#making house elf clothes with hermione granger

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

I feel like it isn't talked about nearly enough that Harry freed Kreacher.

And I'm realizing that's because no one else, literally no one I've talked to in this fandom in the last seventeen years, interpreted the scene that way. But when I first read DH, I picked up on it immediately.

Because Harry unequivocally does free Kreacher when he gives him Regulus' locket, and I think that's so important. I get why you might disagree, because they never actually state in the dialogue that Kreacher is free. It's all subtext. You might also say that jewelry is different from clothing, but I don't think we have enough examples to rule it out. (Lucius was tricked into freeing Dobby with a sock that wasn't even his. Far as I'm concerned, if you can wear it, then it counts.)

Harry freed Dobby without hesitation, and why wouldn't he? The sweet little guy was miserable, trapped in servitude to the evil Malfoys. But Kreacher? He was the racist little bastard that betrayed Sirius, Sirius, to the Death Eaters, and had a hand in his death. Of course Harry hated him. Even in OOTP, the point is made that Kreacher cannot be freed, even if Sirius would love to be rid of him, because he simply knows too much information, and they need to keep him bound in service so that he can't pass it on.

In this, we see that Harry's status as an ally to the House Elves is conditional. He wasn't even raised in the magical world like Ron, there's no reason for him to see Elf Slavery as okay, but he just accepts it as part of the magical world because the elves are "happy" and writes off Hermione's campaign as one of her many obsessions. Ron didn't take it seriously, so neither did Harry. He was happy to free Dobby, but to him Dobby was a special case.

Then comes the tale of Regulus. Harry is told all about a Death Eater who had a change of heart for no other reason than because he loved Kreacher, and Voldemort tortured Kreacher, leaving him for dead. Harry cannot fathom it - after all, this is Kreacher. The monster who betrayed Sirius. But Sirius mistreated Kreacher at every turn, something that Harry laughed off because Kreacher was so unpleasant - but it doesn't change the fact that Sirius was literally Kreacher's master, and he regularly abused him. It's not like it's Kreacher's fault that Sirius was abused himself, or that Sirius had to return to Grimmauld Place.

Seeing Kreacher utterly break down was uncomfortable for Harry, because it forced him to confront an uncomfortable truth that conflicted with the worldview he'd set up for himself about the Elves - and about Sirius. Even twenty years later, Kreacher is still attempting to self-harm after failing to follow Regulus' orders, and it's safe to assume Regulus didn't tell him to do that.

At this point, Hermione breaks down too, and she asks them - Harry and Ron - to see what she sees. "Oh don't you see how sick it is, how they've got to obey?" And for the first time, Harry sees it. On a grand scale, he sees it. It's raw, it's awkward, it's painful to confront. But Harry comes to realize that Hermione is right. (As in most things.) Slavery is not okay, no matter the context. The House Elves should be free. Not just the nice ones like Dobby, but even the nasty ones like Kreacher. Because he sees Kreacher trying to "punish himself" just as Dobby has done many times...and I think it hits Harry that no one deserves that.

So he takes a chance. Because freeing Kreacher is still a risk. It gives him back his autonomy. He knows all kinds of information. He knows that Regulus stole the Locket, and that Harry is hunting for it too. If Kreacher were to turn around and backstab the Golden Trio, if Voldemort learned what he knew, everything would be lost. And Kreacher could do that. But Harry chooses to believe that he won't. And he recognizes that even that risk is no excuse to keep a slave.

Cause here's the thing. Even if jewelry "doesn't count" (highly debatable imo) that doesn't mean Harry would know that. So far as he knows, he's giving Kreacher something to wear, and he has personal experience with what that means to Elves. The entire scene reads like Kreacher is being freed. Call it a headcanon if you must but I have believed this for years.

Yes, Kreacher stayed in Grimmauld Place. Of course he did. He loves it there, that's his home. Where is he going to go? And yes, he continues to serve Harry after this and even calls him "Master." Because that's what he knows. I'm not saying Harry broke the conditioning. That kind of thing would take years. If she'd been allowed to, Winky would have carried on serving The Crouches after her dismissal. But the important thing is, Harry gave Kreacher the locket. Whatever enchantment it was that bound Kreacher in service to Harry would have broken when Harry gave him the locket.

I know everyone loves to mock the moment at the end when Harry's first thought after defeating Voldemort is whether or not his slave will bring him a sandwich, but, guys. It's a throwaway line about a sandwich. Harry isn't going to order Kreacher to do it. At most he's going to ask. Kreacher is old, and pretty set in his ways. Deprogramming might not even be possible for him at this point. But everything we see of their relationship following Regulus' tale shows Harry respecting Kreacher as a friend, not a slave. He gave Kreacher his autonomy back by freeing him, and, when Kreacher made the choice to stay, Harry treated him with kindness.

This is actually blowing my mind because for so many years I just took this as a given but I realized I'd never seen anyone else talking about it and it turns out I'm in the minority for interpreting it this way? It just seemed so straightforward to me...

[dramioneasks]

hello! can you recommend any good healer!hermione x auror!draco? thank you!!!

Random recs:

The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Asilynn - E, 41 chapters, Words: 247,518 - 8 years after the war, Hermione is a single parent working as a healer for St. Mungo’s. When tragedy strikes the hospital and former Death Eaters and their families are being hunted, Hermione is thrown into a mystery like none before. When a web of lies are exposed, Hermione finds herself putting her trust in none other than single father and Auror, Draco Malfoy. Hermione and Draco have to learn to trust one another despite their rocky shared history. As more secrets are uncovered, Hermione and Draco work together and along the way find family, friendship, and a spark of magic.

Growing Sideways - CatchCathWriting - E, 21 chapters - After escaping to France after the Wizarding War, Hermione Granger finds herself back on British soil with no direction in life. As she finds her way, old dramas haunt her and Hermione Granger soldiers on as she has always done, until she breaks down. As she rebuilds herself, she finds support from the most unlikely of people. And she can’t keep her eyes off of Draco Malfoy as they work together to try and close his Auror case that has been open for too long.

Tentacular - Kayka - E, 8 chapters - Auror Draco Malfoy suffers a mishap that renders him alarmingly altered. Lead Healer Hermione Granger has never been one to step down from a challenge, though this tentacle-y little problem may be the first to actually get the best of her.

My Best Friends’ Best Friend Draco Malfoy - GreenInk_RedLetters - M, 19 chapters - "Look, we obviously don’t get along.“ Malfoy rose a brow. "But Harry is my best friend and for some miraculous reason he’s decided to trust you so I’m proposing a truce." Malfoy crossed his arms. "A…truce?" ”Yes. No insulting my hair or my clothes OR my work habits.“ He looked like he wanted to interrupt her. "And I won’t intentionally insult your necessity for a house elf or your slimy personality." "In the same breath you’ve managed to propose a truce AND insult me.” He paused. “Very Slytherin of you.” Hermione ignored him. "Truce? For the sake of our friends?“ He smirked. "Alright.” Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t expected it to be that easy. A true enemies-to-lovers Dramione story, with an added twist of the rest of Hermione’s friends having already adopted Draco into their group. But when the pair form a timid truce to work together to assist in Harry’s proposal to Ginny…maybe seeds of friendship (or something more) will start to bloom. Features classic Draco snark, humor, alcohol-induced decision making, and perhaps someone not hating the other *quite* as much as they’d previously alluded to.

