#hermione: journalist

[dramioneasks]

The Seeker’s Desire - Calliope_dreaming - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy, star Seeker for the Falmouth Falcons, is used to getting what he wants both on and off the Quidditch pitch. When he crosses paths with Hermione Granger, a rising journalist for the Daily Prophet, a flirtatious game begins. Hermione needs a favour, and Draco is more than willing to help - on his own terms. But his playful demands lead to unexpected consequences, forcing Draco to right a wrong. What starts as simple attraction quickly becomes something more, leaving Draco to wonder if he's ready to play for keeps.

[kyokimidori]

monelisa asked:

Hi.. I'm so glad you're back. So this is my first time requesting so I'm a bit nervous and awkward. Can I request an investigative journalist, Hermione, trying to dig up some dirt on a suspicious politician tom one shot.. That's all and I hope you have a good day.

Don’t be nervous! I don’t bite. I think. I’m one of those writers whowrites for my followers, because without you guys I  wouldn’t bewriting. So always feel free to reach out. Anyone will tell you I love to talk!

~Kyoki

The smell was rancid, truly.

She had always been told that a good investigative journalist had to dig to get dirt, but this was ridiculous!

Since when did it become literal?

Well, she supposed when it became personal as well.

Tom Marvolo Riddle. An up and coming Politician. He seemed perfect to everyone. No one could find even the tiniest of smudges when it came to him.

But there had to be something.

It was her gut that told her something was off about Tom Riddle.

“You know, you are breaking my rights to privacy by digging through my trash” The cool unaffected tone of Tom Riddle swept over her,though she didn’t pause in her inspection “Also you are trespassing.”

“Your trash is free game Mr. Riddle.” she replied scrunching her nose as she pulled out a used condom from the rubbage “It’s on the street where it is in public domain”

A chuckle “Why do you search so hard to look for something that isn’t there Hermione?” he asked.

She did stop at the sound of her name on his lips. She straightened up, looking at him with narrowed eyes “Ms. Granger to You.” she replied stiffly “I know you are hiding something.”

“Why do you think that?” again that amused tone. A slight smirk. It made her blood boil.

“Because Mr. Riddle, no one is as clean as you are unless they are hiding something”

Tom actually chuckled “Well Hermione” again he used her name and it made her scowl at him “I hope you will let me know if you find anything” he started to walk away.

“When!” Hermione called after him, glaring “When.”

[ivmaruva]

The Rockstar Draco/Journalist Hermione brainrot persists. 💀📝

What is he whispering to her? In my mind he’s telling her about ALL his piercings…

[iamnmbr3]

Hermione really out there committing crimes every single year huh?

Year 1: Set a teacher on fire.

Year 2: Brewed an illegal potion.

Year 3: Meddled with time.

Year 4: Kidnapped a woman and imprisoned her in a jar.

Year 5: Blackmailed a journalist and intentionally lured a government official to her doom in the Forbidden Forest. (And broke into the Ministry but that was a group thing).

Year 6: Took a break to have relationship drama.

Year 7: Too many crimes to count. Highlights include Ministry break in (again), bank robbery, and dragon theft.

Damn girl. Even Tom Riddle's school years look chill by comparison.

[metalomagnetic]

Either must die snippet

***A dear friend asked on discord if I have some EMD writing left, so here it is.***

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Harry hadn’t stopped screaming since he entered the kitchen; he’s furious. It’s been a long time since he exploded in such righteous anger.

Cheeks red, jaws set, and those damned eyes of his glinting. Why, it’s almost like before, back in the war. Of course, now at least he can appear somewhat intimidating, what with the size of him. He doesn’t intimidate Voldemort, but it is easy to imagine he could make a random individual cower. Voldemort would like to see Harry going off like this on some pesky journalists or one of his stalker fans. It would be entertaining.

As it is, it’s not entertaining at the moment. It irritates Voldemort to be screamed at.

One flick of his wrist, and he could silence Harry. Another flick and he can send him crashing into the wall. To resist temptation, he drums his fingers on the table, reaches inside to find patience. It’s getting harder and harder to be patient these days. He had to suffer it for a while, but now he’s back in power. A Minister, not a war lord, yet people learned not to trifle with him, not to glare at him, not to talk back.

Even Harry learned, as the years passed by. He minded his business, and he let Voldemort be. Yet it’s not worth the trouble to put him in his place, now. He can already imagine the dramatics that would follow. Harry would break again, and Voldemort will either have to lock him in an attic, never to be allowed in public, or he’d have to put in the effort to build him back up, and he certainly lacks the patience for that. Hermione would be insufferable about it. Delphini would cry.

Harry must be aware of these unpleasant outcomes, too, because while he screams, he doesn’t dare do more than that. He cries, too, tears of pain and frustration and pure despair. That improves Voldemort’s mood a tad. Harry always looks good when he’s crying. “I asked for one thing!” his voice breaks, rough. “One thing! You have everything, and I said nothing- you use me, you use my name, you- I only asked for one thing.”

What a lie. Harry might not verbally ask for much, but those pitiful eyes of his ask plenty, and Voldemort gives it to him. The ungrateful brat.

“And you couldn’t let me have it! You’re a monster!”

Show him, a voice begs, a voice that was dormant for so long, but it’s waking up lately. Show him the monster. Show him how patient you’d been with him all these years. Show him how it could have been.

Voldemort ignores it. His fingers curl around the table, momentarily, because just drumming them isn’t enough anymore, he itches for his wand, but then the crisis is avoided, and he is in control, he won’t snap. He does stand, because it’s safe to do it, his temper is in check, and Harry tired himself out with his tantrum. “You asked for her life,” Voldemort reminds him. “She is alive.” Moly Weasley lives. Thought it seems a misfortune befell her earlier that day. Well earned. Delicious revenge. Harry, sadly, is not the type to enjoy the poetic justice, the mastery in this delivery of punishment.

She lives, like he wanted, she isn’t even in pain, but the score was settled. Fleetingly, he wonders if Bella is happy, if she laughs gleefully in the afterlife. Perhaps not- Bella was never one for poetry, for subtlety. She got her vengeance in blood and screams. Harry stares at him, shaking his head. “I hate you,” he whispers. Voldemort did not want to break him, but he broke, anyway. So fragile, this boy of his, despite his impressive muscles, he shatters like glass. “Nothing new,” Voldemort replies, and walks out of the kitchen.

