#harmony: hermione muggle

[achiepy]

deserved.

[harmonyandco]

Hermione's parents guilt her into auditioning for a reality television dating show. To her surprise, she's cast as a lead. As her only friend that can pass in the muggle world, Harry makes a number of appearances on the show. Of course, viewers being what they are, a sizable portion start rooting for the two of them to get together rather than Hermione and the male lead.

via @johnburtonlee

[sheekmartin]

An errant thought crossed her mind and Hermione couldn’t shake the image of a particular painting from her thoughts. She wondered if Malfoy, in all his refinement and privilege, knew about Muggle Art. About the beauty of abstract images. Had he ever seen Pablo Picasso or studied František Kupka? Had he any knowledge of Jackson Pollock?

Paintings filled with energetic, swirling lines and splatters of color that created an intricate web of movement. The violent mix of hues ranging from bold primary to more natural muted tones, all intermingling in a chaotic yet harmonious way.

It didn’t matter what perspective one took before looking at the muggle artist’s work - the lines still converged and the different splatters of paint still mingled together in an arduous effort to evoke something.

There was an anarchic, lawlessness to the images…

They didn’t make sense.

Just like him.

It didn’t make sense that so many of her darkest moments also included some version of his involvement - it didn’t matter that Draco Malfoy was precariously woven through her past, like the strokes of a Pollock painting. It didn’t matter that he converged and transmuted around parts of her and likewise she around parts of him.

It didn’t make sense and it didn’t matter.

He was leaving.

He was leaving and all the different ways his existence intertwined with hers would be nothing more than a subtle footnote in the archives of her history.

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HUGE MASSIVE THANK YOU to @ivmaruva for allowing me to use her MESMERIZING Hermione. 🥹🤩 she’s everything!

I hope you all enjoy this little piece of Hermione!

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[justheretop0st]

At First Sight

Inspired by this wonderful person's art. Check them out! @substellaris

Word Count: 7.5K

Triggers: None that I am aware of

He’d never know that he had such a talent. Not until he’d met Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He was an excellent flyer and seeker, but that was something he felt needed to be saved for his own time. As a way to unwind and relax. What he eventually found out was he was able to pick up the bass quite well. Ron’s older brother, Charlie, had picked up a bass and only used it when he remembered he had it. It was a broken and put together bass, but with a little elbow grease and a little magic, it worked beautifully. 

It was long and grueling work for such little pay off, but with Ron, Hermione, and Luna, they’d managed to entertain the local area. Playing little one offs with little to no tips. But that didn’t matter. The kids dancing in the street with their parents scolding them yet bobbing their heads to the music. The cute elderly couple who would have preferred softer and melodic music, still stopped to offer their respects and a couple of suggestions. 

They had kept this going as a pass time. Every weekend they would drag heavy cases down the road to the main town, entertaining muggles, witches, and wizards alike. It didn’t matter with music. Because as long as he saw a smile, he knew they were doing good. 

So, when they had an offer from a club in London to play opening for a larger band, they had said yes with the upmost energy. They had no idea what this would lead to, but they knew it was an experience they could not pass up. At eighteen, they packed up Harry’s van, this being the beginning of a wonderful career. 

Now they stood on the largest stage in the wizarding world, surrounded by thousands of fans on the first night of their tour. Luna was adored for her angelic voice. Hermione was applauded for her skills on the guitar and piano. Ron was beloved for his passion and control. Harry knew he was cherished for his simple yet powerful amplification of his part in the songs Luna wrote. They worked in perfect harmony and years later from that fateful invitation, they stood loved by witches, wizards, and muggles alike. 

The lights in the concert hall shone brightly, illuminating face after face. Occasionally he would smile and chuckle at preposterous signs of “Marry Me!” And other declarations. He always tried to read the signs, smile at fans, and show just how grateful he was to be standing where he was. He started with nothing. They all did. But now, they stood on stage, performing for the people of this city. 

As he played his rifts and rhythms, he looked up from his own fingers and in a moment, time stood still. There was no sound of music. There was no sound of cheers. He could only hear his Instead of a bright blue, red, or green strobe light, this man was illuminated by a simple white light. Harry took in the angelic sight before him. Platinum hair that had was neatly styled. His grey eyes widened in realization, as if he realized that Harry was focused solely on him. 

A heat spread across Harry's face as things began to play again. Harry heart the hall chanting his name as his muscle memory took over, playing his own mini solo in the time that pasted. His eyes roamed the hall for a moment but searched in the crowd of shadowed faces for the man he had seen. He tried to keep up the energy, but his shoulders slumped in disappointment. 

After the performance and an encore, they had finally completed the finale and settled backstage. Ron and Hermione stood talking excitedly about the performance while Harry was slumped on the couch provided. His arms were crossed as he stared at the floor, the mystery man’s face completely engrained in his mind. He had never experienced this feeling before. He had never made time stand still. Though, he could compare the experience to the first time he picked up a bass. 

A cool feeling crept through his skin. He usually felt an obsessive heat under his skin the drove him in every decision, but this chilling embrace, offered a refreshing feeling. It wasn't any less, but a new form of passion that he had never experienced again. Until now. 

He snapped from his thoughts as there was a bounce of weight next to him. Luna was sat sideways and facing towards him, smiling in the knowing way that she always did. “So, what does he look like?” 

Harry was startled by the blatant question but was not surprised. Luna was keenly perceptive in the best possible way, but it often left her blunt and with no filter. “He’s an impeccable beauty. He’s got these grey eyes that just seemed to shine Luna. I mean really shine. He’s got blonde hair, but it was so neat and just framed his face so well. I’ve never seen anyone look so... well, it too bad there is zero to zero chance of anything happening.” 

“Well of course nothing will happen,” Luna said this in a cheery voice and a smile that made her eyes appear closed. 

“Eh, well thank you for pointing out the obvious.” 

“No, I mean of course nothing will happen. You’re just sitting here instead of going out to look for this mystery man!” Harry cocked an eye at Luna. While people had assumed that living as a band meant total freedom, there were certain restrictions their manager had placed hoping to sell more tickets and backstage visits. “I can’t just leave Luna- “

She quickly grabbed his hand and gave a squeeze, smile on her face. “Yes, you can.” 

Normally he wouldn’t think twice about running off to do what he wanted. But this was their job. He wouldn’t put that at risk. “But- “ 

“You should go mate. Well keep things covered here.” Ron had leaned against the back of the couch between the two and looked over at Harry. “You’re so caught up with everyone else. Go.” 

“Ehem, I’m sorry Harry but it would seem our first group of people are here.” Just as Harry was getting up to grab his jacket, his shoulder slumped in disappointment. He just had permission from his friends and technically coworkers. He was willing to search, but the sound of their manager opening the door and walking in with a group quickly broke his hope to at least try to find this man. 

“Well best get prepa- “Harry’s eyes widened as his eyes met a familiar set of grey ones. 

——————

Draco did not want to go to this concert. He didn’t. He had better things to do that his father had expected of him. Surely Pansy and Blaise would understand? 

They didn’t. He sat in front of the mirror and styled his hair as Pansy sat beside him putting on make-up. “You know you could say thank you.” 

“Why? Because you both are forcing me to go to a concert. I believe it should be the other way around.” He grabbed a choker necklace that held an S and patted it snugly against his skin. 

Pansy rolled her eyes as she finished applying dark lipstick. Blaise put a hand on Draco’s shoulder and leaned over him with a smile. “You deserve a break. It’s hard being a ‘Nepo Baby’. Besides, your father will never hear of this, I promise.” 

Draco only stuck his nose up as he scoffed. Of course it was about that. He had secret pleasures such as this. Of course, he was so thankful that Pansy won the radio call-in for three floor seats and backstage passes, but he had built a reputation by direction of his father. No one in his position would be caught dead at a concert like this, mixed with muggles. But he did want to go deep down. 

So, when they were sat cheering and taking photos for their own personal records, it took him by surprise to meet bright green eyes. His face suddenly felt hot and though he was positive it was meant to be a general glance out to the crowd, he found it wasn’t. 

He’d seen the Famous Harry Potters eyes in magazines Pansy let him borrow, the pictures did not do him justice. He’d always found the Potter boy to be quite handsome but seeing him in person was a whole new experience. Their eyes remained connected through the song and Draco couldn’t break the heat that spread across his cheeks and under his skin. It sent chills and comfort through his body. He wanted to feel that more. He kept contact with Potters green eyes. They were so still and focused on him. Draco half wondered if it was even directed with him at all. But the focus in Potters eyes was enough to tell him that it was.

Suddenly, Draco didn’t care that he had come against his better judgement. Potter had ended up breaking the connection first as the song came to an end. Draco felt the icy feeling creep back into his body as he wanted to catch Potters eye again. But he stood patiently staring at him and his precise fingers that pressed and played his bass. 

Before the end of the concert, Pansy had pulled him and Blaise to the meeting location to the meet the band. Draco had almost forgot that Pansy had backstage passes. While waiting outside the door, Draco stood slicking his hair back only for it to fall back into place. Darn his hair product for working so well. Blaise, who was leaned against the wall, chuckled at his vain attempt to look better. “Doubt it’s going to do much.” He said in a sing-song voice. Draco glared at him, but knew it was in vain. Potter was some famous superstar while he was just a politician’s son. Still didn’t mean he couldn’t make a good impression. He wasn’t some superfan like Pansy. 

The door shot open as a tall wizard with sunglasses checked their passes and brought them in as the first group. They had a fifteen-minute backstage meet n greet so he would try to make the most of it before he returned to his boring and strict life. They followed him in succession and finally, they walked past the threshold. 

Pansy tried hard to hold it inside. She so desperately wanted to ask for autographs, but opted to hold it in. Blaise played it cool and smiled at the band before them. He just had to be the epitome of cool. Draco, however, searched the room for Potter, only to be surprised that Potter was already looking at him. 

