#hermione one shot

[apparentlytheproblem]

s w e a t e r w e a t h e r

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- Draco Malfoy

a/n: so this one is based on a situation I've been in which had me bawling, crying and literally dying. I also saw something similar on Pinterest and I thought why not? requests are always open, love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

You found yourself in the edge of the black lake sprawled on a fuzzy blanket with all sorts of delights, giggling and laughing with a blonde Slytherin over something absolutley preposterous, the idea or to be more specific, the rumors between you and a Malfoy.

The evening was crisp already, the last of sunset just a fading pale stripe in the sky. Evening shadows deepened into blue and purple. the wind was icy and withering, it sent chills down your back.

"c'mon, its almost time for bed luv"

love. love? did he just call me love? am I okay?

"yeah, let's head back" you assented.

a cold wind swept past the both of you, Draco's eyes bumped together in a scowl and his nystagmic eyes hadn't missed anything. All he was waiting for was an ask and maybe a pretty please too.

"would it be alright if i borrow your sweater?"

their eyes my god, as if I'd say no, fuckin damn

"it would be more than alright sweetheart"

fuck. sweetheart? is he tryna kill me? what does he want? oh god

His fingers gripped the ends of the sweater covering his abdomen and quickly pulled his sweater of green and silver and handed it to her.

it was loose to say the least, but you loved it almost as much as he loved seeing you in it. it smelt of mahogany apples which he loved so much.

Draco towered over, trying to roll the sleeves for you, and grabbed your palm and began to walk as if he wasn't absolutley panicking inside.

"it smells like you"

[webbluvrsugar]

WORSHIP ME.

TOM RIDDLE - KINKTOBER 24 — OCT.25TH — M.LIST.

cw: cheating, bondage, dumbification

“Listen to me.”

His voice rings in a room in a calculated, tone, you stop in your tracks of leaving his dorm, somewhere you shouldn’t be, especially because you have a boyfriend just down the hall on the last Slytherin dorm.

“Why should I listen to you Tom, I told you, this is over, I can’t keep doing this.” You argue back, brows slightly furrowing as you then to look at him and cross your arms.

He grabs your wrist, tugs you closer to him before he takes a step near you.

“You’ll be a fool if you walk out that door thinking you can find someone else better than me.” He mutters, leans even closer, his presence towers over your body.

That’s the thing with Tom, he always find you stupid, idiotic, as if you’re inferior to him, and he always bases his opinions on things you can’t control — like being in hufflepuff, being naive, quiet, he’s insufferable.

“I know your weaknesses, I know how to touch you.” He lets go of your wrist, the same hand moves to cup your chin, roughness in his fingers even if his thumb caresses your cheek. “So when I tell you to get on the bed, you do so immediately,” he points out. “And I don’t care if you have a stupid boyfriend or not, you’ll do it because.. deep down, you want to.”

His words are true. You wish they weren’t but they are, you always find yourself looking for what he’s providing even if you have man of your own, he just can’t give you what you want.

So maybe that’s why you get on the bed.

Maybe that’s why you let him bind your hands back with his own tie without complaining, maybe that’s why you let him mock you so much.

“Don’t be afraid, speak up.” He tugs on the tie harsher, his thrusts are fluid, they go from slow to fast, making you want to release stupid loud moans in the back of your throat.

“Oh, I get it, you’re worried he could listen.” He chuckles, his hand grips down on your waist, marking the flesh. “I don’t know what you see in him.” He scoffs.

“You could let him go, you could have me, worship me.” He laughs, bluntly laughs in your ears as he leans down to whisper.

“But I bet you like it when it’s forbidden, you’re thrilled by it.”

[cloudybarnes]

ex best friend

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Summary: when you were younger, Draco was your best friend. some years had passed, and the two of you had found yourselves estranged. one day, after a lost quidditch game for the Slytherin team, you find yourself drawn to Draco once again, hopeful to see where things had gone wrong for you two

Word Count: 1.8k+

Masterlist

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“Go Harry! Go Ron!” You shouted. Hermione cheered, clapping as loudly as she could. 

The first Quidditch match of the season. Ron was doing amazing as goalkeeper, and Harry was whizzing through the stadium on the hunt for the golden snitch. 

They were playing against your house, Slytherin. Even though you were a slytherin, that didn’t mean you necessarily had to root for them. You were best friends with the Golden Trio. Even though you were Slytherin, you always stood up for them against the rest of your house which led to them becoming your best friends. 

“Look!” Hermione shouted, “Harry’s almost got it!” 

Harry and Draco were going head to head for the snitch, but Harry was just that much closer to catching it. All of the sudden, Harry fist wrapped around the snitch. The Gryffindor section exploded with cheers and applause. You and Hermione jumped out of your seats. 

“Let’s go!” Someone around you shouted. 

Hermione wildly clapped her hands as the Gryffindor team surrounded Harry in cheers and laughter. “Come on,” she urged, pulling you down the bleachers, “let’s go catch up with them.”

You chuckled, and followed her down the bleachers and out of the stadium where you would wait for Ron and Harry. 

As you walked out, you couldn’t help but notice Draco coming out as well. He seemed to be the first from the Slytherin team to leave the stadium. Almost as if sensing you stare, he looked up and made direct eye contact with you. 

You and Draco had been best friends your first two years at Hogwarts. When you were younger, everything seemed to be easier. Draco had been quite mean to Hermione, Ron, and Harry, and as a result, you grew apart from him. 

Still, you couldn’t help but care for Draco. You remembered how sweet he had always been to you, how close you guys were, and how many nights you two would sneak out to the halls to cause mischief together. Quite honestly, you miss him. While you love being friends with the Gryffindors, Draco had been your best friend, and it sucked not being close to him any longer. 

“Hermione,” you said, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit. Are we still gonna study for the potions exam, later?”

Hermione glanced over your shoulder, then looked back at you with a bit of a worrisome face. “Yeah, we can meet in the library around 7. Are you, uh, gonna have a chat with Draco?”

Hermione was the only one who knew you missed your friendship with Draco. While she never really understood it, what with him being so rude to her, she never made you feel bad about missing him. 

You hadn’t really talked to Draco all that much in the past year, just some small things here and there, but not like you used to. 