It Never Really Ended - Snd0327 - E, 38 chapters, Words: 132,130  - When Hermione decided to be a Healer, she never would have expected that seven years later she’d be helping hunt down Death Eaters (and maybe even a Dark Lord) with Draco Malfoy. This is a work in progress, and the tags are updated as the story evolves. If you’re reading while I’m writing, please make sure you check the tags before starting on a new chapter. New Chapters will post on Sunday or Mondays depending on when it manages to come together and my lone beta has a chance to read it.

Shades of Grey by EmilieJane - M, 19 chapters - Hermione Granger had a few ethical dilemmas in her lifetime. Informally being Draco Malfoy’s Mind Healer just happened to be one of those.**I do not condone relationships between a therapist and their clients - this is just for fictional giggles and shameless dramione**

-Lisa

[writetimewrongmuse]

Anything For You, Miss Granger.

Day 1 of #Kinktober: Power Imbalance

He’d spent another night sleeping at the office.

Her office.

She hadn’t asked him to — but he had, anyway — in the hopes she would notice how committed he was to her (cause, that is).

His back groaned as he rolled off her hideous sofa, and he only managed a half-hearted ironing charm on his clothes. He knew for a fact she hardly remembered what she had for breakfast most days. She wouldn’t notice that he hadn’t changed his clothes from the day before. In fact, he was certain she wouldn’t notice if one day he sat across from her entirely disrobed — not that he thought about that — only sometimes, occasionally, every other night before he fell asleep.

Regardless, he did a full cleansing routine in her private lavatory, and rearranged her agenda so not a moment went unaccounted for (Merlin forbid she take a moment to breathe, or look at him).

Truly, he hadn’t expected anything else when he’d applied to work under the Hermione Granger at the Ministry of Magic. In fact, it was the reason he had owled in his resume using a pseudonym — his own would have gotten him a steadfast ‘no’ — despite his extensive educational pursuits and double mastery in Runic Translations & Potions.

Hermione Granger had hired a young, bright man named Dray Noir only to find her new assistant was none other than Draco Malfoy.

She had not been pleased, to say the least. Had Percy not been around, Draco was quite sure he would have to go to St. Mungo’s for an urgent obstruction removal. But she had conceded, and he had managed to retain a job that paid him a pittance compared to what he would be paid working anywhere outside of the Ministry.

With her.

Draco had wondered when she’d ask him, why? But for the brightest witch of her age, she was rather — a dumb bint.

She had not asked.

Neither did she see.

It drove Draco positively insane.

Yes, he’d bullied her for six years, but for the past six months, had he not made his true intentions clear every single day?

How many cups of coffee, fresh croissants from the Manor and fresh flowers (for a rather dull and tawdry office) was a man to buy before a witch realised the wizard (working for a pittance, must he reiterate) wanted her?

Six months worth and counting, supposedly.

She walked in, as usual, two minutes after he had placed all three for her on her desk. They went, unsurprisingly, ignored.

“Malfoy, where are the translations for the house-elf blood oath?”

“On your desk.”

“Where on my desk?”

Right next to the snowdrops. “Right beside the flower vase.”

“Oh, excellent. And, oh, these are all translated.” He’d only spent the whole night doing them. “Did they come translated?”

“No.” She nodded, grabbing her Styrofoam coffee cup and taking a long sip that made her chest heave (only slightly, but since he did use his eyes, he noticed) as her fingers traced over his fine penmanship.

“Excellent, this will make negotiations much easier.” She looked up at him. “Do you need something from me, Malfoy?”

Ah, his cue to leave, and sit outside — for someone who had taken this job for the sole reason of being able to look at her, it was positively criminal how little he actually got to.

“No, Miss Granger.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, peering up at him from between thick, chestnut lashes that curved devilishly to frame her large, gold-flecked eyes.

He stilled beneath the weight of her full attention. He felt thirteen again, running away from a girl who had both punched him so she would not see what else she had given him—the black eye had been far more preferable, in hindsight.

That at least had dissipated with liberal use of bruise paste — liberally doing anything with his erection had landed him here, right now — which was nowhere.

“Do you require something more?”

“Maybe.” She said, her eyes drifting to the clock above her fireplace. “I didn’t sleep very well last night. Would you massage my shoulders for me?”

Draco blinked, certain he'd misheard. "Sorry?"

She leaned back in her chair, tilting her head to expose the graceful curve of her neck. "My shoulders are terribly tense. A massage would be lovely, thank you, Mr Malfoy."

He hesitated. This was uncharted territory. But he certainly did not need to be asked twice.

He stepped forward cautiously, his eyes never wavering from her fingers as she pulled her hair over one shoulder, her curls cascading down her chest. "Go ahead."

He placed his hands gently on her, the warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her satin blouse divesting him of all rationale

What was he supposed to be doing, again?

A massage, right. That was easy — if only he could remember how to move his hands.

“Mr Malfoy.”

“Yes, Miss Granger.” Draco said, his fingers beginning to knead softly. His heart pounded erratically, each beat echoing in his ears. This close, the subtle fragrance of cinnamon and sugar enveloped him, clouding his thoughts even further.

"You're quite good at this," she murmured, her voice coming out in a sultry caress that made him think it would be worth it, if she adopted the flobberworm that he was. She did have a soft spot for pitiful creatures — and Draco was nothing if not that.

"I aim to please." He said tightly, leaning away from her as blood rushed down his body.

“Do you now?”

“Have I been lacking?” He swallowed.

She turned slightly, allowing him a better view of her profile. "Not at all. In fact, you've been quite... attentive."

"I'm glad to hear that."

She leaned back into his touch, her head resting lightly against his chest. "But I can't help but wonder why someone with your credentials would settle for being my assistant."

"I... appreciate the opportunity to work closely with you,” he said cautiously, his finger treading carefully around the cowl neckline of her blouse.

She tilted her head up, her curls brushing against his chin.

“With me?”

His pulse quickened. "Of course."

“I was under the impression it was working under me that had been your intention.” Her lip curled up to one corner as Draco blinked down at her. “Or was I mistaken?”

Draco’s thumb stilled where it was pressed at the knot at the base of her neck, eliciting a silent shiver from the witch.

“I think it’s time to teach you your last lesson, Mr Malfoy.”

“Huh?”

She enunciated her sentence once more, slowly — as if he were dumb — which was, in all honesty, to be determined.

Draco took a step back as she pushed out of her chair and whirled around to face him.

“See, when we’re working in a high-pace setting, such as at an office, or at the Ministry, the only way to get what you want is to man up and ask for it. Do you understand that, Mr Malfoy?”

He had somehow wound up right back on the couch he’d slept on the night before, and he wasn’t certain when that had quite occurred. She was mesmerising where she stood above him, her form backlit by the soft glow of enchanted lamps.

Draco's breath hitched. His gaze flickered between Hermione's face and her stance—commanding, confident, and impossibly alluring.

"I—" his voice faltering under the weight of her words.

Was she…?

"Go on, Mr. Malfoy," she encouraged, only slightly teasing. "Ask for what it is you truly want."

His mouth felt impossibly dry, and he was certain his arousal was as obvious as Hagrid standing amidst a crowd of first years.

Her gaze was unwavering, expectant.

"And if I can’t?" The words slipped from his lips before he could stop them.

She tilted her head slightly. "Then you won’t get it. Simple as that."

Draco let out a breath, attempting to gather what little composure he had left. "What is it that you think I want, Miss Granger?"