As soon as he reaches the garden, he feels his anger rising, now that he isn’t focused on not hurting Harry until he explodes into a pile of blood and bones. He gets angrier and angrier with every step. He feels as impotent as Harry must feel. No matter how mad the boy was, how obviously hurting, he did not even think to draw his wand at Voldemort, or punch him, like he once did. He would have- for Molly fucking Weasley, he would have. Harry has few limits, but the Weasleys are one. Harry would crash and burn with them, for them, the world be damned. He didn’t, however, because he must know, deep down, that it wasn’t Voldemort. But he can’t admit it to himself, not consciously. Voldemort is a convenient scapegoat. Voldemort is a monster, rotten and evil, and it’s easier for Harry this way. Easier than the truth.

He Apparates to Lestrange Manor, and he thinks of Bella again. How odd- he hadn’t truly thought of her in years, but now he feels her around; when he walks to Lestrange Manor, is feels like before, like when he’d walk this path and knew he’d find her and Rodolphus inside. He doesn’t, of course. He finds a copy of her, instead. Bella left him copies of herself, echoes that remain to dwell the earth in her absence. Voldemort walks past Andromeda, strolls through the Manor, until he finds Rodolphus’ copy.

Voldemort knows Rabastan is guilty as soon as he lays eyes on him. That stiff posture, the fear in his eyes, even if he keeps his chin up, defiant. “Your wand,” he snarls. Andromeda followed him, she’s frowning, confused, asking what the matter is. The matter is that Voldemort was disobeyed. “Leave,” Rabastan begs her. “Leave,” Voldemort snarls at her. Andromeda is a cheaper copy of Bella, in all senses. Tamer, sadder, broken. But wiser. She leaves.

Rabastan gives up ‘his’ wand. It’s not his, of course, just like Voldemort suspected. He knew, as Harry was screeching, as Voldemort sat there trying not to snap, he was thinking how all this could have been accomplished. Delphini is at Hogwarts, after all. Impossible for her to also be at the Burrow. Unless she Apparated there. But she wouldn’t risk doing all that with her wand. It became quite obvious who would have given her a wand. “It had to be done,” Rabastan dares to speak. “You moved on, but I can’t; not until justice was served. You moved on, but Delphi couldn’t.” Delphini is a far better copy of Bella, compared to Andromeda. But, as Voldemort feared- you do not fear!- as Voldemort suspected, she is no true copy of her mother. Oh, she’s her spitting image, she has some Black traits in her personality, but no- Delphi is his copy. The anger reaches its peak. Voldemort always treasured Rabastan over most others, awarded him more leeway than most others. But Rabastan is no Harry, he’s no Delphini, and Voldemort snaps.

He reminds Rabastan who he serves, whose mark is on his arm. Useless, of course. Rabastan was never one to cow for pain, nor learn from it. Yet his pain serves to soothe some of Voldemort’s anger, lets him take it out on him. Another convenient scapegoat.

(-)

She does walk like Bella, a confident, defiant tilt to her hips. She walks loudly, proudly, as if used to have others look at her in awe, covet her. She brought her heels, even if the path to the Forbidden Forest is not exactly best suited for heels. Whenever she angers him, she knows to make herself look even more like her mother.

Once, when he searched her mind, he saw Rodolphus teaching her this, on the night before he left her at Rowle’s. “It’s best if you look like her,” he told her, advising her to let her hair free, to wear the dresses Bella favoured. “He treasured her above all others, and, in time, I hope he’ll treasure you, too.” She doesn’t stop at a respectable distance, like Bella would have done when she knew she messed up, when she angered him. No. Delphini comes close, closer than anyone dares.

She’s taller than Bella already, and the heels almost bring her up to his chin. She looks up, and those are his eyes, that is his glare, his defiance, his stubbornness. “What potion did you give her?” “My own invention,” Delphini says, and pride flushes stronger on her face. “They won’t detect it.” “And if they do, then what is the problem, no?” Voldemort asks. “Who is going to suspect a perfect school girl? And if they do suspect her, who is going to blame the Minister’s daughter? Who would dare arrest her?” Delphini shrugs.

“If you plan on using my influence to stay out of trouble, if you know you can easily fall back on me to protect you, then you should discuss things with me before you do them.” “Why bother,” she spits. “You would have said ‘no’. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” He should have tortured Rabastan more, because not all the anger is out of his system. Furry comes back hot, coursing through his veins, going to his head. “Ask for forgiveness, then,” he hisses, and he takes the step that separated them, towers over her. If she wants to play these games, he’ll play them. She will lose. It’s time for her to learn to lose- Harry spoiled her, far too much. He ignored Voldemort’s warnings that Delphini shouldn’t get away with everything she does, that he should push back, whenever she tests them.

As always, Harry’s kind, tolerant heart, explodes spectacularly in his face.

Delphini doesn’t cower, not truly, but he can detect the current of fear that passes through her. Strangely, it does nothing to improve his mood. Terrifying people usually soothes his fury, but now it just taints it with an unknowable feeling. “I thought you loved Harry,” he says, softly.

“I do!” Her fingers curl into fists at her side. Her neck is bent back uncomfortably, trying to keep Voldemort’s gaze. “She’s alive, isn’t she? Like he asked. She loves Harry, didn’t forget him, and she’ll no doubt dote over him, like a mother. In fact, now that she only remembers loving him, she’ll love him even more! I took nothing from Harry! He can have his pretend mummy! I only took away the memories of all her living children! It’s only fair!”

Delphini’s voice gets louder. Defensive. “She stole my mother from me! So it’s only fair she forgets all the beautiful memories she has with her children, memories she didn’t let me form with my mother. It’s only fair she will only remember her dead son, like I have to remember my dead mother, every time I step foot into the Great Hall, where that harpy took her from me. From us! You lost her, too! And now Molly Weasley cannot remember her husband, either! It’s fair, it is!”

It is beautiful, he agrees. It is poetic and it is just. It is perfect. However.

“You knew he’ll blame me for it; you understand he’s devastated; you understand how he’ll avoid me now, how he’ll suffer, how he’ll moan and whine at me for months on end, start drinking again, retreat into his spare bedroom and rot there for who knows how long. You are perfectly aware Hermione will blame me, too. That it could potentially harm my work. You knew this would affect me. And you did it anyway.” He cups Delphini’s face, and she finally flinches, though she doesn’t draw back.

So beautiful, this child. So intelligent. She loves Voldemort, understands him like no other. His perfect girl. If Voldemort would have ever wanted a daughter, if he’d have been given the chance to make her, build her from scratch- this is what he’d have imagined. Only, he still wishes she would have been more like Bella, or Rodolphus, or Harry; it would have been easier. For him, and for her. Alas, she is not like them. She is like him.

