating," Slughorn replied, his eyes gleaming, "Mr Nott, what about you?"

Were you already about to hear him speak for the second time? He hadn't spoke throughout the entire potion making process, which, to be honest, you were kind of glad for.

"Coconut," he said simply, "And vanilla."

Your breath hitched.

You used coconut shampoo.

Your favourite perfume was a vanilla scent.

"That is most interesting!" Slughorn grinned, "It is fascinating to hear what enraptures you all the most!"

You didn't realise that your eyes had glued on to Nott as Slughorn proceeded to ask other students what amortentia smelled of to them until the Slytherin boy turned to face you and raised a singular eyebrow.

You felt warm underneath his gaze.

He smirked.

***

You packed up at the end of the lesson, preparing to return to the Ravenclaw tower until dinner time along with Cho who was still across the room. Just as you were about to walk over to her, Nott grabbed your arm and jerked his head in the direction of the door. It was a silent invitation to walk with him somewhere, from what you could gather. You turned around to tell Cho where you were going, but she had already disappeared, much to your confusion.

The first few minutes of the walk were in silence, and the awkwardness was killing you. It was only once you had emerged from the dungeons that Nott finally said something.

"You aren't subtle."

A lightning bolt of shock and nerves shot up your spine and made you stiffen up as you walked. You managed to force out a mumble of, "I know."

He shrugged, "It's cute."

Had you heard him right? No, you couldn't have. You just weren't used to hearing his voice.

"I thought you were shy," you muttered, but he heard and chuckled a bit.

"No. Just quiet."

You clutched your books close to your chest.

"You're shy," he added.

You nodded.

He chuckled again, and silence ensued for another couple minutes.

"Hogsmeade," he said.

You hummed in surprise.

"This weekend. Me, you."

Your jaw dropped - did he mean a date? A Hogsmeade invitation had certain implications among Hogwarts students.

But he didn't clarify, not once on the way to the Ravenclaw tower.

***

"Relax, Y/N, you'll be great," Cho assured you, wrapping your scarf around your neck since the autumn breeze was nippy in Scotland.

"I don't even know if it's a date."

"Of course it's a date," she shook her head, "Everyone knows what inviting someone to Hogsmeade means."

You grimaced, "I don't know if Nott is the most up to date with social norms."

"Regardless, he's not a fucking idiot."

You gave your best friend a small smile.

"Now, he'll be waiting for you in the courtyard, so hurry!"

***

You had only ever seen Theodore Nott in casual clothing from afar before, catching a glimpse of him before he disappeared amongst the other Slytherins. But, Rowena, you had been missing out on quite an indulgent sight.

How could a man make such a simple outfit of a knitted jumper and baggy jeans look so good? You didn't understand it, unable to feel anything but self-conscious in your own ensemble.

He didn't smile at you as you approached, but instead gave you a curt nod. And, as you both began walking towards the carriage, the silence was truly beginning to suffocate you. So, you reached inside the crevices of your brain to talk about something - anything - and finally landed on informing him of every little thing that had happened to you that week. It wasn't particularly interesting, mainly because you were omitting the details about him, but it meant that the quietness was filled with your babbling.

Which was how it went the entire journey to Hogsmeade.

At first you weren't sure he was listening, but when you paused mid sentence for a moment, he raised his eyebrow at you and gestured for you to go on. So you did.

"...and honestly, I don't know why Cho thought that was a good idea," you sighed as you both stepped out of the carriage, "She nearly set her hair on fire!"

You heard a small chuckle erupt from the boy next to you, making you look over to him in surprise.

"What about you? How's your week been?" you asked cautiously, nervous to see his reaction to a question that required a wordy response.

He shrugged.

It was frustrating.

You chewed your lip for a few seconds, "Look- I get you find communication difficult. But, please, I need more to work with here."

He gave you a surprised expression, and stopped walking, making you halt too. Nott looked around pensively, completely unreadable.

"Nott?"

He looked at you and scowled, "Theo," he corrected.

"Theo- what are you doing?"

Letting out a loud exhale, he grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the main street of Hogsmeade and to a more hidden area behind some of the houses. When you turned around, you realised that he was right in front of you - to the point that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your face.

"I'm not good with words," he mumbled.

You hummed in agreement.

"I don't like talking to people," he continued, "But I want to talk to you."

Your breath hitched, "Really?"

"I'm not an idiot- I've known that you've fancied me for years."

You felt your ears heat up.

"But this year, when we started back, I-" he paused, trying to piece together the words in his mind, "I saw you, and it was different than before. I wanted your attention."

A smile crept on to your face as you gazed up at him.

"So, I know I need to work on being open - but I want to try. For you."

You don't know where the wave of confidence came from, but you found yourself pressing your lips against his and combing your fingers through his hair. He gasped at the sudden contact, but quickly reciprocated the affection until you pulled apart.

"Rowena... I always thought you knew. I can't believe I was right."

"Horrifying?"

"A little," you nodded, "But it's obviously worked out."

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You're An Idiot…My Idiot

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Reader is a Ravenclaw

WARNING: Injury and awkward fluff

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Third Person P.O.V:

7th Year

Hermione sat in the bleachers with Luna as they watched the final Quidditch game of the season before the Championships. People cheered and booed all around them as they watched the Gryffindor VS Ravenclaw game.

Ron and Harry sped over the stands they kept their heads in the game, Harry soon took off towards another area as Ron stayed near the goal.

A flash of blue almost smacked Hermione in the face as it went by, but the familiar scent of a certain Ravenclaw made her eyes roll.

Y/n Y/l/n.

What was there to say about such a girl?

They weren't the best of friends, but they weren't enemies either. It's more like an artful dance of flirting and annoyance that they both have mastered around each other.

Hermione despised her arrogant and cocky attitude, with a fiery passion. The way she walked around like her shit didn't stink, always sent the Gryffindor up a wall.

Yet Y/n seemed to make it her life's mission is spin around the drain of Hermione's inner circle, almost like she wanted to be sucked into her presence even more.

The brunette wouldn't let that happen, just because Y/n was attractive, didn't mean Hermione had to give her a seat in her lifestyle.

"Y/n is very much showboating this game," Luna says as she watches her team zigzag around the field.

Hermione watched as the y/h/c girl seemed to be making a show as she chased after the golden snitch. She dodged wooden beams and pillars as she followed it closely, Harry was on her tail but seemed to be lagging behind.

"When doesn't she showboat?" Hermione grumbled as the blonde beside her gave a dreamy laugh.

"I've never understood your dislike for Y/n, I understand she can be a bit much, but she seems to genuinely enjoy your company," Luna says as people cheer around them because of a Gryffindor Chaser scoring a goal.

"She is so sleazy! Why would I entertain that type of person with my time?" Hermione says, to which Luna just shrugged. Her eyes looked at the brunettes for a moment but then flicked back to the game.

The tense grit in her jaw, how straight her back was, and the fiddling of her fingers gave Hermione away quite easily.

Luna had begun to spot Hermione at every Ravenclaw game since the beginning of the fifth year. It didn't matter if Gryffindor was playing or not, she never missed a game.

There had been a rumor going around that Y/n and Hermione were seen talking in an empty hallway, and it looked more like flirting than actual conversation.

Those rumors were quickly thwarted when everyone saw them back in their bickering behavior in the coming days.

"You fancy her" she states.

Hermione's eyes widened at the statement. That was outlandish! She had never felt any romantic feelings for Y/n!

Well...

Ugh, she couldn't believe she had been figured out by one of her friends, and that she had actually fallen for the Ravenclaw's charms!

It was humiliating, honestly.

Y/n had caught her alone in an empty hallway sometime at the early start of the fifth year. It had been normal, for the most part. Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed at every pickup line she tried, but then she said something that caught her off guard.

