#hermione is draco's boss

[yourbiggestfan2020]

Hermione was like "damn that's crazy."

She was unhinged. Luckily, she was on our side. But can you imagine if she wasn't?

[rewritingcanon]

no one:

me: DRACO FLIRTED WITH HERMIONE IN FRONT OF HIS MOTHERLESS SON AND HER HUSBAND

[zugzwang-ship]

Malfoy's Advocate. (66514 words) by Bellemedusa

Chapters: 48/48 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Ron Weasley, Antonin Dolohov, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Cho Chang, Marcus Flint

Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Wizarding Mafia AU (Harry Potter), Prisoner In Azkaban, Mob Boss Draco Malfoy, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Everyone!, Draco Malfoy Smokes A Lot, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Torture, Revenge, TAGS ARE SPOILERS, So No More tags For Now, Art, inspired art, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Torture, Rape, Non-Consensual Touching, non-con, NSFW Art, THIS IS A HEA, I Swear On My Demon Muses, Discussion of Abortion, Abortion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Should have tagged that sooner

[crookshanksshipsdramione]

fluffy dramione story told through newspaper articles

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

this is part 8/ 10

BREAKING: Ministry of magic strongly denies rumors that Lord Voldemort had any offspring. May, 2019.

Minister felt the need to give press conference regarding rumors that Lord Voldemort, who died about 15 years ago, had a child.

“It is utter, utter nonsense,” the minister said to this newspaper, regarding rumors that started circulating last week after which no other than Bellatrix Lestrange was the mother of Voldemort’s daughter. “We are aware of a young woman claiming she is their daughter. She is being treated at St. Mungo’s as we speak”, Harry Potter, head of the Auror’s office explained. “We have protocols for these situations, and we are dealing with it accordingly. I ask everyone to think before they panic about such stories. There is just no truth to it.” This Newspaper can confirm that the young woman claiming to be Voldemort’s and Bellatrix’s child was born in 1997, when Beatrix was already in her fifties which is one of several facts that don’t add up in her story. “Voldemort was obsessed with his own immortality” a seemingly annoyed Potter told reporters at the press conference when they continued to push the issue “I am pretty sure producing an heir would contradict that.” Of course, not all children are planned – as a reporter pointed out, forcing a red-faced Potter to say “I can not believe I have to talk about this but I highly doubt that Voldemort indulged in human needs”. Understandably, Potter refused to discuss Voldemort’s sex life any further and this author has to agree with him that is highly unlikely that a Dark Wizard, with hatred for his own humanity, would enjoy having sex and accidently produce a child. It is even less likely, that he would want one.

In addition to the ministry’s strong denial, when asked about the rumors, a stunned Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix’s nephew, told a reporter “I am pretty sure I would have been aware if my aunt was pregnant, considering that she lived with us. Apart from that, if she had managed to have the Dark Lord’s child, believe me, she would have made sure every last person on this planet knew about it!”.

[setokaibapetty]

5 + 1 Fic Friday Roundup: Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown

Some fanfiction revolving around leadership and grappling with accepting or using that type of responsibility. This includes royalty that wears a literal crown as well as other figures like the head of a ninja village.

1. Lady of the Lake (FF) - Hermione moves to seize power after the administration she fought and bleed for as a teen proves a disappointment. This is a Malfoy/Granger pairing and Harry & company do not come off well in this.

2. Bolt From the Blue (FF / AO3) - An SI in Katekyo Hitman Reborn ends up as one of Xanxus’s guardians and helps him become navigate the Vongola (starting when they are both children).

3. Hokage By Necessity (FF) - Sakura feels she must take up the mantle as Hokage when Naruto is felled by a deadly disease. 

4. The Prince and the Queen (AO3) - Jon Snow refuses the crown and insists that his sister, Sansa, should be queen instead. 

5. Diary of a Dislocated Knife-ear (AO3) - An SI in Dragon Age who finds herself as an elf in Haven after the sky spilt open. She must grapple with her personal losses as well as the treatment of elves in her new world. Pairing is Solas/OC.

Bonus: Queen Regnant (AO3) - Frigga is not pleased with her son or her husband after the events of the Thor movie and moves to secure rule of Asgard

[mstigeress37-blog]

all because i liked a boy

SUM. You and Draco have been teasing each other for as long as you can remember when suddenly, you have had enough.

Draco. M x reader, fluff, angst, borderline bullying (could be seen as teasing but draco hits a certain nerve multiple times), reader is an academic warrior, reader has one panic attack, reader cries twice, Dub-con kissing, Ron x Reader (platonic), a fight happens, Reader gets hit on accident, family issues.

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Your story starts on your first day when you befriended Neville and Hermione on the train towards Hogwarts. Because you and Hermione had subconsciously chosen each other to be best friends, you were friends with Harry and Ron as default.

Out of your family, you were the first to join Hogwarts - every female L/N before you had gone to Beauxbatons but your parents decided to bring you here after your sister failed and therefore couldn't graduate.

Because of your older sister's choice to party instead of study, your parents had made it quite clear that you had to pass with flying colours, even if you were only eleven.

You were walking up the stairs with Hermione when a Professor in a tall hat stopped you all. She explained how the houses worked before leaving to make sure everything was ready.

"Psst." You hear someone whisper beside you. You look around curiously before your eyes settle on the Draco Malfoy.

Your family and the Malfoy family had been in kahoots for a while - his father was the boss of your very respected mother so, while it was rare, it also wasn't uncommon to see you at their family balls.

"Hello, L/N. How did you find the ride to Hogwarts?" He smiles, his gelled slick back hair shining, making you bite back your laughter.

"It was pleasant, I made a couple friends. How about you?"

"The same. I met up with Crabble and Goyle, you remember them, right, L/N?" He replies, gesturing to his friends behind him who are in their own conversation. You nod. He continues before you can speak.

"You know, it's a shame what happened to your sister."

You felt your heart crack slightly a the thought of your sister. You loved her more than anyone else in the world, but because she had damaged the L/N reputation, she was heavily reprimanded by almost everyone in your family. 'She's lucky she wasn't kicked out of the family.' You remember your parents telling you under candlelight as they kissed your forehead. 'Let this be a reminder to you, Y/N, to never fall behind in your studies.'

If the situation with your sister wasn't as bad as your family had made it to be, you would have smiled and moved on. But you felt insecurities flow through your eleven-year-old veins for the first time, so you lashed out as gracefully as you could.

"Yes, Malfoy, it's also a shame with what happened to your father. What happened again? He got fired for suspicious use of the dark arts?" You scoffed, turning your head away from him and crossing your arms. From the corner of your eye, you see that Hermione had been watching with concern the whole time.

You listen to Draco struggle to insult you back, stuttering and all, before letting out a court, 'My father will hear about this!'

Fast forward twenty minutes and the sorting hat is on your head. You hear it grumble and mumble to itself before yelling, 'SLYTHERIN!'

The table of the said house erupts in cheers and hollers, clapping as you sat down at your table. You make eye contact with Hermione from her table who gives you a thumbs-up. You respond by giving a wide-smile.

A couple days later and you quickly start to feel guilty. You have a lot of classes together so whenever you see him sat at his seat, you force yourself to turn away.

One day, you had spoken to both Hermione and Pansy (on separate occasions of course, even if you didn't quite understand the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor) and both had said to just apologise to him. The worst that could happen would be that he doesn't accept your apology but he grows up to forgive you, right?

Wrong.

