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Snippet from my WIP TAKE NO PRISONERS

(A post-Hogwarts Bodyguard AU feat Auror Malfoy and Minister Granger)

‘I didn’t know Macmillan played for the other team.’

Draco positioned himself next to Nott who was shamelessly staring across the salon, his eyes fixed on the blonde, burly man clad in ostentatiously expensive purple robes amid a throng of Sacred Twenty-Eighters.

‘Don’t be so frightfully conservative. Nobody cares about that sort of thing anymore,’ Nott said.

‘Wasn’t he married?’

‘The operative word being “was”. He was married. And anyway. People can swing both ways, can’t they?’

Draco nipped at his champagne, watching Macmillan move from one boring group of rich pure-bloods to the next, shaking hands here and there.

‘Aren’t you forgetting something rather important?’ he said.

‘And what would that be?’

‘That she died. He’s a widower.’

‘Oh. That,’ Nott returned as though that was an utterly inconsequential piece of information. ‘It’s been a whole year since, hasn’t it?’

‘Another man might say, it’s been just a year, considering—’

‘Pish,’ Theo said and continued his shameless staring.

Draco did the same, though considerably less conspicuously.

He noted that, although Macmillan was outwardly invested in making small talk—he seemed to be a keen conversationalist—, the way he gripped his Champagne coupe and frequently glanced around the room told quite another story.

‘Doesn’t this seem a tad… inappropriate to you?’ Draco asked.

Nott pulled his gaze from Macmillan to face Draco.

‘Are you joking?’ He lifted an eyebrow.

‘Why on earth would you say that?’

‘Well, you must be,’ Nott said, ‘because I’ve never heard you say anything quite so ridiculous.’

Draco snorted.

Nott eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then directed his attention back to Macmillan.

‘That bloody job is getting to you. I knew it was a bad idea to spend all that time around Potter.’

Draco who thought that, rather than Potter, Granger ought to be blamed for the advent of any or all scruples, chuckled, which resulted in another odd look by Nott.

‘Something IS the matter with you,’ he said. ‘What is it, Malfoy?’

‘Nothing,’ Draco answered before having even pondered the question.

‘What’s what with Malfoy?’ a female voice said.

Pansy had appeared on Nott’s other side, a coupe in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other.

‘Nott’s about to make an absolute tit out of himself,’ Draco said as Pansy topped up their glasses. ‘I’m doing my best to prevent the worst.’

‘Doesn’t Nott always make an absolute tit out of himself?’ Pansy said.

‘Ha!’ Theo said.

‘Can’t argue with that,’ Draco said, smirking.

‘In that case,’ Theo continued, his chipper attitude once more restored, ‘What’s your opinion on Macmillan’s…. preference, Pansy?’

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My headcanon about Hermione’s trip to France is that her dad dragged her and her mother to Monet's garden:

‘Aren’t you getting motion sickness, darling,’ her mum asked, while manoeuvring their hire car out of the narrow historical centre of Caen, where they had been staying in since yesterday.

‘You know I don’t.’

‘We’ll have to engage in different tactics to make her talk with us,’ her dad joked, and her mum snorted. ‘Maybe I’ll have to keep snapping pictures of her.’ His camera clicked and Hermione protested, cowering behind Marguerite Malavesse.

‘Oh, just leave her be, Richard.’

‘Shan’t. I cannot stand idly by as our only daughter grows up without a trace of evidence!’ He shook his head and his brown curls bounced.

‘You know I hate being photographed,’ Hermione said, pouting. ‘I’ve told you a thousand times!’

‘And I’ve told you a thousand times that it’s extremely silly.’

‘It’s not,’ Hermione retorted hotly. ‘If you’d just let me shrink my teeth, I’ll happily grin like a loon in every bloody picture!’

‘We’ve discussed this, Hermione,’ her mum said seriously. ‘This is our field of expertise, and we know what’s best for your health. You’ll keep wearing your braces. You can decide differently as soon as you’re of age.’