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna try.” You gave her a small smile and turned back toward where you had last seen Draco. He was walking away from the stadium towards an old cherry blossom tree the two of you used to conspire under. 

Your heart swelled a little. You really did miss him, and seeing him in a place so familiar to you and to your friendship brought a wave of sadness over you. You took off in stride to catch up with him. 

Draco sat under the tree, watching you as you approached. 

A little awkwardly, you sat down next to him and leaned against the large trunk of the tree. You cleared your throat, “I saw the game. You put up a good fight.”

He shook his head, his hair falling slightly into his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you were just so devastated when Potter caught the snitch instead of me.” The sarcasm reeked from his lips, but he didn’t seem angry. He sounded quite the opposite. You weren’t sure if he was sad or just felt defeated. It was a strange look from him; one you hadn’t had the privy of seeing from him. 

“Just because I root for Gryffindor on occasion, doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing you lose. I’m still Slytherin, I still have house pride.” 

Draco scoffs at that. “You haven’t had house pride in a long time, (Y/N).”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Ouch, Draco. Going straight for my throat, huh?”

He just shook his head and looked away, staring off into the distance. The breeze picked up, shaking the leaves of the tree, causing a few to fall at your feet. 

“Dray,” you said softly. Draco’s eyes dart to your face. His mouth hung open ever so slightly at the nickname you used to call him. “What’s going on with you? You’ve never been one to sit around and sulk.”

He shrugged. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

“I don’t believe that. The Draco I know wouldn’t have come out here in disappointment. He would have stormed to the common room and figured out exactly where he went wrong to ensure he beat those pesky Gryffindors the next time.”

Draco chuckled. “Weird hearing you call the Gryffindors ‘pesky’. You’ve always been so kind to everyone, no matter their house.”

You shrugged with a soft smile. “You must be rubbing off on me, then.”

He shook his head. “Not sure that that’s such a good thing, (Y/N/N).” 

Your heart melted at the use of your old nickname. Draco was the only one to ever call you that, and when you stopped talking, your nickname died with your friendship. You couldn’t help but think about what used to be with Draco. 

“What happened to us, Dray? How did we grow so far from each other?”

Draco rubbed his hands down his face, like he was nervous. “You’re not like any other Slytherin I know, (Y/N). Sure, you’re cunning, you can be clever at times, and as I recall, you’re quite the prankster.” He smirked. “The rest of us, though, can be quite mean and outright nasty at times. You’re not like that at all. I guess when you started to become friends with Potter and started to stick up for them, I kind of realized how different we were.”

“So my being friends with them caused us to stop being friends?” You couldn’t believe it. You knew that by sticking up for them, it caused a drift between you and Draco, but you didn’t want to think you had been ostracized because of it. 

“It’s not just that.” Draco sighed. He looked into your eyes, and you could see something swirling within them. It looked a lot like regret and sorrow. He seemed to struggle to get his next words out. “I felt like… like I wasn’t good enough for you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m better than Potter and his group of ragdoll friends in a lot of ways. I think just not in the way that you needed.”

You didn’t know what to think. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Draco, you’re gonna have to explain it to me better.”

He growled in frustration. “Just forget it, (Y/N). This was stupid. I don’t even know why I came over here.”

He went to stand up, but you grabbed onto his hand and held him in place. Draco’s head whipped to gape at you. 

“Don’t do that, Draco. We were friends long enough for me to know what’s going on. Don’t shut me out, because I really just can’t do this again.” Your voice quivered slightly. “You might not realize this, but it broke my heart when we stopped being friends, Dray. You weren’t just my friend, you were my best friend. I never imagined we would end up the way we are now, barely speaking to each other, very curt, very much like acquaintances.”

“I’m not like them, (Y/N)!” Draco shouted. He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m not good like them. I don’t see things the way they do, they way you do. I was only going to bring you down, and I couldn’t let that happen. Godric knows I can be awful, but never in my life did I want to see my awfulness rub off onto you. You’re sweet, (Y/N), you’re kind, and you deserved someone kind, someone loyal, someone-”

“I just wanted you, Draco!” 

The words on Draco’s lips silenced as you let out your confession. He stared at you, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

You huffed. “I just wanted you. If you had explained all of this to me when it went down, I would have told you that you didn’t need to be good. You didn’t need to be anything other than yourself, because I liked you. If I had to choose between you and them, I would have chosen you a thousand times over, Draco. You were always my first choice.”

“You liked me?”

Your cheeks blushed. You tried to shrug your shoulders as if to brush it off. “Yeah. You were my best friend. You were the only person that really understood me. You cared about me. How was I not supposed to like you?”

“And what about now?” Draco asked. “How do you feel about me now?”

Draco placed his hand on top of yours. He leaned in slightly like he was trying to make sure he heard every word you said. 

Your heart pounded in your chest. How did you feel about him? 

“I miss you. I know that.” You confessed. “I know I still think about you. I know I long for the nights where we snuck out of our rooms to see each other. I miss seeing you everyday. Sometimes I feel like-”

His lips were soft. 

Draco’s mouth moved slowly against yours, like he was afraid if he pressed too hard it would break the intimacy of what was happening. You kissed him back gently, slowly guiding your hand up to the blonde of his hair. 

Draco softly ran his fingers up your arm to your back where he held onto you. 

Kissing Draco felt like the easiest thing in the world. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

When Draco pulled away, you could see the biggest grin adorning his face. His cheeks were slightly pink, and his eyes shined like no tomorrow. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, (Y/N/N). You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, or how much I wished something like this would happen between us.”

You giggled, your own cheeks turning shades of pink. “You know, if you hadn’t lost that Quidditch match, we probably wouldn’t have been here right now.”

Draco chuckled, and pulled you close to wrap you in his arms. Softly, he whispered, “I’d lose every Quidditch match if it meant we could always be like this.”

“You don’t have to lose any matches, Draco. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

[sodamnradd]

Soul Stealer | AO3

one shot. 12k words. soulmates & war.

Trapped together in the Malfoy Manor greenhouse, Hermione is dying and Draco will do anything to rescue her.