“She deserves it,” Delphini insists. “She hurt me!” Ever her tears are perfect, pretty shapes, clear, trailing down her cheeks. “That never works with me, Delphini,” he reminds her, using his thumb to brush one tear away. “I know!” she hisses. “Nothing works with you! That’s why I didn’t ask! Because you give Harry everything he asks, you are so attentive to provide him with what he needs, but you never care about what I want. What I need. I asked you to punish her, you promised me, remember? When I first met Ron. You promised me! But then Harry asked you to spare her, and you did what he wanted. You forgot about me, about my pain-“

“Shut up,” he says, softly. “I allow you far more than I would anyone else. Harry is my prisoner, he does only what I allow him to do, even if he deluded himself into thinking otherwise. I give you freedom. I don’t make decisions for you. I accept you as you are. But-“ he takes his hand away. “Do not trespass against me, Delphini,” he warns her. “If you want to hurt others, don’t use your mother as an excuse to do it. More importantly, don’t hurt people that are useful to me. Ask before you pull something like this again. And when I say ‘no’, better heed it. Or leave. Go far away, and make trouble there. This is my country, and nothing happens inside it without my say so. I worked for sixty years to subdue this island. If you want that kind of power, you will have to work for it, too.”

[victoriadallonfan]

…Oh my god, she’s just copying South Park

That’s seriously where she’s at right now. Copying South Park’s attack on the trans movement.

Also, like, this is a TERRIBLE thing to bring attention to, considering the black character of Kingsley Shacklebolt she created.

And the fact that house elves really love slavery and Hermione trying to free them was seen as naive and ignorant.

Anyways, her post is in response to people upset that she’s targeting Lucy Clark, the first openly transgender football (soccer) referee in the world, who came out in 2018. She honestly just seems like a nice person.

But this was too much for JK Rowling! She posted the above tweet and several more

Misgendering and sending stray shots at people who cross dress too - apparently because the media(??) is too nice to them(??)

I wonder how JKR would react to learning that pants were initially unisex, and that pants were deemed “unmanly” at times

Or the fact that people who cross dress have played important roles in history, like Dorothy Lawrence

Of course, JKR doesn’t really care about facts.

All she cares about is that Lucy had the audacity to… lightly warn people to not make transphobic comments:

JK Rowling is a real asshole

[pinkacademiaprincess]

Any guide on Elle woods / hermione / rory coz I had no study motivation 😮‍💨

“she’s like a real life rory gilmore…”

fictional study icons guide, part 1: rory gilmore

ty for the ask! i’m gonna make this multiple parts, next will be elle woods, i never read/ watched harry potter tho so idk about hermione 🫣 but if y’all want me to do other characters, feel free to send ideas!

know your goals

rory had a clear idea of what she wanted for herself: to go to harvard & to become a journalist. when school & studying starts to feel tedious or difficult, having a strong “why” will keep you going. maybe you want to get into a certain school, you have a dream career path, or you want to become extra knowledgeable. never lose sight of your goal - surround yourself with reminders of it. rory had harvard memorabilia hanging in her room as a constant reminder of what she was working towards. you can create a vision board online, print pictures & hang them in your room, put notes up on your mirrors & walls. remember that classes, tests, & assignments are all leading you to a greater goal. studying is a means to an end and you deserve the best ending!

study a lot

rory prioritized her studies and spent a lot of her free time on schoolwork. the easiest way to succeed is to put in the time. don’t cut corners when it comes to your education - do your homework and assignments diligently, go through assigned readings & videos carefully, & if the teacher gives you optional/additional work, do it. remember tho, it’s important to study smarter, not harder. the most beneficial thing you can do is spend as much time as possible utilizing study methods that work for you. don’t waste time on study methods that aren’t effective for you. you can search my older posts for info about study styles or google learning styles & use that to help determine your best approach to schoolwork.

conquer challenges asap

when rory first started going to chilton, she unexpectedly got a bad grade on one of her first essays. she could have sat there and made excuses, felt sorry for herself and blamed the school/ teachers, but instead she worked extra hard to improve and overcome that poor grade. in the end she was valedictorian, showing that she was able to rise to the challenge and ultimately succeed. if you find yourself struggling with schoolwork, please take initiative asap and get whatever help you need. utilize all your resources - teachers, classmates, youtube video explanations, khan academy, tutors (if possible) - do not allow a dip in performance to be your norm. try to get to the bottom of why you’re struggling and then take care of whatever’s causing it. if you let yourself succumb to the struggle - telling yourself it’s because of bad teachers, the content is too hard, etc. - the only person who is gonna suffer in the long run is you. be proactive and take charge of your education.

take breaks

while rory did spend a lot of her time studying, it didn’t rule her whole life. she still made time for friends, family, and fun activities. life is about balance, and you don’t want to burn yourself out by spending every waking moment on school. take breaks for fun, to spend time with loved ones, to get fresh air & be active. give your mind breaks so that you can stay in top shape. that being said, make sure you strike a balance. don’t let your social life get in the way of your academics, but don’t let studying stop you from living life.

read a lot!

when i think of rory, i think of reading. she always has her nose in a book! she not only reads, but she reads books that are thought-provoking and intellectual - classics, non-fiction, and so on. reading is a wonderful hobby and it can also be a way to expand your mind. challenge yourself by reading books that are somewhat difficult to challenge yourself to read closely & dissect the content. find classics that genuinely interest you or non fiction on topics you enjoy. combine the fun of reading with the desire for intellectual growth. by reading more difficult books you can improve your vocabulary, build you reading comprehension skills, become better at analyzing literary devices, and overall become a more interesting person.

that’s all! have a great school year & best of luck with your studies! 🩷

[holdupjack]

Hello Spider

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

AU: Spider-Man Earth-1048

Warning: None

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Third Person P.O.V:

August

Hermione Granger sighed softly as she typed away on her laptop on the seventh floor of The Daily Bugle. She could hear Jameson screaming at one of his interns about how much property damage Spider-Woman caused in her fight with Vulture a few months ago. His podcast seemed to always be one somewhere in the building...

At least he wasn't spiraling about the new Spider-Man that she has been seen swinging with around the city. Hermione thought Jameson was going to send himself into the ER when it was announced that she had a protégé.

Hermione slowly stood up and collected her wallet, eagerly ready to go on her lunch break to Joe's Pizza Cellar across the street. She only took one step when a muffled explosion came from somewhere within the city.

Everyone around her seemed to look up and turn their heads towards the windows, when her eyes flickered towards them as well, a loud yell rang outa car suddenly flew past the windows.

"I HATE CHASE OF GOOSE"

Hermione threw down her wallet and grabbed her notepad, running up to the window as a familiar set of feet ran across the building.