“Alright gang, here’s the first group! Have fun!” The door shut behind them as Luna and Hermione walked to the group with smiles and talking to the group. 

Ron stayed by Harry and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “Bloody hell, is that- “ 

Harry could only nod, his eyes not leaving Draco’s even though he was being polite and responding to Luna and Hermione. “Harry, that Lucius Malfoy’s kid. Draco, I think- Right sorry, I forget you don’t keep up with that stuff. Lucius is a politician; he has poured money into Draco becoming the next minister. My father works in a different department and has told me how much Lucius harps on Draco.” 

Harry took in the information with a frown but moved to stand as he gestured to Ron to follow. “Don’t know much about that. But something changed. I can just feel it.” 

As they approached, Harry smiled at the small group, but stopped in front of the grey eyed beauty. “Hi there, thanks for coming to the show. It was quite magical I hope.” Harry glanced at Draco when he said this and noticed his cheeks grow red, but Draco didn’t look away. 

“It was amazing! Thank you so much for setting this up. I never thought I would have the opportunity to meet you guys.” Pansy seemed to not be able to hold it in anymore as she gushed about how much she loved their music, breaking down their performances and ranking them. Blaise stood idly with Ron as they had a simple conversation. Harry really couldn’t hear what about, but he held out a hand to Draco and smiled softly. “Hi.” 

Draco let out an airy snort before reaching out and taking Harry’s hand. “Hello.” Harry gestured to the couch and the two departed from the group to take a seat and just talk. It wasn’t a long conversation, after all, they had fifteen minutes. But Harry immediately felt that cooling sensation he had before. This time it was more intense. Draco enjoyed every minute of their conversation. Despite the prim and proper nature of his conversations with those in the ministry, he didn’t feel the need to fake himself. After all, they would never meet again. But Draco would surely treasure this moment. 

As the door opened with new people to meet the group, Pansy and Blaise stood for one last photo, asking for Draco and Harry to join. They stood and before they joined the group, Harry took a chance. “Draco, um,” well he should have had something planned. He began to fidget with his bracelet, then it clicked. “Here., I want you to have this. If not as a promise we can meet again, but then as a thank you for coming to the concert.” 

Draco felt Pansy and Blaise’s eyes on him as he grabbed the bracelet and held it in his hands. It had a red leather band with braided leather strips with little gold chains. Draco then held out his arm, offering the bracelet back. “Would you help me?” 

Harry smiled and proceeded to clip the bracelet in place. His hand stayed a little longer than needed before the let go. Draco returned the smile briefly before turning to return to his friends, casually throwing over his shoulder a, “I’m in touch.” 

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The two began writing every day. Sometimes it was as simple as good morning and good day. Other times, there were pages and pages of each other’s story. Harry didn’t hesitate to disclose himself to Draco while Draco seemed hesitant. When Draco wrote, he often tried to leave names out his correspondence. However, a few missteps lead Harry, Hermione, to hypothesize that Draco was likely being careful because of his affiliation to his father. It wasn’t hard to believe. 

Harry’s time was often filled with practices and other work that demanded his attention. However, he made the time to reach out and even offer to come to Draco, after all, he could easily ask for forgiveness than permission if he missed something with work. Draco couldn’t it seemed. 

Draco responded at least twice a day, an initial greeting and a quick written explanation that he was too busy to chat. Harry once asked if he could visit Draco. This was shut down in record time. Harry was grateful for the time he was able to get from Draco. His letters alone made him feel better after a hectic day. He kept every single letter and re-read them when Draco happened to be busy. He’d often read the Prophet in hopes of catching a glimpse of Draco, but it hadn’t been successful. Draco hadn’t disclosed much about his job, what he wanted to do, or anything else. 

Ron noticed how much Harry began to sulk about Draco and as the great friend he was, offered a simple solution. “Just go see him?” Harry scoffed and tossed the cushion that he had been holding tightly against his chest. 

“Sure, seems easy when you think about it. But I can’t just barge in and expect he’d be ok to see me. Especially when he’s told me, and I quote, ‘You shall not come and visit. I forbid it.’ Sure Ron, should go swimmingly.” 

“Alright, no need to chomp off my head for it. Just gets depressing seeing you wallow in self-pity. Boo-hoo, can’t see your boyfriend. Either do something about it or accept that you two are just too different to really make whatever it is you’ve got work.” Ron sat down on the other end of the couch picking up the daily Prophet. 

Harry didn’t retort but sat there going over what Ron had said. As much as he hated it, he knew Ron had a point. And so, he acted as he normally would, as ‘calm and rationally’ as possible and he set to work. 

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Draco sat at his desk with droopy eyes. Gosh did he want to sleep, but the work needed to be done. His father had demanded it and, well, what his father wanted, he got. He lived alone, but still the flat held his father’s presence. Neat and devoid of any life. He had to fight for his own space, arguing that it would make him more relatable to others when it got closer to elections and such. But even then, this wasn’t his own. He hated the marble counters that were trimmed with gold and black. He hated the columns that dotted the flat. Even the black colored floor that screamed elegance, but it wasn’t him. 

Pansy and Blaise had tried to spruce up the place with friendly pictures and small tokens of their friendship, but it all disappeared with a flick of his father’s wand. Draco shook his head and refocused on the work in front of him. If he completed it and grabbed an official position in the ministry, then his father would certainly stop being as strict as he was. Even with his mother’s protection, it didn’t spare him from much as he grew up. 

Small tapping caught his attention as he looked around. Perhaps it was a neighbor? He shook his head and refocused. Work to do. 

But it happened again, this time with a barrage of taping that he then realized came from his window. He turned and rose from his seat. Who would be writing this late? He opened the curtains but couldn’t see anything. Against his better judgement, he opened the window to take a better look outside. 

This time he was hit with a barrage of pebbles that fell to the floor and through his shirt. “What the- “ 

“Draco!” A forced scream whisper sounded through his very chest. Certainly, it wasn’t- “Draco!” 

He leaned back out the window and looked down to see none other than the famous Harry Potter. He frowned but crossed his arms against the window seal. “And what are you doing here Potter? Didn’t I expressly forbid you from simply stopping by?” 

Harry flinched at the tone, but it was worth a shot. “I know. But I just wanted to see you.” The candor of the statement shot through Draco’s icy exterior as his eyes widened with shock. “I will leave if you want me to. But I was going to invite you out flying.” 

Draco loved flying. He was a natural when he was young, but when his father’s tutors came, that all came to a stop. He bit the inside of his cheek. He could afford a break, right? Opting to not seem too eager he waved his hand out the window, gesturing for Harry to come up. Harry took notice of a certain bracelet Draco was wearing. 

———

Though he was dressed in his formal wear, he still flew with ease. Harry laughed as they both circled each other and raced along the night sky. Draco was as serious and calm as he could be. The air rushed through his hair, and he certainly felt more alive and aware than he had an hour ago. He’d free fall a couple hundred feet and catch himself before he could break the line of the sky. 

They’d finally found a comfortable spot to simply hover and watch the stars. Harry was able to lean back with his hands in his pocket, while Draco leaned forward with his arms folded against the wood of his broom. 

“Thanks. For inviting me out. But don’t expect that you can just show up like this again.” Harry looked over at Draco and smiled. 

“I mean, I missed looking at your face. You have a nice smile when you’re doing something you love.” Draco tried to push down the blush that spread across his face and to his ears, but he knew he failed. 

“Suppose it would be easy for you to say that. You get to do what you love every day.” 

“Well tell me than, what would you be doing then? Because I know it isn’t whatever it is you’re doing now.”

Draco stayed silent. He’d thought of it. But there wasn’t much he could do to make the dream a reality. He’d love to be an alchemist, healer, or potioneer. He wanted to create, and he knew he was good at it. He wanted to fix things; he’s done it before. But it was just a dream. Nothing more. “What makes you think I don’t love what I’m doing?” 

“Draco,” Harry sat forward and ducked to try and look at Draco directly, “You never look happy. You’re always busy. And even though this is the first time we’ve met up since the concert, you look exhausted in a bad way.”

“Like there is a good way. It’s work.”

“Well, yeah. I get exhausted most days. My shoulder, arm, and hands get sore. There are some days my fingers bleed. But it’s not a bad thing. It’s something I love doing. Creating music with my friends and sharing it with the world. You deserve that too Draco.” 

Draco finally looked over at Harry, his eyes soft. Once Harry took a second look, he leaned his broom closer to Draco’s and hesitated for a moment before wrapping an arm around Draco’s shoulders. Draco never let himself really feel. He never had a choice but to feel thankful for the opportunities his father provided. Hearing Harry’s passion for his work, it just shows how much he was missing. Draco let a tear fall. Then another. Until he was fully leaned into Harry’s embrace. It was messy and wobbly given that they were in the air still, but Draco didn’t care. 

Harry rubbed Draco’s shoulder as he began to quietly weep. He’d known sadness before. Not like this, but he’d sometimes get emotional when Sirius or Remus told him stories about his parents. He wished he could have had a life feeling wanted as a child. But seeing how Draco’s shoulders rose and fell with sputtered inconsistency, Harry understood what it could have led to. 

The flapping of wings interrupted the moment between them. When Draco looked up, his eyes widened at the sight of a pure white barn owl with striking black eyes. It landed on the tip of Draco’s broom and held out is leg expectantly. Draco didn’t dare move to grab it, mentally degrading himself for letting this go on for more than an hour. 