"I need your help"

Y/n had never been one to ask for help, EVER.

So, to hear it come from her mouth was almost like hearing the devil say 'please'. It even made her slack-jawed in awe from hearing it as they stood in that empty hallway.

The Ravenclaw soon pulled out her grades from last year and showed Hermione that she had completely failed Alchemy the entire year.

She was being forced to retake it.

Hermione had shifted from foot to foot in the debate about whether she should help her greatest annoyance.

"Please Hermione, you're the smartest girl I know...and I truly need your help"

Something changed in the Gryffindor's heart, maybe because of the overzealous ego that Y/n seemed to be missing at this moment, or how she started to notice how beautiful her eyes were in the sunlight.

"Alright, alright. Meet me in the dungeons after dark, I'll help you."

Hermione then smiled at her. Another historic moment for the two, Y/n almost wanted to take a picture. If only she had a camera on her...

That was years ago now, and both had been meeting up in the old Potions classroom every night to study or just talk.

Y/n acted completely different when they were alone, so soft and caring. Her smile wasn't cocky, and her laugh was light and airy.

So, you could imagine when Hermione started to be pulled in by her charms.

"That's ridiculous!" Hermione replied with a face as scarlet as a letter, Luna just chuckled and looked back onto the field.

Harry and Y/n flew side by side as they chased after the snitch, both had grins on their faces as they tried to outmaneuver one another.

They were good friends, both having practiced together many times during their time at Hogwarts. They were the best of the best when it came to school level, and Hermione wouldn't be surprised if Y/n went on to be a professional.

Y/n flew to the other side of Harry as they slipped past the high-rise stands. Hermione was sure that one of them was going to kick someone in the head.

People began to murmur as they saw the Beaters looking around frantically. They seemed to have lost sight of the Bludger. Never a good sign.

"Bouncing Bludger!" People called out as a warning.

Harry suddenly ducked down as he heard a loud zipping noise headed his way. He obviously had flashbacks to the second year when he broke his arm because of one.

Sadly, Y/n didn't take in the noise before it was too late. A collective gasp took over the crowd when the ball smacked into Y/n's side at high speed, knocking her off her broom and slamming her into the walkway between the bleachers and railing.

She skidded for a few moments her body rolling and slamming onto the ground as friends and teammates ran/flew to her aid immediately. Harry watched in anguish as he saw his friend lay on the floor of the bleachers, unmoving.

"Oh my god," Hermione whispers as she pushes her way down to the main floor with Luna on her heels. People murmured around them as Madam Hooch ran to Y/n's side and checked her over.

"We need to get her to Hospital Wing, any able-body boys, I need you to carry her!" she yells as Ron lands beside them and drops his broom.

Hermione shoved her way through the crowd, whispering quiet apologies as she basically elbowed everyone in front of her. Luna held the back of her shirt as she followed in her wake.

When they finally broke through the barrier of people, Ron slowly picked her up into his arms. Y/n looked so fragile as her arm dangled.

Hermione stood there, staring as Ron walked away with Madam Hooch in quick steps. People's whispers seemed to get louder when she began to follow close behind them.

Harry flew down near the railing and called out to his female best friend as he followed beside her. Yet, she completely ignored him and everyone else as she stared at Y/n's head, which was lobed over the edge of Ron's forearm.

Luna stayed back and watched Hermione's actions with a knowing look. The way her body was loose and nervous, yet she just gazed at the unconscious Ravenclaw in her friend's arms like she was witnessing a car accident.

Hermione didn't know how to feel, or think.

Her body went into autopilot.

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She sat on the bench outside the hospital wing as friends, teammates, and some teachers went and checked on her. Y/n had woken up once, but Madam Promfrey quickly put her back to sleep due to the broken ribs and her groans of pain,

It was now almost one in the morning, everyone had gone to bed for the night. The only people in that part of the castle were the biggest rivals in the school.

Hermione's foot shook as she gathered the courage to get off this bench and finally walk in.

She was nervous to see Y/n in a state that wasn't what she was used to. To see her broken and bruised...was going to be foreign.

Quietly she stood up and walked towards the big doors, she slowly opened them, and they squeaked loudly.

Hermione cursed to herself as she decided to leave it open. Her eyes scanned the moonlit room to find only one occupant of the beds.

Y/n laid on her back as her chest rose and fell slowly. Her white school shirt showed that her sides were bandaged and tightly wrapped around her skin.

The Gryffindor carefully stepped closer as she watched for any sudden movements or to hear any discomfort leave Y/n's lips.

When she finally sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed and looked upon the Ravenclaw's face. She was peaceful, oblivious to the amount of pain her body was in.

Hermione didn't know what to do, or why she was even still up this late at night for someone she only knew in the dark.

Maybe that's why? Nighttime was the only place where they saw each other's true colors. Spoke without any malice or anger.

Her hand slowly laid itself beside Y/n's, her finger caressing the girl's knuckles. Silent affection, something only she would know about when day broke again.

"You've done it Y/l/n. You've got me under your spell...I hope you're proud" Hermione whispers as she stares her their hands, feeling how cold Y/n's hand is compared to hers.

"You're freezing" she whispers as she stands up and walks over to a cabinet full of blankets and other equipment.

"I don't know why Madam Promfrey insists on keeping the wing so cold!" Hermione grumbled as she grabbed a blanket and shut the cabinet closed with a small 'huff'.

When she walked back over, she unraveled the folded polyester and draped it across the injured girl. Her hands glided carefully around Y/n's sides to make sure the heat of her body helped her broken ribs heal a little faster.

Hermione leaned over her unconscious form as she carefully tucked the blanket around her, as she moved up towards her shoulders, their faces were almost nose to nose.

She leaned away slightly but stared for another moment as she noticed the bruises along her jaw and cheek.

"That fall did a number on you too" Hermione whispered as she reached up and took a hold of Y/n's chin, gently moving her head so she could get a better look at the purple marks.

She sighed softly and sat back in the chair, her legs crossing as she debated on what to do next. A big part of her wanted to stay, but another didn't want to put any more suspicion on their 'unlabeled relationship'.

Was it friendly or turning into more?

It was obvious that Hermione had grown quite fond of the Y/n under the cover of the dark, but was that truly who she was?

Or was the arrogant and cocky asshole during the day her true personality?

This question made Hermione want to rip her hair out. It was the only part that she couldn't get a clear answer on.

"You are so infuriating" Hermione mumbled quietly as she looked away and out threw the window. She could see owls flying out of the Owlry, their silhouettes dancing across the moon.

She heard a big intake of breath before a pained grunt came from Y/n. Hermione's eyes quickly fell back on her as she brought the chair closer to the bed.

"I know" she whispers as her hand reaches up and pushes away some hair that was stuck to Y/n's forehead.

It was quiet as Hermione calmed down Y/n by running her fingers through her hair. Watching as the Ravenclaw seemed to be craving her touch.

"You're such an idiot sometimes. Why don't you listen to your teammates?" She asks in an annoyed tone as she thinks back on the incident from many hours ago. Y/n silently groaned in pain as she nudged her head against Hermione's palm.

"You can't guilt me out of giving you a lecture once you wake up" she hums as her hand caressed Y/n's forehead, she could feel the heat radiating from it.

It's silent as Hermione does more than any rival should do, but she feels guilty that the Ravenclaw didn't have anyone who wanted to stay and watch over her during this.

"You need to find a girlfriend. I can't be the one to take care of you during times like this" she hummed quietly as she moved her hand away. Y/n groans again, whether, from the pain or the now sudden lack of contact, Hermione isn't sure.