"Aw come on Aleksei! At least look both ways before crossing the street!"

She soon sprang off the wall, while Spider-Man swung behind her. Hermione watched in awe as they chased after Rhino, writing down her quip before tuning towards the elevators.

Her coworkers began to crowd around the windows as they watched the carnage that was being left behind by the Villains run through New York.

Hermione soon found herself outside, running down the street to where a full-blown fight was taking place. Spider-Woman dodged the bigger man's punches as Spider-Man kept any civilians out of harm's way.

"Really Aleksei, I don't know why you try to punch me anymore. You know I can just-"

Spider-Woman was cut off when Rhino grabbed a light pole that had been ripped from the ground previously and whacked her with it.

She went flying through a department store window, to which Spider-Man immediately kept the villain distracted while the other got her bearings.

Hermione quickly slipped into the store, bumping into scared customers and staff as they ran out of the building. Her eyes land on the iconic red, black, and blue costume. A soft groan escaped the superhero as she pulled herself back onto her feet, shaking her head slightly as a way to get rid of the dizziness.

"I really need to quit jinxing myself" she coughed out.

"Spider-Woman?" Hermione calls out as loud yells and quips from the two outside continue. The hero quickly looked up and the eyes on her mask widened, seeming surprised to see her.

"WHERE IS FEMALE SPIDER" Rinho's voice boomed as Spider-Man flew past the shattered window, the loud crunch of metal and a car alarm blaring made it obvious what he had landed against.

"Stay here," Spider-Woman says as she jumps out of the store through the broken window and runs toward the belligerent man.

Hermione couldn't help but stare in awe, even amid everything going on. So, once again, she followed out onto the street.

Spider-Woman jumped and swung around the barbarian like it was nothing. Spider-Man zipped back into the fight and ducked between Rhino's legs as the other hero punched him in the jaw.

The young journalist knew this was idiotic to do, basically sitting on the sidelines as full-blown armageddon was in front of her.

Rhino swatted Spider-Man away, sending him halfway down the street as Spider-Woman jumped into the air and webbed a manhole in between her and Aleksei.

Yanking it up into the air, she soon slammed it against his head, causing the giant to stumble backward.

Right towards Hermione.

Her eyes widened as she tried to move out of the way, but the guy was falling too quickly. Spider-Woman webbed the arm of Hermione and yanked her up towards her.

The journalist yelled out in surprise as she was pulled into the hero's arms and taken to safety on top of the building behind them.

When Hermione's feet touched a solid surface, she instantly looked up to find the mask of the hero every kid loves.

"You were a troublemaker in school, weren't you?" Spider-Women chuckles in a fake voice as she removes her arm from around the journalist's waist and steps back toward the edge, watching Spider-Man web down Rhino. The bigger man's suit was sparking and in obvious need of repairs, while the two heroes only needed new stitches in their suits.

"Spider-Man, are you good?" she yells down, and he gives two thumbs up in return, before jumping slightly as Rhino yells angrily at them.

Hermione watched in awe as Spider-Woman turned back to her and cocked her head slightly to the side. A gesture that finally made the Brit find her voice.

"Can I...Can I have an interview?" Hermione asks and the hero chuckles softly, sitting down on the edge of the rooftop.

"Alright, you have a minute before the police get here" she responds, causing Hermione to widen her eyes and quickly pull out her pen and notepad.

This was a chance of a lifetime, and she damn sure wasn't going to waste it.

"Uh, why did you decide to do this? More specifically, why did you become a hero?" she asks as she eagerly hovers her pen over the empty page of her notepad.

"Well, the world could always use more heroes" Spider-Women replies as she picks up a small crushed can from the roof, and looks back over the edge, throwing it easily into the trashcan down below.

"That's it? Not the fame, money, or adoring fans?" Hermione asked as she scribbled down the responses and questions. Spider-Woman chuckled and shrugs.

"I think IronMan makes enough money for all of us heroes, and fame or fans? You've seen how the news changes their opinion on me, as do the people of New York" she says simply as she hears the sirens starting to get closer. Hermione looks to her right, seeing a part of the street a bit farther away.

"Don't get me wrong, I love all the citizens, but sometimes it does feel like a punch to the arm" Spider-Woman chuckles softly as she stands up from the edge of the roof and stands in front of the journalist. Hermione stops writing and looks at the hero with a shy smile.

"Well, if it's worth anything, I'm one of your biggest fans," she says, making the woman chuckle again and probably smile underneath that mask. Hermione couldn't really tell.

"Time to go!" Spider-Man calls out as he swings past the building just as the boys in blue turn down the street. Spider-Woman took a step back onto the ledge and looked back at Hermione.

"It's an honor to have you as a fan, Ms.Granger," she says as they stare at one another for a moment. Then Hermione realized something.

"Hey, wait-" she starts, but Spider-Woman quickly jumps off and begins to swing away. Hermione ran up to the edge and watched as she followed after her protégé.

"I never told you my name!" Hermione yells out, but it is no use, she is already too far to hear her. The journalist huffed out a soft laugh as she stepped back from the edge and looked down at her notes.

Now she needed to get down from atop this building.

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When Hermione stepped back onto the seventh floor of The Daily Bugle, everyone still didn't pay her any mind as she made her way back to her desk. As soon as she sat down, someone leaned against it.

"Where have you been?"

Hermione looks up to find Y/n Y/l/n,  the only photographer who has been able to get clear photos of Spider-Woman & Man. She was also a very good friend.

"You won't believe who I got an exclusive interview with!" Hermione says excitedly as Y/n rolls over an office chair and sits on it backward. Her arms lay on top of the backrest, her chin resting on her forearms.

"Who?" She asks with a smile as Hermione hands her the notepad, watching as the photographer reads the questions and answers.

Y/n couldn't help but let out a chuckle as she handed back the notepad to Hermione. The two girls had been talking for a while about a front-page story she had been told would be hers if she got an interview with the superhuman. Y/n couldn't resist teasing her about the joy on her face.

"Finally got attention from your favorite hero?" Y/n asked playfully, referring to the piece that Hermione had been working on for the past few weeks about Spider-Women.

Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile. She turned on her desktop, and with practiced ease, logged in to her account. Y/n watched as Hermione's fingers danced across the keyboard, her eyes focused on the screen, completely immersed in her work.

"She is one of the reasons I moved here! I want to be the only journalist on the amazing Spider-Woman" Hermione admits, even having a small flush on her face. It obviously wasn't one of the main reasons, but it was a very good perk.

"You know...I do have connections to her. Maybe I could-" Y/n was cut off when Hermione grabbed the office chair and pulled her closer. Their faces were inches away.