Harry, as curious as he was, reached for the letter and opened it. Sure, it wasn’t for him, but he knew a panicked response when he saw one. He read the letter, which was written in fine dark green ink. His nose scrunched up while reading the letter. The consequences of Draco’s lack of ambition would result in the falling of the Malfoy name because no Malfoy man shouldn’t be in a position of power. And this failure would not come from Draco. Signed, Lucius Malfoy. Harry turned to Draco who only stared at the owl, arms wrapped tightly around himself. 

“Draco, you deserve to be happy too. Surely there is a better way to- “

“Shut up Potter. You wouldn’t know what is better or what makes me happy.” Harry was left speechless at the quick retort, but not for long. 

“Draco, all I’m saying is you’ve been surrounded with his mess all your life. There is more than this darkness that your father is filling your head with.” 

“Shut up, Shut up! You don’t know Potter! Just- leave me alone. Don’t write to me. Don’t come knocking. Obviously, this was a bad idea. You’re becoming a distraction. Yes. That’s what it is.” With that Draco turned sharply on his broom back to his flat. Harry quickly followed, passing the owl as he did so. 

“Draco waits!” He sped beside Draco and tried to pull in front of him. He reached and grabbed Draco’s arm, pulling them both to a sloppy stop. Draco didn’t fight but didn’t look at Harry either. “Is that what you really want? I’m not a distraction if I’m someone you want. Give yourself some slack! This is your life. Not your fathers, not your family’s, but your life. Please Draco. Make a choice for yourself.” Harry knew that he had deep feelings for the blonde in front of him. They’d hardly spent more than three hours with each other, but there was something inside him that made him feel normal. Even if Draco didn’t want more with Harry, he would still stay beside Draco like he would with Ron, Hermione, Luna, or any of his other friends. 

Draco’s other arm gripped his broom tighter as he jerked his arm from Harry’s hand. His eyes were still wet, and his neck was a dark red. He hurriedly unclipped the bracelet that Harry had given him and chucked it in a fit of frenzied anxiety. 

When Draco turned back to Harry, his eyes rose to meet the usual bright green ones. Grey eyes swirled with shadows of melancholy and turmoil. His icy interior seemly melting with his deep desire to feel wanted for himself. To be able to choose his own destiny. He only wanted peace, but that would only ever be a dream. With one last look, Draco tried to convey his remorse for his action, but he knew that it was over. Their friendship. Whatever could have happened, was no more. He took off again, this time not hearing Harry shout after him or the rush of wind from his speed. 

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“Harry? Rons told me that you’ve been shut up in your room since you last spoke with Draco. We’ve respected your solitude long enough. Either open the door or we are coming in.” Ron grabbed Hermione’s shoulder with a shake of his head. 

“Mione, we aren’t going to do that.” 

“Oh yes, I am. He certainly would do it for any of us if- “

“Oh, hello Harry.” Lunas soft voice quelled the bickering between Ron and Hermione. They turned to see Harry with an armful of papers. 

“Oh, hey guys, sorry. Didn’t mean to worry you, but I just got busy with this. I hope you’ll like it. I’m going to talk to our manager to get him to set up another performance. I think we should be able to get these cleaned up and good to go.” Harry passed out the scribbled down parts of the music he crafted. Ron drums. Hermione keyboard. Luna guitar and backup vocals. Harry bass and lead. 

“Harry this sound like it’s wonderful. But what prompted this?” Luna pulled her wand from her hair and began to clean up the scribbled writing and sheet music. 

Harry looked away, “I don’t know why it really matters, but I want to try and get to Draco the only way I know how.” Harry turned his gaze back to his friends and scratched his face. “I know I must sound crazy, but- “

“Bloody hell, of course you are. Just didn’t want you sulking away. Give us time to practice and we will meet up in a week?”

Hermione hmphed and pointed a finger at Harry, “Next time you want to make new music, at least involve us,” she turned and followed Lunas lead by clearing up the paper as best she could while muttering under her breath. 

Ron shrugged at Harry and followed the girls to walk them to the door. He locked the door and accio’ed his sticks, opting to use the couch pillows as a practice set for now. 

Harry was thankful to have such understanding friends. But he could only hope the letter he’d sent to Blaise and Pansy would prove they were too. 

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Draco did not want to go to this concert. He didn’t. He had better things to do that his father had expected of him. Surely Pansy and Blaise would understand? Especially if he just told them the truth about what happened. However, they did not understand and instead began shoving clothes onto him and brushing out his hair before he finally gave up and dressed himself. 

This time Blaise was fortunate enough to win some tickets, apparently to some new debut. Draco really didn’t care, but his friends wouldn’t let him just stay home. He’d been sulking since the flight. His hand kept trying to fidget with the bracelet Potter had given him, but of course he just acted. He wished he could have just given it back to Potter, perhaps there could have been some salvage of friendship. Draco kept his head down not caring who was playing, the conversations around him, or even the cheers when the openers arrived on stage.

“You know that he’s right.” Pansy’s voice was almost drowned out by the music and cheers. Draco looked over at her and shook his head. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” That was a lie. He had learned quickly to tell fibs when they best suited him. Unfortunately, Blaise and Pansy wouldn’t learn to accept it.

Putting her a hand on her hip, the other rose to pinch his cheek. “You’re being dumb again.” He almost yelled in protest, but an arm on his shoulder grabbed his attention. 

“Shh, focus.” Blaise smirked and pointed to the stage. At some point they seemed to have changed out. Center stage with his Bass and an earpiece microphone was none other than Potter himself. Draco suddenly felt sick and wanted to just run. How could they bring him here? He thought for a moment and sighed. He really didn’t give them much information about what happened. The depression he’d fallen into was more than just breaking off whatever Potter and him had. 

Potter had seemed to really fight. Blaise and Pansy did, sure, but they grew up with him. They understood the life he lived. Because they lived it too. Potter was the first stranger to fight for him. To really want to talk to him and even laugh with him. Even in the brief flight, Potter didn’t hesitate to compete with him. It wasn’t fair. 

Guitar and Bass started; it was a different pace than their usual music. But when Potter opened his mouth, Draco felt shivers down his spine. The melodic and almost effortless vocal was enough to bring the crowd to their senses as fans around them screamed and cheered their praises for his official debut. But Draco heard something more. He saw something more. Potter stared directly at him. Though he swayed and almost bounced in spot, his voice remained clear with the clarity of a crystal. Each tone he hit and played sparked a type of passion in Draco’s heart. His eyes watered, but he didn’t cry.  He listened to each lyric with bated breath. 

“It breaks my heart that you can't let go

You say you're fine, but oh, I know

You've been dancing, dancing, dancing with your shadows

When the days get hard, and your lights burn low

Don't go far, just hold me close

We'll go dancing, dancing, dancing with your shadows

Dancing with your shadows,” 

Instead of making this song a confessional of the desire he had, instead, Harry had poured his person into it. Draco could tell because it screamed Harry. The deep emotional connection that Harry had developed to Draco pierced through Draco’s core. Some one feels for him. It hurts Harry to see him so troubled? Harry sees the façade that Draco spent so long building and perfecting? His hand reached for the bracelet that Harry gifted him, but remembered it was gone. Draco deserved to live and linger among the shadows. He was nothing but a tool and puppet for his family. He’d known and accepted this fact long ago. But Harrys simple offer to pull him close seemed to strike a new feeling inside him. Desire. He had been a tool and built so much, so why was he not proud of it? Did he truly deserve to be? Would Harry stay by his side and continue to fight for Draco? With Draco? It became too much as Draco broke from his seat and pushed down the crowded aisles to the lobby. He ignored Blaise and Pansy’s calls despite them following him out.

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Harry paced the room as he heard the openers nearly completing their set. He’d no idea if his idea worked, but he had to try. He’d written to Draco’s friends and asked that they bring Draco to the concert, if not to say sorry, then to see Draco one last time. Despite never feeling the way he did with anyone else; he still felt his protective urge to help and guide Draco to his happiness. Ron, Hermione, and Luna tried to talk to him, but he couldn’t hold a single conversation. His throat was tight with anticipation. But it didn’t stop them from offering their words of encouragement. 

“You’ll do amazing Harry. Don’t ask how I know. Careful now, your heads full of wrackspurts.”

“We’ve practiced day in and out. You’ve composed a wonderful set. Whatever happens, we are right here.”

“It’s not like you’ve done this before mate, besides, I’ve had to listen to you sing for the past some odd years while cleaning or whatever, you’re fine.” 

As they prepared to get on stage, Harry suddenly felt a sense of calm surround him. It was a familiar sensation that he could not place. He shook his head and tried to focus as people attached and connected the earpiece to him. Just as they made their way into place, his eyes landed on the primary spot he’d chosen for the Blaise, Pansy, and Draco. He wanted to know for sure if Draco showed, and it seemed that he had. Harry watched as Blaise pointed him out to Draco, who looked up at the stage to see him. Harry wanted to wave, but the same look flashed across Draco’s face. Was this the right choice? 

As Luna and him began to play, Draco’s expression faded from shock to fascination. He didn’t blink and though he might have wanted to run, he stayed and stared. Not an icy glare or the same look from the other concert, but something new. Next his eyes seemed to water like that night, but no tears seemed to fall. Draco’s eyebrows rose as a hand rose to cover his mouth. 

“It's hard to hear your words

When you're so afraid to speak 'em

Somethings on your mind

But you're hiding it away

If you're running through the woods

Yeah, I'll search all night to find you

When the wolves are at your door

I'm gonna drive them all away” 

Harry wrote this song with every intention of sharing to Draco that it didn’t matter what happened between them. He just wanted to stay by his side, even if it was to take the hurt or protect Draco from all of his inner turmoil. The song portrayed it so well he felt, even with the help of his friends who offered better alternatives to make it the best it could be. He was so fortunate, why wouldn’t he offer it to someone who needed it? 

