#hermione granger pining

[dapperbeetledraws]

Friends -> Lovers Drarry, sketches of different scenarios that were in my head~

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I was gone for a bit due to some tough months, but now I'm back! posting still probably won't be super frequent but I am still obsessed with them so here we are lol. I know this isn't that original, but I really want to make my own take on the books featuring Draco as primarily a friend, starting end of book 1/throughout book 2. I feel like in books 3-4 he'd be friends with the trio, then would get really close to Harry book 4, both of them developing a big time crush. Then post Voldy return it would get angsty again, until books 6/7 where they'd get together (it would be dramatic). But because I'm impatient, so far I am just able to sketch the different fluffy scenarios, like them stargazing and pointing out the Draco constellation, Potion adventures with Amortentia and Felix, general tomfoolery with the 4, and also Draco bringing out Harry's bitchiness with much glee. I have some plans to develop my friends to lovers to enemies to lovers thing, so we'll see! For now enjoy sketches and lmk your fav potential friends to lovers scenarios!!

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Nothing, head empty, just Hermione Granger being the only one completely unbothered by the Veelas at the Quidditch Cup in GOF, because after all, she’s in the company of only guys. And she spots Draco Malfoy.

Although he is a guy and should be just as drawn to the Veelas as Harry and Ron are, he is just sitting there, staring unimpressed at the Veelas. Then he’s frowning in confusion. Then he looks horror struck.

Hermione isn’t stupid, and nor is Draco. They both realise pretty quickly what is going on, possibly even at the same time, and their eyes meet and Draco looks horrified. He tries to brush it off by making a face at Hermione, and he turns back to face the Veelas.

Hermione never tells Harry and Ron about this. She doesn’t bring it up in sixth year, when Harry keeps muttering to her about “Stupid Pansy Parkinson… I mean, what does she even see in him?”. She hears the unspoken question. What does he see in her? Nothing, nothing at all, that’s the thing, she wants to say, but she doesn’t.

She doesn’t bring it up when Ron and Harry discuss Draco’s love life one night in the common room, Ron snorting and saying the most horrible things while Harry tries laughing it off and changing the subject, but fails miserably because every single question he asks that night is about Draco, Draco, Draco, and Hermione, I’ve heard he and Pansy had an argument the other day, do you think that’s true? I hope it is! What… what, I mean, er, I hope she’s finally realised what a shitty person he is.

Hermione doesn’t bring it up in Eighth Year when Harry is being a pining mess. She doesn’t bring it up when Harry is confused as hell because “Hermione, Pansy and Ginny are dating! How are they dating? What about Dra- Malfoy?!”

She doesn’t bring it up when Harry can’t focus on his Auror duties for the life of him because a certain Draco Malfoy is in the same building as him.

She tries to bite her tongue, but one day she just can’t anymore, and when Harry refuses to stop talking about Draco Malfoy for the fifth work day in a row and all the sleepless nights catch up to her she just blurts it out: “Harry, Draco is fucking gay!”

She rarely swears, so Harry immediately goes pale before even registering what she’s just said. “W- what?”

And she storms off, horrified because shit, shit, this wasn’t how the two stupid gits were supposed to get their shit together and… get together. This wasn’t how she’d planned it to happen! She was going to lose the bet to Ginny now, but that was the least of her problems, because fuck, Draco Malfoy was one of her favourite colleagues and they were actually getting along and now she’d spoiled it all by revealing what had to be one of his darkest secrets to Harry just like that! He hadn’t even told her yet, and now she’d told Harry! She had seen the way Draco looked at Harry and she knew that he liked him and, and…

In that exact moment Draco Malfoy rushed past her heading towards the room she’d just left Harry standing in, and he seemed to caught up in whatever he was muttering to himself about to even notice her… suddenly, Hermione didn’t want to go back to that room in a while, scared of what she might witness if she did.

“Ron- Ron, no, nonononono!”, she said and grabbed her boyfriend’s arm and dragged him as far away as she could from the room where Harry’s surprised yelp could now be heard. “Let’s… just… let’s just leave. Like, right now. Trust me. Get moving!”

[tippilo]

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Ginny asks, inspecting Hermione’s all black dress. “I mean, not that you don’t look positively ravishing, but are you really going to wear black to your wedding?”