Her lips curled into a smile — dangerously sweet.

"I suppose this is an impasse, Mr Malfoy.” She began to turn away from him, her tresses dancing vindictively with her movement.

Draco's pulse thundered in his ears.

"I want you."

The air between them stilled, tension snapping into something sharp and electric.

For a moment, neither of them moved, neither of them spoke. Then, with a slow smile, Hermione leaned forward to place her hands on the headrest of the sofa, caging him in.

"See, that wasn’t so hard," she purred, her mouth hovering an inch above his.

"So what happens now?" he asked, his gaze trailing down to catch her tongue retract, leaving her lips moist and plump. Ripe for the taking.

Hermione straightened before he could follow through with the unsaid request — like he had been about to, being the perfect assistant he was.

"You’re fired," she said softly, her fingers ghosting over the sleeve of his shirt, the touch so light it was almost maddening.

Draco blinked, her words echoing in his mind. What the absolute fuck?

"You can’t…" he began, his voice faltering.

“I absolutely can,” she grinned viciously. “Go see Higgins in Mysteries. He’s expecting you to start after lunch.”

“You can pick me up tonight at nine.” She continued on, as if she had not just shattered him only to put him back together. Something told him it would not be the first time. “Know that if you come by broom, I will send you home to play with it all by yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Granger” Draco nodded.

“Good boy.” Her mouth quirked into a satisfied smile as she moved away from him then, donning her blazer as she headed towards her office door.

She halted turning her head so that her large vixen eyes rooted him to the spot once more.

“This is going to be very fun, Mr Malfoy.”

[kittenshift-17]

dramione hangover breakfast

Hermione grizzled into the arm she'd been using for a pillow, her head splitting and her mouth dry as the desert.

"Noooo," a gruff male voice complained when she stirred, beginning to wriggle out of the arms she'd laid spooned in all night.

"Shhhh," she sighed. "Oh, my head."

"Granger?"

Hermione sat up slowly, rubbing her hands over her face and trying to remember why she'd drowned herself in whiskey and wine to wake up dead like this.

"Just.... quiet, Malfoy," she muttered without looking at the surprised blond on the bed beside her.

"We went home together?" He rasped. "Again?"

"Seems so," she mumbled. "Urgh, I need a shower."

Shuffling across the bed, she rose from it naked and stumbled to the bathroom of his flat, knowing the way well. After all, this wasn't the first time she'd made this particular mistake.

When she felt vaguely more human, Hermione got out and dried off, pausing to brush her teeth before wrapping her hair in a towel and returning to the bedroom still naked. Malfoy was sprawled on the mattress, looking worse for wear, a few love bites littering his neck and chest that she knew she was responsible for.

"Are you staying for breakfast?" He checked while Hermione helped herself to his wardrobe, not about to put last night's ballgown back on in the harsh light of day.

"Yes, please," Hermione murmured.

Draco nodded, rising from the bed too, also naked, she noted with appreciation even if her head was splitting. He dressed quickly before leading her out through his impressive flat and into the kitchen where an elf was already taking care of feeding them.

The first time she'd slept over, she'd taken umbrage with an elf feeding her, but on this, the eleventh time, she hadn't the energy to make a fuss.

"So," he said quietly when they both had cups of tea in hand and a plate of greasy breakfast food before them.

"Must we discuss it every time, Malfoy?" Hermione sighed. "We drink too much and we fuck. And in the morning after it happens, we swear it can never happen again, but it always does. Just accept it."

He eyeballed her in silence after that as they slowly polished off their breakfast.

"Do you have my cream knitted jumper? He asked when the food was almost all gone.

"Possibly."

She did. She wore it around the house whenever she had a bad day and wanted to be cosy because it was the softest thing she owned.

"Can I have it back?" He smirked, quirking an eyebrow.

"No."

He blinked before a soft snort of laughter escaped him.

"Next time we do this, maybe we'll go to your place, and I'll steal back all the clothing you pinch, then," he teased.

"Next time?" She frowned.

"You've just said to accept it keeps happening even when we swear it won't," Malfoy shrugged. "Perhaps we ought to consider letting it happen without needing to get uproariously drunk at work functions before it does?"

Hermione's brow furrowed.

"You're suggesting we... make this a regular thing?"

"I think it's already a regular thing, Granger. What's this, the tenth time we've done this?"

"Eleventh," she corrected.

"Mmm."

They eyed each other speculatively in silence for a long time after that before Hermione sighed and got to her feet. Rounding the table, she thanked the elves for breakfast and wandered to the living room, collecting her shoes and dress on the way.

"Until next time, then?" Malfoy met her by the fireplace, holding a small pot of Floo powder.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow," Hermione nodded.

She huffed in surprise when, before he let her step into the fireplace, he cupped her cheek and guided her mouth to his, kissing her softly.

"Think about my offer," he murmured against her lips when they broke apart.

Hermione nodded, climbing into the fireplace and dropping her powder, whizzing away, knowing she'd do more than think about it and knowing she was probably going to end up marrying the ridiculous man.

[hannysarang]

Control // Thirty.

Summary: Draco hasn't been able to enjoy sex and a little birdie tells him Hermione likes to take control. Is he willing to give it up? Can Draco Malfoy give up control?

Chapter 30 ————————

“You’re loved by many,” murmured Draco when Hermione finally reunited with him. 

“By many?” she sounded confused. 

“I’ve been threatened over and over again that if I hurt you, I’ll basically die.”

“Little do they know, I’m the one hurting you most of the time,” Hermione joked, patting his chest. 

A frown formed on her forehead when she felt the bump and reached into his pocket, pulling out the herb Neville had handed him. 

“You’ve met Neville, I’m guessing?” Hermione laughed, excitement laced in her eyes. 

“Why did you even ask for this herb?” asked Draco in a whisper, not even remembering the name to the plant. 

She shrugged. “For fun.”

“Fun?”

“Let’s go home,” she winked, grabbing his wrists again. 

He wanted to protest, he really did, but the fact that she referred to wherever they were going to as home — their home — Draco felt too weak to protest. 

Hermione didn’t even say bye to anyone as she walked over to the Ministry’s apparition point, pulling him up with him. 

“Don’t you have to say bye to everyone?” he asked, though he wasn’t complaining. 

“No, why would I?”

“Because you’re Miss Popular?”

Rolling her eyes, she replied, “I’m really not,” before taking his hand and apparating them. 

The sun had set and stars were shining over the Manor’s garden. He could barely make out Kreacher’s figure as he looked up at them. 

The house elf had the potions in his hands but didn’t offer it to Draco. “Would Master like a bath?”

Glancing over at Hermione, unsure of what to say, he answered, “Maybe later. Have it ready; I’m sure we’ll enjoy it.”

“Thank you, Kreacher,” Hermione added. 

“Yes, thank you,” he echoed. 

Kreacher suspiciously eyed them, though Draco had no idea what he’d even be suspicious of. But his unamused eyes rested on Hermione before he said, “Miss Granger looks graceful today.”

Before Hermione could reply, he zapped away, leaving Hermione laughing but sounding surprised. 

“Did Kreacher just compliment me?” she asked. 

“I think he did, indeed,” Draco chuckled, relieved that the old house elf was finally warming up to Hermione especially since he was probably going to be serving her as well. 

“I knew he’d come around,” she smiled before lacing her fingers with his and leading the way once more. 