"Then again...I'd more than likely come sit by you if this happens again" she sighed as she started to use unconscious Y/n as a therapist. It made her chuckle slightly about it.

"This is ridiculous! Why are you so charming to me now?" Hermione huffs in annoyance as she crosses her arms. A small hue of scarlet red flooded onto her face.

"Fine. You're cute, I'll give you that." She admits with an annoyed sigh as she looks everywhere but Y/n.

"How can I fancy you? I've despised your very presence since we've met!" The Gryffindor mumbles as her eyes follow the detail of the stone walls.

She was silent for a while, listening to the soft breathing of the Ravenclaw beside her as her mind stumbled over itself with different thoughts.

"I'll admit it. Alright?" She sighs with another annoyed tone. Hermione hated admitting she had been wrong, especially about how she truly felt about things.

"I've fallen for the sound of your voice, and the kindness you show me when it's just the two of us. Or how you seem to look at me like...I can't explain it, it's like-" she's cut off.

"Like you're the only person in the room that matters"

Hermione turned in shock to hear a dry and raspy voice coming from the bed beside her. Y/n eyes were open, but tired still. She had a weak smile, yet it seemed very genuine.

They stared at one another, Hermione's breathing was audible but soft. Her hands gripped her jeans, trying to convince herself that she wasn't hallucinating. Y/n's hand slipped out from under the blanket and waited patiently to be taken.

Hermione sat nervously as she hesitated, her eyes flickering between Y/n's hand and eyes. The Ravenclaw waited patiently, continuing to look at her with a soft smile.

"How can I trust you?" Hermione asked as she looked back at her, their gaze tense and unbreaking.

"I've loved you since our first Potions class together" Y/n whispered, surprising the Gryffindor once again. All the way back to first-year?

"Then why..." Hermione drifts off as she thinks of every time they've gotten into an argument or pushed each other's buttons on purpose.

"It's the only way you'd talk to me! Thank Merlin I failed Alchemy, or else this might of never happened" Y/n chuckles softly as Hermione slips her hand into hers. It was warm now.

Y/n's thumb subconsciously ran over Hermione's knuckles as they continued to stare at one another.

"Go out with me Granger, tomorrow," Y/n asked with a grin, which Hermione chuckled at.

"You're still on bed rest for your broken ribs" she states, to which the Ravenclaw groans about.

"I'll sneak out, meet me in Irondale" Y/n says and Hermione rolls her eyes with a playful smile as she places her other hand between the space below her chest and above her stomach.

"I'll bring you some Ice Cream tomorrow as compensation, please stay in bed," Hermione asks nicely and Y/n grumbles like an upset first-year.

"Alright, but as soon as I'm released then?" Y/n asks with a smile as she squeezes the Gryffindor's hand.

"Maybe" Hermione teased as they began to quietly laugh together, their chuckles echoing around them in the empty Hospital Wing.

Y/n hissed and touched her sides.

"Don't make me laugh" she whispers with a pained smile, to which Hermione quickly apologized and moved her chair closer. Looking at the potions on the nightstand beside the bed.

"When did you take these?" she asks as her hand leaves Y/ns and starts to pick up bottles, reading the labels carefully.

"You tell me," Y/n says with a grin as she tries to lay at her side, but Hermione quickly scolds her.

"Don't you dare! You have broken ribs!" she says with a sigh as she watches Y/n roll her eyes and lay back down.

"Here, this is for pain relief. It says take every four hours, and you've been knocked out long past that" Hermione hums as she pours the liquid into a small cup, Y/n makes a face as the smell of it hits her nose.

"Please don't make me pour it down your throat" Hermione states as she holds the cup for her. They looked at each other with playful glares.

"It smells like horse piss 'Mione" Y/n says as she slowly sat u. Her ribs felt as though they were on fire, causing her to curse and hold back some tears.

Hermione took her hand and held it against her back to alleviate some of the pain. It seemed to help slightly.

"I know, but it's good for you" she replied as she placed the cup in the Ravenclaw's hands.

"Maybe so, but I need a little convincing" Y/n says through pained breaths as she smiles. Hermione raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"How so?" She asks as Y/n places her hand on the side of her neck and pulls the brown-haired girl towards her.

Hermione smiled when she stood out of her chair and kissed the Ravenclaw. Their lips moved simultaneously, their hands grasping each other's faces with passion.

Each kiss felt more irresistible than the last, to the point that Y/n desperately whispered 'no' when Hermione began to pull away.

"Drink, then we'll see about another one " she whispered back as she sat back in the chair, her face pink and her lips smudged with Y/n's peppermint chapstick.

Y/n was quick to down the potion like a shot of Fire Whiskey. To which she soon regretted when her face contorted and she started to cough from the taste.

As she gagged and hacked from the horrendous flavor, she grasped her sides in pain.

"Sweet Merlin, knock me out" she said through wheezes as Hermione rubbed her back comfortingly.

Eventually Y/n was able to calm herself and lay back down on the bed. Hermione covered her back with the blanket and sighed softly.

"You're an idiot" she said with a sigh as Y/n grasped her hand and smiled.

"Your idiot"

"I haven't claimed you"

"Yet! I'm putting it into the universe now" Y/n hums as she shuts her tired eyes and lets the potion start to relax her body.

"Oh god," Hermione whispers as she stands up and dusts off her jeans. Owls booted as they passed by the window.

"Get some sleep-"

Y/n quickly grabbed her wrist and gave a soft, but pleading look. This shocked the Gryffindor. Y/n was never this openly touchy.

"Don't go"

Hermione looked at her as a small smile crept into her lips, she looked away to hide her charmed facial expression.

"If you wish" she says as she sits back in the chair and takes Y/n's hand into hers. Their palms fit perfectly against one another.

Y/n relaxed as she began to fall asleep again, her eyes fluttering shut to the comfort of Hermione's watchful gaze.

The room felt safe.

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Hermione soon woke up to the sun shining in her eyes, she groaned as she sat up and cursed the chair for putting a knot in her back

When her eyes focused, she found Y/n reading the Daily Prophet with an annoyed look on her face. Hermione yawned and caught her attention.

"Look at this! I look like roadkill!" Y/n huffed as she showed the front page of the article, it was a moving picture of Y/n passed out on the bleacher floor.

"Quidditch Player Bludgeoned!" Hermione read out the headline and snickered slightly as Y/n just huffed in anger again.

"That's a stupid play on words" she grumbled as Madam Promfrey walked back with a snicker of her own.

"I liked it" she said with a smile as she took care of a sick third-year a few beds away.

"Hey!" Y/n groaned as Hermione placed the paper down and chuckled, the air between them was light and fun.

Y/n looked back at her and sighed, the sun shining on her back as it cast her shadow on the bed.

"So...do you want to talk about last night?" Y/n asks and Hermione feels her cheeks heat up at the remembrance of it.

"Yes, we should" she replied as she scooted closer, hoping to keep the conversation as private as possible.

Y/n gently gazed upon her, her eyes seemed to glow as the backlight of the sunshine shimmered around her.

They both were nervous to hear what the other would say, which led them to just look at one another to start the conversation.

"Would you still like to go out to Irondale with me? After I get released, of course." Y/n whispers as her eyes fall to the palms of her hands. A nervous silence grew between them as Madam Promfrey pretended she wasn't listening in.

"I would like that, a lot" Hermione whispers as a shared smile breaks out on their faces. The room felt warmer as their cheeks turned a cotton candy color (or candy floss if you really want to get British).

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They spoke quietly together as the day turned to night once again, Y/n eventually convincing Hermione to go back to her dorm and get a good night's rest.

But as soon as Hermione's head hit that pillow, she began to toss and turn. To the point that Ginny threw a pillow at her to make her stop moving.