Hermione glares at her friend. “I think it’s perfectly appropriate when you are marrying Draco Malfoy. This is a day of mourning.”

Read The Only One HERE, on AO3

My first oneshot! Thank you @dara-art for the support, inspo, and streams of amazing art 🤍

This was written for dramione month(by @dhrmonth ) with their prompt “Marriage Contract”.

Dara is hosting a “Draw this in your style” based on this image for reaching 20k followers! She is accepting enteries until October 19 (details under original post on her page!)

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 4.

Theo took a deep drag of his cigarette as he peered up at his friend who was pacing the length of Theo’s study with nervous energy. Exhaling, he allowed his eyes to drift up, following the curl of smoke that rose slowly into the air above his head.

“I thought Granger was okay.” Theo said as he flicked the ash from his cigarette and into the ashtray made of marble. It sat on the chestnut wooden table beside his favorite chair.

Draco laughed but it was tortured and loud. It bit, like the bark of a dog about to attack it’s owner. “She’s fine. I mean, I think she is?” His feet stopped moving long enough for him to run his hands tiredly over his face, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his palms before he resumed his journey back and forth along the black rug that was laid out in the middle of the room.

“What do you mean? Didn’t you just leave the hospital?” Theo lifted the cigarette to his lips for another drag.

“Yes.” He growled before throwing himself, finally, into the chair next to Theo’s.

Theo blew out smoke as he tilted his head, observing Draco. “You’ve been incredibly grim since you called me to the hospital.”

“She died, Theo.”

“You saved her.” He pointed at him, cigarette still between his fingers and threatening to drop ash all over the floor. He leaned over the arm of the chair and flicked the ash into the marble dish.

Draco frowned and rolled tension out of his neck, moving it side to side.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, actually...” Theo started, eyeing the tell-tale signs of a Draco who was holding onto something important. Something dark and secretive. “How did you save her, by the way.”

With a frown still pressed firmly into his mouth, tension bracketing it, Draco shook his head. “I already told you.”

“Yes, but...” Theo shoved the cigarette into the dish, putting it out. “There’s something off about you.” Theo took a breath when Draco looked up at him with a scowl. “More than usual,” He amended. “You’re frightfully unhinged.”

“I’m not unhinged, Theo.” Draco slapped a hand down, lowering it from his face, to land onto the arm of his chair. “I’m freaking out.”

“Because Granger died.”

“Yes.”

“And you saved her.” Draco was quiet. “And because you love her.”

“I don’t love her, Theo. She’s my coworker.”

“Who you obsess over.”

“I don’t.”

“But, you do. You talk about her all the time and when you aren’t with me and Pansy, you’re with her. Which is increasingly more and more. And now, after spending the last three days attached to her hand as she lay limply in a hospital bed, she’s finally woken up and you’re...” Theo swept a hand out, gesturing to the room around them. “Here.”

“Potter and Weasley showed up.”

“Ah,” Theo clasped his hands and steepled them before pressing them to his mouth. “The fiancé.”

“The fucking git.” Draco growled and threw his head back against the chair. So hard that Theo was certain that it hurt.

“Tell me what really happened on Monday, Draco.” Theo lifted a brow when his friend looked at him, a mild look of surprise on his face. “Come on, mate. You know I know you. You weren’t entirely honest in your report to the staff, were you?”

Draco’s lips pressed into a tight, thin line, before he inhaled deeply through his nose. “He killed her.” He said, quietly. “That bastard used the killing curse on her, hit her square in the back.” He slashed his hand out, as if he could cut the wizard down once more. “So,” He sat up and straightened the collar of his shirt. Which was terribly wrinkled from having slept in a hospital chair for three nights. “I killed him.”

“I figured. How did you do it?”

“I used the same curse.” He sniffed. “After bashing his head against granite.”

“Atta boy.” Theo shrugged. “So, what? The wizard had it coming.”

“That’s not what I’m upset about, Theo. I know he deserved it. I could do it a million more times and not feel a shred of remorse.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Theo stood from his chair and stretched his arms high above his head. Enjoying the bit of light headedness that came from the combination fo the cigarette and getting up too fast.