While the song came to an end, Harry watched in defeat as Draco ran. But he couldn’t show it. He had to keep on with the show. He had to continue playing even as Luna picked up her usual que as lead vocalist. He kept up the energy as best as he could. But he knew he would collapse after all was said and done. 

Luna finished the set, bidding the fans a great night as the closers began to usher people safely from the hall. Ron was the first to lead Harry off the stage. He didn’t make any comment, he didn’t thrash Draco, but he did rub a soothing hand down Harry’s arm as Hermione and Luna followed slowly behind. Harry could hear Hermione’s concerns of Harry shutting down and retreating into himself. Harry knew what she was talking about. Before he found music, his temper was horrible. He’d snap at his friends and despite their efforts to help him, he pushed them away. He knew they didn’t want that to happen, but he often did when he failed or felt alone. This wasn’t their fault, and he secretly vowed not to allow it to happen again. 

As they reached the backstage room, Ron ushered Harry to the couch while Hermione rushed to grab water for everyone. Luna sat next to Harry as they had last time, but this time she held his hand and wrapped it in-between both of hers. “I’d be second-guessing everything right about now, but I’d like you to remember that you’ve done everything you can Harry,” Luna looked into Harry’s eyes and smiled, “You’re so wonderful for trying to help him, but remember that you cannot internalize his decision. I don’t know what you might be feeling right now, but I know we are all here. We will walk this path together. Ok?” 

Harry felt like a failure, but he knew Luna was right. Draco made his choice and while Harry would have loved to see what Draco could have been, he understood that Draco was gone in his family’s misery. He opened his mouth to respond, but shouting caught his attention. Everyone in the room was put on alert as they grabbed their wands and pointed it at the door. The shouting grew closer as spells and the shield charm were cast. 

The door swung open as their manager fell back with his own wand pointed at the intruders. “And I said that I didn’t care if you ‘know’ them. You shouldn’t be back here!” 

Stepping through the door, Draco pointed his wand down at the man and scoffed. “How else was I supposed to reach out tonight? Seriously, you’ve met me before stupid, arrogant man!” He blocked a stunning curse and stepped over the man on the floor.

Draco looked around the room and watched as Harry lowered his wand. “Draco?” 

“Pott- Harry,” Draco suddenly looked to the side and put away his wand, unsure of what else he would say, but he still opened his mouth refusing to look at Harry. 

“Look, I have always been guarded and trained to hold my cards close to my chest. I don’t know who I can trust and even now it sucks to be in this position. Before you, things were fine. But you were the first stranger in my life to make me feel wanted and fought for. I lov- appreciate how you light up about what you’re passionate about. I’d like to feel that too. If you can forgive me for the last conversation we had, I’d like to learn.” Draco finally looked at Harry with cautious and guarded eyes. His nose was pointed high as if Draco prepared to dismiss the entire situation like he would dismiss a servant. 

Harry walked over to Draco slowly. “That’s all I’d like to do,” Harry grabbed Dracos hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “and perhaps when you’re settled and on your own, we could pick up where things left off.” Draco squeezed Harrys hand back and nodded. 

“I fully anticipate problems. I’ll expect you to stay by my side as I suffer through them.”

Harry smiled, “By the end of it, you will not suffer anymore. But I will help you through it.”

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Epilogue

“Mate, you could have bought a better place yeah?” Ron bit the side of his lip as he peered around the building that held dust, spiderwebs, and broken furniture. 

“Not exactly in my ‘budget’ Weasel. Besides, its perfect. It’s mine.” Draco stepped into the decomposing building and stood firm in what used to be the lobby or main entrance. 

“That’s the spirit Draco, this isn’t something a little elbow grease can’t fix!” Hermione pushed up her sleeves and put down the cleaning supplies she brought. 

“Oh? I thought this was your intentions Draco. I think it is lovely.” Draco raised an eyebrow at Luna and opted to not say anything. 

“Of course, it needs to be cleaned and repaired. Once I am finished with my apprenticeship with Severus, I will be able to open my own shop. It needs to be ready by then.” 

“Well, good thing you’ve got great support.” Draco turned to see Harry breathing heavily as he walked through the door. “Sorry I’m a little late, got caught up.” He took his time looking around and smiling. “It’ll be great Draco.”

Draco grimaced, “Well it better be. I didn’t leave it all behind for it to fail.” He crossed his arms and looked around the space and sighed.  

Luna chuckled, “Failure is inevitable, it’s your reaction that dictates success.”

Ron frowned, “Impossible, it’s how much profit you can make. Trust me, George and Fred have made it perfectly clear now that they’re successful.”

Hermione, who had set the broom to sweep scoffed and placed her hands on her hips. “Both of you are ridiculous, you won’t fail if you prepare, and money doesn’t mean everything. It is about the accomplishment.” 

Harry rolled his eyes as he picked up a duster and began to manually dust, idly listening to his friends bicker as they began to help clean. Draco was focused on repairing the roof as he noticed a large hole that had attributed to the damage in the building. He began to repair it until he noticed something gold falling onto him. He backed away with a small gasp and watched as familiar red clunked to the floor. 

Draco picked up the bracelet he’d thrown so long ago and could not believe his eyes. Thinking back, he supposed that they had flown all over Wiltshire and it was possible. But the odds were astronomical. “Hey what’s up?”

Draco turned quickly not hiding the object in his hand. “I-,” He couldn’t believe it and yet he held it in his hand. 

Harry wasn’t prepared to see the bracelet ever again. It wasn’t anything to special, but he’d given it to Draco as a promise. He reached out for the bracelet and held it in his hands. He wanted to slip it back onto his own wrist but looked back at Draco with a shy smile. “May I?’ He held out his hand. 

Draco felt his face get warm as he placed his hand in Harry’s. “Another promise for me to break I suppose?”

Harry chuckled as he latched it. “I hope not. But I have a feeling when all is said and done, there is only one way for this to go.” Harry inwardly cringed, but he knew what he would like to happen. Since the first concert, the feeling that Draco gave, his drive, and eventual passion. He would like to be more than a tool in his journey, but a part of it. 

Draco rolled his eyes as the bracelet fell into place. “I don’t think a bracelet is a good way to promise that,” Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s shirt and pulled him close, smashing their lips together in an explosion of new sensations. Harry was shocked but rested his hands on Draco’s hips. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders. They’d stay like that for as long as they could, but when they pulled away, they didn’t separate. They pressed their foreheads together in a silent promise to make it work. 

After another moment, Draco smirked, “Besides Potter, you’re better than that. But if you need reminders, I suppose I will oblige and remind you.” 

They both laughed and pulled away to finish cleaning. Both were eager to start something more serious. But of course, life was more chaotic. There wouldn’t be a perfect time for their relationship to start. But at first sight, they knew that they had every chance. 

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HI Liv. I hope u are having a great day.

I was wondering if u have well written fics with not a lot of smut? I don't want T rated fics. I want M and E rated, but I'm not in the mood for reading A LOT of smut recently (I don't know why tbh). I really really need good fics in my life rn

and thank you so much

Hi anon! Sure thing, here are some M/E plot-oriented fics with less focus on the smut. I tried to include different lengths, hope these work for you:

Still Life (M, 3k)

Between the Power Lines by @tackytigerfic (M, 3k)

For Harry Potter, all roads eventually lead to Draco Malfoy. Or: this is not an AU! It's just Harry and Draco meeting by chance in an imported food shop in Connecticut and going on a road trip together. Featuring motels, cacti, Americana, and a hefty dose of pining.

Harmony (Left-Handed Melody Remix) by mindabbles (M, 6k)

He is the last person Draco was expecting, but then again, this is not a place Draco ever expected to be.

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)

Set post-war and post-Harry's-conscience...

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by @the-starryknight (M, 16k)

The Ministry didn’t turn bad overnight. Harry didn’t suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isn’t a person. If there’s an art to fighting back, then they’ll find it hand in hand.

Nice Things by aideomai (M, 22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Open For Repairs by @drarrytrash (M, 35k)

After the war, Draco works at a tv repair shop and Harry breaks things. feat. sad boys in jumpers and more ABBA than is probably necessary

Turn From Stone by @harryromper (M, 45k)

Harry knows there’s nothing he can do to stop Hermione (war hero, historian, author of the reissued “Hogwarts: A History”) once she sets her mind to something. Even an extremely risky last-ditch effort to restore the ancient castle and lay its newest ghosts to rest. What he wasn’t counting on was her insistence that Draco Malfoy be part of the plan.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (M, 49k)

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Take the Air by dysonrules (M, 51k)

Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.

Timecode by Rasborealis (M, 73k)

Harry Potter has been dead for two years, and Draco would laugh in the face of anyone claiming differently. Well, anyone but Hermione Granger.

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (M, 74k)

A fic about challenging assumptions, discovering self-worth, the silver lining in failing to meet expectations, and finding friendship, love, and purpose in a small Alaskan town that’s steeped in magic.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (M, 146k)

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand (M, 225k)

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.

[obsidianpen]

Uh- Would you mind sharing with us, mere Harmony fans, the paragraph you wrote?🥺 please 🥺 pretty please 😭🙏🙏🙏

oh it was kind of a huge mess, something like - Ron dies in the final battle, Harry is so upset and blames himself so when the war is over he just vanishes, nothing but maybe a cryptic note saying not to look for him. So hermione is devastated because she just lost them both basically. She looks for him but he can’t be found and ignores every attempt at being contacted. years pass and everyone has to move on; Ginny falls in love with someone else, the Weasleys are broken but persevere. Hermione has thrown herself wholly into her work - which I feel like would be something that straddles the line between the magical and muggle world. Maybe she starts a program in the ministry to educate young muggleborn kids before they go to Hogwarts so they aren’t totally lost and confused about everything the way she and Harry were. So she thinks about Harry a lot. It takes a very long time for her to recover even a little from him leaving.

until you know, he shows back up in some kind of dramatic Harry Potter fashion. And hermione is actually livid so she avoids him, so he has to track her down, and whatever that reunion would look like would also be be very dramatic and emotional because she’d be so mad at him and say things like ‘I never left your side no matter how hard things got’ and Harry feels like an asshole but you know he was grieving and so I guess this story is super angsty and not at all my style and that’s why I don’t share it before 😅

[celestialseawitch-ff]

will you write new fanfic about Harry and Hermione?