‘Only three more years then,’ Hermione mumbled under her breath.

‘Three?’ Her parents exchanged looks of surprise. ‘You mean four.’

‘No, it’s three. In the wizarding world, we’re of age when we turn seventeen. Professor McGonnagall told you, remember?’

Her mum frowned. ‘Still. It’s awfully early...’

‘If you consider what I can do even now,’ Hermione said, ‘conjure fire or water, or transfigure living things, it’s only logical to accept responsibility earlier. Aside from the fact that we’re leaving school when most are eighteen anyway, it would be massively inconvenient having to ask your parents for permission for all sorts of things while you’re supposed to be a working adult.’

Her mum pressed her lips together but didn’t say anything more.

‘Which makes it much more important that I capture your childhood as long as I can,’ her father said, snapping another picture.

‘Oh, Dad,’ Hermione muttered and pulled up her book again. ‘You’re wasting your film.’

‘Nope. Still got five rolls, and I can always buy more.’

Hermione groaned. She didn’t think it was possible, but her dad had grown even more excited about photography and, consequently, had dragged them to all sorts of places for their photogenic appeal alone. Monet’s garden in Giverny had been a magical experience for all of them. The modernist architecture of Le Havre, on the other hand, had been the source of some discussion.

The only thing that he was equally as excited about was getting Hermione to take up photography herself. He’d not yet given up hope of impressing upon her the importance of art.

From The Seven Year Witch, Ch. 5

Monet's Garden, Giverny, France ( via )

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Bedtime Stories

An ordinary day in Wiltshire comes to a close. DRACO’s putting his two children, eight-year-old SCORPIUS and ten-year-old PENELOPE, to bed. HERMIONE and GINNY are watching from the doorway.

SCORPIUS: Please, daddy!

PENELOPE: Noooo! He's told that one a million times already!

SCORPIUS: But it's my turn. And I want that one!

       PENELOPE folds her arms, protesting.

DRACO (stroking PENELOPE's hair): Don't be cross, my darling. You get to pick a story tomorrow!

       PENELOPE calms down.

GINNY: I didn't believe Harry, but he really is brilliant with them.

HERMIONE: I know…

HERMIONE smiles at DRACO who returns her gaze in a way that can only be described as "smouldering".

GINNY (grinning): You two are revolting.

HERMIONE (wistful): And you don't even know the story of the dangerous sorceress who held him captive on an island, for weeks and weeks… (GINNY snickers.) Ah, our honeymoon...

SCORPIUS: Yes, that one!

PENELOPE: I want to hear it, too!

       DRACO glares at HERMIONE and GINNY who break into peals of laughter.

DRACO: Now, look what you've done, witch!

HERMIONE (apologetically, to her kids): How about the one where daddy fights the Cantankerous Cyclops?

       SCORPIUS and PENELOPE break into cheers. DRACO looks a bit hesitant; ultimately, his kids wear him down.

GINNY: Which one is that?

HERMIONE: That was during the war, at Grimmauld Place. It's a good one!

DRACO: I'm telling the story! (clears his throat)

       SCORPIUS and PENELOPE settle under the covers, listening attentively.

DRACO: A long time ago, our hero, the handsome and quick-witted Dragon Prince--

       GINNY snorts.

DRACO (louder): --is having a difficult time. He's slain a vicious, two-headed monster--

HERMIONE (whispering): Nagini and Bathilda Bagshot.

      GINNY shudders.

DRACO: --which he and his companions only survive by the skin of their teeth. He returns to his castle, where he throws himself into the arms of his maiden. She's his only confidante, and as such, they can't bear to be apart.

SCORPIUS: Ugh!

PENELOPE: Aw!

GINNY: That's the censored version, yeah?

      HERMIONE smirks.

DRACO: But danger's not over. Suddenly, the Cantankerous Cyclops bursts into their room. He’s suspicious and quarrelsome, and threatens to transfigure our hero into a teeny-tiny rabbit--

      SCORPIUS, PENELOPE and GINNY all gasp.