"Malfoy, could we talk?"

It was break now and you were both coming out of your Transfiguration class. He stops to glance at you and you feel bad for the people that are stuck behind him and are forced to squeeze by. He nods silently so you walk away with him following you. You lead him to a quiet part of the corridors.

"I wanted to apologise for how I acted last week, it was rude and I had no reason to say that. I was insecure and you wouldn't believe what I had to go through when my sister-"

"What you went through?" He cuts you off.

"It wasn't you that failed." He takes a step forward. "It wasn't you that was bad-mouthed by the entire Ministry of Magic." Another step. "It wasn't you that was technically banished by all social events." He took one more step, and you felt your back hit the stone wall. Your breath is quivering by now.

"Your sister made the one mistake of being happy and now she has to pay the sad price. I truly feel bad for her, not you." He looks down at you for a while before he backs off, still glaring. "Not everything is about the youngest L/N daughter, Princess Y/N." He says before walking off, hands in his pockets.

The worst that could happen would be that he makes you insecure of what you talk about and will continue to torment you for five years.

Because he was right. Not everything was about you.

You stood there for a couple of beats before you ran off to find Pansy or Hermione, whoever you found first, but amidst the chaos that was running through your mind and the tears that wouldn't stop falling, you ran into Ron.

Probably the worst person you could have run into. It couldn't have been Blaise or Harry, so it had to be Ron.

And bless his heart, Ron really did try to soothe you. He couldn't understand your babbles as you choked through your sobs, but he could understand one thing.

Draco's name.

Before he even attended the school, he knew of the Malfoys, so it didn't surprise him that you were hurt because of him. But you were absolutely wrecked, it looked like you couldn't even breathe. Sitting on the floor probably wasn't helping.

He went to go find Hermione, but the minute he stood up, he felt you tug on his sleeve.

"Please..." You mutter to the best of your abilities. "Just stay with me."

And stay he did.

That day, you both saw a different side to each other. You no longer saw him as the corny comedic relief, and he no longer saw you as the posh pure-blood.

Ever since then, you often sat at the Gryffindor table. Prefects like Percy were suspicious at first - A slytherin sitting at the Gryffindor couldn't have been good news - but people grew to love you and you had more friends on the Gryffindor table than the Slytherin table.

Sometimes you would sit with Pansy on the Slytherin table, but you would have to sit away from her friendship circle since Draco was a part of that. You didn't force her to stop being friends with Draco since you sat at the Gryffindor table most of the time and no one else would talk to her. Most of your conversations take place in class or in your shared room.

The first time Draco made fun of you in front of everyone was in Potions class a couple months after you confronted him. You were sat alone since Pansy was sick.

You put a feather into your potion only for it to instantly blow up, puffing smoke into your face.

You were utterly embarrassed - not only did you mess up in Snape's class of all classes and you looked a mess, but this meant that you made a mistake.

Draco's words echoed in your head: 'She made one mistake and now has to pay the price.'

Snape silently took your flask and saved telling you off since he knew you're usually on top of things.

"Ha!" You heard behind you. "She's turning into her sister!"

You slowly turn around to see Draco laughing with Crabble and Goyle. Despite the entirety of the class not laughing with him, you felt as though the whole world was cackling and wouldn't stop cackling.

Before anything else was said, you ran out of the class.

It didn't stop there. He would constantly insult your smarts and your grades - even if you had gotten Leviosa on your first try and he didn't, he would comment on something like your posture, whether bad or good. He also made it seem like he was bullying Harry, Ron and Hermione for being friends with you, making you feel guilty about even being friends with them.

One time, the three could tell that you were trying to pull away from them so they invited you out to Hogsmeade more and more. Soon enough, you forgot about even trying to stop talking to them.

Throughout the next four years, you slowly learned to tune out Draco's bullying, and yes, you reported him and so did many others, but nothing was ever done because of his family's status. One time, however, a howler was sent to Draco and not only was it from his mother, it was also from his dad! He left you alone for awhile before he eventually forgot about the Howler and went back to you.

For a while , you didn't think of your sister. No, not like that, you sent her letters every week, but you just slowly stopped thinking about your parents forcing you to be smart all because of her, you just fell into the routine of studying and you quite liked it.

Once you got through the mental block of attending parties, you loved going out! You were friends with every house at Hogwarts, so you were seen at almost every party all while keeping your straight As.

You even learned to talk back to Draco. While you never insulted his father again, you would tease him by saying stuff like 'kiss my ass' and 'you can't mansplain Quidditch to me when you're not even on the team, unlike Harry.’

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You were in your fifth year now and currently struggling to get something from the top shelf when suddenly, you felt someone's chest come up behind your back and see a long arm stretch out to get the bottle you needed before backing up.

You turn around to see Draco's face. By now, he was much taller than you and had also somewhat left you alone. When you stopped responding to his comments, he slowly gave up.

His expression was unreadable but he just kept staring at you before giving you the bottle and walking away.

That was the first act of kindness (?) between you and Draco. Once, he struggled to get a potion correct for the last few lessons and once you saw he was about to put the wrong ingredient in, you stopped him and passed him the correct ingredient. When the potion lit up and showed to Draco that he had successfully made the potion, his smile grew wide before looking to you and nodding.

You were getting used to passing by Draco in the corridors without fear but instead with smiles towards each other.

Little did you know, Draco had not only felt extremely guilty for how he's acted towards you even though you tried to apologise on the first week. He just couldn't stop, because if he did, he wouldn't be able to talk to you and get your attention anymore. But when that happened anyways, he gave up on making fun of you.

Now, it was nighttime and you were in the astronomy, leaning against the gate that held you from falling to your death. Earlier today, you had less that 100 on your test. While it was still a good score and most people wouldn't be able to get a 94, you didn't want it to be the first of many. You thought maybe studying right now might not be the best since you won't even remember the information.

You hear someone clear their throat. "Hey, Ron." You said. Ron was the only one to know that, if someone couldn't find you, you'd be up here. Weirdly enough, you were each other's shoulder to cry on ever since that day with Draco.

"Ron?" The voice says behind you. In shock, you stand up straight and off the gate only for your eyes to land on Draco, so you went back to leaning.

"Hey, Malfoy."

"You know you're not supposed to be up hear, right? You should be in bed, now." Oh yeah. You forgot he was a prefect now.

"I know."

Oddly enough, you knew he wasn't going to do anything. You had no reason to think that, but your gut was telling you to stay. "I could pay you to keep quiet, if you want." you joke. You hear him scoff and suddenly, he's next to you, also leaning on the gate.

"Nah, I've got enough money." He says, causing you to laugh, which makes him laugh slightly too. "What're you doing up here? Are you expecting Weasley?" He asks, looking at you, but you keep looking out into the night sky.

"Nope, I just wanted some time to think." You say briefly. And you do think. You think, 'Why the hell am I telling him this?'

"Do you want me to leave?" He questions after a couple moments of silence, and the question shocks you. He didn't say, 'I'll leave,' or 'I can leave.' He said 'Do you want me to?'

You find yourself shaking your head before you can think, so he nods.

"Can I ask you something, Malfoy?" You ask all of a sudden, turning your head to face him and he's already staring at you.

"Of course."

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you were in the right headspace to ask him 'why were you so mean to me for so long?' or if Draco would just pull what he did in first year again. So you shake your head and start to walk away.

"No. Never mind. I'm going to bed."

Suddenly, he grabs your arm. You wince at the grip which he instantly amends by soften his grip but not letting go.