There’s a small pond a kilometre from Headquarters and they meet there whenever Draco makes a stop to speak to Moody or another member of The Order. They’re sprawled on the grass on top of his cloak, hands tangled together, kissing for what feels like hours. Draco rains kisses along her jaw, slowly descending her neck. Lingering at the hollow of her throat.  “Do you let Weasley do this?” he asks abruptly, looking up at her with smouldering eyes. His jaw pulses when she doesn’t immediately reply. “No,” she says, hearing the uncertainty in her voice. His fingers clench around her knuckles. “But I know he likes me.”

[vanessamooney]

The Painting. Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader

Prompt: You sneak into the Slytherin dorms to see Draco

Pairing: Hufflepuff reader x Draco

This one is a bit angsty, bit fluffy and raunchy? Not sure how to describe, just read it! :)

Your heels clicked on the jagged stones, tiny short clinks echoing through the hallways. You carried the bottom of your robe with your nimble fingers, clutching the fabric so tight your knuckles ached. Heart racing with fear, you made your way through the castle. If you had been caught out past curfew, sneaking around in the middle of the night, well, you wouldn't even want to know what would happen to you. 

The dungeon was a cold unforgiving palace of superiority, it's windows the eyes to the inside of the black lake. Unfathomable things floated around its ruthless current. Legend had it the mermaids would try to lure the Slytherin boys into the lake, they'd tap on their windows during late hours, clawing at the thick glass. Just a rumour, of course.

You made you way down the staircase, holding tightly onto the rail. At this point you could taste the blood of your lips from biting so hard the whole way to the Slytherin dorms. The smell of moss and tobacco lingered in the air, the dry air cracking your already parched lips. You'd been here before; each time it was a thrill, each time it was daunting. 

The painting which hung guarding the Slytherin common room was small, smaller than all the others. It depicted a middle aged woman smoking a long pipe, her wrinkly fingers curling around it. Her demeanour was intimidating, her stare maddening. She wore her curly hair long, unruly on her narrow head. It wasn't strange she was wearing a corseted emerald dress, but it was strange that a python the colour of mud was slithering around her elongated neck, never stopping. Her smoke engulfed you and in retaliation you let out a muffled cough. 

"Pure blood." You spoke, your voice a faint shrill in the corridor. In turn you expected her to let you in the dorms but the door remained locked, your eyes widening.

The woman took a long puff of her tobacco pipe, blowing the smoke in your face, watching you with an unflinching gaze. The force of her presence made it difficult for you to maintain eye contact, your own orbs flickering around the corridor.

"I said, pure bl-" She cut you off.

"I know what you said, silly girl," She began between puffs of smoke. "Why would I let you in?" A scoff escaped, smoke naturally pouring out of the gaps between her teeth.

"Because I-I know the password!" You twiddled with your fingers, picking at your nails and the skin surrounding them. You'd have to sneak all the way back to your Hufflepuff dorm and risk getting caught all over, if only she would just let you in. You knew the password, Draco had told you just this morning. That was the rule: password guaranteed entry.

"So? I let you in to do what? Disturb the other students with your pitiful romance?" Her gaze drilled holes into you, burning you with judgement. 

Panic flooded you, embarrassed at your attempt. You've never tried sneaking into the Slytherin dorms in the middle of the night, Draco had always been by your side escorting you in and never past curfew. It was just your Hufflepuff luck to be barred from entering. 

"I just came to-" Hearing footsteps, you looked down at your feet horrified, they weren't yours despite your stressed pacing. Your eyes grew to double their size, sweat forming on your back. "Please, please, please, I'll do anything, let me in!" You were ashamed to resort to pleading, but you didn't want to be the Hufflepuff who lost this year's House Cup. 

The woman inside the painting on the wall looked at you now not with anger, but pity, annoyance. The painting flew open, revealing the inside of the emerald common room. You whispered a rushed 'thank you', and stepped inside. 

The air immediately cleared, puffs of relief escaping from your lips despite you muffling your mouth with your scarf. You looked around in the darkness, seeing faint outlines of furniture among other things. The fireplace roared, but there was no one else here, not a single sound besides the crackle of the hot fire. 

"Draco?" You whisper yelled, scanning the room frantically. 

"I see you've finally made it," You could hear the smirk in his voice, the excitement he disciplined himself from, the parts of him that seeped through the walls he built around himself. You couldn't get enough, it was addictive, he was addictive. 

You hummed, flipping around to see him walking out of the shadows, his arms crossed across his lean chest accompanied by his famous smirk you loved. He walked towards you, his tall frame towering over you as he slithered his arms around your slender waist. He inhaled your sweet scent, digging his nose into your long silky hair. "I thought you might've gotten caught," he mumbled, cupping your cheeks as he took in your face through his eyelashes. 

"The stupid painting wouldn't let me in," Sighing, you relaxed onto his figure, melting into him. It was a relief - a huge relief - that you were here now. You often thought whether all this sneaking around was worth it, whether stolen kisses and snogging in broom closets was what you wanted. Whether risking expulsion or getting caught was in your future. You were occupied when you were with him, but when you weren't, these fears occupied you.

His hands wandered as he hummed in response, dancing over your thighs and your collarbones, getting lost up your skirt. When he was with you, he couldn't help but touch you, feel you. In empty hallways and locked classrooms he touched you as he pleased, but in and between classes he had to get creative. He'd accidentally bump into you, swiping his veiny hand on your thigh while scowling at you. He'd throw rude notes at you during class, feigning frustration when he had no choice but to sit next to you. The truth was, you distracted him. You distracted him from his parents, from what was coming, from Potter, from school. From who he truly was and who he was meant to be.

You pulled him down to the sofa, ending up laying on top of him. You wiggled around, turning to face him, straddling his hips. Your eyes clashed together, like sea meeting sand. He began to twirl his long fingers into your hair, your scent travelling around the room. "What are you thinking?" You began, scanning his face for a reply. 

He hummed again in response. He had a habit of that, humming rather than answering your questions, looking past you rather than at you. "This," He began, bringing a finger under your chin. He crashed his lips onto yours, meddling into you. You kissed him back ever so passionately, carefully. Your kiss was full of love. Draco's kiss was full of neediness. 

This wasn't the first time you had questioned his true motive. 

[allofthelights11]

Strained Elastic - one-shot, rated E

Art used with permission by incendiosketches

Strained Elastic

When Hermione gets stuffed into an equipment closet in the Quidditch locker room after the team's big victory, she can't get the sound bite she needs for her article. She gets a lot more.