"Can you get me another interview?" She asks quietly as they stare deeply into each other's eyes, Y/n's face growing hot at the proximity.

"I...well...yes!" She stumbles over her words as the smile on Hermione's face grows. She suddenly pulled away and opened her document application on her desktop.

Y/n watched as the woman's face lit up with childlike excitement, her eyes widening and a smile spreading across her lips.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

"Oh, this will be remarkable," she added, her tone laced with anticipation. Y/n sat up straight, feeling a sense of responsibility to carefully choose her next words.

"I'll see what I can do, but honestly, she might seek you out first," she says with a small smirk as their eyes meet again, a glint was in Hermione's eyes, something Y/n couldn't place.

"Seek me out? What do you mean?" Hermione asks as her eyes follow Y/n, who slowly stands up from the chair and pushes it back to where she got it.

Y/n gave a small smile in response and turned around to walk back to her desk, leaving Hermione to watch her go. As she walked, a glint of mischief shone in her eye, hinting at a playful side to her personality.

Hermione had seen this look before, though, and knew that Y/n had a way of doing things that was uniquely her own. It was just one of the many things that made her such an intriguing person to be around.

She began to smile as well.

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Later That Night

Hermione dragged her feet wearily up the narrow staircase, her arms laden with a heavy bag of fragrant Chinese food takeout. The pungent aroma of soy sauce, ginger, and garlic wafted up to her nose, making her mouth water in anticipation.

As she climbed higher and higher, each step felt like a Herculean effort, and she had to pause several times to catch her breath. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she reached the fifth-floor landing and emerged from the dimly lit stairwell, squinting in the bright light of the hallway. The door to her apartment was only a few steps away, but it felt like a mile.

As she reached the front door of her apartment, she let out a gentle sigh and rummaged through her bag to find the keys. Once she found them, she inserted the key into the lock and turned it, hearing the familiar click.

She pushed the door open and stepped inside, feeling the cool air conditioning hit her face. Something about the atmosphere felt different than usual. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but an inexplicable unease crept up on her. Despite this, she took off her shoes and walked further into the house, trying to shake off the feeling.

As she walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, she felt a shiver run down her spine. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. That's when she finally noticed her living room light was on, casting a warm glow on the walls.

But as she peered into the room, her heart stopped. Someone was sitting on her couch, their figure illuminated by the light. Panic set in as she tried to make out the person's identity, but then she recognized the mask immediately. Relief washed over her as she realized that there was nothing to fear.

"So, you break into homes? That doesn't seem very friendly" Hermione says with a smirk, causing Spider-Woman to jump up to her feet and turn towards her. Apparently, she had snuck up on the hero.

As Hermione approached her, she could sense a slight hesitation in Spider-Woman's demeanor. However, she quickly composed herself and greeted her.

"Oh, hi!" she said, her fake voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

"Uh, I don't usually do this...well, yes, I do. But for good reason!" She paused for a moment, placing her hands on her hips as if to steady herself. Her head darted around nervously before settling back on Hermione.

"You know, you should really be locking your windows, just in case wall-climbing...robbers become a prevalent issue," Spider-Woman suggests, her tone faltering slightly as she realizes the irony in her statement.

Hermione chuckled softly and placed her food on the small table behind the couch, watching as the hero seemed tense. This must have been a spontaneous decision.

"Anyways, I wanted to give you a better interview, since you had been willing to risk being crushed by a two-ton man to just speak with me" she continues with an awkward chuckle as she put her hands behind her back and laced her fingers together.

Hermione, with a gentle smile on her face, slowly walks around the couch with her fingers trailing along the armrest. As she makes her way towards the masked superhero, she speaks up.

"You must be feeling quite important. After all, you are the one who essentially controls the content of the front page of The Daily Bugle," she says as her eyes meet the mask, and she stands before her, waiting for her response.

"Owner? That's a little...overstated" Spider-Women replies as she steps back slightly as Hermione gets closer.

"Exaggerated? I don't think so, you have been on the front page more than Mayor Osborn" Hermione hums, her eyelids were low as she held a soft gaze with the eyes of the mask. Spider-Woman felt her fake voice starting to falter again, so she cleared her throat in hopes of keeping it up.

"Well, I'll make sure to send him a fruit basket as an apology," she says as Hermione chuckled and sat on her couch, legs crossed over the other as her eyes slowly trailed up the hero's body.

This wasn't the same woman she had saved earlier in the day, there was thick obvious tension between them now, but Spider-Woman had no idea why.

Well...she had a slight idea.

Spider-Woman, her red and blue costume tightly hugging her form, rested her hands back on her hips and looked down at Hermione. The young woman's face was flushed and her hands were balled into the couch cushion.

Spider-Woman's sharp eyes scanned Hermione's face before she slowly sat down on the coffee table across from her. The vigilante's movements were graceful and calculated as if she was always in control of the situation.

Then suddenly, Hermione sat up straight and seemed to calm in an instant, her arms crossing over her chest as she appeared to return back to normal. This girl was hot & cold.

"Would you mind giving me a longer interview?" Hermione asked innocently. Spider-Woman nodded slowly and rested her elbows on her thighs.

"Of course, uh, whenever you're ready" she replies as Hermione pulls out her phone and begins to record with the voice memos.

"My first question is, is it true that you have been taking the time to clean up the shores?" Hermione asks, but it is obvious that she isn't all that interested in Spider-Woman's environmental protection ideals.

"I try my best since fish is one of our main food groups in New York. We don't need people to get sick from any of them" Spider-Woman replied as she rubbed her hands together. A nervous tick perhaps?

"Alright..." Hermione hums as she shut off the recording, which piqued the hero's interest immediately.

Hermione reached behind her and grabbed the plate of food from the small table that was pressed up against the back of the couch.

"Well, that was quick," Spider-Woman chuckled, referring to the speed at which the interview had ended. The aroma of the freshly cooked food still lingered in the air, making both of their stomachs growl.

"I have a few...off-the-record questions for myself than the paper" Hermione explained as she opened the bag and handed her one of the spring rolls she had ordered.

Spider-Woman gave a soft 'thank you' as she hesitated to lift her mask up to her nose. Hermione didn't even look up as she grabbed the two forks from the bottom of the bag and handed her one as well.

The hero then slowly rolled up her mask until her nose and chin were the only things visible. That's when Hermione finally looked up.

Her pupils dilated like wide saucers, but she didn't express anything outwardly that would suggest something was off. So, when she held the tin container full of orange chicken and lo mein between them, the crusader thought nothing of it.