"I can't help it!" Hermione whispered as she sat up and threw the bundle of feathers back at her. Ginny just sighed as she caught it and laid back with it covering her face in annoyance.

"Just go see her then! Everyone has been talking about you two today" Ginny muffled through the cloth as a few other girls hummed in agreement as they pretended to be asleep.

"Of course, this school spreads gossip quicker than the flu" Hermione grumbles as she throws the covers off and slips on her shoes. A few of the girls chuckled as they sat up as well and turned on the light.

"I find it cute," Lavender says with a smile as she yawns softly. Ginny snickered and moved the pillow off her face, watching as Hermione seemed to be burning with embarrassment.

"I hate you all" the leather-haired beauty grumbled as she walked towards the door.

"But we love you!" The girls yelled back in a fit of giggles as the door slammed shut. Hermione could hear them cackling as she quickly made her way down to the common room.

It was empty and dark, it looked as though someone had put off the fireplace for the night. Her feet made the steps creak as she walked down to the main floor, her arms crossed against her chest as the chilly air hit the skin of her forearms.

She huffed softly as she shimmied her way through the tunnel and out to the hall on the other side.

The paintings snored softly as she made her way to the Hospital Wing. Only a few were up to ask the young Gryffindor where she was off to, to which she replied 'Better sleeping arrangements'. It was a strange response, but they didn't push any further.

When Hermione made it to the wing, it was dark and cold, just like the night before. Except, Y/n was up.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?" She asks when she hears steps enter the room. Hermione just grumbled something incoherent and got into the empty bed next to Y/n's.

Y/n chuckled and watched the Gryffindor get under the covers and turn her back towards her.

"Missed me?"

"Shut up."

Y/n began to laugh, now that her ribs were almost fully healed it didn't hurt as much to do so anymore.

"Just admit it, Granger, you're in love with me already" Y/n says to which Hermione flips her off and covers her head with the pillow.

Hermione felt her face burn so hot that she was sure the pillowcase could catch ablaze. Y/n's continuous chuckles didn't help either. Soon enough, it got quiet, and the sound of the wind rattled the windows near them.

Hermione rolled over and rested the pillow back under her head as she caught eyes with Y/n across from her.

"This doesn't mean anything" she whispers as the Ravenclaw grinned.

"It means everything" Y/n replied.

"You're overthinking things"

"I'm your overthinker"

"Still trying to get me to claim you?"

"Slowly but surely!"

Hermione chuckled softly as she looked at her with a soft gaze, her heart thumping inside her chest.

"Fine. You're an idiot...my idiot"

They both began to laugh as they lay on either bed and started to talk the night away quietly, soon falling asleep with their hands dangling over the sides. Fingers brushing the others whenever a breath was taken.

Futures started to form in their dreams.

[sodamnradd]

Ok here's a prompt, but it's totally OK if it doesn't inspire you, but maybe it will? 🥰

"How can I convince you not to?"

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These words are significant for me personally (I won't bore you with the details) and by putting them out there to see what someone could do with them creatively gives me a weird sense of peace. But again, I have no expectations and totally OK if you don't do anything with it.💜💜💜

hi anon! i know you sent this prompt ages ago. i was finally in the mood to write again. not sure you'll even seen this, but here we go:

A sharp grip sank into Hermione’s arm, stopping her short. “Don’t do it, Granger,” heaved Pansy. She must have chased Hermione all the way to the fireplace. In stilettos. “Don’t leave.”

Hermione pried herself from Pansy’s stabby claws. “He made his choice.”

“Yeah. You.”

“We’re at his engagement party.” Her voice cracked.

“You think he agreed to this obnoxious farce?” Pansy arched an ebony brow. “Narcissa blindsided us all.”

A few minutes ago, Hermione had entered the Malfoy’s Rose Garden to find a pedestalled portrait of Draco and Astoria at the entrance, posing like a pure-blood poster-couple. She’d been so shocked and hurt that she’d bolted.

“This was never going to work,” she told Pansy sadly.

Whether Draco knew it or not, this was Narcissa issuing a her or us ultimatum. Draco loved his family, and a three-month fling with Hermione didn’t merit sacrificing them. She had lost her parents young and wouldn’t dream of hurting him in that way. Even if it broke her heart.

Pansy’s lips pressed together. “Don’t you see how happy you make him?”

“We’re still in the honeymoon phase,” she half-told herself. “He can’t go a lifetime without his family.”

“You’re too rational for your own good. Be romantic for five seconds and open your bloody eyes!” Pansy snapped. “He won’t lose his family. He has me and Theo and Blaise and he’ll have you, Granger.”

“You can’t possibly believe that I mean more to him than his mother and father.”

“Do you honestly think I’d succumb to this gods-awful conversation if I didn’t? I don’t even like you.”

“Well, this is the perfect opportunity to get rid of me.”

“But I don’t have to like you,” Pansy proceeded. “I just have to like you for him. And I do. You make him less serious. More like the Draco I used to know in school. Always having a laugh, playful again, a little mischievous.”

Hermione’s eyes filled with tears.

As Pansy listed all the ways Hermione had changed Draco, she considered all the ways Draco had changed her. Her nerves had virtually evaporated when public speaking, and she suspected it had everything to do with the way Draco vocally, physically, openly admired her. He made her feel beautiful and seen, and it made all the difference. Resulting in a fiercer version of herself. A Hermione 2.0, radiating with confidence.

But making Draco choose between her and his parents was graver than Pansy made it out to be. It was life changing. Lifestyle changing. There was no guarantee he could continue to depend on his family vaults. No guarantee he would even have a home after tonight if he chose Hermione. Eventually, he would realise she wasn’t worth it. And that would hurt more.

“He’s lucky to have you, Pansy. But I’m going home.”

“How can I convince you not to?”

Hermione gasped at the sound of his voice, whirling around to find Draco standing behind her. For how long? Surely not the entire conversation?

Her stomach fluttered when their eyes met. It was unfair how beautiful he looked, half lit by the corridor sconce, silky hair drawn back and expression stormy with resolve. It took everything not to cross the room and kiss him. She was fiercely jealous of Astoria Greengrass and needed to confirm that she was still his first choice. That Draco would choose Hermione purely out of his own selfish desire.

The click of heels drew Hermione’s attention back to Pansy, who gave her a meaningful look before disappearing around the corner.

Draco said, “Please, Hermione. I had no idea—”

“I know.”

His face flashed with relief. “Please don’t leave. Or better, let me come with you. Just promise we’re still us.”

She dabbed her cheek hastily. “It might be devastating now, but you’ll understand why this can’t work. You’ll lose everything, Draco.”

He stepped forward, clutching her arms and looking at her with blazing eyes. “This,” he said, pressing his forehead to hers and lowering his voice to a whisper, “is everything.”

There was fight in the way he kissed her—one arm tight around her waist, the other planted like tree roots in her curls. It was more than lust as their lips touched, more than sexual attraction as his tongue slipped between her teeth and coaxed—it was a plea.

In the back of Hermione’s mind, Pansy’s voice sniped, You’re too rational for your own good. And she considered whether the icy bitch with a surprising heart was onto something. Love wasn’t rational. It couldn't be alphabetized or stored in a filing cabinet. It was hardly containable. Love was like magic.

Hermione sank her face into Draco’s chest, twisting her arms around his waist and inhaling the scent she recognised like her own skin.

The tension in Draco’s body melted and he sighed softly.

“Let’s go home,” she said, mentally rearranging shelves and casting extendable charms to make room for him in her one-bedroom flat.

Draco’s mouth brushed her ear, as if reading her mind, “I get the larger wardrobe, right?”

And Hermione delivered the final blow by replying, “There’s only one wardrobe, love.”