One-shot, rated E, AO3 account required

[7s3ven]

SANTA, TELL ME. draco malfoy

( master list )

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( draco x hufflepuff! reader )

“Santa, tell me if he really cares. ‘Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year.”

—

Draco couldn’t remember when he had started to dislike Christmas. Maybe it was during his second year when he had to stay at Hogwarts for the winter and ever since then, he was required to do the same every year.

Draco mindlessly stared at the wrapped gifts his parents had sent him early. The cold Slytherin room was empty, everybody but Draco at home with their families.

The blond teenager was curled up on the soft couch, listening to the fire crackle and watching as the logs burned. Having had enough of wallowing in self pity, Draco slipped into a thick blazer and walked out of the common room.

He wandered around the halls, the sound of loud and joyful laughter catching his attention. He peeked out of the window, his nose slightly wrinkling when he saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were with two other girls that weren’t that annoying know-it-all, Hermione Granger.

Draco recognized one of them as Y/N L/N, a Hufflepuff who was unusually good at potions. The other girl was a dark-haired Ravenclaw with a stern beauty that contrasted Y/N’s soft features.

The group of four were playing in the snow, throwing it at each other and laughing when their noses turned red from the cold.

Y/N wore her yellow scarf which sorely clashed with her tight blue and white striped blouse, greyish-brown skirt, and puffy white jacket. She seemed to have fleece lined tights on because she wasn’t shivering.

Draco tore his eyes away from the happy friends and frowned. Even with his companions, they were never that carefree. But how Draco wished they could be. It must be great not having to worry about your every move and who you were friends with, who you liked, and who you were going to marry.

In a way, he envied Y/N. She was a pureblood brought up by muggle parents with no harsh expectations or demands.

On paper, she was a sacred pure but in every Slytherin’s eyes, she would always be an outcast. She was at every prestigious party in her bright and stunning yellow dresses, effortlessly sticking out like a sore thumb.

Draco released a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair. He didn’t know what to do with Blaise and all his other friends gone. He had heard Nott was going on a trip to Paris. Wonderful.

Pansy was going to Italy.

Crabbe and Goyle were planning to visit a famous restaurant in London.

Millicent Bulstrode was going to New York.

And Matteo… the poor son of Lord Voldemort was stuck in the same orphanage his father had landed in decades ago. In the same room too.

Draco walked with no destination in mind until he ended up at the front gates of Hogwarts. He looked up, staring as the snowflakes dropped. Slowly, he stepped forward into the thick snow. He sank down into it and the cold offered a strange sense of comfort.

He had not been planning to go outside so he was wrongly dressed. Draco shivered slightly as the snow landed on his pale face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands felt frozen. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Draco hadn’t even noticed Y/N approaching him, her scarf in her hand. “If you plan to stay outside,” She uttered, trying to hand him the yellow clothing, “At least wear this.”

Draco looked her up and down, wondering why she was even talking to him. All he did was bully her friends, at least the ones in Gryffindor. Draco and his posse seemed to leave everybody else alone.

“You helped me last month. So I’m returning the favor.” Y/N brightly smiled and Draco felt his face heat up, much to his dismay.

Draco thought for a moment before he realized what Y/N was talking about. It was true, he had helped her but only because that boy who was trying to flirt with Y/N was making a fool of Slytherin and he didn’t approve of making girls uncomfortable.

“Ah.” Draco murmured, staring down at the scarf. He slowly reached out to grab it. “He deserved it.”

“Matteo punched him.” Y/N piped up, reminding Draco of what had happened. Yes, Matteo had punched the idiotic boy while Draco stood on the sidelines, merely watching. “His nose started bleeding. I’m all for defending people but was that necessary?”

“He’s done it before. Matteo only wanted to teach him a lesson. Sexual harassment is no joke. That boy has tried peeking up girl’s skirts so my statement still stands. He deserved it.” Draco uttered it more firmly this time.

“Where is Matteo anyway?” Y/N looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette boy. “I thought he would’ve stayed behind.”

“I’m not sure why he went back to the orphanage.” Draco wasn’t the best at small talk, especially not with friendly people. But Y/N didn’t seem to notice as she rambled on.

She was relatively good friends with Matteo. She was one of the few who could get away with talking to him and not receiving a glare in return.

“He told me he was staying behind but maybe he didn’t want to be alone again, since he assumed you were leaving too. He kind of envies you and your family trips. He’s envious because you actually have a family.” Y/N paused, slowly covering her mouth. “Ah… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… sorry.”

She lifted her head, locking gazes with Draco. “You’ll… keep this between us, right?” She sheepishly smiled, “I swear I don’t usually spill people’s secrets…”

Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t be able to do much with that information anyway.” The blond hair turned around to walk away, but he realized he was still holding Y/N’s scarf. “I changed my mind. I’m going back inside. I assume you’ll be staying out here for a while so take this back. We don’t want you to freeze.”

Draco wrapped Y/N’s scarf around her neck, nodding. There was a slither of a smile on his lips before he spun around and strutted off.

“Why were you talking with Malfoy?” Harry approached Y/N as soon as Draco left.

She hummed in surprise and slightly jumped. “What? Oh. He’s not so bad. He’s actually… somewhat nice.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his emerald green eyes. “Malfoy? Nice? As if. Anyway, we’re going to walk around the pine woods. Wanna join?”

Y/N shook her head and beamed. “No. I’m good. I’m a little tired so I’ll see you inside.” Harry smiled back at her before jogging over to Ron and Anna, the Ravenclaw girl.

Y/N pushed past the large wooden doors, walking back into the warmth of the Hogwarts castle. The fire in the Great Hall crackled as Y/N entered, intent on warming her hands. But she found Draco standing in front of the Christmas tree, staring at it in wonder and awe and sadness.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Y/N snuck up behind Draco, startling him.

“Jeez! Merlin’s sake, L/N, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Draco stormed out of the Great Hall while Y/N poured and huffed.

“Hmph. What’s his problem? He was fine before.” She shook her head in annoyance as she warmed her freezing body by the fireplace. “Slytherins really are bipolar…”

Though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for Draco. She knew he was the only one in the common room because Matteo had told her everybody always went home. Pansy confirmed it.