"No. Ask me."

"Malfoy, let me go-"

"Please."

You turn your head around to see him practically pleading with both his eyes and his words. Never had you heard him say 'Please' to even a professor.

You felt bad, so you turned your whole body around to face him, shifting your weight onto one hip and crossing your arms.

"Why did you tease me for so long?" You finally ask, clenching my teeth and hardening my gaze as he seemed to struggle to get words out.

"You do know that you teased me too?" He says, his eyes never breaking eye contact with you.

"Yeah, but I didn't insult you, Draco!" You burst out before backing down instantly. "Malfoy. Sorry." You corrected yourself.

He lets go of your arm before swiftly moving both his hands to cup your cheeks and kiss you. You panic slightly and push him away.

"What the fuck?!" You yell, wiping your lips in disgust. "You can't just make me and my Hogwarts experience absolutely dreadful and horrific and then kiss me like you're in love with me!"

"That's because I do!" He yells back, making you shut up. He runs a hand through his hair, turning away from you to think for a bit before turning back but not meeting your eyes. "I have been since you first came to the Malfoy balls."

You look at him as if he was crazy because right now, he is.

"Then why did you make my life hell?!"

"Because...!" He manages to exhale out before sighing. "Because I was an insecure only-child who has never had to say sorry and always gets his way. I'm sorry I never said sorry but you wouldn't even look my way if I didn't tease you a least a little, and I know, I know I went too far sometimes, but please..." He takes a couple steps back to get closer to you and tower over you. "Please forgive me."

There's a moment where you're slowly puckering your lips and he's leaning down. He puts a hand back on your cheek before the kiss finally lands.

The kiss, at first, is slow before it gets rougher and his other hand goes to the back of your head to safely push you against a wall. It reminds you of first year but you don't think about that memory for long since he's licking your bottom lip and you're opening up, closing your eyes.

You're both moaning into the kiss, your hand going up to throw his hat away to rake your hand through his hair, until Draco is suddenly pulled off of you and grunting in pain. You don't even comprehend what's happening in front of you when you open your eyes for a while until you see ginger hair mixed with platinum blonde hair on the floor.

Ron is beating up Draco.

"Ron!" You yelp, rushing to get him off. "Stop!"

"What the hell are you doing to her, Malfoy?!" Ron practically spits as you pull his punching arm away only for him to get it out of your grasp and punch him again.

You go to grab Ron's arm again but he brings his arm up quicker than you thought and elbows your face, hitting your cheekbone and causing you to yelp and fall onto the floor.

At the sound, Ron gasps and looks back to see you on the floor covering your cheekbone. He quickly gets up to check on you, crawling on the floor and carefully taking your hand off of your cheek. He can barely take a look at the already-forming bruise before he's shoved out of the way by Draco whose eyes were wide and whose hand was shaking just by looking at your pretty face ruined by a purple spot.

"Get off her, Malfoy-!"

"Merlin, Ron, just shut up!" You yell, scrabbling to get up and quickly leaving. Draco doesn't hesitate to grab his prefect hat that had fallen off during the kiss and go after you, but Ron's iron grip landed on his shoulder.

"Don't go after her." Ron threatens, getting out his wand from his pocket with his other hand. Draco has to admit, Ron is the most stupid person he knows (he was being proven right the second Ron put his hand on his shoulder) but Ron can be intimidating, like now.

Draco just pushes his hand off before running after you.

He sees you speed-walking down the dark and empty corridor so he jogs after you, stopping you and turning you to face him.

You've been crying since you left and he pulls you into a hug, letting you cry into his robe, his chin laying on top of your head. Eventually, you pull away and go on you tippy-toes to kiss his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess. This is the first time you properly saw him since Ron had beat him up - his cheek was much more purple than yours as well as his nose which was also starting to bleed from his nostrils, and his lip was cut - but he was still much more concerned with you than him.

"C'mon. Let's get you to bed." He nods in the direction of the dungeons.

"What is the meaning of this?" You hear the familiar voice of Umbridge, causing you both to flinch and turn around quickly. She's glaring at you until she's looking at Draco for an information. "I heard yelling up in the astronomy tower, Mr Malfoy. Tell me everything has been sorted?" She sighs.

"Yes, Professor Umbridge, a couple of Gryffindors. I got caught up in it but it's been sorted out, now." He lies. You both watch cautiously as she nods in understanding, her gaze going from the floor to you. "And her?"

"Sleep walking, ma'am." Draco 'explains' without a beat. You see her look at the bruise.

"Draco told me I had fallen down when he found me." You tell her. She nods.

"Make sure you both go straight to bed, the both of you!" She says before turning around and coming back from where she had come from. Once she had turned the corner, you and Draco laugh with each other and you turn around to make your way to the dungeons, walking in the opposite direction of Umbridge.

He casually slings an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple as you both made you way over.

[lupine-trees]

you can’t dance and stay uptight

[ boys feeling maybe mopey & then maybe less so. who’s to say? for the @drarrymicrofic song prompt: Dancing in the Moonlight 🎶 ]

drarry | word count: ~520 | rating: t | cw: drinking, dancing poorly

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“Your face is going to get stuck like that.”

At the familiar drawl, Harry’s gaze swings up from the table, from the mottled paper coaster he’s nearly shredded to pieces, the neat Abbott’s Alehouse logo mostly indiscernible.

“Piss off,” he answers, but it’s harmless enough, almost laughing. Draco’s giving him a look, calculating, drink in hand.

“I’m serious. Such a scowl on this one,” he calls to Hermione as she shuffles past them, two empty pint glasses in hand, picking her way through the beer garden and inside towards the bar.

She does laugh.

“I can’t with him tonight. You do something about it,” she says, swatting at Harry’s shoulder before promptly disappearing into the crowd.

“That’s cruel,” Harry calls after her. “I haven’t even done anything,” he protests to Draco, who is still (infuriatingly) looking at him like that.

Draco steps closer, leans against the mahogany high-top. “Maybe that’s the problem. Look at you. Mopey. Ridiculous.” He pokes at the corner of Harry’s downturned mouth, but he’s in sharp contrast. Grinning. Baiting.

“I’m not moping,” Harry says, mopily.

“I’m disregarding your opinion on principle. Besides, I’ve got orders,” Draco says, nodding in the direction Hermione left. “You heard the boss. Come on.” He knocks into him sideways with his hip, jostling Harry’s half-empty lager.

“Where?”

“Shush. Fewer questions, more following me blindly, please.”

Maybe it’s the please that does it, facetious as it may be. Maybe the beer is rather stronger than he’d realized (I mean really, Hannah— where the hell do you get this stuff?). Maybe it’s the fact that Harry is, perhaps, theoretically, feeling a bit glum, a tiny bit blue. Who’s to say?

Regardless:

“Yeah, yeah. Alright.”

It’s well dark, at 9 o’clock in mid-October, and the air is trying half-heartedly to hold a chill. They weave through the people piled on the patio, all soaking in the last few fading days of the outdoor season.

Draco doesn’t spare him a backwards glance. This side of the garden is distinctly more rambunctious (see: louder), conversations cast noisily in overlapping nets. A baseline thrums somewhere, reverberating up through the soles of Harry’s shoes, and when they come to a halt, Draco turning with a sudden pointed intensity, Harry realizes they’re on the dance floor.

“You can’t be serious,” he half-shouts over the music, but Draco just nods, giving a lazy twirl, drink raised.