“I may have,” Draco pursed his lips, fumbling for the right words. “Turned her into a horcrux?”

Theo’s arms froze above his head as the words sunk in. Slowly lowering his arms, he looked down at his friends guilty face and knew he wasn’t lying. He wasn’t pulling some absurd kind of joke. He wasn’t trying to get a rise out of him.

“What.” Theo took a deep breath. “Do you mean, you turned her into a horcrux?” Theo rounded on his friend, hissing the last words of his question into his face. “What the fuck did you do?”

“I could feel her soul there, her magic was slowly slipping away, Theo! I used the kill of the assailant and I took a piece of my soul — a sliver, really. I can’t even tell it’s gone — and I attached it onto hers.”

“How do you even know how to do that shit, Draco?” Theo pressed a hand over his eyes.

“I looked into it after the war.” He frowned and shook his head. “But it’s not like I’m trying to make several. I’m not trying to become immortal, Theo. I needed to save her! I needed her back!” He shot to his feet and grabbed the front of Theo’s shirt. “She was slipping away and I needed her to stay. It felt like I had died, too, right then and there. So, I figured, what the fuck, right? If this is what its like to die, then why not part with a little bit of my soul?”

“Because it’s the darkest kind of fucking magic there is, Draco!” Theo grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him. “Does she know?”

“No.” He shook his head and licked at his dry, cracked lips. “But she will. She’ll figure it out. She’s fucking brilliant, I know she will figure it out.” Draco’s face crumpled. “She’s going to fucking hate me, Theo.”

Ah, the real reason for Draco’s woeful despair.

He shook his head and patted his shoulders. “It’s alright, Draco. We’ll figure this out.”

“How? What’s there to figure out? She’s got a piece of me in her. She’s alive and I fucked up but, did I?” He asked, frantic and breathless. “Did I really fuck up? Because she’s alive and she’s still her.” He paused and shook his head. “I mean, for the most part, she’s still her.”

“What do you mean, for the most part?”

“Well, her eyes changed. They’re a bit like mine, actually.”

“Mate,” Theo sighed and lowered his head. “What the actual fuck?”

“It’s nothing. They don’t know.” They, Theo assumed, meant everyone. “As far as they know, it’s a mysterious curse. And really, she’s vital and just as beautiful as before.”

“Beautiful as...Draco,” Theo smacked his cheek, hard enough to shut him up but not hard enough to anger him. “Focus.”

“On?”

“We need to figure out what this is going to do to you. And her.”

“As long as I’m alive, she’s fine. Right? Or is it the other way around?”

“Fuckme.” Theo muttered and pushed away from his friend. “Just, don’t do anything rash until we figure it out. Okay?” He looked over his shoulder and eyed his friend.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Draco murmured with a shake of his head. But Theo saw it in his face. Draco was calculating. He was hungry for Granger, starved. He had been pining after her for the last two years and it was starting to eat at him.

Now, that bit of his soul that was being eaten away by his love for her was now, possibly, inside of her.

What that meant, Theo didn’t know. But surely, it wasn’t going to be decent.

[draigonboother]

The Bolt, Chapter 2

Pansy presses her lips against his, slowly, sweetly. The tip of her tongue probes his mouth.

Then — suddenly — an image comes to him, so vivid that for a moment he’s not sure where he is: Hermione in the library, her figure illuminated by a large, arched window. She’s bent over a piece of parchment, writing something, strands of her hair catching golden in the light. He’s close enough to see the peach fuzz of her cheeks, the slight knot between her eyebrows, the small ink blotch on her chin, from where she’d rested her quill there to think; he is close enough to trace the elegant line of her collarbone, smell the faint scent of clean linen, lemons, salt. She seems to be emitting a warm, white glow.

They look at each other for a moment, and her eyes are wide, endless, swallowing everything. Then she tilts her head, her lips curving up into a small, bashful smile. She shakes her head: no.

This is not a memory, but it feels like one.

She looks up suddenly, startled.

Draco takes a ragged gasp and shoves Pansy away.

[hopedrunkminx]

This single-handedly shows the brilliance behind the masterful application of the “show, don’t tell” rule of writing. GTC doesn’t explain or tell us what’s going on in the characters’ minds, she describes it instead. I personally think this one scene represents their entire relationship dynamic throughout the whole series. I’m in love.