Y/N and Pansy weren’t close but they had worked on a group project together and for along relatively well. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Pansy tried her best to hate the kind Hufflepuff but she never could.

Y/N could hear footsteps approaching the hall and assuming it was Harry, Y/N didn’t turn around. She should’ve because as soon as she caught sight of blond hair in a reflection, she knew it was Draco.

“Come to yell at me some more?” She asked, a joking tone to her question.

“You helped decorate the Great Hall, right?” Draco inquired, getting straight to the point.

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“I need you to decorate the Slytherin common room.” Draco held up a pouch of money, “I’m willing to pay.”

Y/N glanced at him as he jingled the coins. She shrugged. “Nah. I’ll do it for free. Let’s go!” She linked arms with Draco and dragged him to the supply closet where the extra decorations were being been kept.

“Why do I need to help you?” Draco grumbled as Y/N shoved the boxes into his arms. She huffed.

“What? You think I could carry all this by myself? Hey,” She poked Draco’s shoulder, “There’s things even I can’t do alone. Besides, you’re strong. Use it for something helpful.”

Y/N turned away, which relieved Draco because he refused to let her see his flushed cheeks.

“Wow, it really isn’t decorated at all. That’s surprising, especially on Christmas Eve. The Hufflepuff common room is almost too shiny with all the tinsel.” Y/N looked around the Slytherin Chamber in disappointment. At least they had their Christmas tree up, though it was a very sad and bland one. She frowned. “How do you guys live like this?”

“I helped you carry the boxes. I trust you’ll be able to do the rest.” Draco dropped the boxes full of decorations and hurried off.

“Huh? Wait! You don’t expect me to do it alone! I need to socialise! I’ll die if I don’t talk to people!”

Draco slammed his dorm door shut, making Y/N sigh. “He’s only nice when Matteo is around.” She mumbled, “Does he have a crush on him or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. He keeps turning down girls, even Pansy. And she’s gorgeous.”

Y/N sorted through all the tinsel, sighing. “I suppose if I were a boy, I’d go for Pansy. Or Hermione. Maybe Luna?” She picked all the green tinsel strings, making sure to leave every single red-colored one in the box.

“Daphne Greengrass or whatever her name is would be a good choice too.” Y/N uttered as she wrapped the green tinsel around the stair rail. “Hm, who else? Ah! Cho Chang! Cedric sure is lucky to be dating her. I’m almost jealous!”

Y/N sighed as she hung ornaments on the lonely Christmas tree. “Ginny would also be on the list I guess. She’s a total badass. Why won’t Harry notice her? If I were him, I’d fall in love instantly.”

She checked fireplace, and made sure to add some more wood to the flames to keep them ignited. “Pansy, Hermione, Luna, Daphne, Cho, and Ginny. A strong lineup. What about the boys? Matteo is handsome but I only see him as a friend. Lorenzo I would get with. Cedric? Maybe. Oliver? Yes. Dating Harry or Ron would be a little weird so maybe not. Besides, I ship Hermione and Ron.”

This went on for quite some time. Y/N had made amazing progress while talking to herself. The chamber was almost unrecognisable. Draco, who was cooped up in his room, clenched his jaw. He was covering his ears, trying to ignore Y/N’s annoying rambling.

But she kept talking. Over and over again. About useless topics too. Finally, Draco had enough. He pulled open his door and was about to yell something until he heard Y/N mention his name.

“Draco? Hm… I don’t know. Am I supposed to call him Malfoy? I feel like we’re on relatively good terms. Would I date him? A solid maybe. He’s so handsome but he’s a little bipolar. If only he was a little nicer. I wouldn’t mind kissing him.”

Draco slowly lifted his head, hanging onto every word Y/N spoke. If he was a little nicer… she’d kiss him?

“I’m going out. The room looks great. Thanks, Y/N.” Draco hurriedly grabbed her hand, pressing an innocent kiss to her knuckles before he hurried off.

“Did he… just say thank you?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard his say that.” She looked at her hand, still able to feel the ghost of Draco’s lips against her skin.

Draco had never been a nice person from the start but he figured the way to Y/N’s heart was to get on neutral terms with Potter.

Speaking of the devil, Draco could see Harry, Ron, and Anna walking into the castle.

“Morning, Potter.” Draco uttered as he passed the trio, trying his best not to scowl. “And Weasley and, I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name but I like your black hair.”

Once Draco was out of earshot, Ron and Harry shared a disturbed look. “Was he… poisoned or something?” Ron asked, “I prefer when Malfoy’s mean! It’s scary when he’s nice.”

“Hey, guys!” Y/N jogged towards her friends, wildly waving at them. “Have you guys seen Draco?”

“Yeah. He went that way. But he was acting super weird. What did you say to him to make him greet us and tell Anna he likes her hair.” Ron scoffed, “Or did you slip a potion into his drink?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N exclaimed. She paused. “Oh… well, I did say I would kiss him if he was a little nicer. But I was talking to myself.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Harry uttered. “Malfoy probably fancies you.”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“If you think about it, it makes sense.” Anna retorted. “I mean, he’s always trying to talk to you. He doesn’t bully you and he seems to stay away from bullying your friends as well. I mean, Harry and Ron and ‘Mione excluded.”

Y/N sighed. “That doesn’t prove anything. Do you know where he went? I need to ask him about the decorations. I’m decorating the Slytherin chamber.”

“He walked outside. Probably to Hogsmeade to go on a shopping spree for himself.” Ron quietly scoffed.

“Tell me if you see him, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/N walked back to the chamber, staring at the work she had done. The Slytherin common room looked much more comforting and welcoming now. She smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips.

“Looks good, Y/N.” She happily high-fived herself. Y/N sat down on the couch, slightly slouching. She waved her wand around while mumbling a small charm, smiling as snowflakes floated around.

Hours eventually passed and Draco still hadn’t returned. Y/N had finished decorating and she had refurbished the fire as well. She was so bored she eventually found a way into Draco’s dorm and cleaned it too.

“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there. Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.” Y/N quietly sang, humming the beat to the muggle song. She had went to fetch Hermione’s gift, a small radio that played all kinds of songs. Y/N was enjoying it very much.

She grinned as she happily swung her legs. She stood up to check on the fire, slightly dancing.

The chorus played again, and this time Y/N sang louder.