“Indulge me, Potter,” he calls back, and Harry, Merlin help him, decides to.

He’s dancing, for lack of a better word, and it’s October and that’s Draco Malfoy and he is Harry Potter and the world is still turning.

He catches a glimpse of Ron and Hermione, Ron’s sleepy red head lolling against her shoulder as she shouts enthusiastically at Neville, Luna and Padma swaying in the periphery.

“Careful, now,” Draco says, closer, Harry’s beer sloshing stickily out of the glass, over his fingers.

“I’m careful,” Harry says, nonsensically, dancing, sipping foam off his fingers, and Draco’s smiling at him, softer than he ought, really.

And he wasn’t mopey (not exactly, alright), but damn it, if he doesn’t feel something.

Something light.

Something like better.

[dramionestills]

Dramione month days 17-21

The Hunger Games/Pride and Prejudice/Hogwarts a History/Twilight/Hermione’s Birthday/and Free

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in her ear

She removed her hands from her face and blinked. She couldn’t hold in her gasp of delight at the sight before her.

They had moved in together a few months ago and to say it had been chaotic was an understatement.

There were still boxes of unpacked stuff all over the cottage they had bought together, as work and other events had not allowed them the time and energy to fully settle in.

Hermione had worried, and still did to some extent, that moving to a smaller place than the Manor would be difficult for Draco. Not only was the space so different but also she worried about how much he was straying from traditions for her and whether that may put a strain on their relationship. But Draco could not be happier to leave the bad memories and restrictive expectations that the Manor represented behind and start a new chapter with the love of his life.

So, while Hermione had been too busy the past month with a new piece of werewolf legislation that demanded she put longer hours than usual, Draco had been coming to the cottage during the work day (with permission and even help from his boss, Head Auror Harry Potter) to set up one single room.

On the west side of the cottage, there was a room that had initially been too small to be anything but storage. Obtaining the extension charm permit had been an annoying process but well worth it, as was adding a bay window to the wall that now let the most beautiful sunsets play out. He had installed handmade cedar bookshelves on most of the available wall space, including below the window seat.

And he had organized all of their books alphabetically by author’s last name, which was their (Hermione’s, but he went with it) preferred method, combining their collections in a perfect mirror of how their lives were now intertwined. Hermione’s collection of rare Jane Austen books displayed beautifully with Pride and Prejudice (her favorite) front and center next to the first edition of Hogwarts a History that Draco had also procured from the Manor. He had brought in several that were too valuable and useful to leave behind. He had even gone to a muggle bookstore and bought some new titles for them to enjoy together once they had more time. They had recommended a few series, including The Hunger Games and Twilight, and he couldn’t wait to discuss them with his beloved while drinking the perfect cuppa.

He had chosen (with help from Ginny and Pansy) a warm color scheme and furniture that looked perfectly cozy and inviting, with luxurious velvet cushions on two large armchairs, some fluffy alpaca and cashmere throws and an ornate walnut coffee table already equipped with aromatic candles and coasters and tissues and a carafe.

It was the library of her dreams and Draco had made it a reality.

She turned to him after taking it all in, adoring the way the golden hour glow fell on not only the room but his alabaster skin and blond hair.

“Draco, this is…” she was starting to tear up, overwhelmed by emotion. “It’s perfect! When? How?”

“Happy birthday, my love” He replied, “I wanted to surprise you with something useful, especially now that the werewolf bill has passed and you will have so much more free time to enjoy your books”

He had walked closer to her and was now wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning his forehead to hers. “We can also do research here, and hopefully we can make good use of that window seat” he smirked slightly.

Hermione let out a watery chuckle. “I love it, so so much. No one has ever done anything this thoughtful for me before”

“You deserve it.”

“And I do think I’ll make good use of it for the next few months before my next project, because that will take up so much of my time.”

“You already got a new project deadline? I thought Kingsley was going to let you have a bit of a break after this one. When do you start?”

“Well,” she looked up mischievously at him. “There will be a preparatory period and then the real thing begins in, oh, approximately 7 months.”

“Huh, oddly specific amount of time but at least you do get quite a bit of time beforehand. And as I said, this library is yours to use as you please; you could use it to complete some of the work here if necessary.”

“I guess we could add a cot between the armchairs…”

“A cot? What? Wait. wait.” She could see him finally catching on and seeing the smile grow on his face as he realized it was the best birthday gift she could have gotten.

[annefolklore]

Theodore Nott Headcanons

His favorite color is deep blue

He mainly speaks italian and english but he can also speak french because his mother was French

It brings me to an headcanon that I thought about. I headcanon his mother to be French and after her death, he tried his best to not forget her language because it’s the last thing that connect him to her.

He says his favorite class is Transfiguration, but it’s secretly Muggle Studies because he used to buy muggle things with his mom to see what they were for.

When you’re looking for him, most of the time he’s by the lake on a bench or sat by a tree.

He’s a hatstall because the Sorting hat was hesitating between Slytherin and Ravenclaw

He actually tried being in the quidditch team as a chaser or beater in fourth year, but didn’t like being bossed around by the captain so he quitted

His first crush was Hermione Granger during his third year because he admired her knowledge and how she doesn’t let herself be walked on. His favorite memory about her was how she punched Malfoy in the face

Theodore always thought girls never looked at him, but oh boy he was mistaken…it’s like he’s blind and it took him to accidentally hear his 2 of his friends, Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson, joking about how many girls wanted him and how their “son” is growing up fast. He still lightly chuckle when he think about this memory.

Not a headcanon but he hangouts with Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, Mattheo and Enzo. But among them, he prefers being with Pansy and Daphne (he will never say it out loud 💀) because he kinda like how they baby him and tell him all about girls thing. Like I can imagine him randomly being invited to their sleepovers and they put makeup on him, skin care, they gossip ect. He mostly like their inside jokes and how everyone around them is confused. He feels good knowing they’re completely comfortable with him to the point where they change in front of each other because it’s not weird and Pansy says “It’s only weird, if you make it weird”. Outside of the girls, he likes being with Blaise

Talking about his favorite girls, him and the other boys made a pact of protecting the 2 at all cost. None of the girls know about the pact, they just think that as male friends, they act like such by scaring away boys that come near them.

Most people call him Theo, but Pansy and Daphne call him Teddy

HELP I COULD LITERALLY DO A WHOLE POST ABOUT HIM, PANSY AND DAPHNE 😭

But anyways

He’ve always hated his father, Faustus Nott, mostly because he was the one who killed his mom, right in front of him with his fists

He cried after getting the dark mark

He wears rings and got an helix piercing before the seventh year after a drunk evening with Draco, Blaise, Mattheo and Enzo

He’s always making fun of Draco because he cannot run fast to save his life 😭

He’s the one of those that don’t study that often but get good grades

His favorite weather is cloudy/rainy because it finds comfort in them. He loves it the most when it’s pouring outside and he’s in the comfort of his dorm/common room reading a book.

He’s a night owl and goes to sleep at like 3am

His friends and himself are just a big happy family

Theodore is so photogenic!! He doesn’t even know it, but Pansy and Daphne always sneak pictures of him without him knowing and he looks majestic in every single one of them

He swears a lot but not too much yk?