Thank you for this masterpiece @greenerteacups 🩶

[weibenwolken]

Danny: We need to distract these guys.

Randy: Leave it to me.

Randy: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss!

Dipper and Hermione: *immediately begin arguing*

Edward, after he found out what is a centaur: *flashback*

Dazai, refute everything Chuuya said everytime he said something:

Elf and Alba, having a detailed report on WHY a centaur is not an insect:

Ross, immediately burning said report:

The fire spreads to the forest, make everyone panic:

Randy and Danny: ...

Randy: ...oops, too much distraction.

Danny, making a side eyes toward Randy: You think?

[bamnahuu]

✧ Harry and Hermione In Gravity Falls.

Mystery Brothers

By the way, I apologize for any mistakes in English. (I speak Portuguese uuhuhuu)

I've had this idea for so long... I thought it would be brilliant!

Harry takes Mabel's place and Hermione takes Dipper's place, Harry is adopted by the Grangers

I thought Sirius would fit in as Soos and Vitor as Wendy...

Colin is going to be Gideon because DAMN in the second book POOR HARRY that kid wouldn't leave him alone >:(

Draco will be the Pacífica (THERE WILL BE NO SHIP BETWEEN THEM)

Stan didn't have many ideas but Ford suits Snape

I think that was it :)

[autumnweeen]

“His eyes searched the room as if the answer was plastered on the walls, written in between the lines of the parchments—

In between the lines.

What if she had been giving him clues all along? What if she, too, wanted more?”

Draco Malfoy was obsessed, there was no point in denying it, and he had accepted this was all it could be. Really, he had.

But, what if…

What if his wishful thinking wasn’t wishful thinking at all?

Was he hallucinating, or had Hermione Granger been giving him signs?

There was only one way to find out.

[draqo-pctter]

girl on a train // a dramione mini-fic, complete

After the war, Draco took to riding muggle trains to clear his mind. One morning, on the fifth year anniversary of the Battle at Hogwarts, he saw a familiar mountain of curls while riding the Piccadilly Line.

Hermione Granger sat across and four people down from him, reading. This wouldn’t have been so unusual, if anyone in Wizarding London had seen her since the end of the Reconstruction.

words: 11.8k chapters: 8/8 tags: old feelings new situations, soft, pining draco malfoy, alternate universe, soulmates, strangers to lovers, light angst, mild hurt/comfort, falling in love, historical references, references to the time traveler’s wife by audrey niffenegger click here to read on ao3      

artwork done by @sophiesstreet​ | please give her all of the love & attention, her artwork takes my breath away

[lordofthepaperrings]

I'm bored at work, so here's a list of fictional characters I relate to a little bit too much

● Bilbo Baggins: Loves adventures, but have a tendency to get tired of them quite quickly, and would rather spend the rest of my day reading and drinking tea.

● Annabeth Chase: Likes to lead a group and finds it har to entrust others with important tasks.

● Wirt: Writes poetry and plays the clarinet. Also, we're both nerdy and socially awkward.

● Dipper Pines: Once again, nerdy and socially awkward.

● Aziraphale: Loves books, uncomfortable in large groups of people, clothing style looks like it was frozen in time a hundred years ago, makes funny sounds when I'm excited, always in the mood for ice cream... The list goes on.

● Hermione Granger: Reads too much for my own good and constantly worries about school.

[xoxonxo]

im in progress of writing a fic that’s basically the halfblood prince but through hermione’s perspective (mostly managing her realization that she likes ron). i’ve never seen any fics like this, and as a sucker for ANYTHING romione related, i seriously wished the books/movies indulged on her feelings more. i thought that id post a small piece of what i have written just to see if anyone would actually read it. im hoping for this to be a multi-chapter (?) or a really long oneshot. PLEASE give me feedback, im in DIRE need of it. thanks!! 💕