At that time, Draco walked in. He froze, watching as Y/N surprisingly hit all the high notes in the Ariana Grande song.

Draco slowly smiled, strutting towards Y/N. He tapped her shoulder, “You’re a good singer.” He complimented her.

“Oh… thanks. What took you so long? I finished ages ago.”

“And you didn’t leave?”

“I, uh… didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Y/N sheepishly smiled. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed at the bag in Draco’s arms. “A gift for your friend?”

“I guess you could say that… but she’s not really my friend. More like someone I owe.” Draco held out the bag, shoving it into Y/N’s hands. “For you. Merry… early Christmas.”

Draco looked away, trying to his his reddening ears.

Y/N tilted her head to the side before she opened the bag, gasping softly. “What the… Draco… this must’ve cost a fortune.” Inside was a freshly pressed Burberry blazer.

“I overheard that you were going to Paris in Winter next year and it snows there occasionally, so I bought you something to keep you warm.”

“Oh… it’s lovely, Draco.” Y/N smiled, feeling the fabric. “I love it. Thank you… so much.” She couldn’t contain her laugh of happiness.

“That’s not all.” Draco reached in, pulling out a jewelry box. “Vivienne Westwood.” He uttered, showing her the beautiful silver necklace.

Y/N gasped again. “You didn’t have to do this… you spent way too much money, Draco.”

“I wanted to do this. Consider it my thanks for decoration. It looks great. Turn around so I can put this on you.”

Y/N slowly spun around, feeling Draco’s cold hands against her neck. He gently pushed her hair aside, lingering for a moment too long. He put the necklace around her neck, carefully clasping it.

“Thank you.” Y/N grasped the pendant, smiling. “I love it. And I love the blazer too.”

Draco was still standing behind her, not wanting to move as he inhaled the smell of her sweet perfume.

“Y/N.” He whispered, “Can I…” Draco hesitated, “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Y/N turned around in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Draco, misunderstanding it as rejection, frowned.

“Sorry. I just blurted it out. I didn’t mean it.”

The clock in the common room loudly chimed as it reached twelve o’clock, a reminder of what day it was now. Christmas.

Y/N reached out, grabbing Draco and pulled him forward. She quickly kissed him and shyly pulled away, her cheeks flushed bright red just like Draco’s ears.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.”

[everythinginbetween13]

found again

summary <3 : Y/N is a powerful witch but in her 5th year, Voldemort is after her. to protect her brother and friends, she fakes her death. The death of Y/N Y/L/N hung over the golden trio and her brother, Leo, like a storm cloud. Like all girls her age, she had her crushes but little did she know, hers liked her back. Y/N now returns for the battle of Hogwarts to finish what she started.

Y/N Y/L/N never expected to be back at Hogwarts. Sure, she always wanted to come back but she had no clue the battle would come this fast. She dipped her head to avoid any eyes and pulled her hoodie a little farther down her face.

She didn’t have a plan. Hermione probably had one but where would she find them? She and the two boys were one of the most wanted people right now. Especially Harry. Harry. Harry had been her first friend at Hogwarts, through thick and thin, they were there together, till forever ended. 

BAM!!

Y/N had knocked into someone, she ended up on the floor. Her hoodie falling from her face just like she did a moment ago.

“Shit.” She swore. She heard the person apologizing profusely till she stood up. 

“Y/N?” Neville asked, looking at her like she had four eyes. “Is it really you? I thought you were dead.” He trailed off, staring at the girl in front of him.

 Y/N mentally face-palmed herself, she might as well have four eyes now. It would be better than ‘rising’ from the dead. She cleared her throat and then spoke, “Yeah it’s me. Uh- I’m here to fight.” Y/N mentally face-palmed herself, she might as well have four eyes now. It would be better than rising’ from the dead.

Neville seemed to take this news with ease, even excited with this fact. He motioned for her to follow him and so she did. 

“The D.A is going to be so thrilled to see you-” Neville babbled. Y/N was partly listening as the two teens walked down the never ending corridors, she was more concerned about the fact of what her Brother would do when he saw him. And the rest, especially Harry. Merlin, Y/N thought, what if he had a girlfriend? She couldn’t get that attached.

Neville stopped in front of the wall which Y/N recognized as the wall they used to practice Defense Against The Dark Arts. She stifled a laugh at the memory, the three friends begging Harry and Y/N to teach them.

The door opened and Y/N followed Neville inside. She scanned the room, it was different from when she had seen it last. In her 5th year it had been filled with books about the dark arts, cushions and looked lively. Now, it was like all the sunshine had drained out of it, maybe that's what war does to people, drain them till they drop dead.

"Neville?" A voice asked, and from behind him, Y/N identified the voice as Luna. "Who'd you bring?" She asked, the rest nodding in the agreement. Did they not know who she was? Did they forget her already? No. She told the voices to shut up, she was behind Neville, they probably just saw a shadow of a person.

With a grin on his face, Neville stepped aside, revealing the girl. Gasps trailed through the room along with whispers.

A figure came racing towards her and embraced her.

"Hermione!" The girl's voice was hoarse from the force of the hug, nonetheless she hugged the girl back and then spoke again. "Don't kill me 'Mione, gotta leave something to the death eaters." She joked playfully.

The Granger girl slapped her hand and they detached from their embrace. Y/N looked around the room, seeing the same people, their faces filled with joy as they looked right back at her. Then, she saw the people she longed to see. Her brother Leo, who sent a smile towards her and she responded with a wink of her eye. Then Harry and Ron, she saw Harry grinning widely as well as the ginger-haired boy next to him. Reluctantly, she pulled her focus from them and to the battle ahead.

Let the games begin.

Y/N jogged through the hallways she knew like the back of her hands, it was here. The Battle. Well, not yet, Voldemort was yet to play the first move. As she kept walking, she felt an arm grab on hers and pull her to the side.

"I will fucking hex you." Her voice growled before seeing the face of the person who pulled her aside. She met the 'stranger's' eyes till she let out a sigh of relief. It was Harry.

"Don't hex me." He laughed, pulling the girl into a hug. Y/N let out a chuckle and wrapped her hands around him as well. They stayed like that for a couple minutes until they pulled away.

Shooting the boy a swift smile, she turned to go back and fight but his voice stopped her once again.