(A/N: ngl, I'm running out of ways to say 'hero')

Spider-Woman sat at the table, her eyes fixed on the steaming plate of Lo Mein in front of her. She couldn't resist the temptation any longer and picked up her fork, twirling it around in the tangle of noodles until she had a perfect bite.

"I love Lo Mein," she confessed. Across from her, Hermione watched with amusement, a soft smile playing on her lips. She picked up a piece of orange chicken and popped it into her mouth, relishing the burst of flavor.

"I know you do, you get it every Friday after work," she says simply, which causes the hero to freeze, the spring roll almost falling out of her mouth.

Hermione continued nonchalantly as she ate, while Spider-Woman stared at her. Oh how much she wished Vulture or Mr.Negative would burst in here, just so she could get out of this conversation,

"H-How did you...I don't know what..." she trailed off in her real voice as Hermione looked back up with a sly smile, almost teasing in a way.

"At first I thought it was just a coincidence that you were the only person who got special treatment with the Spider Duo because I knew that a few people in the Bugle have been able to get connections with other Heroes and Villains alike" Hermione starts as she ate another piece of chicken, chewing it for a few moments before speaking again.

"But then I noticed your tardiness, your ability to basically disappear and reappear at incredible speed, the random bruises, but again, I just thought it was a coincidence" she continues as Spider-Woman just stared dumbfounded. Hermione put the tin container down beside her and gave her full attention to the woman across from her.

"Then today-"

"I have to go," Spider-Woman says abruptly getting up from her seat, her words echo in the room. With the spring roll still dangling from her teeth, she strides swiftly towards the open window, her hair fluttering in the wind.

Her agile movements and aura of determination suggest that she's on a mission, and nothing can stop her. The bright city lights outside seem to beckon to her.

"Y/n."

Y/n froze in her tracks, her eyes fixed on the window. As Hermione stood up and walked towards her, Y/n's heart pounded in her chest, and her palms became sweaty.

She tried to move, but her legs felt like they were made of lead. Finally, when Hermione was close enough, she placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder and gently turned her around to face her. Y/n's eyes met Hermione's intense gaze, and she couldn't help but feel vulnerable under her gaze.

Without another word, Hermione reached up and pulled off the rest of the mask, and smiled like a little schoolgirl.

"There's my favorite photographer" she whispers as she holds the mask in one hand and takes hold of the spring roll as well.

Y/n and Hermione are standing face to face, gazing into each other's eyes. The moon is shining bright, casting a warm glow on Hermione's face.

"How did you know?" Y/n whispers softly, her eyes are filled with wonder and curiosity as they exchange glances. The night is quiet and peaceful, and the only sound is the soft honking of the hussle of the city.

"It's silly really, but that fake voice you were using, is the same one you use to mock Jameson's podcast" Hermione chuckles as Y/n couldn't help but flush at her own stupidity.

"Oh...oh that makes sense," she says as she clears her throat and looks down at their feet for a moment. Hermione just smiled as she placed the spring roll back in her mouth and gently pushed her toward the window, both of them hearing the roaring of sirens nearby.

"You're secrets safe with me, now go kick some ass" Hermione continues as she placed the mask back around her eyes and above her nose. Y/n grinned and slowly stepped backward toward the window.

"It's really nice to have another ally," Y/n says as she takes a final bite of the roll and speaks with her mouth full. She then pulls down her mask all the way, hiding a relieved smile on her face. The weight of the world seems to have been lifted off her shoulders as she welcomes the newfound support.

"I still expect a full interview tomorrow," Hermione says with a smile as she leans against the wall and watches Y/n back up slightly.

"It's a date" Y/n replied as she took a running start and jumped out the window. Hermione walked over to the windowsill, leaning down, and resting her forearms on it. Her chin found itself atop them as well, watching as Y/n swung away toward the boys in blue.

She smiled softly.

"It's a date"

[thetorturedpoetsfest]

Welcome to Day 1 of The Tortured Poets Fest!

Click the links listed below to check out all of the content our lovely Tortured Poets have created for all of us today! (and go to our bio to access the rest of the AO3 Collection)

✍️ Down on all fours (demanding more) by the_prettiest_wolf_star

Ships: Marlene McKinnon/Sirius Black, Marlene McKinnon/Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Rating: E

Summary:

A spiked drink starts Sirius' heat while Remus is too far away to provide any relief. So he turns to his best friend for help.

🕯 one more time by @takenbytheview

Ship: Pansy Parkinson/Neville Longbottom

Rating: M

Summary:

The first time Pansy Parkinson looks in his window is an accident.

Or: Four evenings in Hogsmeade, inspired by Taylor Swift’s Tortured Poets Department album.

🗝is it something I did? by sun_litsoul (art)

Ship: Regulus Black & Sirius Black

Rating: Gen

Summary:

Sirius and Regulus made a pinky promise that they would always stay together.

But with time passing the promise got broken and all that is left is the question "is it something I did?"

📜 Tell Me Something by Hope_Belle

Ship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: M

Summary:

Two years after the war, the Ministry launched The Cultural Reconciliation Initiative, anonymously assigning a Muggle-born to a convicted Death Eater for regular correspondence as a part of their probation.

Hermione is locked away in her secret garden of books and predictability, enrolled in The Healer Academy in Edinburgh and set on being normal.

Draco has never been normal but after standing trial, discovering Muggle London, and befriending Neville Longbottom of all people, he's even less so. Studying for his Potions Mastery in Paris was always a part of the plan but realizing his anonymous pen pal is Hermione Granger? That was certainly not.

🖌 The Tortured Poets Department by @whoopsiesnodaisies

Ship: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rita Skeeter

Rating: T

Summary:

Rita Skeeter is a broke journalist and all she wants is a good story and a paycheck. She catches the eye of Bellatrix Black and ends up far more invested and intrigued than she had ever planned to be.

But at the end of the day, she's a journalist, and she has a job to do.

𓇢𓆸 turn your back on mother nature by @poetskings

Ship: Regulus Black/James Potter

Rating: E

Summary:

The first thing he notices is the beach view. For what the shitty motel cost, it’s really quite stunning. The sea is rough but welcoming, a deep, dark blue that contrasts with the red flags fluttering in the light breeze.

Regulus makes his way over to the window, opening it and feeling the breeze wisp through his hair, so soft it feels like a caress. Hello, it says, are you ready for what comes next?

Or, James has been chasing storms for as long as he's known what a storm is, and Regulus is his favourite one to chase.