DRACO: Without his wand, our hero is helpless against the foe, when out of nowhere, an old, wise crone--

HERMIONE: Draco!

DRACO: alright, alright, not crone--goddess strides into the room. 'How dare you threaten our hero,' she cries. ‘He’s innocent!’ She wields her wand with furious justice, banning the Cyclops, never to return.

The kids cheer, all thought of sleep soundly forgotten. DRACO starts reading proper bedtime stories to calm them.

HERMIONE and GINNY return downstairs.

GINNY: So, Mad-Eye caught the two of you shagging like bunnies, hence him wanting to transfigure Malfoy into one?

HERMIONE (grins): He thought Draco’d imperiused me.

GINNY: And McGonagall stepped in? Unbelievable!

HERMIONE: I know! Minerva saving Draco from Transfiguration punishment, again?

GINNY: No, I mean...

      (grabs Hermione by the shoulder, staring at her)

      McGonagall saw you two bloody starkers???

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Writing a Damione canon story

How it started:

How it's going

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Thank you to whoever recommended The Seven Year Witch (again) 😭🥰😭 Have a visual sneak-peek of next chapter, 1998 part one! 💖📸

Best Draco/Hermione Fics Dramione Shippers Read in 2021

A few weeks ago, I asked you what were the best Dramione fics you’d read in 2021. Here’s the long list of your excellent, marvellous, fantastic recs (in alphabetical order):

A House in the Country by BoredRavenvlaw620: “That’s it, just no. I’ve done my duty to the Wizarding world. I gave up my childhood, I gave up my dreams, and for what… a tiny cubicle in which I put the Ministry stamp on endless permits. No more. I quit. Effective immediately. I think you’ll find I have ample vacation saved up. I’ll owl human resources on where they can send my check.”She spent her childhood fighting a war she didn’t start. Now life is passing her by. What will she find when she makes choices not based off expectation? T, 12 Chapters, 25,871 Words

A Week to Atone (a Hogwarts-era series) by real_jane: Hermione gives Draco a week to atone for all the hurt he caused her for the last seven years. Atonement only scratches the surface of what he does for her. 7 Works, 28,040 Words

A Well-Behaved Woman by femme_ecrivain: Astoria Greengrass can’t remember a time when she didn’t know she would one day be a Malfoy. Her entire life has been focused on one thing only: becoming the perfect wife to the scion of Wizarding society’s most prominent Pureblood family. Not even a war can get in the way of that goal—but her fiancé’s feelings for Hermione Granger just might. On the evening of her engagement ball Astoria’s world is rocked to its foundations and she finds herself facing some difficult decisions. But if there’s one thing she’s learned from Hermione (and Draco) it’s that well-behaved women rarely make history. And sometimes the drastic choice is the only one to make. T, 3 Chapters, 12,229 Words

A Woman of Independent Means by PacificRimbaud: In London, 1851, Draco Malfoy, Earl of Wiltshire, has been tasked with gifting the British Museum with a bequest from his grandfather’s estate. Simple enough, but for the mysterious contents of the gift, and the museum staff assigned to receive it. M, 1 Chapter, 5,023 Words

Adrift by In_Dreams: Life is closing in on all sides and Draco Malfoy is drowning in expectations. Something has to give. A chance encounter with Hermione Granger infuses his life with something new―but she doesn’t even remember her own name. E, 45 Chapters, 177,855 Words

An Apparition Condition by ChaosAndCrumpets: Every time Hermione Granger is in close proximity to Draco Malfoy, she is seized by a sudden urge to flee his presence. What on earth could be the reason for that? E, 4 Chapters, 9,538 Words

Anchors In A Storm by inadaze22: Draco’s current mistake—well, it wasn’t simply one, but three—was a chain of seemingly unconnected events that, when spliced together just so, made one hell of a shit storm. E, 9 Chapters, 30,442 Words

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Blown away that this little drabble won me a second place in this week's @dramioneldws ! Hera was such a difficult prompt, and there were so many outstanding entries! Do check them out!