-

Pansy watched, relieved, as a cloud of Floo powder ferried her stupidly happy best mate away.

(872 words... am i back in my tumblr prompt era? maybe. submit a ficlet/drabble prompt here.)

[blueopinions49]

Enneagram 1 Subtypes Explained

Social 1 "Rigidity"

As a Social type they put their focus on the external world and how they can better it. They do this through showing their integrity and taking on moral responsibilities. Enneagram 1 is known for their ideals and their need to help others. In the case of the social 1 they do this through helping the world Bia creating a moral standard others and themselves can follow. A healthy social 1 will move past their need for moral superiority and perfection and will set a real, achievable moral standard that can benefit the world. An unhealthy social 1 will become detached, more rigid and judgmental from others. Becoming detached and forcing their inflexible moral standards on everyone. They can often resemble an E5 due to their competency focused approach to morality. Or a E2 due to their need to help people.

Characters: Princess Bubblegum, Hermione Granger, Robb Stark, Light Yagami, Leto Atreides, Li Shang, Storm and Chun Li

Self-Preservation 1 "Worry"

The simplest way to understand the SP1 is through "personal choices". While the SO1 is focused on helping others to find morality. The SP1 focuses on their inner moral to find morality. They focus on what makes a person good through the hyper fixation of their choices, believes and lifestyles. In my personal opinion they tend to be the most obsessed with the idea of perfection. Often having a black and White view of what is morality and what makes a person good. They can Resemble an E6 (anxious about the world and scared to be perceived as impure) and IMO they can also resemble an E4 due to their self obsession and focus on the self.

Characters: Kikyo, Claude Frolo, Rick Grimes, Alicent Hightower, Jill Valentine, Stefan Salvatore, Kurapika, Skylar White

Sexual 1 "Zeal"

While the focus of the SO1 is being through helping and the SP1 is being good through personal choices then the SX1 is about being good and perfect through inter personality. They look for another that can fulfill their inner most desire for perfection. Their ideal partner doesn't have to reflect their personality but the ideal traits they desire in another. Unlike the other ones they are much open to express distaste and anger. They might often struggle due their perfectionistic standard to truly fuse with another. They can resemble type 8s due to their openness with anger.

Characters: Batman, Nolan Grayson, Tywin Lannister, Terence Fletcher, Kate Sharma, Miguel O' Hara, Princess Biscuit Krueger and Queen Ramona

[folklaur21]

Muggle Music & Movies

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x gn!reader

Summary: The son of one of the most Blood-Proud families in the Wizarding World gets caught with a Muggle device.

Warnings: None, just fluff <3

Word Count: 874

Draco Malfoy is part of the most notorious Pure-blood families of the Wizarding world. It's common knowledge that him and his family are not fans of anything Muggle. It's how they were brought up, and how their lifestyle will be.

You thought Draco was the same; cruel, cold, and extremely anti-Muggle. That was, until, you caught him in an abandoned classroom, in quite a compromising position.

"Oh, sorry Malfoy I didn't mean to intrude, what are you- IS THAT A WALKMAN?"

Draco Malfoy's head snapped up to look at you and he shoved the Walkman into the pocket of his robe, before sharply getting up and darting towards you.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about." He stares at you, questioning whether you are going to continue your interrogation. Obviously you are.

"Umm, yes you do! That was a Walkman, I had one for my 16th birthday a couple months ago. Why do have a Muggle device?"

At that comment, Malfoy shoves you into the wall, and covers your mouth with his hand. "Shut up." He realises how close the two of you are, and takes a few steps away from you.

"OK, you need to calm down. I'm just asking." You try to shrug off his reaction, but you still have more questions. "Why are you, of all people, secretly listening to Muggle music?"

Draco sighs and turns back towards you. "Do you promise not to tell anyone? Especially not my friends? And my father won't hear about this?"

"Yeah," you raise your eyebrows, "I won't tell anyone."

"The music is actually really good. My father wouldn't let me take Muggle Studies as a class in third year, but that Granger girl did, and I heard her talking about... Muggle things."

"OK, so you secretly bought a Sony Walkman?"

"I saw it in a Muggle charity shop in London when I was on my way to Diagon Alley. I just thought it would be cool. The gadget already had these songs on it." He shows you a list of 10 songs in a tidy scrawl.

Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana Creep - Radiohead Iris - Goo Goo Dolls Boys Don't Cry - The Cure Times Like These - Foo Fighters The Winner Takes It All - ABBA Wonderwall - Oasis I'll Be There For You - The Rembrandts Livin' On A Prayer - Bon Jovi Girls & Boys - Blur

"Why do you care about me?" You hear Malfoy say, very quietly.

"Well, I care because you go around screaming bloody murder about Muggle-borns, and here you are on a Saturday afternoon, hidden away in an abandoned classroom."

"It's complicated. I actually think things like this," he pulls the Walkman out of his pocket, "are really cool. We don't have this kind of magic as wizards."

"I guess. I've never really thought about it like that." You walk over to one of the desks and sit on the table. "My mum's a Muggle, you see. I was brought up on Chocolate Frogs and Disney films."

"What are Disney films?" Draco asks, confused. "Is that like, another sweet?"

"Oh. My. Gosh. You've not heard of Disney? Or films, for that matter?" You suppress a small laugh.

"Well, I did just mention that my father was a controlling, anti-Muggle lunatic. So, no I don't know what films are." The coldness that you knew as Draco Malfoy started to peek through at this comment, but not enough for you to be deterred by his response.

"OK, I am definitely bringing in my projector. And a Disney film." You stop and think for a moment. "What kind of things do you like? Animals, magic, princesses?"

This was how you ended up in your dormitory on a Friday night a week later, led on your bed with Draco Malfoy, watching Bambi.

"What just happened? Where's his mum gone?"

You turn around to see Draco's eyes welling up, and looking confused at the moving picture on the screen.

"Umm, yeah, she dies Draco. The hunters got her."

"That's awful! This is a kid's film! What children enjoy this?"

Right. Maybe Bambi wasn't a good first choice for an introduction into Disney films. You definitely should have gone for The Little Mermaid.

"But, Draco watch."

The two of you finish watching the film, but Draco still seems hesitant.

"See Draco, it has a happy ending."

"Yeah, but his mum still died. How would you get over that?"

"I don't know Draco, but that's not the point of the film. It's about friendship, and development, and love."

"I still don't think it's acceptable for children." Draco huffs indignantly.

"Draco, wizarding children's stories involve RIPPING PEOPLE'S HEARTS OUT and even BEING MURDERED FOR POWER. How is this unacceptable?" You sigh, mostly joking.

Draco doesn't say anything to that comment, but a moment later he asks. "Can we watch another next week?"

You turn to him surprised. "Really? You enjoyed this? I thought you said it was unacceptable for children..."

"Yeah, but... I like spending time with you."

At this, you turn around and face Draco, looking into his eyes. "I like spending time with you too."

Draco pulls you in towards him, and your lips meet.

"Maybe," he thinks, "being caught with my Muggle music wasn't so bad after all."

[snamioneasks]

Have the list of your favorite fanfics changed, since the last ask? If yes, im curious! 💛

Hello! I'm a new admin, so I haven't actually posted a list of my favorite fics yet, so there you go. I tried and failed to keep the list at 10.

Camerado by MillieJoan - M, 31 chapters - Hermione seeks knowledge from a reluctant Snape in order to help the War effort. What she receives is more than either of them expected. Set beginning in Hermione’s sixth year, continuing into a slightly AU post-DH era.