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Be sure to check our page for Day 2’s reveals! Until then, Tortured Poets <3

🩶 Your mods,

@wolfpadx @multiimoments @heartsoncover @lemonlans @mercurial-witch @steveahoi damagecontrol & shewritesmaybe

[hd-erised]

H/D Erised Fic: Equipoise

Author: Anonymous Recipient: khalulu Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: Teen Word Count: ~88,200 Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Professor Harry Potter, Journalist Draco Malfoy, Harry has a magical cat named Gabby, Action/Adventure, Investigations, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Magical Theory, POV Harry, BAMF Harry Potter, (who doesn’t know wtf he’s doing), Canon-compliant, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Wandless Magic, Minor Magical Injury, Friends to Lovers, Light Angst, Sharing a Bed, Working Together, Banter, one instance of vomiting, once Harry realises what he wants he’s not afraid to go after it, Unbreakable Vows, Magical Creatures, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Post-Hogwarts, Getting Together, Romance, Birthday Parties, Posh Draco Malfoy, Tea Drinking, Swearing, Heartfelt Conversations, Sarcastic Conversations, Owls, Enthusiastic Snogging, Hogwarts Castle, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Community: hd_erised Recreational Potions Use, Death of a Minor Character, Mention of pregnancy, Mention of parent death, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character, Drinking, Brief Implied homophobia, Brief ableist language, Criminal Justice System Issues, Additional Warnings in Author's Note

Summary:  Ten years of peace have settled over the wizarding world, leaving Harry Potter feeling strangely adrift. Teaching Defense at Hogwarts is fine and all, but when mysterious magical blackouts start sweeping across the country, he can't help but jump at the chance to investigate. It would be the perfect outlet for his restless energy - if he didn't suddenly find himself tangled up in an elaborate charade, pretending to date the Prophet's most illustrious journalist, Draco Malfoy. Between hunting down the cause of the blackouts and maintaining their ruse, Harry's beginning to think that peacetime might actually be trickier - and far more surprising - than he'd bargained for.

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.

Equipoise

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hello, what's your opinion on Rita Skeeter and the prees on the wizarding word?

Like, Rita Skeeter as a character — I love her. I think she's lots of fun, and I always found her incredibly entertaining. She's actually one of the smarter characters in the series and isn't given nearly enough credit for how many things she gets shockingly right (when she cares to write the truth and isn't just after a good story, but even then she's hilarious).

Like, I'd buy her books 100% just for the entertainment value. Like, I wish in the set of the Hogwarts library books like Quidditch Through the Ages and Fantastic Beasts we also had the Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, as in, the whole book.

That being said, like all the press in the Wizarding World, she's crocked as shit.

I mean, The Prophet publishes whatever the minister & Wizengamot tell it to publish. There isn't really freedom of the press since all the large newspapers (yes, even Witch Weekly to a degree) are authorized by the government and push whatever agenda the government wants to push.

Year 5 (and later year 7) are the most glaring examples of that. With Fudge and the ministry going all: "there's no war in Ba-Sung-Se" on Voldemort’s return during Harry's fifth year. Tbh, the moment the official government-founded newspaper started publishing with the intent and purpose of discrediting a 15-year-old more eyebrows should've been raised by literally everyone. Like, no self-respecting would do what they did unless they're lying/hiding something big. (Like, no self-respecting politician with actual power who's secure in their position would do the shit Fudge pulled in year 5. That's like, classic desperation, and grasping to his little remaining power with the skin of his teeth moves. Like, these are moves you do when you know your time's up)

How easy it was for the Death Eaters to take over the press and the ministry is another example of how authoritative the Ministry of Magic, and by extension its press is. They regulate everything from what spells you're allowed to cast, the education, the exams, and travel (portkeys and floo networks can only be set up through a ministry office + apparition license), they regulate the importation and deportation of goods, and almost all of the population works in the ministry or with the ministry in some capacity. They then, of course, control the press completely and the Prophet only publishes what the ministry allows it to publish.

Yes, Rita criticized the ministry after the attack at the Quidditch World Cup (rightfully so, might I add) but that was allowed criticism. You don't see how much control the ministry has over the press when it's business as usual because Fudge knows a story like this would only require a performative slap on some random ministry official's (that isn't him) wrist. It's criticism that affects nothing and doesn't require anything from him, nor does it undermine him personally, so it is allowed. But the moment the ministry needs the Prophet in line, it falls in line. I mean, we see in OotP when Rita doesn't fall in line with the new orders she gets fired:

none other than Rita Skeeter, ex-journalist on the Daily Prophet and one of Hermione’s least favorite people in the world.

(OotP)

(I would give the ministry credit that running a private newspaper like the Quibbler at least isn't illegal. That being said, the bar is at rock bottom).

[dariaastrid]

Hey!

Art by Flyora.

I posted the first chapter of my Russian fic "Wings, ink, love". Check it out on ao3.

"I guess falling in love is like tripping and falling down the stairs. Not exactly a conscious decision."

Or an AU where Hermione is a serious investigative journalist and Draco Malfoy is a Quidditch star seeker. It's a paradoxical combination.

It's a shameless romcom, a quick fix for a broken heart, a tasty toffee after a sour lemon and hot tea if you've been soaked through. In a nutshell, there's enough character motivation to keep you going, but not a great deal. There's a soft femdom element, but it's more of a dynamic! I wrote this pience while being so happy and. inspired, I hope you'll get happy too! All the love!

[wolfpants]

harry potter's most miserable year - chapter one | a drarry bridget jones fic

Roll up roll up, it's the Drarry Bridget Jones adaptation no one asked for!

This concept has been living rent free in my brain for months. I just had to get it out. Thank you so much to my little team of readers and betas: @getawayfox @citrusses @oknowkiss, thank you for indulging my crazy ideas and allowing me to write this nonsense.

Harry Potter's Most Miserable Year | Chapter One

Rating: E Relationships: Harry/Draco (endgame); Harry/Theo; past Draco/OMC, Minor Dean/Ginny, Minor Ron/Hermione, Minor Justin/Ernie, Minor Luna/Neville Tags: Endgame Drarry, EWE, POV Harry, Quidditch, Quidditch Manager Harry, Quidditch Player Draco, Sports Journalist Theo, Romantic Comedy, Romance, Diaries, New Year's Resolutions, Human Disaster Harry, Buttoned-up Draco, (a lot of) smoking, (a lot of) drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Explict Sexual Content, Banter, Pubs, London, Friendship, Charity Balls, Romione's naughty children, Dinner Parties, life in your 30s, Lying/Emotional Deceit, Smear Campaign, Infedeility (but not between Drarry)

After running into Malfoy at a New Year's Day party and overhearing some choice opinions he has on Harry’s character, Harry decides to change his life for good. Quit smoking, drink less, dress better, excel at his brand new role as Puddlemere’s manager, and find a nice, adult man he can settle down with. Sounds easy, right?