You can find my own drabble on AO3 here (as well as drabbles for past rounds/weeks).

Mimicry

A mother sees all;

her child’s deeds, needs, thoughts, dreams.

Thus, a mother must act.

And act, Narcissa does.

~*~*~

The Law passes on a Thursday in June; Draco’s birthday. He storms into the Breakfast Room, wielding the papers as though they’re a crime against wizardkind.

He isn’t wrong. But these days, his well-being supersedes her convictions (the war’s left its mark).

His protestations wane. They’re half-hearted, anyway. After all, The Law’s a gift.

~*~*~

When the Granger Girl steps out of the Floo the following week, she doesn’t wear white.

So, she says without greeting, where shall we consummate?

Draco gapes. Narcissa sympathises. She, too, has presumed her to fight tooth and nail.

Having received no response, the girl surveys her surroundings. Tall windows frame the magnificent view of a pride of pearl-white peafowl fluttering amongst her rosebushes.

Rather plain and joyless-looking, aren’t they? Her tone is rude, disapproving, and Narcissa has to remind herself that this is for Draco.

There’s no rush, Narcissa responds graciously, Plenty of time for a romantic stroll through the grounds. What do you think, Draco?

No, interrupts the Granger Girl. Best get it over and done with.

Despite herself, Narcissa leaves them to themselves.

Draco’s cross-eyed expression the next morning eases her concern.

Not for long, though.

Day after day, a blissed-out Draco breaks his fast while his young wife almost immediately absconds to the library, where she spends all her spare time. But each night, just as The Law compels them, they go to bed. The desired consequence, however, remains elusive, rendering the marriage fragile.

Around Christmas, Narcissa resolves to act. Attempts to verify their nightly activities remain futile (she merely acquires a begrudging admiration for her daughter-in-law’s Warding Spells). A solution requires ingenuity.

~*~*~

The next morning, Narcissa Malfoy’s gone. In her stead, two peacocks have appeared — colourful ones with large eyespots decorating their plumage.

“Christmas present from my mother,” Draco reads from the card.

“The real gift is her absence,” Hermione mumbles and disappears into the library.

Her case against The Law is almost air-tight.

That night, as Hermione prepares Draco’s nightcap, the new peacocks are sitting in front of their windows, displaying. Their eyespots sparkle like diamonds in the wintery dark. Thinking nothing of it, she drugs Draco as she always does, before planting memories of them shagging like bunnies. She works a bit more, then goes to bed.

Hermione wakes to the sight of Narcissa Malfoy’s stone-cold eyes and a raised wand.

A mother sees,

and a mother acts

is the last thing she hears.

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It's WIP Wednesday! I'm running a poll over on my twitter to determine which fic to pick for a snippet 😊 2 hours left to help me chose!

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Thanks so much for the rec! 🥰

The Seven Year Witch

Author: TheLastLynx

Rating: M

Genre: slow burn, hogwarts AU, multichap

Summary: A boy and a girl have been meeting – coincidentally – for seven summers. While they pretty much hate one another most of the year, for those secret summer moments, they manage to see each other in a different light. But will that be enough to bring them together?

A Dramione story about growing up and changing perspective, told along - and in-between - the lines of canon.

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Chapter 3 "Princess" of It's Hermione, Thanks is up!

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Malfoy, who at the beginning of the year had seemed a complete mystery to her, was starting to become decipherable. Though his face remained careful and collected most of the time, there was something about his eyes that gave a pretty good hint of whether he was in a good or a bad mood.

And then there were his hands.

Malfoy had very expressive hands.

Often, when he was thinking, he was playing with his signet ring. Sometimes his wand hand would do tiny little jerky movements. But when a situation became dire, when he was stressed or annoyed, his hands went completely still. Hermione surmised that he’d been taught not to give away when he was upset. How ironic that it was exactly that what made him an open book.

As they walked together, Hermione glanced at his hands: they appeared to be completely relaxed; a contradiction to his otherwise stiff posture.