The Occluded Soul by Aurette - M, 20 chapters - Severus Snape did what he thought he needed to do to get the job done and broke himself. Years later, Hermione Granger realizes that he had been counting on her to fix him. Dark, SS/HG. AU after HBP

Cold Hearts and Muddy Understandings, and its sequel Toil and Trouble by thisiszircon - M, 10 chapters - When the dust has settled; when the spent curses in the air have faded to a prickle; when the sounds of pain and terror whimper their way to silence– When the battle is over, what happens next? Hermione Granger has been active in the fight against evil since she was twelve years old. With victory comes the opportunity to take stock of the more ordinary aspects to her life. She can finally consider the choices that most young women get to make: lifestyle, career, romance. But the trauma she has known has left its mark. And even before her life took a turn towards constant life-or-death, Hermione was far from ordinary. Her friends are looking to their own futures. Her parents don’t remember her. Her surrogate family is in mourning. The Wizarding World has always viewed her as an outsider. Hermione realises she is, in many ways, alone. It does not take long before she finds herself wishing fervently for the welcome distraction of another dark wizard. Life was so much simpler when priority number one was keeping Harry Potter alive…

Pet Project by Caeria - M, 52 chapters - Hermione overhears something she shouldn’t concerning Professor Snape and decides that maybe the House-elves aren’t the only ones in need of protection.

Self Slain Gods on Strange Altars by scumblackentropy - M, 20 chapters, Abandoned - What do you want me to say, Granger? That you are mine and I am yours? You are. I am. Let’s not fuck around.

The Other Side of Darkness, and its sequel Survivals and Remembrances by Abby - E - An Auror is hurt by the effects of a mysterious potion that Hermione, working for the Ministry, attempts to cure.  In her frustration, she turns to Professor Snape

Cloak of Courage by Wendynat - M, 27 chapters - COMPLETE in 27 chs! Hermione suffers a terrible loss and has to choose between two paths. The Call of the Blood. HGSS. Loosely based on WIKTT Marriage Law Challenge. Warnings: Character Death, Descriptions of Abuse, Adult situations. Epilogue up 0622

Sin and Vice by Mak5258 - M, 63 chapters - In her sixth year, Dumbledore makes Hermione a key figure in a plan to help Harry defeat Voldemort. (It’s difficult to summarize this without spoilers— HG/SS; there’s a Time Turner involved but probably not how you expect; the story really gets started in Chapter Three.)

Meet Me at the Checkpoint by nocturn - E, 19 chapters - She wakes with a gasp in the hospital wing. The first thing she registers is that the ragged gash across her chest has reopened, pulsing with the same searing pain as when she sustained it at the end of fifth year. The second thing—“Granger, try to take slower breaths. I’ll have your next dose of healing potion ready soon.”—is that Severus Snape is somehow alive. (Or, the one where Hermione gets stuck in an Edge of Tomorrow style time loop that resets back to summer 1996 each time she dies.)

A Quiet Place at the End of the World by AliceLaurie - M, WIP, currently 30 chapters - When Severus comes into power as Headmaster, Hermione finds herself inescapably twisted in his web of lies. Torn between her loyalty to her mentor or her friends, she must face into the realities of war. Meanwhile, Severus endures the ghosts of his past while yearning to break the chains that bind him. Together they weave in and out of each other, searching for comfort at the end of the world.

The Rise, Fall, and Rebirth of Hermione Granger by missparker85 - T, 16 chapters - Hermione falls ill in her sixth year. Will she be able to survive Snape’s help? Will she be able to resist him? HGSS. [complete]

Soulwoven by BothMalfoysPlease - E, 26 chapters - When Hermione saves Severus’ life in the Shrieking Shack, it awakens a soul bond between them. The books say that a soulwoven pair is a perfect match in every way, a pair bound by the Fates. What if the books got it all wrong?

- Lisianpeia

This is Shirlyn favorite list and this is Kairou's.

[dhr-ao3]

When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it from knives

When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it from knives https://ift.tt/IfoCHme by Luxsolis "You made me feel so good, you deserve a reward don't you think?" Grey eyes glazed over as he panted. His hot breath fanning across the skin of her thighs, giving her goosebumps. Malfoy's hands moved to grab onto her, but she merely tsk'ed at him, pulling his hair lightly. "No touching, it's my turn to touch. Be a good boy and follow the rules." SMUT with Plot. Dom Hermione/Sub Draco. Hope you all enjoy! :) Words: 3402, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: BAMF Hermione Granger, Dom Hermione, Sub Draco, Smitten Draco Malfoy, Power Dynamics, Calculating Hermione, lots of smut, adorable Scorpius, Kinks, Kink lifestyle, No war, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Falling In Love, Learning to trust via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/VJrF3Al June 23, 2024 at 07:43AM

[ao3feed-drastoria]

A Malfoy Wife

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DZGCug8 by ahflfk A Betrothal Contract one cannot escape. A Pureblood Heiress who chooses the contract. Before their marriage, Draco admits he cannot give his wife-to-be any sort of emotional connection should she seek for it—but Astoria wonders if it is only because the Malfoy heir wants to continue his bachelor lifestyle. Words: 4866, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy Relationships: Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Marriage Contracts, Forced Marriage, Constellations, POV Astoria Greengrass, Not Beta Read, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Post-Hogwarts read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DZGCug8

[remus-poopin]

What’s coming out of Fred and George Weasley’s bedroom along with the many explosions

We’re doing mostly 90s Ska punk and Brit pop for this one!

Track list:

1. Barbarism Begins at Home - The Smiths

2. Caught By the Fuzz - Supergrass

3. Rock ‘n’ Roll Lifestyle - CAKE

4. When I Get Old - Descendents

5. Sunday Morning - No Doubt

6. Song 2 - Blur

7. Sliver - Nirvana

8. The Ballad Of Johnny Butt - Sublime

9. Time Bomb - Rancid

10. Sell Out - Reel Big Fish

+more!

Other playlists:

Lily Evans, Bill Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, James Potter, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Sirius Black, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape

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[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Dreomione Fest (Part 3)

Dreomione Fest 2023:

Hermione Granger’s Love Triangle that Wasn’t Actually a Love Triangle at All by SarahFraser - E, one-shot - Hermione has been dating both Draco and Theo for years. They’ve kept it very downlow to avoid public scrutiny of their lifestyle, but they now are tired of hiding. While Hermione still doesn’t engage in a lot of PDA with either of her boyfriends since she doesn’t feel the need to share her personal business with anyone. After Draco makes a very public proposal, people are starting to make a lot of assumptions…

Pole Magic by Draco_is_daddy66 - E, WIP - After the war, Hermione needed an outlet. When her friend from the muggle world suggested pole fitness, she was sceptical. Two years later, she was the local club's main act on Friday and Saturday nights. When she heard down the grapevine that two young bachelors had bought the club, she was not expecting the man who made her life hell during school and one of his sidekicks. Draco and Theo may not have known that Hermione worked at the club. There was no way they would ignore the opportunity to tame the lioness.

Midnight Train Going Anywhere by Ceilidhchaos - G, one-shot - In an AU where Draco had his mission to kill Dumbledore, but not the Mark, and is nearly killed by Bellatrix and Voldemort for his failure, Narcissa insists that Theo take Draco and flee Britain so that they aren’t forced to take the Dark Mark and be killed. Hermione obliviated her parents only to return to Harry and Ron and got into a huge fight with them after getting the locket because she didn’t know how to destroy it. When Ron asked her, “Well then what good are you?” and Harry didn’t disagree with him, something inside Hermione finally snapped and she decided to leave the U.K. The Order could figure this out without her. She wished them luck, really she did, but she was taking the midnight Eurostar and going as far away as she could. Taking her seat, she discovers companions on the ride that she never expected to see.