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Hermione knew she was smart— everyone knew it too. She was the brightest witch of her age, a fact that she carried with pride since her first year at Hogwarts. She was also a prefect, and hoped that in her 7th year she would be Head Girl. Hermione thought she wasn’t bad looking either. She learned the hard way that her hair had to be properly kept, and not just brushed until it had grown the volume that of a lion, which was something she wasn’t aware of until she was 12. She was fit— although she had to give most of the credit to Harry due to their near-death experiences they went through on a yearly basis. Hermione was remarkably resourceful, and was great help to anyone who asked for it. By her third year, she had nearly read the entire library at Hogwarts and begged the librarian to bring her in a new collection. The best quality Hermione had was that from a young age, she knew what she wanted in life. The day she had gotten her letter from Hogwarts she practically ransacked every bookshop in Diagon Alley for any book that explained the phenomenon that was magic. In her fourth year, she created S.P.E.W after witnessing Dobby and Winky undergo horrific treatment from wizards like herself. Hermione even managed to get Outstanding in all OWLs but one, a feat very few had ever accomplished. She had reached every step in achieving all her aspirations, yet there was one thing that remained unclear, and that was the feelings she had developed for Ron.

She figured there was always a spark there. She thought it had started in her second year when she saw Ron’s face light up after she returned from being petrified, or when she secretly wished to had been dancing with Ron at the Yule Ball, rather than with Viktor Krum, or even when the only memory that casted her Patronus was centered around him. After spending the entirety of the summer at the Burrow, she felt her concealed and hidden emotions to spiral out of control. There were times Hermione thought she felt her heart explode after sharing small moments with Ron. Those of which were put on a hold once Harry arrived. She began to read into exchanged glances and soft smiles like never before. Hermione’s logic was always telling her that she was being ridiculous, but her heart squealed in defiance when he merely called her name. She nearly felt like she had lost grip of the girl who once strategically planned each day, to a ridiculous school girl, who was fawning over her latest crush.

There she was, sitting in the prefects compartment next to Ron with a silly smile plastered on her face. She had a book propped up on her lap, flipped open to the first page, yet every time she finished reading a sentence her mind trailed off to only re-read it again.

“Blimey, ‘Mione. I haven’t seen you this happy since we got our OWLs back. What are you reading about?” Hermione slightly froze, before closing the book to the front cover, which read: Visions Beyond; Explaining the Mysteries of Divination. Ron shrugged, glancing up at Hermione who was blinking rapidly, as if finding something to say. “I thought you hated divination,” Hermione toyed with the thin, gold chain delicately drooped on her collarbones. “I do,” she hummed out, uncrossing her legs to now face him. “So why are you reading it? You’re not taking a N.E.W.T for it, are you?” She quickly shook her head, her bottom lip curling up, displeased at the thought of having to take another year in Divination, “I think I’d rather die.”

He let out a small laugh before returning to his thoughts. Hermione’s eyes met the window of the compartment, staring at the scenery that was quickly passing by and the only thought that crossed her mind was how she was going to get out of this situation.

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again, please let me know!

[tippilo]

This turned into less of a drabble and more of a oneshot. It is in the same universe as the Sectumsempra drabble last week (but it stands alone). I may clean this up, expand it a bit and post on AO3… not sure

This is inspired off of @dara-art 😘 she is hosting a DTIYS on her insta page based off this piece! Check out her post on insta for details! I’m no artist so this oneshot is the best one can expect from me 😅 (congrats on 20k, love! 🤍)

Written for dramione month! (hosted by @dhrmonth )

[augustaoctavia87]

CHAPTER TWO POSTED!

Last week on TCOTBBB, Draco woke up naked and confused in a room above the Leaky. He and his partner Auror Neville Longbottom followed a suspect to a seedy pub called the Thirsty Thestral, and Draco’s dream of a wicked night in the sack haunted him.

This week: The pining begins, Harry gets a promotion, kitten emergencies are not euphemistic, and shoddy threats are received.

[draigonboother]

“Draco supposed that Hermione was the only real choice he’d ever made. It was the only deviation he’d ever had the bravery to commit to, and the worst part was just easy she had made it for him.”

- Draco Malfoy, “The Bolt”

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Blurb 2.5

The Time Turner

Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved a blah blah blah.

The book snapped shut and was thrown across the room, landing beside the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. On it was a moving picture, a reel that repeated over and over and over.