He smokes when he’s preoccupied by something and during Voldemort’s return, he would always have a pack of cigarettes with him

Blaise and him speak in sarcasm most of the time and it’s so funny to watch 😭

I like to think he has a lot of moles/beauty marks on him, especially on his chest

He’s an observer, discreet and pay attention to his surroundings

He’s a good 6 foot 2-3 with long legs and Mattheo always fake-jump with a hand on his heart when he sees him. He calls him slender-man

He has the dead eyes with dark circles under them like he hasn’t slept in a decade

During breakfast he only takes 2 French toast with a cup of either coffee or tea, depends on his mood

His type in girls would be the quiet ones, like him. He likes them shy, maybe a bit nerdy who doesn’t talk a lot. Brunettes, maybe blondes, he doesn’t mind which house she’s in but she must get along well with his friends.

He doesn’t spend much time at his manor anymore, because he wants to avoid his father much as possible. So instead, he basically lives at the Zabini’s, his room is right across Blaise’s. Mrs Zabini loves him as if he was her own and treat him as such. What Theo loves doing is helping her around the house just to hear her say “What a wonderful boy you are!…Take him as an example Blaise!” And how his friends rolls his eyes while doing his best middle finger to Theodore. “Blaise, leave him alone!”

He loves reading, his favorite genres are philosophy because it makes him think and say the same smart sentences to his friends afterwards (especially Mattheo and Draco) even tho they don’t understand a thing he’s saying. He likes the classics, horror and romance (yes I see you coming, he reads smut). When he eventually gets a girlfriend, he does to her the romantic things he have read and say loving things the characters said.

His patronus is an eagle/hawk. No I didn’t do any research, I just can picture him with those kind of bird on his arm yk?🧍🏾‍♀️

He genuinely thought he wasn’t gonna survive the war or be put in Azkaban if he even manages to live. During his seventh year, at night, when everyone was asleep in his dorm, he would write letters to his friends and even wrote his will. He gave his clothes and his things to Blaise. 95% of his money was left for Pansy and Daphne while the rest was for charities and do not be fooled by the 5% because the number still have a lot of zeros in it. He wanted Draco to have his wand, he wanted Mattheo to have his rings because he would catch him looking at them in envy and gave Enzo his owl and books. He wanted to have his portrait in each of his friends’ house so he can visit them whenever he wants.

In a modern Hogwarts, he would listen to Chase Atlantic

He plays the piano and a bit the guitar

He loves poems and write some when he has inspiration, Draco have read one of them when he saw Theo had asleep on it and was curious about what he was writing.

[lostdrarryfics]

lostdrarryfics monthly roundup! February 2024

Below you will find the requests we could not locate in the month of February. Please let us know if you recognize any!

You can also browse our lengthy lost fic masterlist, where we have compiled every request we have been unable to find over the past few years. We're always hoping someone will recognize a fic so we can let the asker know what it was!

1. looking for a fic that came out maybe between 2003-2009 on fanfiction.net. In it, Sirius and Remus are alive and dating, and they are Harry’s gay godfathers. They might give Harry a makeover. Harry and Draco fall in love, and I think that they’re still at school. Lucius and Voldemort are dating at Malfoy Manor and one of them has a thing for purses. Lucius swishes his hair a lot.

2. fic on ao3. It was a pre war drarry. Draco-centric where he befriended harry. I think it was time travel fix it, but im not very sure. Lucius and draco are arguing about Draco’s behavior and lucius smacks draco in the face. his ring cuts dracos cheek and he bleeds. Both him, narcissa, and draco are shocked over this since its not like lucius to hit draco. Narcissa yells at lucius and then tries to talk with draco in his room. Im pretty sure draco ran off to 12 grimmauld place after that and sirius and harry where there when he arrived. I think he arrives at hogwarts train with a bandage in his face. pretty sure draco was the one to get sirius out of Azkaban early

Found! 3. I read this fic a pretty long time ago, at least 5 years and I've been looking everywhere for it but can't find it. I think it was on ao3, eighth year, where Harry gets turned into a kid (around 7years maybe? Definitely under 10) and McGonagle makes Draco take care of him. Harry has big scars on his back from the Dursleys and they cause him to have seizures (? Or something like spasms maybe that are painful) fic is not The Dragon and The Golden Baby by jolly_love

Found! 4. looking for a fic I read in the past couple months on Ao3 where Harry has a menial job at Gringotts as a form of repayment. He knows his goblin co-workers pretty well but he’s not allowed to do any important work. He and Draco are tasked with opening a box that hold’s a witch’s will and the key turns out be a pendant his goblin boss is wearing and it’s revealed that he and the witch had a relationship. It was not part of a larger series and it was probably under 15k words. fic is not Reparations by Lomonaaeren

5. it’s years post war and Harry has been an auror abroad. I think maybe France? But he comes back for a case and is surprised to be working with Draco. Then he learns Draco is friends with all his friends, especially Luna and Neville. There’s a scene where Luna asks him to model for her cuz her model dropped out last min and Harry loses his mind over the photo the next day.

6. slowburn drarry fic! unfortunately all I remember is that Draco had been sorted into a house other than Slytherin, and Hermione often helped him with his anxiety being around crowds

7. Draco asked harry what would happen if the aurors come to take him to Azkaban for the use of his wand, and Harry answers that he would kill them all and them do it with Draco right there, I know that harry was morally grey but not dark harry

Found! 8. It’s an eventual Tom/Draco/Harry story. Good dark side. Harry ends up kidnapped/captive and they realise he is abused and start taking care of him. He is kept in a hotel in France I think. Dumbledore gets him back and uses a ritual to turn him into a puppet. Ginny and hermione support this. Ron eventually regrets and helps Draco let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. They reverse the ritual on Harry. Dark side wins.

Found! 9. I don’t know which year, but it’s one of the fanfictions where Harry is the Heir to like 8 different families, and Narcissa teaches him etiquette. The thing that is stuck in my head is that he uses a special knot for his tie, which represents all the families. I think he was actually introduced to the Wizengamot and voting on stuff, but I might mix that up with other similar fanfictions. fic is not Birth of the Serpent King by Keira Marcos

10. post-war fic I read on Ao3 probably in 2021 or 2022. All I remember is that Harry accidentally travels through time and wants to again (for Draco obvs) but Hermione says even his small trip caused big changes and now there's this thing called Brexit.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 12

This story that started out as a Drabble is bout to hit 20k words. So, yeah, things have turned serious. To those who enjoy this story and have left me beautiful comments, you are literally the reason I cant stop writing this. It feels like a group effort, you know?

“The last spell performed by Hermione’s wand was an Incarcerous.” Harry muttered as he spoke to Robarbs.

Draco and Hermione were sat in a interrogation room. They sat, together, on one side of the table while Ron, Harry and Robarbs all stood together on the other side. Robarbs and Harry were filling out a report while they questioned the two. Ron was staring at Malfoy, eyes accusatory.

“And Malfoys?” Robarbs asked, gruffly.

“A warming spell.” Harry glanced up at Hermione, awkwardly. Draco had used a warming spell as her body suffered the aftermaths of performing dark magic. The shock of taking a life.

Malfoy’s knee pressed up against hers under the table. Their hands were resting on the table, visible to the Aurors questioning them.

“Everything seems to check out. Cath’s story lines up with theirs.” Robarbs said of the witch who called in the break in and nodded to Harry who agreed.

“You don’t find it curious?” Ron asked, glancing over at his boss. “That the past two calls Malfoy has been sent out on, the assailant has ended up dead?”

“Well, not the one that got away.” Draco drawled, leaning back in his seat, hands flat against the metal table. His legs opened wider, his knee pressing hard into Hermione’s. They weren’t handcuffed to the table but it was protocol to keep the suspects hands visible when questioning them.