“You mustn’t be disappointed. It’s a hard spell to master,” she said.

His left eyebrow lifted ever so slightly. “Granger. I know you’re trying to be nice but—”

“I’m not. It is genuinely difficult.”

Malfoy didn’t respond. Instead, he took a large step. “Careful, Granger.”

Hermione jumped just in time to avoid being stuck in a disappearing step. “Thanks,” she murmured.

He didn’t meet her gaze. He just nodded.

Silently, they continued down the stairs.

“It’s a lot harder for me, too, these days, you know,” Hermione said into the quiet as they reached the fourth-floor landing.

Malfoy remained mute.

“For a while, I couldn’t even—” she swallowed; she didn’t want to think of that time during the summer when she’d felt as though she’d been perpetually enclosed by Dementors. “What I mean is, it’s hard. It’s a really hard bit of magic, even under normal circumstances. You’ll manage. I know you will.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“You will! I’m serious!”

“You were in class. You heard what Professor Soteria said. Dark wizards aren’t able to cast a Patronus.”

Hermione gave a delicate snort. “And you’re a dark wizard, are you?”

Again, Malfoy didn’t say a thing for a few long moments.

“You seem to be the only person to think otherwise,” he said finally.

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The Seven Year Witch: 1998 (sneak peak)

I know, it's been literal ages, but I am working hard on the grand finale of The Seven Year Witch !

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As proof, have a sneak peek of what's to come 💕📸💕:

‘Mr Malfoy, look this way!’

‘Look here, Mr Malfoy!’

‘A smile, if you please, Mr Malfoy!’

A horde of reporters had clustered around Draco. He was standing in the middle of the Wizengamot courtroom, looking thinner and paler than Hermione remembered him ever being. Most striking though was his expression of utter shock.

‘How do you feel after your acquittal?’

‘Any thoughts on the judgement?’

‘Did you know that Mr Potter and Miss Granger would testify on your behalf?’

‘What’s your relationship with the Golden Trio?’

‘What are your plans for your freedom?’

‘Smile for the camera, Mr Malfoy, smile—’

‘Can’t believe it,’ Ron muttered under his breath over the rattling and clicking of camera shutters. He shook his head and threw a dark look towards the centre of the room, where Malfoy was no longer visible amongst the horde of journalists and flashing camera lights. ‘Wanker got off far too easy. Would’ve been the chance to teach him! Twat!’

Hermione bit her lip. Even though Ron knew her position, she was achingly aware that their already strained relationship couldn’t sustain yet another honest confession.

‘I would’ve thought you to be on his side by now,’ Harry said quietly. He looked even more exhausted than usual. Since the start of the Death Eater Trials in July, he was practically living in the Wizengamot chambers. And if he wasn’t giving testimony, he was either aiding Kingsley and the Aurors, or being interviewed by the Unspeakables about all the peculiar magic related to the Fall of Voldemort.

‘How’d you figure that?’ Ron snapped.

Hermione and Harry glanced at one another for the tiniest fraction of a moment, but Ron still caught on. He turned beet-red and glared in the opposite direction.

Hope you enjoyed that! 💕 A massive thanks goes to all the readers for your patience and support, and a particular shout-out to those who haven't let up with their love and encouragement, like @sri1997, @a-hogwarts-fantasy, @fedonciadale, @dans2k21 and the other lovely commenters on AO3 💕📸💕

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FANFIC MASTERPOST

Works in Progress

It's Hermione, Thanks

Collab with @king-geets

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Rated M. - 3/7 chapters. - Genre: P with P, Humour.

Tags: Hogwarts 8th-Year, study partners, Enemies to lovers, friendships, medium burn, hormonal teenagers, P with P.

Projected Word Count: currently 11k from ~25k

Summary:

The plan was this: return to Hogwarts, aim for eight O.s, move on with life.