They walked through the grass, the sound of crickets immediately disappearing when they entered the Manor. 

“Your bedroom?” asked Hermione, looking up at him. 

He nodded, just not super enthusiastically, because anywhere would’ve been fine, too.

“Where are you most comfortable?” she asked. 

“Your room.”

“In the Manor.”

“My room.”

“Then let’s go to your room.”

This time, she let him lead the way, opening the door for her to walk in before following suite and closing the door behind them. 

She went straight to and sat on his big bed, leaning back on his hands. 

“Come,” she ordered. 

Draco followed as if she had cast the Imperius Curse on him, walking over and standing in front of her knees. 

Grabbing his tie, she pulled him down, smacking his lips with hers. Unlike at the ball, Draco immediately responded, lips furociously moving against hers. Her legs opened and he stood between them, bending down and grabbing her face.

Her soft hand fondled his caged cock over his trousers, making him hopelessly thrust into the air as whimpers escaped his lips. 

Chuckling, Hermione said, “Let’s get you out of your clothes.”

As she undid his pants, he undid his shirt, his clothes simultaneously falling to the ground. Once he was fully naked, Hermione got up and turned around in front of him. 

“Unzip me, will you?” she asked, moving her hair to one side.

He eagerly did so, slowly unzipping and helping slip the dress off her body. His cage twitched at the sight of her in her panties. 

“Did everyone in your dressing room see you in this?” Draco asked, trying not to sound possessive. 

She turned around, pushing him to sit on the bed. 

“If it gives you any comfort, my dressing room only consisted of women. I don’t know why yours wasn’t only men,” she answered, getting on her knees and summoning the key to his cage. 

He gulped over jealous Hermione and her hot touch near his crotch as she unlocked and slipped off the cage, revealing his fully erect and dripping cock.

“We’re not going to be able to get the ring off right now, are we?” she laughed. 

“Probably not,” he groaned, his cock twitching again. 

With a smile, she picked up his white shirt from the ground and got up, slipping it on. It looked huge on her, his cock dripping a little more due to how domestic she looked. If only he had any plain t-shirts, he’d give them all for Hermione to wear when she was around him. 

Hermione slowly slid her panties down her legs, her seductive eyes never once leaving Draco’s desperate ones. 

As he was admiring his view, Hermione leaned down and picked up the plastic bag that had been discarded on the floor in the middle of the stripping process. 

“Do you have to?” he asked, whining. 

“You’ll have fun, I promise,” she laughed, popping a small leaf in her mouth. “Plus, you know how to get me back to Hermione’s body if you really hate it.”

“Yes, but last time, you weren’t affected by much!” he complained watching the stunning Hermione Granger change into the gorgeous East Asian man. 

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Chapter 2

The Day After

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I stretched out my arms, the soft cotton sheets shifting below me. The sun just started to peek through the window, my eyes drifting over expecting to find my usual desk with my typical view of Oxford but instead finding a large wooden desk against a window overlooking a large lake. I shot up, eyes scanning around me as I suddenly realized I wasn’t in my usual room, but the one that I thought was a dream. Could’ve sworn was a dream.

I pinched myself, quickly recognizing that it was indeed… not.

The same room as yesterday, arching windows and the same canopy bed that I was still laying in. Blue satin pajamas and ornate trunks.

How the hell was this happening!

I jumped out of bed, pacing around the room as I tried to wrap my head around the whole thing. “How am I at Hogwarts? It doesn’t make sense, it doesn’t exist. It’s not real.” Logic kept playing and replaying the last day over and over, flashing through possible theories at a rapid rate. The sudden shift in space, how I thought I’d passed out but in actuality was transported to a whole other universe. But I hadn’t done anything special, no magic, no anything. So how did I get here? There was theories I’d heard in passing on alternate realities, but I wasn’t an expert in the least, and there were so many possibilities. I needed to do more research.

But first — get my bearings. I was obviously the same person here, I mean Minerva said my name after all, but I was a Transfiguration professor in this universe. Who else was I?

I looked around my room, my eyes catching on the blue vintage looking trunks at the edge of my bed. Rushing over to the one closest one, I first noticed that carved into its surface was a golden, feather quill settled above an open book. Tiny lavender sprigs and fleur-de-lis motifs framed the feather, while a C settled in its center. It looked like a crest of sorts, one that every trunk seemed to have. A family crest perhaps?

I popped it open, finding inside neatly folded dresses, blouses, skirts, cloaks — all in different shades of blue and grey. Not my usual style, but gorgeous nonetheless.

I moved to the next trunk, this time finding the some real treasure. Inside were stacks upon stacks of books on a range of topics like Transfiguration, History of Magic in England, Muggle history... A couple names seemed familiar like Bathilda Bagshot and even one by the Hermione Granger.

Flipping through some, I settled on one in particular: A Brief History on Muggle England by Dorothea Stump. A good way to see how different this world was compared to mine, and how much of a learning curve I might have from here out. As I read through, I saw familiar pages on the monarchy, the World Wars, and even the rise of industrialism and technology in the 20th century. It was brief, like the name suggested, and I could tell this was written by someone who really didn’t understand what a computer or a nuclear bomb was, but a lot of the information seemed to be the same as what I knew. One less thing to worry about at least.

As I started to make my way over to the next trunk, a sudden knock sounded at my door. I jumped up, straightening out my sleeping clothes before reaching to open the door. I peeked my head outside, careful in case it was Draco or some other professor that definitely did not need to see me in my night clothes. But instead of another wizard, there was a few inches below me a female house elf clutching what looked like a very full, delicious tray of food.

“Good morning miss! Dilly has brought you breakfast, she has. The kitchens are hoping it is to your liking."

On the tray was a delightful assortment of breakfast fare: a golden-brown croissant, a bowl of fresh fruit, and a pot of tea with a note beside it that said 'A robust mix to start the day, with notes of bergamot and lavender.’ I couldn't help the sudden awareness of how hungry I was, a smile coming to my face as I took the tray from her. "Thank you so much, Dilly. It looks delicious."

Dilly beamed, her ears twitching. "Dilly is here to help, miss. Just call if you are needing anything else!" And with that, she offered a small bow before disappearing with a crack, leaving a lingering scent of fresh bread and spices behind.

“So freaking cool!” I whispered to myself, shaking my head in disbelief as I kicked the door closed behind me. I took the tray over to my bed and set it down, snagging one of the croissants and taking a big bite, which – heavenly.

I started flipping through one of the Transfiguration books out of curiosity. If I was gonna be here a while I might as well learn about the subject I’m supposed to be teaching. I mean I’m supposed to be an expert, so it wouldn’t hurt to give a couple of spells a try.

Right?

I reached for my wand, its curled branches on the bottom making it easy to grip as I looked over the wood. I wasn’t super familiar with wood types, so I’d have to check later, also figuring out my core type since I remember that being important to a wizards magic. I weighed it in my hand, heavier than I expected but it also just felt good. Like it was perfect, even though I couldn’t explain it.

I flipped through some introductory spells, realizing this was probably my textbook for my beginners Transfiguration classes. Probably the best place to start anyways. I pulled open the first pages and settled on something simple:

Plumifors (pronounced PLOO-mi-forz): To transform an object into a feather.

Step One: concentrate on the object in front of you. Imagine it shifting and changing into the lightness of a feather, seeing its shape and color clearly in your mind. This is imperative for your spell, and you must have continued concentration for it to work!