She blinked up at Ron. “Do you really think I would let Malfoy get away with murder, Ronald?”

Ron grimaced at her cool stare and looked back at Malfoy. “I think this is all too convenient. He saves your life, you save his. Both suspects dead?”

“You know, you’re right, Weasley.” Draco looked over at Hermione and smiled when she turned to look at him. “You saved my life, Granger.” He blinked and leaned into her. “Allow me to thank you.”

Hermione did nothing as his warm lips pressed into hers. Nothing whatsoever, as they nudged hers open and his tongue slipped inside. It only lasted a moment, seconds! before Ron’s body crashed into Draco’s.

Draco’s seat tipped over with the force of the hit, both men slamming to the floor.

“Ron!” Harry bellowed while Robarbs sighed out a “Weasley.”

But Ron was lost to the world, his knees were dug into Draco’s hips while his fist pulled back and hit Draco square in the mouth.

Hermione jumped to her feet, heart pounding furiously in her chest.

But then Draco was laughing and shoving his hands into Ron’s face, his fingers pushing against his eyes and his nose.

Hermione blinked.

Suddenly, she was seeing everything from Draco’s point of view.

The fuming sputtering red face of Ron. She could taste the blood in Draco’s mouth as he held Weasley’s face away from his own, laughing up at him, taunting him. Because Draco was taller, his limbs longer. He held him back, digging a thumb into his eye. Weasley wasn’t a threat to him. He was only doing exactly what he wanted, making a fool of himself, destroying his reputation as an Auror.

And then Robarbs and Harry were lifting Ron off of Draco as Hermione blinked back into her body. Ron was kicking and cursing Draco. “Don’t you ever touch her again, you evil bastard!” Ron was bellowing as he was dragged away from him.

Draco stood up and grinned at him. There was blood climbing up and down the cracks between his perfectly straight teeth as he looked at Ron. He straightened the jacket of his suit and lifted his chin. “For someone who cant get get it up, I would think you’d understand her need for being touched.”

“You fucking asshole!” Ron was yellowing as he was dragged from the interrogation room. “She isn’t yours to touch. Hermione, don’t you fucking dare —” But then his vice was cut off with the sealing of the large, metal door meant to keep criminals inside.

Hermione glared at Draco as he turned to look at her.

His brow lifted as she took in his bloody mouth, lips swollen and red.

“You meant to provoke him.” She hissed.

Draco nodded.

Hermione slapped him. She knew then that something was wrong with her, with him. The both of them had something deeply wrong with them.

Draco’s head snapped to the side, his hair flying over his forehead with the force of it. He pushed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, near the corner of his lip that was dripping blood before he turned to look at her.

His eyes were dark but she knew that he wasn’t angry with her.

Maybe it was because he knew what she was going to do, next.

Hermione grabbed the front of his jacket and pulled him into her. She pushed herself to the tip of her toes and Draco’s hands went to her shoulders, his long fingers wrapping over them and then she kissed him.

Draco groaned into her mouth and then his hands were in her hair, pressing her mouth harder against his as it slanted over hers. And her hands were suddenly at his face, cupping them over his jaw.

She tasted copper and salt and the lingering hint of peppermint. She smelled him, inhaled him into her as she nudged his mouth open wider, deepening the kiss. The kiss became indecent, their tongues tasting one another’s as their bodies fought to get closer.

He wanted to fuck her on this table, she felt it, the thought. Felt the idea flutter behind his closed eyelids as he pressed her ass against the edge of it. He wanted Ron to watch through the two way mirror as he bent her over it, fucking her from behind and forcing her to cry out his name.

She’d never called out anyone’s name during sex. Nobody had pushed her to that irrational edge of ecstasy. But she knew Draco would. He had come close when he went down on her on Friday. And now she was entertaining the idea of getting fucked on the table in an interrogation room.

But then he was ripping his mouth away from hers and panting into her face as he held her an arms length away from her, hands back on her shoulders.

“Not yet.” He said, breathlessly.

Just before the door opened and Harry walked in, shaking his head, angry with Ron. Angry with Malfoy.

But when he looked at Hermione and found her lips smeared with Draco’s blood, he closed his eyes and exhaled. Long and slow. “Hermione,” He took a breath. “What the fuck?”

[thegreatpapaya666]

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hi. i'm on tumblr now. thought i'd share some stuff about me here.

i'm lesbian angled aroace, but more specifically i'm cupioromantic and sex-neutral asexual. using microlabels scares me tho, so i just say im aroace. im in a qpr with my beautiful gf who also uses tumblr! i use she/her pronouns. i have clinically diagnosed anxiety. i have clinically diagnosed depression. i have clinically diagnosed adjustment disorder. i might have autism (we'll know by december fifth :D). I'm an enfj. I'm a 4w3.

i like hazbin hotel. i like helluva boss. i like undertale. i like harry potter. i like theater. i like poetry. i like music. i like indie rock. i like show tunes. i like fanfiction. i like pink.

i'm pretty neutral on the whole proship stuff. i personally don't consume that kind of content, but i'm not gonna diss somebody who does.

i am a shipper of alastor x vox, valentino x vox, and sometimes lucifer x alastor in the hazbin fandom. as for undertale au's, i ship ink x error, blue x outer, dream x killer, dust x horror, sci x fell, dance x lust, reaper x geno, nightmare x fresh (or aroace nightmare and fresh, i like that too), classic x grillby, and stretch x edge. and in the hp universe, I ship harry x draco, dean x seamus, neville x luna, hermione x ron, and prolly a bunch of other people im forgetting.

i'm falling out of my undertale hyperfixation, but the hazbin hotel one is still going strong. especially the vox obsession my friends know and *don't* love. at least i can still accurately recite the backstories of every popular au sans like that's some sort of achievement and not a symptom of a mental disorder.

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[treaturself]

Kingsley popped his head into her office the day before the next weekly meeting. “What are your thoughts on Draco Malfoy?”

Hermione paused at the sudden question, her quill hovering over the parchment she’d been writing on. 

She had plenty of thoughts about Draco Malfoy. Thoughts about his fingers, the way his pale skin flushed with the slightest provocation, the way his shoulders filled out the crisp Muggle button-ups he’d taken to wearing nowadays…

But she doubted her boss wanted to hear any of that.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Kingsley settled into the leather chair sitting across from her desk.

“What are your thoughts on Draco Malfoy as the next Head of Magical Games and Sports? Fawley’s overdue for retirement—he hasn’t put in a full day of work since he got his first whiff of Pixie Pox four weeks ago. And quite frankly, I suspect the splinching incident was a ruse as well, to avoid coming into work.”

Continue reading on Ao3.

[heyjude19-writing]

have you seen cursed child? what are your thoughts?