Oh I have so many Harmony stories. I can't even- here, a few examples of things I have in the works for them:

Time Travel Fix It (Series) Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Teddy fall back in time. This is a series because there are different versions of it in which they fall to different times. So each version is completely different but with the same overlying premise. Little things in it change as well: ages, occupations, status of the relationship between HHr, as well as Hermione's status as muggle-born or otherwise. Currently, I have three versions of this in the works. The longest is about 60 pages so far.

Mutually Beneficial An AU in which Hermione and Harry didn't go to school together. Harry still defeated the Dark Lord. It's sort of a marriage of convenience story with elements of a Dom/Sub relationship between HHR. Teddy is a first-year student in it. Hermione is a kindergarten teacher. There's money problems, lots of McGonagall, and manipulative Dumbledore -- who did survive the war.

*Double Harmony* -- working title A "Hermione travels to another world" story. She goes to a world where there is already a Harry and Hermione there but they are not friends and mostly don't like each other. It's called double harmony because it's two harmony romances in one fic.

I have an ABO Harmony story in the works, probably a one-shot.

Children of the Fae A story I'm really excited about that has a lot of Harry and Tom Riddle interaction. I really enjoy writing scenes where they interact and like actually have real conversations. Hermione is strongly present in this story at every step

Beyond the Veil A one-shot coming out this summer for a competition I'm doing. I don't think I'm allowed to reveal details. But it's gonna be good!

And this doesn't include so many other ones that are still fresh enough that you won't see them for a while. I am always coming up with new Harmony stuff. I'm also really vibing with the pair right now -- I took a break for MCU and DC stuff for a while there -- and so I imagine we'll see even more stories not on the this list too

[daeliariddle]

As a Harmony shipper, it sometimes makes me sad to see how in some scenes Harry despises Hermione's company, just because… there is no quidditch? Are you going to tell me that two boys who grew up and spent holidays in the muggle world have so little in common? Don't they share music or period series? Was there no way Harry had a damn Muggle TV in the smallest room, a record player, nothing?

And Hermione's interests boil down to reading, studying, SPEW, Harry and Ron? What did she want to do if she didn't know the magic world? Sometimes I think about how limited the three main characters were, especially Ron (who is literally Ginny but without flaws).

[griffin-girl-r]

Stardust and Shadows

Prologue

Masterlist , Chapter 1

Summary: Buried secrets resurface, blurring the lines of reality and unraveling the tangled web of magic. In a world gripped by shadows, Hermione Granger stumbles upon a hidden truth she could have never fathomed. Behind a cloak of lies, she discovers a shocking revelation - that she is no mere Muggle-born witch, but the long-thought dead daughter of none other than Bellatrix Lestrange, the only rightful heir to the House of Black.

In the magical realm, where witches and wizards strive to coexist harmoniously with other enchanting creatures, an insidious evil silently slithers in the shadows. Patiently biding its time, this malevolent force eagerly awaits its opportunity to launch a devastating assault, shattering the fragile balance established by the united forces of light.

Amidst this precarious existence, a clandestine secret, known solely by an elite few, takes the form of a prophecy.

While society fixated on the well-known fate of the Boy Who Lived, their attention unwittingly bypassed another foretelling, etched into the records of destiny a mere few months prior.

This time, it was the tale of a young girl, whose remarkable insight would become instrumental in toppling the dark forces that threatened their world.

Born from the very essence of love yet shaped by the cruel hands of tragedy, her path would be ordained for greatness, but at a price far steeper than most are willing to bear. Sacrifices, boundless and profound, would punctuate her extraordinary journey.

She would emerge as a beacon of hope, a force against darkness, and a guardian of all that is good and pure.

But, let us not forget that even villains bear secrets concealed within their tainted hearts. Unbeknownst to many, this heroine's tale is intricately intertwined with a once-beloved protagonist turned malefactor. For it is said that a villain's descent often begins as a hero's ascent, and in these turbulent times, that truth is more haunting than ever.

Whispers echo amongst the wise, foretelling the arrival of an imminent storm. A tempest of monumental proportions encroaches upon their realm, threatening to consume all in its path.

And when this storm unleashes its fury, it is imperative that all inhabitants, both light and dark, stand prepared to face its wrath.

"There's a storm coming," he solemnly warned, gaze filled with trepidation. "And we'd all best be ready when she does."

[dhr-ao3]

Princess of Thieves

Princess of Thieves https://ift.tt/B6951le by Iceemist King Richard Granger IV was a well-respected king of a considerably large kingdom. The people of the Kingdom had very few complaints (if they really had to—the price of goat milk was outrageous). Despite that, they spent many years in harmony with one another, and the monarch flourished under his reign. They had many alliances with other kingdoms, and their trading of produce was highly praised for the size of their root vegetables. Princess Hermione, however, was the commoners’ princess. She threw gold coins into their holey satchels and treated them with the upmost respect, despite some of the dirty looks she would receive from the members of the court. It didn’t bother her, though, and it never once stopped her from setting aside time for those less fortunate. On many occasions, she would sneak away and walk down the peasants’ path, smiling at the adults and playing with the children. She brought food and medicine to those who lacked them and taught the less educated how to read and write. Words: 8112, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, slight hermione granger/ sirius black Additional Tags: Royalty AU, Muggle AU, robinhood!draco - Freeform, Knight Sirius, Knight Charlie, Knight Harry, Slight Character Death, long hair dont care charlie - Freeform, weasleys are peasents, take what you know and throw it away, neville is a king - Freeform, hes also older, and like herbs, riddle kingdom, granger kingdom, lucy gave away the crown? gasp, no beta we die like men, mistakes i blame on grammarly, Masturbation, Horny hermione, seductive sirius, its only hot in fanfiction, writing gets better as you go, hermione has tension w everyone sometimes, snape has LONG hair, visual the dramatics w me, Princess Hermione, i'm really just going balls to the wall w this one, lets mix up canon, slight ginny and harry, Dry Humping via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/rK7ahcN March 08, 2024 at 02:31AM

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the calling of wolves and vipers, chapter 1

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pairing: Draco Malfoy x Theodore Nott x Hermione Granger

description: draco, theo, and hermione navigate growing affections as they fight for werewolf rights. there are forces, however, which will stop at nothing to ensure their efforts are for naught.

word count: 3635

Theo slid yet another bloody, red graffitied draft across the table to her. 

“Your edits better be legible this time,” Hermione drawled, voice muffled around the highlighter clenched in her mouth. Theo eyed the neon marker with suspicion but Hermione insisted he was an ‘obstinate neanderthal’ for not seeing how muggle inventions could complement wizarding creations.

Theodore Nott’s upbringing taught him to be particular about many things: manners, eloquence, how to carry himself across a ballroom—much to Hermione’s delight when his cheeks had bloomed red upon her finding an old moving photograph of him confidently twirling a partner—but apparently, he had never quite mastered fine penmanship.

“My handwriting is downright delightful and wholly legible, I will have you know.” He emphatically enunciated, with a soft pop. Hermione’s eyes may have tried to pop out of her head for how hard they rolled in amusement. Theo muttered as much under his breath, to her delighted soft chuckles.

The cluttered office was jammed full, with nowhere near enough room for two desks. Theo made his own space on top of a squat filing cabinet, while Hermione’s tiny desk was shoved into a far corner, her crocheted projects laid askew: scarves, hats, and one unfinished blanket. She was a worried crocheter, she’d say. Hermione had been warned it was once a supply closet, at that time it was probably regarded as spacious. Now, the office was merely a reflection of the Ministry’s hesitation to allocate funds to expanding departments they deemed non-priority. 

And worry they certainly had. 

Stacks of paper and books were everywhere, making the already cramped space more constrictive, not enough room for a werewolf and herself to coexist, but work side by side they had, day after grueling day.

Theo Nott, among 49 others, was bitten around the time of the final battle at Hogwarts. This was a record-breaking change in registered werewolves and the Ministry felt the strain. Wolfsbane was consistently sold out in the few stores that carried it, shifting incidents were up 200%, and werewolf discrimination and stigma made daily life for those affected extremely difficult and uncomfortable.

The high incident rate was a point of contention between Hermione and Theo as they worked together on new laws regarding werewolves; The Werewolf Prosperity Act. Hermione felt the argument used by the Ministry of the elevated incident rate being reason enough to tighten werewolf rights instead of protecting them was barbaric and dismissive of the myriad of facts. Many people had been changed at once with no time to adjust and no accommodations for where to shift. Of course there would be injuries! What else was to be expected, it was proportional growth for Merlin’s sake.

Theo had never mauled anyone, but he firmly believed Hermione couldn’t understand the gravity of the pull to shift and the—sometimes overwhelming—primal bloodlust that came with it. However, with practice, immense self-control, and proper precautions, it was possible to control murderous urges. It was a skill learned, not unlike occlumency.

While he didn’t fully agree with the Ministry, he insisted wolves who injured people should be held wholly responsible, not under the charge of manslaughter or neglect like Hermione suggested. 

Mostly, though, they worked harmoniously.

Hermione was hired at the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures—a name that was steadily wearing down the enamel on her teeth, her parents would scold her thoroughly for grinding them—upon graduation from her eighth year at Hogwarts. She graduated spectacularly, garnering the highest NEWTs possible and finishing at the top of her class. Draco Malfoy finished second; she grinned at him cheekily through the entire commencement. 