"Y/N, I just want to say something to you." His voice began to quaver a bit.

"Go on." She spoke softly.

"I-I've liked you since my 6th year, I guess? I think I realized it the summer of my 6th year... Merlin, when you left and I thought you died, everything came crashing down..." Harry rambled, his eyes finding the brick wall quite interesting now and Y/N wasn't having it.

She stepped towards the taller boy and rose on her toes, she pressed her lips onto his. He responded quickly, putting a hand around her waist.

[morgan-magic]

Dirty Distractions

Aspiring minister Hermione, simp Draco, a nip slip and a Ministry broom cupboard. Rated E - 2.5k words.

“You look beau—” Draco’s voice caught as he glanced down at her chest. His mouth fell shut. Was that what he thought it was? Pink-brown; familiar; looking wholly delicious and with no right to be on public show, particularly in the middle of the Ministry. Perhaps it was intentional? Perhaps it was for him?

[doodleholic]

A Matter of Pride

“You get transfigured into a ferret one time, and they never let you hear the end of it.”

[bluekeyboardwrites]

“Hermione still isn’t quite sure how it happened. Or why she can’t bring herself to stop. She suspects they’re breaking at least a hundred St. Mungo’s rules, not to mention destroying healer-patient ethical protocol. But there is something about Draco Malfoy that just makes her lose her head. He gets under her skin, steals her logic and reduces her to instinct. And her instincts are screaming that he should be inside her, preferably with his hands around her throat.”

[manonbeakblack]

SYMPHONIA (15,058 words)

Waiting in the wings, just beyond the door to the stage, she almost pauses when Malfoy says, quietly, “Granger -” In spite of every stupid thing she’s done over the last couple of weeks in moments of weakness, brought on by soft smiles and mercurial eyes, she doesn’t let him finish. She stiffens her spine and marches through the door to the rapturous applause of the audience, her shoulders straight. And doesn’t look to see if he’s followed.

A fic about classical music, Edinburgh, and idiots in love.

[be11atrixthestrange]

Bathroom Light

It's been two years since I've written anything, but I heard the song Bathroom Light by Mt. Joy, and this story wrote itself. Rated M for Ron's thoughts. <3

***

x

Find me a lane to drive through

In a Halloween costume

I'm an astronaut without you

x

As usual, the Three Broomsticks was bursting with Hogwarts students on a Saturday night. Echoes of conversations bounced off the walls, cluttering Ron’s mind like a cloud of wrackspurts,  which made it even harder than usual to focus on his date. Lavender had been chatting about a new beauty charm she learned from Parvati. Or was it from Witch Weekly? Honestly, Ron didn’t know, but apparently it had something to do with volumizing curls. Maybe. 

Ron stared into his half empty butterbeer. Although he was tempted to chug the rest of it, he just knew that if someone in particular saw him gulping it down like a river troll, she’d disapprove. He shouldn’t care what that someone in particular would think, as they weren’t even on speaking terms, but for some reason he still did. 

“Are you listening to me?” 

Ron’s skin prickled at her question, and his fingers clenched around his glass of butterbeer. “Yes, of course I’m listening,” he lied. 

“Then what did I just say?” asked Lavender, one eyebrow raised. 

“Something about beauty charms…”

Lavender’s eyes narrowed.

“Beauty charms that you don’t even need.”

Ron’s shoulders relaxed when Lavender’s face softened into a grin. “Aww. You’re sweet.”

He smiled back at her and took in her features. She wore a different color lipstick than usual for their date, and it had taken Ron by surprise when he first saw her. Lavender had seemed hurt by his reaction. He tried to assure her that he didn’t think of her lipstick color as good or bad, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say. 

Truth be told, he didn’t actually know what Lavender looked like without all the effort, but he knew better than to mention that. She took great pride in her appearance and wanted validation — that Ron could understand. Some guys equated makeup and beauty charms with deceit, and Ron really didn’t want to be one of those guys. But was it wrong to want to know what your girlfriend really looked like? 

And honestly, he’d love to go on a date that had the potential of ruining someone’s perfectly curated hair. Lavender wouldn’t even watch one of his Quidditch games if it was raining for fear of ruining her appearance. Even though that would mean so much more to him than finding a never-before-seen shade of lip balm just for him. He couldn’t shake the image of someone else sitting in the stands at a particularly stormy Quidditch game, her curls soaked down to heavy waves that stuck to her face, completely unbothered by the fact that she looked like she’d nearly drowned in the great lake.

As if reality read his mind, those same curls caught his eye, bouncing along the edge of the pub toward the loo. His eyes immediately followed Hermione until the light of the bathroom hallway illuminated her. Who was she here with? Harry or Ginny? Neither had mentioned anything about going to Hogsmeade tonight, and the thought made his stomach feel as heavy as a bezoar. Was she on a date? 

The persistent thought, the one that he was usually pretty good at keeping at bay flooded into his mind like a dam had broken. What would happen if he followed her?

x

We're twisting our way to the back of the bar

Yeah, locking the door, falling into the stall…

x

Maybe she would respond positively. Those canaries meant something. No one would attack a person for kissing someone else if they only held platonic feelings. Ron definitely wasn’t wrong about that. It was possible that she’d welcome a grand gesture from him. 

Was following her into a bathroom stall in a crowded pup a grand gesture? It surely wasn’t on the same level as hiring a string quartet or writing a romantic poem. But if memories of a rogue mountain troll served him correctly, it wouldn’t be the first time their relationship changed in a bathroom.

Suppose he got up, followed her, and she invited him in. Then what?

That would never happen. But it didn’t hurt to imagine, right? 

x

Stripping you down to your jewelry

You're breaking the rules just for me

What a life under big stars and a good woman in charge

Got me falling in, got me falling in hard.

x

Would she want him to kiss her the way he kissed Lavender in the common room that first time? Because honestly, he probably couldn’t. It would be so different.

If he kissed Hermione in that bathroom there would be no hesitation. His mind wouldn’t freeze and turn on autopilot without a moment’s thought about the fallout of his actions. He’d kiss her not in spite of the consequences, but because of them. Could a kiss ruin their friendship? 

So be it, ruin the friendship. Sometimes things needed to burn down to grow back stronger. 