Love like cyanide by PenNameUnknown - M, WIP - They had thought she was safe, if not happy. So when her husband murders her in cold blood, they try and send themselves back. The ritual was old and dark and would involve every last drop of blood that waste of magic carried in his body. End the war. Woo, the witch. Refrain from killing her chosen family. Not an unreasonable list of things to do. At least, as her friend Theo had important details not necessarily revealed to the public. This time Draco wouldn’t be marked.

Secrets and Lies by Ceilidhchaos, sobsinashell - E, one-shot - Epilogue Compliant at the beginning of the story, but nothing is what it seems. It’s a world of secrets and lies. High Priestess Reversed: Ignorance. Short-sightedness. Lack of understanding. Blocked intuition. Hidden agendas. Secrets.

Alone We May Fight, So Just Let Us Be Three Tonight by rottendiary - E, one-shot - A drunk game of Veritaserum or Dare in the woods reveals Draco and his boyfriend Theo's not-so-secret feelings for Hermione.

Trinitas Lūna Plenum by Hydra_bitch_please01 - E, WIP - Hermione Granger went back to Hogwarts to finish her education unlike her best friends. Also unlike Harry and Ronald, she was now a werewolf thanks to Greyback. Also unlike them, she found herself unknowing creating a pack with two other new werewolves: Draco Lucius Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Double also unlike them, she somehow found herself fucking two Slytherins. What she didn't quite realise yet, was she was now both pureblood men's Werewolf Alpha and they would follow her off a cliff if she needed. If Hermione had bet her last year at Hogwarts would go horribly wrong, she would never in her wildest dreams nor nightmares have guessed this would be her life.

Summertime by BexYZ - T, one-shot - Draco's two best friends have been abroad this summer. They come home different than they left.

Every Breaking Wave by octopussoap - E, WIP - “I don’t—I’m having a hard time believing--” she gestures between the three of them “this." “That’s understandable.” Theo nods, then sweeps back some loose curls that fall onto his forehead. “With the time you’re missing--back then, you and I were strangers, and you and Draco…" Hermione bites her lip, trying to work through everything she’s been told in the past handful of hours. “My friends tell me that I love you—both. They say I’m happy, they say we have children together.” Theo nods. “This is all true.”

The Cold and the Dutiful by SaffronGin - E, one-shot - Finding happiness outside of their marriages couldn't possibly end poorly, could it?

Dream A Little Dream by Ceilidhchaos - M, one-shot - Hermione is the Minister of Magic, but she's divorced and lonely. For some reason, she keeps dreaming that she has two husbands and they are all madly in love. Its hard to deal with her awake life where the two men aren't who they are in her dreams.

right where you left me by smokyquartz - T, one-shot - Time had never been more intangible once all the light in his world was lost, stealing every last trace of love he'd found in his lonely life. He was in his safe-haven, he was supposed to be okay. Ivy had dug in its roots. Theodore Nott was used to being left behind.

Dawn of a New Day by Mrzheyward1116 - E, WIP - The divorce was messy but all Draco wanted out of it was to have custody of Scorpius. After accepting an invitation to live with complete strangers, a series of uneventful things happens.

Daddy issues by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - E, WIP - Almost twenty years ago, Draco left it all behind- the money, the fame, the titles - to raise his son in peace and pursue his relationship with Theo Nott. Just when he thinks he's reached the limit of how much he can sacrifice for Theo, Hermione Granger crash lands into their lives.

This fest is ongoing.

[draqo-pctter]

*:..｡o○ - ○o｡..:* Dramione Master List *:..｡o○ - ○o｡..:*

It Started With A One Night Stand      During the worst date of her life, Hermione Granger might have given herself a mild allergic reaction in order to leave early. When she goes to the Emergency Room to confirm she isn’t going to die, she runs into Healer Draco Malfoy. They hooked up three months ago. And he's about to tell her she's three months pregnant.      words: 6,900 | chapters 4/6 | rated m | explicit sexual content, one night stand turns love of her life, tooth-rotting fluff

A Madness Most Discreet | A Dramione Text Fic      In two weeks, the papers will be smeared with headlines detailing every moment of the Granger-Weasley wedding. Article after article will paint the happiest day of Hermione’s life, and the worst day of Draco’s, for all to see. A TextFic AU in which Draco and Hermione come to terms with a decade of unresolved feelings in the two weeks leading up to Hermione and Ron's wedding.      words: 8,857 | chapters 25/? | rated m | mutual pining, idiots in love, miscommunication, extramarital affair, explicit sexual content

Life Grows Colder | Truly Madly Deeply Fest 2023 Submission      Draco Malfoy remembers a lot of things. He remembers the way that Hermione’s hair curled around his finger and the way that his name sounded coming from her lips. He remembers desperately trying to save her, as she desperately tried to save him, both of them meeting in the middle with a promise of forever at the end of so much pain. And he remembers having a second chance. A second chance he’s still waiting for. Or: The year is 2003, but Draco is still in 1998.      words: 7,431 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | dead dove: do not eat, major character death, mental health issues, non-hea, minor depictions of violence, explicit sexual content

Stay For Breakfast and Other Dramione Drabbles      A collection of my Dramione drabbles/microfics, originally posted on Twitter (also some old ones from my Tumblr I’m storing here for safe keeping). Fics will be individually tagged in the author’s notes at the beginning of each chapter. Over-arching tags are defined in the Additional Tags section.

Devil In His Own Way Series      Draco Malfoy, in his quest to find himself, ended up creating a lifestyle magazine so prolific that its reputation soon became his own. Disrobed quickly became celebrated for glorifying sex, money, and what it meant to be a young person coming of age in post-war Wizarding Britain. One afternoon, Hermione received an unexpected visit from Pansy Parkinson and a personal invitation from Draco Malfoy himself for a weekend of pleasure at Malfoy Mansion. One thing led to another, and the two soon found themselves searching for more than a “what could have been”.      words: 154,260 | works: 3/3 | completed?: no | rated m | draco malfoy as hugh hefner au, minor theomione, porn with plot

Mysterious Thing About Love      Hermione Granger had never believed herself to be the type of witch to break into the Department of Mysteries in a drunken bid for some kind of happy future. She also couldn’t have imagined waking up in a reality in which she was happily engaged to Draco Malfoy, having found a kind of companionship that Ron had never shown her. As Draco attempts to help her get back, she finds herself falling for the man who worries if his fiancé will ever return.       words: 26,316 | chapters 7/26 | rated m | soulmates, alternate timelines, strangers to lovers

Run From It All      Sometimes, after particularly brutal raids, Hermione would invite Draco back to her flat. She would feed him, let him shower, and sleep the next day away in her bed while she told Shacklebolt Draco was having his injuries checked at St. Mungo’s and would be back after the weekend. And, one night, he asks her to sleep with him.      words: 4,487 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | coworkers, soft, porn with plot, mild hurt/comfort

A Love Like This Won’t Last Forever | HP Flower Fest 2022 Submission      After the war, Draco hadn’t known what to do with himself or Malfoy Manor. He’d tried to settle his mind with a bit of botany -- a hidden favorite pastime of his -- and soon enough, the estate was covered in hundreds of plant varieties. Hermione was surprised when she received an invitation to the grand opening of The Gardens at Malfoy Manor, a botanical garden for flora and fauna, both Magical and Muggle. Wiltshire breathed a sigh of relief when the two finally came together among a sea of Dahlias.      words: 7,857 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | botany, porn with plot, soft