Theo Nott joined the Ministry three years into Hermione’s tenure. He began in the Auror program, but hated how little power he had to change things. He knew the struggles of werewolves intimately and ultimately decided to transfer to Hermione’s department. When he heard about the act she was championing, they inevitably grew closer. They had to, working in such cramped quarters. In the infancy of the Act, it was nothing more than a whisper Hermione would float out once in a while within the Ministry to garner slow support, but Theo was interested in helping with the change. They’d been preparing for years now, but the work had only begun in earnest about seven months ago.

Hermione looked over Theo’s edits. “These are fine, I suppose. Though, I don’t know how you plan to propose building Ministry-sanctioned shifting houses to the Wizengamot?” Her voice was thoughtful. They’d learned early on that any change was going to be a knockout brawl with the Wizengamot. 

“Those stuffy old wizards whine about everything other than the money coming into their already stuffed pockets. Luckily the Nott family is interested in making a sizable donation to make those houses come to fruition.” 

“How benevolent of the honorable Notts.” Hermione’s tone may have been teasing, but the statement was a fact nonetheless. He had apologized for his father’s involvement and his own inaction in the war. She’d long ago decided it wasn’t worth the energy to hold onto resentments like those, told him as much and forgave him swiftly. 

Theo shrugged nonchalantly, but his cheeks bloomed a dashing rose at the praise, and he straightened in his chair, smiling at the woman in his periphery. Turning around to his filing cabinet desk, they fell into a companionable working silence.

This was generally how their workdays went. Minor comments or requests for input here and there, but mostly the quiet dedicated scratching of their pens or quills on the parchments before them. They had found this rhythm quickly, both having been extremely studious in their time at Hogwarts. Their habits turned out to be similar, though Hermione thought Theo’s personality was like a mixture of Harry and Blaise: Harry’s penchant for constant mischief and Blaise’s outgoing charisma.

If Hermione was honest with herself, she was quite attracted to Theo. His overall generally pleasant and warm disposition, along with his unending fight for the cause, were deeply intriguing to her methodical mind. He’d consistently treated Hermione with respect and deference. 

And, she could admit to herself, he was well and truly fit. Don’t get her started on his long fingers constantly drawing her attention as they deftly stroked along his parchment, quill clenched in his teeth, brow wrinkled in concentration. One could probably bounce a sickle off his abs. She pondered how he’d almost certainly allow her to test her hypothesis. 

Theo groaned and set his quill aside, scrubbing a palm over his furrowed brow. 

“Lunch time?” Hermione guessed, twisting her wrist to confirm her suspicion on her watch. 

“I suppose. I’m fairly certain even if we worked through lunch all week we’d still be behind,” Theo sighed, leaning back, stretching out his long legs. The top of the too-short chair digging into his spine pushed his chest forward, causing his shirt to pull tight and accentuate his taut pectorals. 

Hermione had to force herself not to ogle him out of the corner of her eye. Theo must’ve noticed this, because he brought his arms up behind his neck, stretching some more, allowing his shirt to slightly ride up and expose the dark trail of hair leading from his navel down to… 

Nope. She brought her runaway train of thought screeching to a halt, hard in its tracks. He smirked at her knowingly.

“Eh, er, I have to meet up with Ginny,” Hermione quickly rambled, scrambling her papers together as she blindly felt for her beaded tote bag. 

“Yes,” Theo’s voice was mirthful, “wouldn’t want to keep Mrs. Potter waiting, would we?” 

She was up and shooting for the door before he had even finished speaking. She didn’t turn around to bid her goodbye, just brusquely shoved the door open with one hand while the other waved goodbye over her head. 

The Ministry was bustling this time of day. Everyone trying to cram into the lift to run off to find their lunch. Hermione had to wait for three separate lifts until one finally had barely passable room to squeeze in. As she maneuvered around the others in the lift and felt her shoulders press against a broad man’s chest, a familiar unpleasant musk burning her nose, her heart started pounding wildly in her chest. She attempted to leave, but as the lift doors swung shut, Cormac’s arm snaked around Hermione’s waist to hold her firmly in place as she lurched forward.

“Don’t fall, darling,” his husky voice was much too close to her ear, his scalding breath burning the shell uncomfortably. She felt him shift to rub his cheek against the crown of her head. A hurried inhale had her shivering uncomfortably at the thought of him… was he sniffing her? Bile rose in her throat at the intimate display.

“I wasn’t,” Hermione snipped quietly, peeling his arm from her abdomen and flicking it away. She didn’t much care how her nails bit into his skin, surely leaving vicious little crescents behind. Cormac chuckled behind her, undeterred, and put his hand up as if to say I surrender. 

Cormac had been bugging Hermione since she started working at the ministry. Asking her out, making innuendos, and cornering her at events while she talked with other people, so when he asked her to dance she had to do the polite thing and oblige. He never received the message, no matter how loudly Hermione delivered it, that she was completely uninterested in him.

“Heading to lunch?” He asked. She leaned away, dodging the crawling sensation of his breath on her skin. “Want to go together? I know a great little shop just down the way. They’ve got a steamy section in the back, privacy curtains and all.” His eyes gleamed predatorily. Her skin stung where his body heat met hers. 

Any attempt at civil rejection extinguished by his too-thick skull, Hermione opted for a more direct approach. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

“Honestly, I’d rather starve,” she hissed. Hermione lifted her heel and slid back her foot until she felt his toe beneath it and stomped down. Hard. 

He folded in on himself and grunted roughly, “You know your fire only makes this hotter right?” He reached up and snatched one of her curls, twirling it around his finger. Hermione made a mental note to cut it off the moment the doors opened. She slapped his hand away, the loud pap drawing several sets of eyes. 

Hermione didn’t understand why he chose to continue to pursue her. She’d never shown even a moment of interest other than once, way back in school. Even then, it wasn’t an earnest crush, as she hadn’t truly known him at all. Though his advances were slimy and disgusting, she didn’t think he’d ever actually harm her or do anything against her will. 

Hopefully. 

Truthfully, she tried not to find out by avoiding him as much as humanly possible. 

Just because he hadn’t done anything outright illegal didn’t make her feel better. The roiling survival instinct in her gut told her to get OUT. She didn’t disagree with the tingles along her spine urging her to go. 

The lift shuddered to a halt and Hermione practically ran out the moment the doors slid open. 

“Until next time,” Cormac called out to her rapidly retreating form. 

I hope you choke on a sugar quill, Hermione thought snidely. 

⭑⭑⭑

“I fucking hate that prick,” Ginny groaned between mouthfuls of roasted potatoes, as Hermione finished recapping her run-in with Cormac.

“He won’t leave me be. I wish he’d get the message.” Hermione groused as she speared one of Ginny’s potatoes and popped it into her mouth. Ginny shot her a glare, but ignored it nonetheless. 

“How’s the team?” Hermione asked to distract her. 

Ginny’s eyes twinkled, “You know how I was cautious about the new Beater? Well, she absolutely butchered the other team during scrimmage this week. Harpies might even make it to the Cup this year!” Ginny had said it every year since starting, and Hermione believed her every year. 

It was part of the nature of their friendship to explicitly trust and support one another. After all they’d been through in the war, Hermione had realized she was lacking in close female friends and Ginny was constantly trying to show her love and support. She accepted it and they became like sisters, their bond almost psychic. 

Hermione had found deep kinship with Harry and Ron, but she needed female companionship too. The bond between her and Ginny was different than the boys. Lighter, but also more honest. Loving and challenging. Boisterous and steady. Harry had become her family, he’d forever be her dearest friend, and she, his. But Ginny was an oasis of warm company and unconditional love. Ginny didn’t let Hermione off the hook when she did something she disagreed with, but she also didn’t let any success go uncelebrated. 

“I have something to tell you,” Ginny’s voice grew quiet, serious, “I haven’t told anyone yet. I need you to know first.” Hermione would have been nervous at the change, but Ginny didn’t seem upset, she seemed excited. 

“Of course, Gin,” she encouraged. 

Ginny sucked in a breath and then flashed Hermione the most beautiful smile. Her teeth shone white, freckled cheeks straining toward her crinkled eyes. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Hermione choked on a near sob, “If this is a prank I will kill you myself, are you serious?!” 

“I’m not joking,” tears shone in her eyes, “I’ve just found out and I need your help. I want to tell Harry in a special but…careful way.” Ginny reached for Hermione’s hand and squeezed it anxiously, “You and Harry are like those twins from that Muggle horror movie, if anyone would know how to break it to him it would be the gorgeous, incomparable, Hermione Granger.” Hermione squinted at Ginny’s hyperbolic compliments. 

“Of course, you don’t need to stroke my ego for me to help you, batty witch.” Hermione sighed happily, she knew this would be so joyous for Harry. His chosen family was beginning, but it could remind him of all the family he had ultimately lost. “I’m so happy for you Gin. You and Harry will be the best parents.” She wiped at a renegade tear and returned Ginny’s brilliant grin. 

Ginny continued, this time more demurely, “I’m thinking of asking Harry if we should name the baby James or Lily. Maybe it would help keep their memory alive through our kids? What do you think about how I should tell him?” Ginny looked down anxiously and shrugged, fiddling with her fork between her fingers.

“That’s beautiful. And I would suggest you tell him in private, without much fanfare. Maybe ask Molly to help you make his favorite dish and tell him over dinner? It’ll give him an excuse not to talk right away if there’s food in his mouth.” Hermione knew Harry’s ticks, what would leave him speechless, and what would bring him to tears. The sap was sure to cry at the news and she knew he’d want it to be alone with his wife. 