I have only seen a bootleg recording of the show 😅

i'll start with what i liked: scorpius is a beautiful character, draco has a lovely arc and finally gets to bond with the trio and enjoy the offerings of godric's hollow (he loves farmers markets), ginny also gets some development, and the dramione crumb we get with "I'm being bossed around my hermione granger and I'm mildly enjoying it" line

the rest of it is really not good. harry is a terrible father for some reason, hermione is an incompetent minister (i understand in children's media where the children have to save the day it requires idiocy on the part of adults but HERMIONE GRANGER), the ronmione dynamic is insulting to both ron and hermione's characters, the time turner plot is awful (lmao, death eater cedric, okay), i cannot with delphi (the canon timeline does not support her existence, but sure), the awkwardly forced scorpius-rose dynamic when scorbus is so very blatant, astoria has not a single line of dialogue and the way she's so casually killed off page is ridiculous, the teddy lupin erasure, the fact that harry (!) and the wizarding world at large actually believe for a single second that scorpius is voldemort's kid when he's the spitting image of draco is profoundly stupid...

basically: thanks i hated it 🤣

[mastermindmiko]

Potions Partners (The final part)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader

word count: 2821

Warnings: the ending, mentions of death, FLUFF, an emotional author's note at the end

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck feel free to check out my masterlist where you can also find all the parts to this series.

Requests are open

The chatter is too loud to her ears, and she can hear some shouts along with some whispers. She can hear a loud voice as she blinks her eyes open, feeling the bright light penetrate her eyes, causing her to frown. She hears her brother’s voice say, pointedly, “I told you to give her a bit.” 

“She was dead, and you’re unreliable.” Draco, she recognises

“Unreliable? says the death eater.” 

“I’ve never gotten revenge for all those cuts you gave me, you better watch your back-” 

“Stop bickering!” Hermione

“Is there any food here?” Ron asks, and she hears a slap, she assumes it’s Hermione scolding him. She opens her eyes and around her in a circle is Ron, Harry, Hermione and Draco. She sees them all smiling and she frowns, “What are all of you so happy about?” 

“You’re alive.” Draco says, happily. She feels him squeeze her hands, comfortingly. She sees Harry glare at him and he folds his hands over his chest. Harry says, in a know-it-all tone that he’s surely picked up from Hermione, “I told you she would.” 

“What happened?” She says, sitting up, feeling her head swirl around her. Hermione was the only one being helpful, lifting her head up and supporting it with a pillow from behind her back. She sends her friend a grateful smile. Harry said, “You died then came back, just like I knew you would.” 

Harry sends Draco a pointed look at the end of his sentence. Draco rolled his eyes and instead focused on observing her, marvelling at her with loving eyes. She frowns, confused, “How?” 

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later when you’re not just back from the dead, but long story short, I died and came back and since we’re connected, you kind of just had an extra life lying around and you used it up, so no funny business.” Harry explains, and she nods her head in understanding. 

“Is he gone?” she asks, talking about Voldemort and grins break out on all their faces. Hermione nods her head, and a smile breaks out on Y/N’s face. She resists the urge of letting the tears of joy come out. Draco smiles and gives her a peck, not being able to resist her cute smile. Harry exclaims, “Woah, woah, woah. Stop with the public displays of affection-” 

“I swear to Merlin, Potter, I will kill you right now, and you won’t be coming back.” Draco threatens, standing up, gripping his wand. Y/N’s eyes widen and she grasps Draco’s hand, taking his wand out of his hand, and grounding him next to her. She sighs, “Why are you two bickering this much?” 

“Your brother was being an insensitive idiot.” 

“Your boyfriend was being a whiny git.” 

They both say at the same time then throw glares at each other glares. She ignores them both and turns to her sane friend and asks her, “Hermione, would you care to explain?” 

“When you died, Draco got all sad which is valid, but Harry was still bossing him around telling him to fight or do something rather than cry over your corpse. Harry kept telling Draco that you would come back, but he didn’t believe him so he turned his nose into a pig’s nose.” Hermione explains, helpfully. Y/N sees Harry rubbing his nose sadly while Draco looks smug. 

She looks around and doesn’t notice their surroundings. Her face comforts into confusion as she notices the weird appearance of the room. The walls are a neutral colour, but the dresser, closet and door were black. On the side of the room there was a bookshelf and on the other side there was a collection of records. She recognised them as her favourite records. She asks, “Where are we?” 

Harry, Ron and Hermione look at Draco who is a blushing mess. Draco looks to the floor and Hermione places each of her hands on one of the boy’s shoulders. She says, “Let’s leave them to it, boys.” 

Ron and Harry leave the room behind Hermione, but not before Harry turns and gives Draco a glare. Draco doesn’t pay him any mind and he grinds his teeth over each other anxiously. The door closes and she looks at him expectantly. He stutters, “Uh, r-remember a while after we broke up, after divination when I told you that I needed to talk to you.”  

She goes through her memories and nods her head. His blush turns a darker shade of red. She holds his hand in hope that it would bring him comfort, but instead it makes him more shy. He gives her a nervous smile as he continues, “Professor Trelawney told me that she made a prophecy and that we would end up together.” 

Her eyes widened at the declaration and he continued, “Well, after you didn’t talk to me, I kind of had a lot of time to myself. I had hope that we would get back together, and uh you know- spend the rest of your lives together, so I splurged a bit.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I bought us a house, this house.” Draco said, quickly, some part of him hoping that she wouldn’t hear the words properly. Her eyes widen and he rubs his hands over his face. He groans, “I know, I know, I’m moving too fast, but in my defence, everyone in my family got engaged at seventeen- not that this is a proposal because when I do propose, it’ll be much more romantic-” 

He cuts himself off when she reaches a hand to hold his face. She gives him a smile, and it’s loving and humorous. She lets out a chuckle and says, “Draco…it’s okay. Calm down.” 

He exhales loudly and he nods his head. She kisses him, and she can feel him smile against her lips. It doesn’t last for long, but when they pull apart, she brings her bottom lip between her teeth, and she says, “I don’t mean to ruin the moment or anything, but I don’t think I’m ready to get engaged any time soon. Can you wait?”  

“Darling, I was made for you. I’d wait as long as you’d like me to.” he says, and her heart flutters at his words. She waits a few moments then she says, “I might not be ready for that, but how do you feel about adopting a kid?” 

“Uhh” 

***

“Teddy, I swear to merlin, I will take away your broom, if you don’t come down here this second!” She shouts at him and he comes down the stairs with two big suitcases in each of his hands. He drags them down the stairs, causing loud thuds every time. 

She huffs at the loud noise and folds her arms in front of her chest. Teddy finally sets his suitcases on the ground but looks to find out that he’s being looked at disapprovingly. She taps her foot on the ground and says, “What do you need two suitcases for?” 

“To carry all my things because you’re giving me away.” he says with a fake pout that he uses on Draco all the time to get what he wants. She rolls her eyes and places the suitcases on the ground. The opens both of them up and finds that they’re both filled with only toys and books, no clothes except for one pair of underpants. She looks at him with a glare and he gives her a nervous smile. She huffs as she takes out the numerous toys, “We’re not giving you away, you’re going to live with Harry for a month then you’ll be back here with us.”  

“I don’t get why you’re leaving for a month.” Teddy grumbles as he helps take out the toys from the suitcase only leaving the toys that he absolutely needed, same for the books. The front door opens and Draco says, “Because I’m taking Y/N on a vacation.” 

“Why?” Teddy asks, as he goes to Draco. Draco just came back from work, sending in a notice that he won’t be able to work at the hospital for a month. Draco ruffles Teddy’s blue hair, and he lifts him up in his arms. He answers, “Because we got married.” 

“Why?” 

“Because we love each other, and she finally decided to day yes-” 

She looks up at him, standing up. Pointing her wand at the no longer needed objects sending them up back to Teddy’s room. She interrupts her husband and rolls her eyes, “you didn’t wait that long.” 

“I’ve waited for seven years!” he says, exasperated. “Everyone got married before us! But it’s fine, we did it now, no use crying over spilt milk.” Teddy giggles at Draco’s emotional rollercoaster of a monologue then he squirms a bit, making Draco set him back down. 