Step Two, Wand Movement: Use a gentle, twirling motion with your wand towards your object, as if you're spinning the item. Then as the twirl ends, finish with a pointed flick upwards.

Step Three: Combine the audible “Plumifors” with the wand movement, all while concentrating on the feather you have in mind.

I reached for my wand, and made to follow the shape it asked. My hand did the movement with ease, like muscle memory. Confident that I had it down, I recited the spell towards the fork on my tray and spoke out “Plumifors!” with a quick jolt of my wand. Within a moment, the fork shifted and changed into a single white feather, landing delicately on the tray in front of me. “Oh my god! It worked!” My body felt like it was buzzing, a subtle energy moving through me and out my wand as I vibrated with excitement. I’d played around with Harry Potter spells as a teen for fun, and even had my own wand replica but this was the real deal. This was pure magic.

As my body hummed with this new knowledge, I tried my hand at a few more spells, making sure to commit the basics to memory since I’d most likely need to know these on the day-to-day. I’d probably have to do extra research on spells just to make sure I wouldn’t raise any suspicions, last thing I needed was to be kicked out or investigated for my sudden lack of wizarding knowledge. But even though I knew I had all of this to learn, all of this I needed to still understand about this world, I couldn’t help but feel a joy in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time. A real curiosity for the world around me and genuine excitement to study, something I hadn’t felt in… a long, long time.

Before I knew it, the sun had risen well into the sky. I think Malfoy had mentioned the professors not arriving for another week at least which meant empty libraries and plenty of time before I added socializing to my list of things to do. Well, other than with Malfoy, but I could handle one wizard. Surely.

Feeling confident, I got ready for the day, donning my new wardrobe and wands as I headed out the door.

+M.C.+

When I reached the common room, Malfoy was already there.

Sat at a corner table, body ridgid, his fingers sat pinched on the bridge of his nose as frustration lined his features. A piece of parchment crinkled in his grip, but he didn’t seem to notice my presence, so focused on the table in front of him that I had to clear my throat as to not freak him out over my presence.

At the sudden break of silence his head snapped up, eyes narrowing at me for a split second before it changed to a guilty sort of expression. "Professor Clairbeau," he said, uncrinkling and re-folding the parchment in front of him in a sort of rushed way. “Did you sleep well?”

I nodded, walking up to the table. “Yes, thank you. And yourself?”

“Yes, very well.”

Silence.

I gestured towards the parchment, trying to find some way to keep the conversation going. "Family?" I said, the first thing coming to mind. Great, just immediately pry into his private business. That’s not weird and invasive.

He looked at me curiously "What makes you say that?”

“Family just always seems to have a way of causing similar frustrated faces — well that and boring paperwork."

He smirked at that, a small smile but there nonetheless. “You’re not wrong.” He sighed, leaning back. “But no, unfortunately not paperwork.”

I nodded, understanding. “Well, is it something you have to respond to right away?”

“No… Not really."

“Well then, how about letting it be for an hour and come have lunch with me?”

He looked confused for a moment at my request, thoughts clearly running a mile a minute in that brain of his. I was about to speak up to give him an out before he responded, “Yes. Uh- that’d be great.”

I smiled, waiting for him as he stood and we made our way to the Great Hall.

Lunch went better than I expected, the topics of conversation never straying too far into specifics thank god. I couldn’t talk about my life really since so much of it was Muggle and I still had so much about Wizarding life that I needed to get used to. But, I could get away with a couple of things. Talking about hobbies, favorite books, sharing quick stories albeit some details altered to avoid suspicion — it was easy enough.

Draco, though, was way more talkative than I expected. Once you got him going about topics he enjoyed, like potions, he could talk your ear off. He was clearly passionate about it, and I learned more about potions in 20 minutes than I could’ve ever read about in books just from his stories alone.

After lunch, we made our way towards a large, open courtyard, the sun peeking through the tops of the tower ahead.

“This is the Transfiguration Courtyard. You’ll see some students studying here or laying about during warmer months. But it’s not as popular as some of the other parts of the castle. I thought you might appreciate it, given its name and all.” Malfoy pointed towards the center where a fountain stood, in its center a statue of a great dragon holding up a sphere. Around it were large beech trees and stone benches where you could sit, lounge, read.

“Amazing,” I said, taking in the space. It was quiet. Peaceful. I took a seat at one of the benches, leaning back and taking a deep breath in. “I could see myself spending hours here reading. I love it.” I said, looking around at the towering castle walls.

I felt Malfoy sit beside me, watching from the corner of my eye at how he leaned back into his hands as well, an ease to his body settling, “It’s definitely one of the better places here.”

I titled my head, “Any other particular favorites? Or are they secret?”

He chuckled, “I do have some secret spots… but can’t give them all away now can I?” His eyes sparkled with a bit of mischief. “I will say though, the top of the Quidditch bleachers during off-season is top of the list.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” I asked.

He looked up, a kind of longing settling onto his face as he looked up at the sky, “There’s nothing like flying or being high up in the sky. And it’s one of the only places here you can do that and not be surrounded by students or professors.”

I looked up too, trying to see what he could see. “I can see that. I’ve never been a big fan of heights, or flying really. Didn’t do much of it growing up. Bit of a shame really.”

“You don’t like flying at all?” He asked.

“Not that I don’t like it, just… not used to it I guess. The unknown freaks me out more than anything. And I guess the potential of crash landing from thousands of feet high is also a bit of a fear factor.”

He chuckled at that, “I guess I can understand that. Still, if you’d ever like to learn then–“ He paused, shaking his head. “Nevermind.”

“What?” I asked, not letting him off the hook that easily.

He shrugged, hesitating. “’Was just going to offer you lessons is all. If it’s something you’re keen for.”

I bit my lip, “I’d be… open to trying it out. I just can’t guarantee I’d be the best student, with my fear of heights and all.”

He looked over, blinking in surprise. “Oh. Oh, that’s quite… that’s fine. We could take it slow.”

“Okay then.”

“Alright.”

We sat in silence for a while after, a comfortable one this time. The sun peeked over the clouds as the sound of birds fluttered through the air. I don’t remember the last time I had just sat and enjoyed the sun, nature. This was nice.

After a while, Draco broke the silence with an awkward cough. “So how was Beauxbatons compared to this? I imagine living and studying in a chateau is far better than rainy England.”

I thought for a moment, not really knowing much about the French Wizarding school other than the little tidbits I knew from the books. But I did go to every summer to my cousin’s chateau in France, which I hoped was similar enough.

“It was nice in some ways, the history of the place and the views were obviously amazing. I could just spend hours studying or reading in some quiet nook somewhere and not be bothered.” A window at the corner of an old library came to mind, the rolling French hills, and lingering smells of lavender that permeated the air. “But there’s something about Hogwarts that makes it feel like a home, d’you know what I mean? It feels lived in, cared for. Like you could can actually breathe and not have to worry about acting or being some kind of way.”

He seemed to mull over my words, "I guess that's one way to see it. Hogwarts does have its charms. Most days at least.” He shifted slightly, his gaze taking in the stone and greenery around us. "But you're right about one thing. There is a certain... comfort in its walls. It’s familiar. "

I nod, understanding. “The familiar tends to be comforting, even if the familiar isn’t necessarily good.” Talking about his time at Hogwarts... “So, I remember hearing about some big Quidditch rivalry between two of your houses while I was at school. I think it was Slytherin and Gryffindor, right?”