It wouldn’t just be a kiss. If the scars on his arms meant anything, she had passion. Sure, that manifested poorly sometimes, but it wouldn’t in that bathroom. He could just imagine her tugging at his shirt while he plucked at the buttons on her blouse, pieces of clothing hitting the floor one by one, until all she was left wearing was that perfume he got her back in fifth year. 

He’d run his fingers through her perfectly voluminous curls that needed no beauty charms, and maybe she’d bite down on his lip as her bare legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers would dig into the skin of her thighs, and she’d groan her approval, which would have a similar effect to setting Ron on fire. 

Something Ron loved about Hermione was her relationship with rules. She knew the ins and outs of every rule in the book, so when it came time to break them, she was the one to ask. She could get away with anything without risking her perfect reputation, especially for someone she cared about. Setting a professor’s robes on fire? Check. Blackmailing and transfiguring a nefarious journalist? Check. Jinxing the D.A. sign up sheet? Check. That one time she snuck a flask of firewhiskey on a prefect round, and they skipped patrol to drink in an empty classroom? Check. Harry didn’t even believe Ron when he told him about that last one, and honestly, Ron preferred it that way. It made it seem special. 

If breaking rules was Ron’s love language, Hermione was fluent, and she only spoke it for him. 

So even though he was on a date with someone else, and maybe she was too, it wasn’t difficult to imagine her fully letting him in under the dim bathroom light. He’d prop her up on the sink; she’d tug on his front zipper and slip him out of his trousers. And despite the fact that they were in a dingy stall in the bathroom of an overcrowded pub, he’d do to her what he’d only ever imagined in his dreams. Fuck the consequences.

Shag her best friend in the bar bathroom? She definitely would. Check. 

x

So, come on, baby, let's do this right

I think I like falling in love in the bar bathroom light

I won't question it, I won't mess with it, if it's there go grab it

Tell your friends you love who they are

x

“Ron, are you okay?”

Lavender sat with her elbows on the table, head cocked to the side, a look of concern on her face. 

“Yeah. Why?” he asked, trying his best to hide the resentment creeping up from the fact that she yanked him from the most beautiful daydream. 

“You seem distracted.”

Ron immediately felt heavy with guilt. What was wrong with him? He was here with a gorgeous woman, and couldn’t control the trajectory of his fantasies. 

“I’m sorry. Just tired,” he lied. In fact, he was more energized than ever. “Can we go back?”

“Yeah,” said Lavender, with a brief flash of disappointment on her face. “Want to finish your beer first?”

Ron glanced at his butterbeer, still half empty. Hermione obviously wasn’t looking, so he put the glass to his lips and chugged it. 

“Let’s go,” he said. The pair stood up to leave, and Lavender reached for his hand. Who was he to think of makeup and beauty charms as deceit when he was the one imagining shagging someone else in the bathroom?

Yet, on the way out the door, it took everything he had to avoid stealing one more glance toward the bathroom at the back of the bar. 

[dramaticals]

so hot it hurts

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

summary: hermione punches draco and knocks more than just sense into him. / requested by @hotchfiles.

word count: 300

author's note: i'm going to preface this by saying i've never written draco before so please be kind if you share your thoughts (i'm greedy for thoughts <3)

Salazar's fuck.

Draco could still feel Granger's knuckles colliding with his nose. The crack of contact, the gush of blood, and the ache pulsating immediately from his nose to the rest of his face. 

For such a tiny thing, Granger delivered a sharp and sturdy blow that made him stagger backwards and clutch pathetically onto his nose. If he hadn't seen her cradle her fist as he scurried away from the scene, he would have guessed she'd done this before.

He should have been livid and seething. He should feel vindicated that she was in pain, too. He should be plotting ways to make her life even more miserable than it already is. He should be spitting curses and threats and running to his father for repercussions. He should think of Granger vile, think how the ugly brute of a bird shouldn't be the only species in danger right now.

But he wasn't.

Draco was thinking of the flash of fury in her soft brown eyes. The plumpness of her lips as she cursed and huffed and panted at him with that swotty little voice he detested so much. The shrub she called hair fizzing and surging with uncontrolled magic, making her look as frightening as a scorned goddess. He could still smell the hints of peach and nutmeg as she swung. The stinging impact of her soft yet disturbingly sharp knuckles. The look on Granger's face, her cheeks flushed red as she realized what she'd done.

Fuck.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose, wincing as his nose throbbed. He threw his head back against the emerald green couch, shutting his eyes in an attempt to get the images of Granger out of his mind. His heart thrummed, and the heat from his cheeks involuntarily travelled south.

Fuck.

[bunbunbl0gs]

Draco Malfoy 💚🖤

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[tomionefinds]

One-Shot Wednesdays --2/21/2024

Reviving, briefly, the tradition of posting some one-shots out there. Here are some one-shots to get through the rest of the week (and maybe a two shot ; )

Please feel free to submit any one shots thru the Ask box for a future one-shot Wednesday --Haus

Down the Rabbit Hole by Vivien B

M | One-Shot | 11k

Four years after the defeat of Voldemort, Hermione finds she has a chance to defeat him again. This time, however, she faces a much different enemy than the monster she knew.

Forever means Forever by Cocoartist

T | Two-Shot | 7k

If she ever saw Unspeakable Number 37 again she would kill him with her bare hands. Hermione's research into the Veil has an unexpected side-effect. EWE. COMPLETE.

A Helping Hand by bunnystealsyourcarrots

E | One-Shot | 4k

On a solo road trip to her dream school, Hermione Granger takes an unexpected detour.

Presto! by backbiter

E | One-Shot | 5k

Hermione Granger has always wanted to be known as a magnificent magician. She is halfway there, and a spot just opened up to get her all the way. But she has competition. And his interest in her is far from being professional.

Lucky 7 by seollem

M | Two-Shot | 2k

She couldn’t bring them back. All she could do now was survive. (Scream AU)

lie (can't hope) by foolishlywandwaving

M | One-Shot | 3k

She is hiding a dangerous secret from the Head Boy. --- Posted as part of Tomione Trope Fest 2023 She is hiding a dangerous secret from the Head Boy. --- Posted as part of Tomione Trope Fest 2023

Belladonna by LadyMiya

E | One-Shot | 17k

Her parents had always warned Hermione against getting a tattoo. She probably should have listened to them.