“What’s he like, then?” Ron asked a second later, suddenly at Harry’s side, plate piled high with turkey curry and rice.  Harry patted his pockets for his cigarettes. “A dickhead.” Ron laughed heartily. “Ha. I was right.”

read chapter one on ao3

[joannerowling]

Getting real tired of this real life Hermione headcanon 💀💀

It's pointless arguing about this because the hypothetical is ridiculous to begin with, BUT i sincerely doubt Hermione "Quit Divination" Granger, who could barely stand the thought of anything illogical or Luna's nonsense talk without scoffing, would agree with trans ideology - if anything she'd probably be worse than JKR! Anyways, on to debuking:

"Women who are bad are ugly" -> False: Bellatrix is probably the worst person in HP next to Voldemort and Umbridge and is described as beautiful although that beauty has been altered by her prison stay. Narcissa is beautiful (Harry's opinion that her haughty expression makes her look uglier non-whistanding). Rita Skeeter is another character whose attitude revulses Harry and the narrative voice, but she is a fashionable and highly successful journalist, i'd imagine she's got some charm. Basically, people might be good-looking but when the vibe is nefarious it affects the physique. Harry is not objective. As the queen B of Slytherin Pansy is probably pretty enough (for Malfoy to consider dating her), but since she IS so mean, we get unflattering depictions of her.

"Women who are pretty are always mean" -> False. Ginny is pretty, Hermione is pretty enough, Cho is VERY pretty, Lily is beautiful, Tonks is attractive (Harry thinks so, she's just not AS attractive as Fleur, which: no one is! Fleur is supernaturally attractive), Andromeda is as good-looking as her sisters. Even Lavender and the Patil twins, who are very pretty, aren't particularly mean, they're just normal teenagers who probably don't get along with Hermione but don't bully her or anything.

"Shy girls who aren't talkative and are smart are the good guys" -> Who is this refering to? Because Hermione is smart, but she's not shy and she's definitely talkative. In her introduction scene, she speaks non stop for half a page, so much so that Harry immediately notices (and will keep noticing) her big teeth. There aren't that many shy women in JKR's work. Smartness as a sign of goodness… sure, but then again, Umbridge or Bellatrix aren't exactly stupid. It's certain that JKR's heroines are all smart, but like, why would it be bad?

[royalhausblack]

Nott So Different: Chapter 7 - Starting Afresh - UPLOADED NOW!

“But, no. She was curing the wizarding world of injustice journalists, and highlighting the important matters in society. The things people were too dumb – too scared to research, to talk about. Despite everyone having an experience, or knowing someone who has experienced the effects of dark magic on the body, they remain silent. Ignorant. Almost as if they pretend the war never happened.

He looked at her. And for the second time that week, he didn’t see Hermione Granger, know it all.

He saw someone different.

He saw Hermione Granger-Nott, the Brightest Witch of their age.

And that, my friends, fucking scared him.”

AO3

[hpsaffics]

✨ WLW Wed: Cissamione (Part 1) ✨

A biweekly HP femslash rec list made by the lovely members of the HP SAFFICS (18+) discord server. See all previous rec lists in the WLW Library.

Currently: Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black Malfoy (see Part 2) Previously: Ginsy (see list)

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💫 Hella Long (>100k) 💫

Extinction by @rubikanon [M, 200k]

Post-war adventure across the British countryside, Hermione accidentally falls in love with Narcissa Malfoy, classified missions and intrigue and dementors oh my, Ron isn't a jerk (what?! unheard of!), slow burn romance with a Serious Plot.

Blinding Lights by @16-pennies [T, 121k]

Hermione is left prisoner at Malfoy Manor, presumed dead by the Order and her days numbered by the Death Eaters. Against all odds, she discovers an unexpected ally...

The House of Black by Calliopeia419 [E, 102k]

Hermione studies for a PhD in English Literature and Drama, but struggles to pay the rent on the flat. Already drowning in work for her thesis, she contemplates accepting a job at the university library. But her supervisor Andromeda Tonks suggests an alternative - that Hermione take a part-time job with her sister, who runs a 'small clothes shop'...

The Ties that Bind by @belladonnainbloom [E, 102k]

Finally fed up with the useless advice of healers, Hermione is sure she'll never be able to remove the scar left on her arm by Bellatrix's knife. In a last act of desperation, she seeks out Narcissa Malfoy, now a veritable recluse after the war, in the hopes that she might know something… anything that could help.

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Secrets of Stonehenge by Asgerthedemon [E, 82.6k]

Once again [Hermione] must save the world from mortal peril, so another Monday at the office. With the help of her friends and new girlfriend Narcissa, she faces off against the Creatures of Chaos, grudge holding journalists and a possessive ex. How will she make it through this trying time?

Dressed in Black by @habren [M, 31.3k]

Trapped in different cages, a surprising request leads to a series of Friday evening meetings that change Hermione's and Narcissa's lives forever.

She's Just a Boy by @looktotheedges [T, 28.8k]

Draco has been given a task by the Dark Lord. A task he can't refuse... Well. Narcissa Malfoy shan't let her son become a killer... She'll do anything for her son... Take his place at Hogwarts...and do the deed herself. Although she had not anticipated being a teenage boy being quite so difficult.

Sonnets & Submission by @storyof-eden [E, 26.5k]

Hermione was just twelve years old when she decided she would follow Harry Potter anywhere. At thirty, she never would've imagined it would lead where it did. To a BDSM club in the middle of London. To kneeling on the floor by her Mistress. To falling in love.

Silhouette by @maraudersaffair, SecondSilk, @sunflower-swan [E, 25.2k] WITH ART!

After the war, Narcissa is down and out and working as a seamstress when Hermione asks her to be her personal dressmaker. Narcissa agrees... The problem is Narcissa can't stop thinking about what it would be like to shag Hermione.

Love in the Eye of a Storm by @rattlesoft [M, 24.3k]

After the war, Narcissa Malfoy spends all of her time holed up in Malfoy Manor. Growing more and more dissatisfied, she takes a holiday to a mysterious island that promises no contact with the outside world. There, she encounters someone else in similar circumstances and a threat straight from her nightmares.

you say they're beautiful (but i can't breathe) by @evadwrites [T, 11.5k]

“It’s stupid,” Narcissa announces when Bella is finished talking. “Why would anyone choose to die for somebody who doesn’t love them back?”... It’s not until Narcissa falls in love with Hermione Granger that she knows for sure: she would let love kill her in a heartbeat.

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