Draco smiled at that, the sun now hitting across his face making him squint. “Yeah. It’s still going on technically, but not nearly as much as it had before.”

“Oh yeah? What was it like when you were here?” I asked.

His hands covered over his face, trying to block out some of the sun. “Oh, it was mad and bloody fun. Our Quidditch matches always had the biggest turnouts and the biggest injuries. Always left with some broken bone or nasty bruise by the end of it, and whoever won would guaranteed be spending the rest of the week after absolutely trashing the other house.”

As he spoke his grin widened, probably thinking about his time with Potter and the Weasleys. “And now?” I asked.

His smile faltered, hesitancy covering his features. “It’s different. Better, in a lot of ways,” he said, slow to continue. “There are a lot less fights and discrimination issues because of blood status, especially with McGonagall in charge and the Ministry’s new laws on it. Which, to be honest was the cause of a lot of the fights back then.”

“That’s good then. How’re people taking to the change then?”

I could feel the deep uncomfortable energy now radiating off Malfoy, his body stiffening as he ran his hand through his hair. “Some Pureblood families are still… getting used to the changes. But for the most part, people seem to be happy with the change.” He kept fidgeting with his hair before he stood suddenly, putting his hands in his pockets. “I forgot I have some potion’s currently going that I should check on. I’ll see you later then.” And with a nod, he was off.

I sat in a bit of shock, barely having time to even awkwardly wave him off as he disappeared behind the castle walls. I can get why the particular topic might’ve brought some things up for the former Slytherin, but I didn’t expect such an intense reaction. If I wanted to learn anything about the newest goings on at Hogwarts maybe I’d need to tread a bit more carefully around Malfoy with this kind of stuff. At least for now.

Stretching my limbs, I tried not to think too much about the abrupt end of our conversation as I made my way towards the library, keen to get started on some research.

"Might as well dive in myself then."

[sapiophile-ocumentr]

How To Make Your Life More Like Hermione Granger's

Read informational books. Read biographies, how-tos, nonfiction, anything that makes you learn new things.

Spend time in the library. Take a walk among the stacks of books.

Volunteer for a charity, or start your own. Remember that Hermione worked for S.P.E.W.

Give great holiday gifts. Spend some time finding the perfect gift for your loved ones, whether it's for the holidays or their birthday or just a random weekday.

Write letters. Take time to write letters to friends, even if they can't be sent via owl post, echoing Hermione's correspondence habits.

Try something new. Hermione was usually thrown into some crazy situations, but she welcomed new experiences and tackled them head-on.

Dress Up In Something That Makes You Feel Awesome. Hermione id enjoy dressing up when she had the chance.

Knit. Hermione knit a LOT of house elf clothes for S.P.E.W., so if you want your life to be more like hers… take up knitting.

Go on an adventure. Embark on adventures with friends, mirroring Hermione's escapades with Harry and Ron.

[silvertoyshop]

Harry Potter Funko Pops - A Collector's Dream

Fans of all ages have been enthralled by the magical world of Harry Potter for years. The work of J.K. Rowling transcends literary genres to become a global cultural phenomenon. Harry Potter Funko Pops have become beloved memorabilia that capture the spirit of this fantastical world, just one of the numerous ways that fans show their devotion for the Boy Who Lived. We'll delve into the wizarding realm of Harry Potter Funko Pops in this post and examine what makes them so cherished by collectors.

Let us go back to the original tale before we explore the fascinating world of Funko Pops. On his 11th birthday, Harry Potter, the young wizard with the scar from a lightning bolt, was initiated into the wizarding community. Harry set out on a voyage of self-discovery, friendship, and bravery with the support of his devoted companions Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He encountered evil forces, learned about family secrets, and faced Lord Voldemort along the road.

In addition to introducing readers to a vividly imagined universe, J.K. Rowling's seven-book series reinforced ideals such as bravery, friendship, and the strength of love. A hugely popular film series that further cemented Harry Potter's status in popular culture history resulted from the books' success.

Funko, famed for its distinctive Pop! vinyl figurines, immediately realised how popular Harry Potter was worldwide and used collector toys to bring the enchantment to life. The characters' personalities and the allure of the wizarding realm are perfectly captured in Harry Potter Funko Pops.

Each figurine captures the distinctive characteristics and personalities of these well-known figures.

Figure Variations: Funko produces multiple iterations of every figure. Variants with different clothing, positions, and settings can be found by collectors. Harry may be spotted wearing his Quidditch robes, his school uniform, or even carrying a Hedwig Pop.

Fantastic Beasts: Funko hasn't forgotten about the mystical animals that abound in the Harry Potter realm. These characters, who range from Buckbeak the Hippogriff to Dobby the House Elf, reveal the fascinating diversity of the wizarding realm.

Releases Exclusive: Harry Potter, the main series is not the only option for Funko Pops. Funko frequently creates unique figures that are connected to different Harry Potter occasions, gatherings, or anniversaries. Among collectors, these exclusives frequently become cherished belongings.

Movie Moments: The Movie Moments line of Harry Potter Funko Pops are among the most popular. Fans may relive the magic in miniature form thanks to these diorama-style figures that depict famous movie moments.

Accessory Magic: Funko has given a lot of thought to the little details. Numerous Harry Potter Pops include extras like wands, broomsticks, and even miniature books to further enhance each figure's authenticity.

Collectibles: Harry Potter Funko Pops have grown to be very sought-after collectibles over time. Some expensive, exclusive figures have become sought-after collectibles as their value has increased.

Harry Potter Funko Pops aren't just toys to collect; they're also doors into the enchanted realm of magic and witchcraft. A piece of the wizarding world can be held in the hands of fans thanks to these painstakingly produced figures that perfectly reflect the essence of cherished characters and magical creatures. Every fan may find a Harry Potter Funko Pop in the large and constantly expanding collection.

[damsel-in-mistress]

Hogwarts-Era:

1) Ashes of Another Life - 6th year, 987 words, oneshot

Summary: At the dead of night atop a Hogwarts tower, Draco Malfoy falls prey to despair.

2) Knock Me Sideways - 6th year, 3.038 words, oneshot

Summary: She wasn’t supposed to walk in on him. She was supposed to be tutoring some third-year half-wits, not catching him red-handed, clothes wildly strewn all over the floor while he was still at it.

On the bed.

With mussed-up hair and shock-widened eyes.

Unable to deny what he was doing.

3) You Know it Will Always Just be Me - 8th year, 6.391 words, oneshot

Summary: Her palms grew damp in his elegant fingers.

“Is it still me that makes you sweat, then?” he murmured smugly, clearly having noticed.

If they hadn’t been followed by so many curious pairs of eyes, she would have openly glared at him, but since she couldn’t – in favour of keeping up appearances – she chose to grit her teeth behind the front of a charming smile and ignore his statement.

“Why so quiet, Hermione? You’ve never been one for silences and we’re required to have some civil conversation, aren’t we?”

“If that’s your understanding of ‘civil’, then I suggest you keep quiet for the remainder of this dance,” she replied curtly, that saccharine smile never faltering.

A low hum of recognition snuck its way past his sealed lips. “Seems to me like I hit a nerve there.”

4) The 'Pretty' Series (dark!Draco warning) - 3 drabbles, 443 words

Summary: She may be a beneath me, tainted, filthy, but Merlin help me – she’s so pretty when she cries.