But when McGonagall summons Hermione, her co-head Justin along with the other seven and eighth-year prefects for an extraordinary meeting ahead of term, she just knows the other shoe’s about to drop. And indeed: on the eve of September 1st, Hermione finds herself working to fit Draco Malfoy into her schedule.

Between Ginny (who has her own schemes), Justin (whose actions becomes odder by the day), and Mandy (whom Hermione never thought of as an enemy before), will Hermione manage to retain her sanity, whilst restoring some sense of normality for once— despite Malfoy being around, day in, day out?

Update schedule: pure chaos, but I'm aiming for weekly-ish.

Snippets:

“I must say, Granger, I’m surprised.”

Draco lowered his voice; Hermione edged closer to hear what he had to say.

“I never pegged you for a prude,” he whispered, and her entire body thrummed with the force of her heartbeat slamming against her chest.

“I—” She licked her lips; her mouth had run completely dry. “I’m not,” she finished stubbornly, but about an octave too high.

“Then how would you —how’d you phrase it?— 'Do whatever one pleases'? ” Draco pressed, still whispering. “As a good girl.”

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Rating is changed (M) and chapter 10 is up!

Only 1 more until the story is complete...

The Seven Year Witch

Author: @thelastlynx Beta: ribbonofsunshine Artist: @quintalon Fandom(s): Harry Potter Main Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger Rating: Teen and Up Summary: A boy and a girl have been meeting – coincidentally – for seven summers. While they pretty much hate one another most of the year, for those secret summer moments, they manage to see each other in a different light. But will that be enough to bring them together? Link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/BigBang2020/works/15835848

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Roses

‘You smell like roses.’

‘Rubbish.’ Hermione snorted. ‘Utter rubbish.’

Draco looked up at her, smug and extremely pleased with himself despite his somewhat uncharacteristic sitting arrangement on the carpet, at her feet. 'I'm being totally serious!’

‘It’s a lie and a bloody bad one too, since it’s the most clichéd, most insincere thing you could’ve gone with. Soap? All right. French cheese? Likely— but roses?’ She laughed and shook her head so energetically that her dark curls whipped against the sofa, almost propelling the strewn cushions to the floor.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something else. ‘Would I ever dare to lie at you, Ms Granger?’

‘Would? What wouldn’t you do to get into my knickers, Mr Malfoy!’

His grin broadened. ‘And you haven’t even seen half of my repertoire yet!’ He wet his lips.

She threw a pillow at him, and he ducked, laughing. Pulling her legs closer to his face again, he inhaled. ‘No. Definitely roses.’

Hermione laughed, her fingers threading through his silver strands. ‘Oh shut up, and keep doing what— ohhhhh!’

A wayward cushion bounced to the floor. Moments later, the others followed.

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The Seven Year Witch: 1998 (sneak peek 2)

I just gave poor @sri1997 a heart-attack, so this sneak peek is for her and whoever else was misled to believe I had updated today—SORRY! Anyway, December is a perfect time for old endings and new beginnings, so let's just keep it a that... 😝

Hermione must have sat like that for a while, lost in the present, for as she came back to it, the table next to her was deserted. She picked up the newspaper the man had left behind and skimmed the pages.

Something on the Good Friday referendum.

A commentary on Tony Blair’s new appointment as Leader of the House of Lords.

…and France had just won the World Cup; at home, too.

She perused the article. Her dad must have been–

Her throat constricted suddenly and painfully, and she took several steadying breaths.

One Year.

What a difference a single year made.

A year ago, she’d been part of a happy family of three, sharing a pint, discussing the film they’d just enjoyed together. The image of her dad raving about The Fifth Element remained clear in her mind, while her mum had been his polar opposite, pensive and almost melancholy. She could practically still hear her dad’s enthusiasm as he lectured about all the film references. But nothing hit her harder than the memory of her discussion with her mother about the power of love.

Hermione blinked, swallowing thickly around that lump which seemed to be eternally stuck there these days.

She took a large sip of her beer.

If you've missed my first sneak peek, you can find it here. If you haven't read the story yet, you can do that on [AO3 | FFN | wattpad].