“Good idea, I like that,” Ginny agreed, then tucked into her potatoes once more. This was the nature of their friendship, moments of intense honesty and vulnerability and then the mundane. It worked for them. 

“Speaking of life changes, how’s Theo the heartthrob?” Ginny waggled her brows at Hermione. She rolled her eyes, but felt her cheeks warm. 

“Handsome as ever, and equally philanthropic.” Hermione sighed. The image of Theo’s shirt creeping up over his toned abdomen flooded her mind.

“Ugh, make a move already, he’s going to be plucked up sooner or later!” Ginny had been championing what they called the Nott Cause since they began working together. She’d seen the two of them together once and said they were meant to be. Hermione insisted she was pulling her leg but Ginny turned serious,  she insisted she saw something. 

“I’ll consider it,” Hermione hummed.

⭑⭑⭑

Hermione burst through the office door in a flurry of disheveled curls and haste, running slightly late after celebrating Ginny’s outstanding news. Practically toppling through the door frame, she found two large men sitting on the floor calmly eating sandwiches. 

Theo’s nose wrinkled in disgust. She shrunk under his venomous expression. His eyes widened alarmingly as he scanned over her body, she could only watch him grow furious. 

Draco Malfoy and Theo both shot to their feet. Draco simply walked up to her and tipped her chin up and to the side, examining her face and neck, causing her loose curls to trickle down her back. Barely contained rage simmered in his eyes. She watched his eyes tracking further down her body. His touch was soft, but his gaze was scorching. Her body flushed in answer.

Hermione searched her brain for what glaring faux pas she could’ve committed to warrant such an immediately inflammatory response in the usually reserved men, but she came up frustratingly empty. She’d just entered the office after all. 

“And what do you think you’re doing?!” Hermione squeaked, the stern tone she presented wobbling slightly in the face of one furious Draco Malfoy. Theo had never looked quite so angry in her presence before, and having another werewolf on the brink of insanity, or so it seemed, was more than slightly alarming. Draco had been turned as well. Human instinct had her backing up until she hit the now-ajar door. Though, she was somehow oddly certain Draco and Theo wouldn’t, perhaps couldn’t, hurt her.

“Drake, back off.” Theo’s voice was so strained and low it almost came out as a growl. “Draco.” He had to repeat himself before Draco took a half-step away from her. His gaze remained intense and locked on her. 

Theo’s heart constricted painfully, the urge to gag wrestling in his throat. Something had happened to his witch. Her normally addictive scent of french vanilla and freshly dried ink was overlaid in some sour, rotten version of another wolf. 

Someone had ventured too close, marked her with their scent, and frightened her. Theo’s mind raced as he sucked down gulps of her scent, as though if he consumed it all, she’d smell only of herself again. His hands itched to steal her away, to tuck her into his arms and retreat to some small corner of the world where he could worship and protect her for as long as she would have him.

Theo reminded himself he had no right. Had no claim to her. She’s not yours. 

“Who touched you?” Draco rasped. Hermione was confused. What was he talking about, and why were they both so on edge? 

Theo roused himself, “What dear Draco means to say, love, is we can smell the residual fear on you, as well as another wolf. We know something happened, so out with it.” Theo’s posture hadn’t relaxed, but his face had thawed into concern and care. 

“I didn’t know Cormac was a wolf?” Hermione muttered, dots finally connected. Upon receiving his answer, Draco barreled for the door like a rabid animal toward prey, she almost didn’t catch his arm. The moment her fingertips made contact with Draco’s skin, he froze, muscles bunched waiting to burst forward again. Theo looked like he was straining to stay in place, a vein bulged in his neck as his jaw clenched so roughly Hermione ached for his molars. 

“Malfoy, wait, it’s okay,” Hermione didn’t know Draco well. He’d changed drastically from when they were children and she’d mostly regarded him as a polite stranger now. So this behavior was bizarre, even to her. But she knew enough about werewolves and figured since he and Theo were so close, and Hermione was close to Theo, he might view this as an attack on his pack. Draco was an Alpha, Theo a Beta. Both had stronger protective urges than the average wolf. 

“What did he do to you, Hermione?” Theo’s voice was strained and pleading, like every moment he didn’t know was agony. It dawned on her they were thinking the worst. 

“No, no, he just… grabbed me is all.” She winced at how it sounded. “Sniffed and rubbed my hair as well. But I can handle a miscreant of his underwhelming caliber.” Hermione shrugged in a move she prayed came across as casually unbothered.

“Just?” Draco scoffed. “You reek of his scent and lingering fear.” Shit. His silver eyes flashed to a void of black. Hermione stumbled at the intensity, finally dropping his arm.

“He held me against him. I stomped on his foot. He let me go. Is that what you want to know?” She tried to placate him, but the rage burned brighter in his now obsidian irises. 

“What else?” Theo prompted. His eyes told her he knew she was withholding.

“He came on to me again. Tried to ask me out. It’s annoying but mostly harmless. It’s okay guys, Cormac is not the first disgruntled fan I’ve dealt with.” Hermione waved her hands, trying to get them to simmer down. She was a grown witch, and far more competent than most at dueling, thanks to her involvement in the war. 

“Please, if he does it again, tell us?” Theo bargained softly, finally coming between Draco and her. His movements were measured. Hermione couldn’t tell if she was the skittish animal he worried about jarring, or if it was Draco’s fragile restraint.  

Crossing her arms and looking at her toes, Hermione mused, “I really didn’t know he was a werewolf. What if he thinks I’m his mate and that's why he’s so persistent?” She felt utterly foolish the moment it came out. Mates are soul-crafted for one another and quite rare. Even Cormac wouldn’t be so disillusioned as to believe she’d be his mate, could he? 

“Hah,” Theo scoffed in disgust. Hermione’s heart panged in hurt, brows drawing together as she blinked away the sting widening her eyes. 

Theo recoiled as her sadness hit his nostrils, “Oh, love, no. I mean, never in any world would Cormac McLaggen ever be worthy of you as a mate.” 

She felt like she was soaring then. The praise tingled up her fingers making her want to move toward him, a hopeless moth to a blazing flame.

“Hermione, no one would be deserving of you as a mate. Do you know what they mean to our kind?” Draco said quietly and reverently, turning the word mate over in his mouth as though savoring it. 

She nodded, dumbfounded by the sudden softness rounding his eyes as he gazed at her, which had returned to their silver hue instead of glowing obsidian. He startled and seemed to realize the intensity of his reaction to her and promptly schooled his expression into familiar, cool indifference.

“Then, you know how a wolf would treat a mate. It would be akin to poison to treat your mate without utter devotion,” Theo explained softly. 

Hermione stood there, confused as to why the two wolves were so serious now. Did they both seem to view her as part of their pack? As she stood there, turning it all over in her mind, she vaguely registered Draco bidding a tense goodbye. She missed the internal struggle flashing across his face and the way his hand subconsciously drifted in her direction then clenched, as he passed. 

Theo approached her slowly and laid a hand gently on her forearm where it was crossed over her chest. “I would never let anything happen to you. Please tell me in the future?” His forest green eyes drilled into her amber ones. “Promise me?”

“I-I promise,” she stuttered. No magic flowed through the vow, but it held a notable seriousness. 

“Alright, back to work, yeah?” Theo’s voice was soft like usual, but his eyes still held a ghost of the concern that had ravaged his face moments ago.

⭑⭑⭑

Hermione couldn’t stop thinking about the bizarre way both Theo and Draco had reacted that afternoon. As she fed Crookshanks, she recounted her day to him. 

Ron thought her chats with Crookshanks were an odd quirk, but he was part-kneazle and she was certain he could understand. Sometimes, Hermione swore he nodded or shook his head. He would tilt his head to the side and give her an expression one could only describe as quizzical, earning him a smirk and an affectionate pat.

Hermione leaned down to place his bowl on the floor and sat in one of her kitchen chairs while he noshed. She moved forward, resting her elbows on the table and dropping her chin into her palms. 

The chair was worn, found as part of a pair at a house sale. They were the most lovely shade of sage green and Hermione was always looking for pieces to brighten her flat. The kitchen looked like one a witch would have: herbs and flowers in glass jars and plants hanging wherever they’d fit, she sighed contently. Her inspiration was gained from Sabrina the Teenage Witch and Practical Magic. Hermione didn’t care that she was a witch in the flesh, she still endlessly indulged in Muggle inventions of the magical and mystical.

Hermione drummed her fingers on her cheeks anxiously, “Crooks, it was so peculiar. When I grabbed Draco, he froze, utterly still under my touch. I’m not certain he breathed. Ugh, and the way he looked at me!” she groaned. Crookshanks paused his meal to cock his head at her. 

“I know! And Theo, ugh, he was so angry on my behalf and concerned. I wish I could’ve explained it better to them. Worried them less. I don’t know, Crooks,” Hermione sighed. Crookshanks was finishing his meal now, so she meandered to the living room and flopped down on the mustard-colored cotton couch in defeat. She would’ve thrown her legs up on the wooden cocktail table, but her most recent purchases from the Muggle bookstore had not yet been organized among her tomes, instead her toes absentmindedly tugged and rubbed the velvety-soft throw rug beneath her.

Crookshanks leaped up beside her and nuzzled her palm until she started petting him, paying special attention to the velvety patch behind his ears, a favorite spot. She took his face in her hands and touched their noses together, grinning conspiratorially. Soon enough, he was curled in a ball in her lap with his eyes fluttering closed. In the silence of her flat, broken by Crooks’ quiet rumbling purrs, she thought for a moment longer. 

“I think I’m falling for Theo,” Hermione whispered into the dimness of her living room. The kitchen light didn’t quite illuminate Crookshanks’ eye as he cracked it open and looked at her knowingly.