A Million Little Times      Hermione didn’t blame Draco for the affair. She couldn’t blame Theodore, either. If anyone, she blamed herself–she was the one who followed Draco to the hallway during a Ministry Gala. Their late-night meetings and middle-of-the-day escapades had been going on for some time–three years if her memory was serving her properly–when Hermione found herself torn between dependable security and wanton risk. Draco wanted a promise of her devotion and commitment, while Theodore wore the symbol of it on his left ring finger.      words: 9,760 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | infidelity, extramarital affair, not dramione endgame, porn with plot

Sunday Mornings      Hermione finds herself slowly falling for a handsome blond during springtime.      words: 8,457 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | eighth year, soft, just two young people falling in love, porn with plot

Winter Holiday      The one in which two lonely hearts fall for each other during wintertime.      words: 8,076 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | eighth year, winter vibes, porn with plot

It Happened One Holiday Party      Hermione had only stayed for the office Christmas party because Harry asked her to. Draco had stayed because he’d gotten Hermione for Secret Santa and couldn’t bring himself to simply leave the gift on her desk. Somehow, they both end up back at Draco’s family home beneath some mistletoe.      words: 5,867 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | coworkers, holiday party, dramione first time, porn with plot

Loving In Truth Series      After finishing his Ministry-ordered probation, Draco had to decide on a “new life path”, whatever that meant. He wasn’t sure the judge knew what that meant. What it sounded like was a farce. How was he supposed to decide on a new future when he still hadn’t come to terms with the past? Enter Hermione Granger in all her Ministry glory. As an employee of the Ministry’s Department of Magical Law Enforcement, it became her job to ensure that Draco did what he was supposed to do: find a new career path, and disavow everything that his family had stood for. As he tried to piece himself back together, and put distance between himself and his family values, he found himself wanting to be closer to Granger, who wanted nothing to do with him.       words: 38,357 | books 1/3 | completed? no | rated m | excessive drug/alcohol use, dark themes, hurt/comfort, angst | on hiatus

Let Me Get You Off | Dramione Kink Challenge 2020 Submission      Hermione was drunk when she told Draco that she’d led a boring sex life. He’d also been drunk when he admitted that he was more than capable of showing her a good time. When an owl arrived at her window, she jumped at the chance to see what Draco Malfoy was really about. And she had a delightful time.      words: 3,841 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | explicit sexual content, porn no plot, breath play, dom/sub

Do You Remember?      Five years had passed since Draco and Hermione shared a steamy night in the Hogwarts dungeons. Three years had passed since the war. Six hours had passed since Hermione - incredibly hungover - was greeted by Draco getting a tour on his first day at the Ministry. When he shows up at her flat in Muggle London with an anti-hangover potion as a peace offering, things get steamy.      words: 4,549 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | explicit sexual content, re-introductions, dramione first time

Stay For The Night      Draco thought he was going to the bar to get a quick drink after work. He didn't realize he'd be in charge of making sure Hermione Granger didn't fall asleep in a cheap hotel room.      words: 5,446 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | redeemed draco malfoy, re-introductions, smut and fluff

The Shrine of Your Lies      On the night of Dumbledore’s death, Draco makes a promise to Hermione that he isn’t sure he can keep.      words: 5,486 | chapters 1/1 | rated m | angst, not a happy ending, major character death/depictions of violence

Baby Bump      Hermione is pregnant and feeling insecure about her new body; Draco thinks she looks as beautiful as ever.      words: 835 | chapters 1/1 | rated t | pregnant hermione, body insecurities, domestic fluff

[so-scarlett-maroon]

How To Solve A Love Triangle

Chapters 4/4 Rating: E (Smut) Warnings: None Words: 7.9K Ship: HermionexNevillexDraco

Hermione

It all started with a kiss.

Hermione was at another of Theo’s famous Saturday night parties. She was never much for drinking or letting loose in school. She didn’t have the time with NEWTs and saving the world. Even during 8th year when she’d befriended the wild Slytherins she’d spent most of her time with them in study groups or eating meals. But now that she had graduated and was working with Theo in the Department of Mysteries. She had more free time and found that she excelled at partying just as she did all of her endeavors.

She was still learning all of the drinking games and what alcohols mixed well, but no one could deny she was the life of the party. She danced all night, was quick to laugh, and always had a witty comeback to whatever snarky remark the Slytherin crew threw at her.

Tonight they were introducing her to truth or dare. She thought the name seemed fairly self-explanatory but allowed Pansy to lay out the rules anyway.

They were all arranged in a circle, lounging on chairs, sitting on ottomans, propped up on pillows, while Pasny stood in the middle. She was wearing a scandalously short silver skirt and a black crop top. Hermione looked to her left and caught Harry staring at Pansy’s legs. She bumped her friend with her shoulder and he blushed adorably.

“Just like normal truth or dare,” Pasny began, “ one person asks you to choose truth or dare, then assigns you a question or dare. But what makes this Slytherin truth or dare is the potion of inhibitions everyone must drink from before we begin. It’s weaker than Veritaserum, you are not compelled to tell the truth, rather it just loosens you up. It lets you act without …overthinking.” Pansy shot a glance at Hermione as she spoke that last bit.

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled at her beautiful friend.

A vial of a pearlescent blue potion was passed around and everyone took a sip. Hermione couldn’t help but stare as Draco threw his head back and took a large swig; his long neck exposed and his Adam's apple bobbing. When had it become so warm in here?

Pasny went first because, of course, she did. She sat down next to Neville on a green velvet settee but trained her eyes directly on Theo.

“Truth or Dare, Theodore?”

He was lounging, in a leather armchair, one leg draped over the armrest and a glass of firewhiskey in his hand.

“I have nothing to hide, Pans. Ask me your truth.”

Pansy nodded as though she’d expected this decision, her eyes glinted wickedly.

“What were you thinking about the last time you touched yourself?”

Theo stalled, sipping from his glass. Eventually, he shrugged, giving in to his fate.

“I thought about fucking a woman in the middle of the Ministry atrium, where everyone could see me claiming her as mine.” His eyes never left Pansy’s as he answered the question. Hermione thought she might have seen Pansy’s breath hitch at his answer.

“My turn,” Theo said with a smirk. He looked around the circle, taking in every member, Ginny, Blaise, Hermione, Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Neville. He lingered on Draco, giving him a suspicious glare before declaring “Neville!”

The once shy and fumbling man had grown quite a bit in recent years. He wore a plaid shirt that stretched wide across his broad shoulders. He had a dark brown beard that he kept neatly trimmed. It gave him a rugged look and It fit with his outdoorsman lifestyle. Hermione had to admit, she found him rather attractive.

“Dare,” Neville replied casually.

Theo smiled. “Kiss Granger...”

Neville stood and began to stride across the circle.

“Wait wait, I’m not done,” Theo called out, holding up his free hand. “Kiss Granger good and proper. Snog the fucking daylights out of her. No demure peck.”

Though Neville seemed quite confident a moment before, Theo’s words gave him pause.

He walked over to Hermione where she sat on the floor with a pile of pillows. Harry moved over making space for the large man.

Hermione was avoiding making eye contact. He was one of her oldest friends, and although she’d just been thinking about how fit he was, she’d never really thought she’d kiss him.

As her eyes flitted around the room, she spotted Draco staring intensely at her. His eyes were filled with fire, and his face was pulled tight. Hermione wasn’t sure what to make of that look. Had she done something to offend him?

Neville leaned in close to Hermione but instead of kissing her, he whispered, “Are you alright with this Hermione?”

His warm breath caressed the shell of her ear, she felt her whole body spark to life. She realized that she was very very much alright with this.

She turned her head meeting his green eyes, “I’m in,” she answered him, “but I need to know you want this too.” Hermione blushed, her words sounding more sexual than she had intended. “I just mean…”

He smiled down at her. “No need to worry, I definitely want this.” His voice was deep and rumbly. It did fantastic things to Hermione.

Continued on AO3