Draco sneered at the paper, eyeing the boy who loved the girl who didn’t look like a girl anymore. The boy didn’t always love the girl. He was intimidated by the her. She was a full of knowledge and heart that was uncanny. The boy was lucky that she had fallen for him.

She had, somehow, been blind to how much he loathed the way she saw the world. The way she was able to pick it apart and piece it all back together. She could manipulate stories and she would show the world, and the people would ooh and aah and say, of course, what a wonderful story!

And all it took was a mere glimpse from her. And she would pierce through all of the bullshit and manage to create something new and beautiful.

So why, then, hadn’t she seen through the bullshit that was the man she had chosen to marry? Why had she said yes to the boy who hated her. The boy who coveted keeping her all to himself, determined to tamper the light that was so fucking brilliant, he should have been blinded!

Draco paced the length of the parlor room. He retraced the space that had once held the girl. Had held her crying bleeding body while this boy had done nothing. Which really doesn’t make him any better than the boy who had won her heart.

But still! Draco was fraught with unreleased tension. With regrets and indecision.

Draco Malfoy was in a bad place.

Which is what might had led him to seek out that Time Turner his father had stolen once upon a time and hidden in the back of his study. Behind a spelled book case that would only reveal itself to the lord of the manor.

Which, with his father now in prison, was him.

And so, it was with little regard and a lot of Fire Whiskey, that Draco tore from the cursed parlor and down the long hallway that would inevitably lead him into his father old study.

He remembered when his father had brought it home. Draco was six years old at the time, having no idea that his life would come down something as mundane as blood. Which every single person possesses. Blood was plenty! In the Muggle world, they had types of blood like O and A and B or C. He really didn’t know what or how they labeled a persons blood. All he knew is that they used it to save lives, not determine if it allowed a person to be hunted by a dark lord or not.

Little Draco, who knew nothing of blood status and wouldn’t until he was eight years old, watched as his father presented it to him. Like a bit of show and tell his class would sometimes do on Fridays. He held it in the palm of his hand, and pivoted it back and forth.

“Look at this, Draco.” His father said, his voice eerily quiet. “This is going to bring our family luck one day. One day, we might need to use it. But until then,” His father cleared his throat and turned to the book case behind his desk. Draco watched in awe as he reached out to place it into the book case. Only it didn’t appear on a shelf. It disappeared and Draco had been amazed. How wonderful and powerful his clever father was.

The nerve of the youth and their ignorance.

But now that he was Lord of Malfoy Manor, he could see it. The glamor of the book case wilted away and in it’s place sat a different kind of shelf. It held at least two dozen little intricate items. Urns and orbs. Jewelry that looked like it had oxidized and wooden crosses. Pearls that were silver and black. Candles that Draco wasn’t entirely sure about. Probably cursed to summon a demon when lit, he thought, just before his eyes fell on the Time Turner.

It sat just between an old wooden shoe — whatever the hell that was — and a painting of an old house by the sea. It was all rather odd but it wasn’t important.

He reached out for the Time Turner.

And hesitated.

What would he actually do, if he went back in time? Would he save Granger from being tortured? If he did, would she have been able to aide Potter in his victory against Voldemort?

If not, that would be...disastrous to say the least.

He paused and looked at the door to the study. Beyond it was the hall that led back to the parlor.

Where he had thrown the book.

It was a book somebody had written about Ronald Weasley after the victory of the battle. A book that was written using interviews from him, his friends, acquaintances. They hadn’t interviewed Draco, of course. Not hat he would have agreed.

But if he could, somehow, go back in time and stop her from going back with Weasley. Stop her from agreeing to be his fucking wife! he had to try.

And so, with only a hint of apprehension, Draco put the chain over his head and rushing through the calculations in his head, he quickly did the math that would cause him to turn the dial several times. Giving him, he assumed, the opportunity to best win her over. To make her his.

Draco finished turning the hourglass and watched as days and months passed.

He felt dizzy, watching it all morph with elapsed time.

When everything settled and he found himself in the same quiet house, Draco took off. Tucking the Time Turner into his shirt, he stepped through the Floo and stepped directly into a home he didn’t belong in.

A home that belonged to the only Pureblood family who wanted nothing to do with Draco Malfoy.