“Okay, Teddy, go upstairs and get some actual clothes. And only one suitcase.” She orders him and Teddy groans, angrily, stomping his foot then storming up the stairs. Draco wraps his arms around her from behind holding her hand over her stomach. He plays with their wedding bands and his green ring that’s still on her finger, except now it’s moved a finger. Draco whispers, “You’re too harsh on him.” 

“I am not.” she replies, sternly and she turns around to give his shoulder a light slap. He looks at her endearingly and he says, shrugging his shoulders, “I like the kid.” 

“I like him too, but the only reason you like him is because he’s like you!” she says, and presses her pointer to his shoulder. He raises his hands up, in surrender, but his lips form a smirk, knowing that she’s completely correct. She seethes, “You spoil him!” 

“I like the kid.” he repeats again, knowing that it’s going to get him nowhere. She rolls her eyes, and says, “It took Andromeda a lot of convincing to show her that Teddy would be in good hands, and you went and ruined him with your gifts. What type of seven year old has a broom and a mini quidditch pitch in their backyard!” 

“The type that I helped raise, my love.” he says, and he pulls her closer to him by her waist. He presses a kiss to her forehead and her frustration melts away. He whispers, “You should start packing, my wife. Did you tell the ministry that you’ll be taking time off?” 

“I just told Hermione to inform my boss.” she says, playing with his tie. He hums satisfied, and he presses a loving peck to her lips. He plays with a strand of her hair, saying, “I hear France is lovely-” 

“You would know, you’ve been there before-”

“Hush, my darling.” he interrupts her, pressing a finger to her lips. She reaches out to bite it away from her lips, but by now all of her reactions have become predictable and he moves his fingers away quickly, setting his hand on her cheek. He continues, undeterred, “We’ll spend a whole month together, alone, uninterrupted-” 

“I like the sound of that.” she says, and he grins, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. They were interrupted by a scream. Teddy was standing with his clothes on the floor, he presumably dropped them, with his hands over his eyes. He shouts, “Couldn’t you have waited a few more minutes till Harry was here to take me?!” 

“Now, now, Teddy, stop overreacting. It’s fine.” Draco says, taking a step away from Y/N in order for Teddy to feel more comfortable. Teddy raises a finger away from his eyes and looks at them, sceptically. He then takes his hands away from his eyes. He picks up his clothes from the ground and places them in the yellow bag he has. 

Teddy had nearly two of everything. One yellow, and one red, each to represent a colour of his parents’ house. Draco always internally wanted him to be a Slytherin like him, that he would rub off on Teddy enough for that to happen. Y/N always knew he would be a Hufflepuff. They had a bet. If Teddy was a Slytherin, Y/N would do anything Draco liked for a whole day, but if Y/N won, Draco would have to take her on a trip. 

The clothes Teddy brought weren’t nearly enough for a month, he loves to play which meant that he goes through clothes pretty fast. She looks at Teddy and asks, “Is that all the clothes you’ve got?” 

“No, I’ve got more. I’ll bring them down.” he says, shaking his head. He takes a few steps away, heading towards the stairs then he turns around to point at them both, threatening, “You two better be at least five feet apart when I get back.” 

He runs up the stairs and Y/N tells him to be careful. Teddy wasn’t down when Harry opens the door to the house and barges in, rudely like a true brother. He has sunglasses on. Teddy loved that Harry was an Auror, he thought he was so cool. Harry always made an effort to make him believe that more. 

“Potter.” Draco greets, and Harry takes off his glasses, folding them over his shirt, making them hang there. He quirked an eyebrow at him and replies, “Malfoy.” 

“Female Potter-” Harry greets his sister, and Draco tuts as he makes his way towards his wife. He looks at Harry with a smug grin as he wraps his arms around her waist. Harry glared at him before Draco said, “Wrong. It’s Malfoy, now.”  

“Y/N Malfoy. Has a lovely ring to it, doesn’t it?” Draco teases Harry, watching as Harry’s eye twitches as his hands stay beside him, fisted. The teasing made her laugh at her brother’s expression, but made her cheeks turn a deep shade of red. They hear Teddy stomping down the stairs, he grumbles, “Hey! What happened to being five feet apart?” 

They turn to look at him, making him notice the new person that has appeared behind him. Teddy’s face turns into a grin, and he once again drops his clothes on the floor, causing Y/N to sigh and runs to Harry. Harry lifts Teddy up over his shoulders, holding him by his ankles and for a second mid-lift she was sure Teddy would fall. She took a few steps forward and seethed at Harry, “Be careful.” 

“You worry too much, Y/N.” Harry laughs as Teddy starts playing with his hair. Teddy takes Harry’s glasses from his shirt and puts it on his head. They were way too big for him, and it makes him look adorable. Teddy folds his arms over his chest, and repeats in a deeper voice, trying to be more like Harry, “You worry too much, Y/N.” 

“Is his bag ready?” Harry asks her before she could scold him, and she looks back to find Draco fixing his bag for him. He hands the yellow suitcase to Harry. Harry hoists it up easily with one hand and he turns around with Teddy still on his shoulders. Y/N said, “Bye Teddy!” 

He lifts his hands up to wave at her, and Harry takes a few more steps before Teddy starts shouting and squirming on top of his shoulders, “Wait! Wait! Put me down.” 

Harry sets Teddy on the ground and he runs back inside the house. He hugs Y/N first and she wraps her arms around him, tightly. She presses a kiss to his head, and she doesn’t let him go. Teddy struggles for a second before stopping and saying, “It’s Draco’s turn now.” 

“Draco can wait.” She says, firmly as she starts patting Teddy’s little head, watching as the blue colour starts to turn to pink, he’s shy. Teddy slips from her grasp by falling to the floor, escaping her tight grip. He gives Draco a hug and Draco ruffles his hair. Teddy waves goodbye another time then he walks out the house. 

Teddy gets into the magic car that Mrs Weasley gave Harry as a wedding gift and Y/N watches as they fly away. She sighs, sadly, and Draco goes to wrap his arms around her in a hug from behind. He sways with her from side to side, hoping that it would calm her down. She rests her arms on his own, and he holds his hand. 

“You know, you wouldn’t have to worry about him if there was someone else with him, so they could look after each other…” Draco trailed off as his hand moved down to her stomach. She grabbed his hand and pressed a loving kiss on it with a smile. Draco’s face brightened, expectantly before her smile dropped and she patted his hand twice, “I’m not getting pregnant Draco.” 

She walks away and he frowns. She climbs up the stairs, planning to start getting her packing done. He could hear her footsteps get distant when he shouts, “It’s fine! I can wait another seven years.” 

an: my god. I wrote this a while ago and now I'm editing it also a while before I post it, but, my god, I just love this thing so much, especially this chapter. There were so many times when I thought that this part could be better, but's just the perfectionist in me. I loved writing it from the first chapter to the last chapter, and I hope you loved reading it too. Y/N and Draco broke up and got back together a lot, trust me, I'm aware, but I hope you enjoyed them in both their ups and downs. If you read all the way till the end, I just want to say thank you. I can't believe that this story is over, every time I restart reading it for editing reasons, I get so attached and I feel my heart break every time I reach the end. Once again, I hope you liked reading it as much as I did writing it, and thank you for reaching the end of this journey with me, it's a small journey, but that doesn't mean it meant any less to me.

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