5) F*** the Pain Away - 6th year, 8.049 words, oneshot

Summary: "Three things happened simultaneously: His left hand shot out to grasp the intruder’s wrist in a death grip, he realised who the intruder was, and the Stupefy died on his lips. Brown eyes open wide with surprise, brow furrowed, mouth ajar in a soft gasp, Hermione Granger stood before him."

When Draco's world is misery and dread, Hermione happens upon him in Myrtle's bathroom. None of them could have forseen what this will lead to.

Post-Hogwarts:

1) Fighting Destiny - 4/4 Chapters, 11.417 words

Summary: In a post-war world with cushy jobs at the Ministry of Magic (and a night club as his personal playground), Draco and Hermione grow closer. What destiny awaits them? And if they don't agree with it, will they be able to fight it?

2) Education is Key (jealous!Hermione)- oneshot, 1.617 words

Summary: No, Hermione Granger is certainly NOT the catfighting kind. Least of all now that she's nearing 30.

But some people just bring out the worst in her and isn't it great to have friends like Ginny who then remind her that sometimes, you just have to educate. . . .

3) Broke-Broken - oneshot, 735 words, Muggle London

Summary: Mentally and physically beaten like a disobedient house elf under his father’s cruel command he still stood tall – and that’s how she recognized him. For, other than that, he looked nothing like the young man she used to know – and yet, he was still the same.

4) Terrible Angel - drabble, 328 words, Second Wizarding War

Summary: He stares into the jagged piece of a mirror amidst the rubble, cracks pulling across the dulled surface like a spider’s web, and all that’s alive in the unmoving reflection is a pair of silvery eyes, ablaze with the feverish intensity of hunger.

5) Wish - drabble, 539 words, Post-War, St. Mungo's

Summary: The sight that met his silver gaze spoke volumes: her breathing ragged, her eyes shut tightly, her skin flushed and damp with perspiration she lay in front of him on the bed. But this couldn’t honestly be real. She would never ask him to do that – she was Hermione Jean Granger, after all. This had to be a dream. And a vivid, visceral one at that.

6) Vertigo Kiss - smut trilogy, post-war, bdsm, WIP

Summary: Due to her prominent position as Minister for Magic, it has become increasingly difficult for Hermione to scratch the persistant itch that is her sexual appetite. An unmarried witch at 31, the wizarding dating world is quite unforgiving - the Muggle world, on the other hand, has no clue who Hermione Jean Granger is.

Recently divorced and in need of distraction, Draco is loath to try and find carnal pleasure amongst the wizarding kind. Too recognisable is his face, too eager for the spotlight and money are the willing witches - the Muggle world, on the other hand, has no clue who Draco Lucius Malfoy is.

An anonymous underground Leather and Lace sex-positive party in masks might be just the place to find a solution to such problems . . . .

7) 37 Snapshots of Dramione - Microfic May 2023, NSFW

smutty Dramione in their thirties - 37x50(ish) words

8) Granger Things Have Happened - Microfic May 2024, NSFW (WIP)

smutty Dramione in their thirties - 36x50(ish) words

[chudleycanonficfest]

Day 30, Post 1 by @blimeypeople

Hi! This is my first time writing a fiction story in English (I'm not a native english speaker) and it's unbetaed :(  If you have time to spot something wrong or if this story doesn't make any sense, just let me know, pretty please?

Thanks for hosting this fest. You're all so awesome!

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Title: Don’t run, please.

Author: blimey,people

Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Prompt: Parenthood

Rating: G

Hermione Granger-Weasley really thought her life was perfect, that she had achieved everything she wanted and made her heart happy: she had a husband who loved her, a job she enjoyed, saw her friends and family whenever she could (well Sunday lunches at The Burrow were an unwritten rule but she enjoyed them a lot), but then what was she doing running through the corridors of the Ministry of Magic? Hiding from her husband, that's what she was doing. She turned on the corner of one of the corridors, she was no longer running, but she was walking hurriedly heading in the direction of the main library of the Ministry, so big and wide that not only was it difficult to locate the books you needed, but also the people that were inside. The best hiding place, Hermione thought and quickened her pace when she saw him: Ron, standing in front of the large wooden doors, staring at his shoes in his scarlet Auror team uniform, which was somewhat wrinkled. Probably coming back from training, Hermione barely had time to think when she turned around running to the opposite side. They were quite far apart, so it wouldn’t be that easy for him to reach her but he was faster.

  "Hermione!" She heard him scream, but she couldn't stop, she was scared, she was afraid of having a conversation with him. She accelerated her escape as she felt his footsteps getting closer.

  "Hermione! Don't run, please! " She had heard that voice a few times. Her memories took her to a particular occasion, when she was also hiding, but from evil forces who wanted to end their lives and the life of their best friend. She couldn’t resist his voice, she had resisted it countless times while he asked her for forgiveness inside the horrendous tent. It hurt her soul, it hurt her not being able to hug him telling him how much she loved him, but her pride won. Only months later, she was able to achieve what her heart and mind most wanted: to reveal her feelings and be reciprocated. Now her heart and mind told her this was far more important, that this could perhaps destroy the relationship that with so much love, time and dedication they had built, this could possibly end one of their most cherished dreams, burst the bubble of joy and emotion that had appeared inside them almost three months ago. This could take away their most precious gift: their future child.

  So she stopped, took a deep breath, and waited for him to catch up with her. It didn't take many seconds when she felt his long fingers capture her left wrist leading her towards a deserted office.

  I should’ve flooed home, Hermione thought as she walked alongside Ron. He would have found me there in an instant though, I should’ve gone to..., she tried to complete the thought, when she was struck by doubt. Her choices were limited in terms of places where she could just go to think without being seen, without being interrupted, no questions being asked by anyone. Her childhood room in her parents' house might have been a great option, but now recently her parents had semi-retired from their jobs (occasionally they went to the office in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, at times they took turns and one of them stayed home while the other went to work), thus Hermione didn't know for sure when the house was thoroughly empty. Besides if they found her in her old room on a Friday lunch, at the time in which she should still be at the Ministry plus they were aware that, due to her almost obsession with completing every unfinished task at the end of the week, Fridays were her most complicated days at work, it would potentially lead them to ask her thousands of questions and if she chose to answer truthfully, as she had done since she met them again in Australia two months after the war, tired of hiding things from them. This time, though, she was certain they wouldn’t be as understanding as they were back then. Now the situation wasn't just about her, it involved someone more important and vulnerable, someone they hadn't met yet but they already loved.

  Her parents, Jean and Hugo, were over the moon since the day they learned about the arrival of their first grandson or granddaughter. The imminent growth of their little family filled them with infinite joy. On countless moments, mainly when Hermione and Ron would give them the news about the birth of a new child in the ever growing Weasley family, the faces of Jean and Hugo gave away what they wanted: they were dying to ask her when she and Ron would finally decide to have one of their own. Therefore they were ecstatic. The decision to adapt a room on the first floor as a playroom for their future grandson or granddaughter came easily. Well, we don’t need a library anymore, do we, Hugo?, said her mom. It took them a week to disappear the shelves loaded with books that were once part of the room. Toys, kids books, little stuffed animals, big stuffed animals, a white cot and the largest most colorful collection of clothes Hermione had ever seen overflowed the rather large space. Apparently, her mother considered it was better to have more variety than later needing a neon green footie embroidered with dinosaurs and not having it on hand. Her father, more serene and restrained, but just as enthusiastic, had bought a beautiful memoir book for the baby, where he himself would be in charge of writing down every detail of his or her first year of life. However, Hermione was sure something was wrong with her for she hadn't been able to share the same level of enthusiasm of her parents or her husband hence she just smiled everytime they mentioned the baby. Therefore, she was certain Jean and Hugo would probably agree with Ron on this issue. So now he was being proven right, they would help him convince her to "do the right thing for the baby." Except she honestly couldn’t discern what was right anymore so the confusion and fear consumed her. She loved her job, enjoyed the responsibilities that came with it, rejoiced in every new challenge she encountered no matter the outcome, she was sure of it. Her newly discovered feelings for the little human being growing inside of her were what confused and scared her at the same time.