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[harmonyandco]

Modern AU: Hermione and Harry are YouTubers with very popular followings. She posts about books, social justice and handicrafts, he talks about football and cooking/baking (man of multitudes 😆)

They get asked to do a collab, and so one of them messages the other.. then magic happens

(Did I mention they already subscribe to the other's channel?)

[darkcrowprincess]

Fair warnings to Harry Potter fans that follow me:

I'm a snape and marauders fan. I like both get over it.

I hate Ron and Ginny Weasley as characters and love interests.

I'm very anti jk rowling but still a harry potter fan. I just the series is my everything.

I'm a drarry fan with a soft spot for harmony/harmione. But overall drarry is my otp

I'm a slytherin on the inside while looking like a hufflepuff on the outside.

Slytherin and proud of it. Just because your a Slytherin doesn't make you dark and evil and I'm living proof.

Dumbledore was the real villian all along but I appreciate his character. Have a love hate relationship with Dumbledore. Sometimes I hate him. Sometimes I love him. But one things for sure he's got style and terrible taste in men.

Luna Lovegood is my spirt animal.

I love Emma Watson version of Hermione more so than the books. Just Emma is such a wonderful actress and I love her. Her version of Hermione feels more true to me than Jk Rowlings, which basically feels like a self insert version of herself looking back now. Overall Emma is and will always be my Hermione Granger.

Reminder, again drarry is my otp, I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers trope.

Reminder I love Severus Snape. He is one of my favorite characters.

Reminder I also love the marauders.

The gryffindor and slytherin feud is so stupid and I headcanon that Salazar and Godric were lovers.

Dracos dad was an abusive asshole.

Draco deserves a redemption arc.

Draco is a mama's boy, and has a badass mom.

Narcissa and Lily probably would have bonded over their firce love and protectiveness over their sons, that's my headcanon and I'm sticking to it.

I ship jegulus.

I also ship snily.

In general I just love gryffindor x slytherin forbidden love pairings. Give me that romeo and juliet level drama bullshit that I'm always a sucker for.

I'm all for the family drama that is the Nobel and most ancient house of black. It's fucking hilarious and gives me vc andrews vibes and I love the drama. Wizards witches magic and old money family drama! I love it!

I love Voldemort as a villian. He is the best villian ever. I headcanon him as not believing in the pure blood bullshit though. Voldemort hates muggles of course. But he doesn't buy into that bullshit. Plus Voldemort only cares about power and himself. Easy way to get followers, pretend to care about those beliefs. That's my opinion and how I see the character.

I hate the Christian religious symbolism in harry potter that I can spot now that I'm older. And 100% ignore it. Love aus that explore into dark and gray magic. Bringing pagan or other other Wiccan type magic beliefs into harry potter aus to explore is always my favorite.

All witches and magic movies, cartoons and shows are just all connected to me in the harry potter universe. Its a multiverse of witches and I'm loving it.

[alexandra-emerson]

Here’s chapter 4 of ‘Here Again’. We get to hear from Hermione again and learn about her and Harry’s first day in the Muggle world. See link in bio. #Harmony #HarmonyFanFic #HarmonyFanFiction #HHrFanFic #HarryxHermione #HPFanFic #Harmione https://www.instagram.com/p/CmT4sxuueoD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sitp-recs]

hi! first off i love your blog! i’m looking for recs along the lines higher and higher (temptation) by the amazing birdsofshore…repressed draco trying not to be attracted to an irresistible harry oh so badly and harry being equal parts oblivious and attractive…thank you!

Hi anon! Ahh I love Birds’ stuff so much! I don’t think there’s anything similar to that fic but for Draco resisting an attractive + oblivious Harry I’d suggest these:

Harmony (Left-Handed Melody Remix) by mindabbles (M, 6k)

He is the last person Draco was expecting, but then again, this is not a place Draco ever expected to be.

Along Came Potter by huldrejenta (T, 9k)

Potter shows up at Draco’s flat. Then he shows up again, and again, and again.

What Real Thing? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 12.6k)

They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by whiskyandwildflowers (E, 14k)

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Potter. I'll think of something. So will you. But this is my journey to self-actualization," Draco managed to smirk. "You can fuck off and get your own."

Evolution by potteresque_ire (M, 13k)

Draco Malfoy was condemned to live a Muggle’s life for his three-year probation. His wand was locked away, and he was forbidden to set foot in Wizarding Britain until Hermione Granger secured a job for him in the Aurors’ stock room.

Stupid Love by @the-sinking-ship (E, 17k)

Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways.

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man.

This is Never Happening Again by hpleems (M, 32k)

Harry and Malfoy don't get along any better than they used to, but Harry can't get enough of their secret hookups, and he can't seem to figure out anything else in his life, either. He's looking forward to Christmas break so he can clear his head...but fate has other plans.

The Vanishing Department by @dictacontrion (E, 47k)

The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.

The Secret Keeper by fools_errand (M, 225k) - AU

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand.

[suzyq31]

Fall Fanfic Reads

Inspired by the lovely @oneofthesirens a compilation of what I’ve been reading this season. I’ve made more of an effort to read published books but have still devoured some lengthy fics.

The Last Enemy Series by @chdarling

It’s 1975 and war is simmering beneath the surface of the Wizarding world...but at Hogwarts, it’s magic as usual as the fifth years prepare for their O.W.L.s amidst politics, pranks, and other poor choices.

Severus Snape wants to prove his worth. Lily Evans wants a fresh start. James Potter wants Lily Evans, though no one is more surprised by this than him. Sirius Black wants to write himself a new story. Remus Lupin wants to survive the next moon. Peter Pettigrew just wants to keep up.

But as tensions bubble over, sides will be chosen, friendships destroyed, families parted, and paths forever altered.

Pairing: James/Lily, also eventually Remus/Sirius

I recently got back into Marauders fanfic and I’ve now completely caught up on this two part series. It’s fantastic and I don’t have enough words to praise it. Reads like the prequel I always dreamed about. I may or may not have recommended it to my massage therapist when we talked about Harry Potter...

even the bones will do by @oneofthesirens

In the midst of a brutal war, Lily and James are betrayed by one of their best friends and manage to survive. Harry, still only a baby, is declared the Boy Who Lived, a child of the prophecy.

But Lily will tear the wizarding world apart before they use her son for their gain. Faced with an impossible choice, she leaves James behind, retreating to the Muggle world and her sister who she had almost given up on.

When James appears in her life once more, Lily has to decide between the relative safety of their Muggle existence and the man she still loves.

Or: Lily and Petunia raise Harry.

Pairing: James/Lily

I am so grateful I found this story and author! I am obsessed with hidden child fics and this has quickly become a top fave and it got me back into Jily after 10 plus years. If any of you enjoy Iris, read this! This story will crack your heart in half but you won’t care since the writing is so beautiful.

Chasing Life by @mppmaraudergirl

James Potter enjoys the simple life. That is, being a national Quidditch star, drinking profusely with his mates, and no-strings-attached companionship. At least until he meets a beautiful, clever redhead who is immune to his charms and uninterested in his talents. She just might also help him see there is more to this thing called life than perpetual, meaningless bachelorhood.

Pairing: James/Lily

Sat down to read one chapter before writing, and instead caught up in one siting. All the amazing slow burn goodness. Also adore James’s parents and Sirius and Remus in this.

In the middle of the night by @svalewayland​

Hermione Greengrass is known for her intellect as well as her unparalleled ability to make a grown wizard tremble on the spot with just a raise of an eyebrow. The formidable witch is nothing if not self-assured. But when she and Potter are sent on an auror mission undercover as a married couple to a small Irish town, she is forced to re-evaluate everything she knows about him... and herself.

I had the privilege of being her test reader and I’m so excited it’s now starting to update! A unique idea of exploring Hermione as a character if she was raised as a pureblood. Also it’s fun to read an enemies to lovers in Harmony since it’s not often done. Her writing is gorgeous. Also James and Lily live! Sirius and Remus too, extra bonus!

Pairing: Harry/Hermione

We Were Born Sick by NuclearNik

When Harry and Hermione's first child is born, the joy they feel is dampened by the news they receive from the healers—their baby is plagued by an unknown ailment, likely a curse. Hermione will do anything to save her daughter. Even dabble in magic she'd be better off avoiding.

Pairing: Harry/Hermione

I  discovered this writer in September and immediately read all of her Harmony works. I am so in love with her writing style. The raw emotion in this story gets under your skin and you can feel Hermione’s desperation and love for her child. 

Finding Jane by Delivermefromeve

This is, primarily, a tribute to that wonderful character, but seeing as I suddenly have this opportunity to enter this in the Elder Wand Competition (the deadline got extended, apparently), I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea. ^_^

If you're expecting a red-hot romance, it's not happening in this one-shot. 

This was also inspired by all the Janes in Harry Potter. If you're a true-Harmonian, you'll know what that means 

Pairing: Harry/Hermione

Not much of a summary from Portkey but Hermione is newly divorced from Ron and finds an old copy of the book Emma which sparks some discussions with her Mother. This is an old favorite I re-discovered. A lovely character study of Hermione...and Harry. I love the dialogue between Hermione and her mum about love and marriage. Epilogue compliant.

The Letter by @alexandra-emerson​

You know what, Hermione? I’m never going to be able to win you over with words. You know how I want to win you over? When you walk into my house tonight I want to push you against the wall and snog the breath out of you. I want to taste you and feel you moan against my mouth. I want to vanish whatever you’re wearing and look at you standing naked in my hallway.

Hermione finds a letter from Harry she was never supposed to read. What now?

Pairing: Harry/Hermione

This was everything. Harmony angst mixed with Atonement vibes. YES! 

On my TBR is her newest story which just finished In the Garden of Shadows is a spooky vibes Dramione which I’m excited to binge! 

Hope this gives someone out there something to read!