  Ron guided her to an old and solitary chair within the rather desolated office gently helping her to sit on it. Rather than sitting beside Hermione, he stood in front of her and crouched down. He took one of her hands, placed it on top of her knee, gently stroking it.

  “Hermione, the evidence is overwhelming. If they were able to send an object specifically charmed to harm you into your office, it is because they aren’t our most common enemies. It means they are doing their homework figuring out your routines. They’ve been following you for at least a few weeks. They knew that only us usually go there so you would open the package without a second thought,” Ron couldn't control the tone of sadness, anger and despair as he spoke.

  Minutes before lunch, Hermione received a small package wrapped in a black paper with little stars, the wrapping of Hermione's new favorite bookstore in Muggle London. She frequently went there alone and sometimes Ron accompanied her. She ran to get it, unwrapping it in an instant. She didn’t even have time to see the title of the literary work, when the book came to life and suspended in the air began to hit her repeatedly, increasingly hard on the chest, arms, legs. Her wand was on the handbag she regularly took to lunch. The book kept hitting her, in one moment heading for her belly. Hermione started to scream, moving as far as she could from the object. In seconds, the auror who was stationed outside her office managed to undo the spell. It wasn’t the first threat, that's why the auror guarded her office. Whoever was behind it, had tried to harm her on previous occasions but they had never been so close to actually hurting her. The spell was very powerful, the package was able to pass the rigorous inspection of the experienced auror. A mother who genuinely loved her child would already be home, protecting him or her by being away from danger, the thought stunned her. She began to run through the corridors of the Ministry even when she heard the auror screaming for her to stop. She didn’t want to see anyone, especially Ron, who a week ago had almost begged her to stay home for a few days while they determined who was threatening her.

  “Harry and I are very close to identifying who is doing this, Hermione. We just need you to get away from danger a bit… ” Ron started, looking her straight in the eyes.

  “I don't want to quit my job, Ron, not after working so hard for many years. I'm nearly there with the house-elf protection law… "

  “I know about all the work you've done, Hermione. I would never ask you to do it, if it weren't for… "

  "The baby," Hermione completed looking down, "I understand Ron, but I honestly don't think it's necessary ..."

  "Not putting our child at risk is more than necessary, Hermione, it will only be a few months," Ron interrupted quickly.

  "Ron, I can't. So many magical creatures trust in me..."

  "They will continue to trust in you when you return," said Ron.

  "We said having a child wouldn't alter our lives, that I would continue working, you know I don’t want to be a stay at home mum." Hermione felt Ron's hand tighten on top of hers.

  "It's not that. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if the situation wasn't like this," argued Ron, "Tough I must say you were the one saying having a child wouldn't alter our lives. I think you were trying to convince yourself. For my part, I believe that many things are going to change, things we won’t be able to control."

  "Ron…"

  "I reckon you're getting scared ..." Ron continued coming closer and reaching her shoulders to hug her.

  "I'm not…" Hermione tried to interrupt and wriggle out of the hug. But he knew her better than anyone. Hermione was sure he had noticed her doubts, insecurities and fears even before her.

  "I am scared too, I'm not just talking about the threats, because I can assure you that we are going to find out who is behind everything and he’s going to pay for putting you through this," his voice was harsh and he had struggled not to shout during the last sentence. "I’m positive you're scared for him or her too," his voice had taken a delicate, sweet tone, the tone he used when they fought and he wanted her to understand he was right without making her feel too bad.

  "You are doubting yourself, asking that brilliant mind of yours a ton of questions, not finding answers. You’re wondering if you’re going to do a good job or if you will love him or her enough. The fact is, Hermione, the love you will feel towards our child will never be enough, it will be infinite", he raised one of his hands caressing her cheek, “It's not about doing a good or bad job, love. It's about doing the best we can in our own way, making mistakes and learning together, because you do realize we're in this together, right?” Ron delicately squeezed her cheek, Hermione looked up, her beautiful blue eyes pierced through her with the deepest love, he lowered his hand placing it on her still small belly, “He or she deserves the world, I assure you we will give it to him or her when the time comes. What we can do now is protect our little one, we are not going to let anything happen to him or her. Okay, we should definitely find out if it’s a boy or a girl, I'm getting tired of this”, he grinned.

  In that instant, Hermione felt within her how the little life Ron and she had created began to move and the most profound love, love she only felt for the man in front of her, completely invaded her. Ron gave no sign of feeling it, but it wasn't necessary. She placed her hand on top of Ron's, looked him straight in the eye, and nodded. He smiled at her, hugging her tightly.

  At this precise moment in her life, despite her insecurities about her ability to love and protect her unborn child, the certainty of knowing Ron never made vain promises began to fill her with strength and hope. If he firmly believed everything would be fine, it would be. If he was by her side on this adventure, there was no doubt the next few years would be different, challenging, but wonderfully incredible.

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Accidental Bonding

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 The Destiny You Sold by tryslora Rated:  Explicit Words:  58872 Tags: Accidental Bonding, Knitting, Wandlore, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Light Dom/sub, Dom Draco, Sub Harry Potter, Light Bondage, Kink Exploration, Kink Negotiation, Dubious Consent, Prick Cozies, Light Angst, Blow Jobs, Questioning Sexuality, Wandmaker Harry Potter, shop owner draco, Kissing, Living Together, Sharing a Bed, Shower Sex, Intergluteal Sex, Drunken Confessions, Outdoor Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Watching, Unintended Arousal, Untimely Arousal, Everyone Ships Draco/Harry, Domestic, Love Bites, Hickeys, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sleepy Sex, Mutual Pining, Magical Prick Recovery, Multiple Orgasms, Harry Comes Out, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism Summary:  In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Catch and Release by shealwaysreads (onereader) Rated:  Explicit Words:  11293 Tags: Forced Bonding, Wizarding Traditions (Harry Potter), Bonding Spell, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Well - Freeform, Enemies to Forced Bonding to Lovers, Touch Averse Draco Malfoy, also, Touch-Starved Draco Malfoy, THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED, Forced Proximity, Forced Cohabitation, personal boundaries, Bodyguard Harry Potter, Feels, minor harry/omc, Happy Ending, Happy Birthday Tacky!!, Touch-Starved Harry Potter Summary:  Wizarding Britain is changing; a slow integration with the Muggle world has begun, and Draco Malfoy has been summoned from his quiet life crafting wards in France to help. But that’s not what this story is about. This story is about Potter, and magic, and the courage it takes to reach out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Beautifully Unbound by breath_of_mine (tsundanire) Rated:  Explicit Words:  54933 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Blaise Zabini/Narcissa Malfoy, BDSM, Praise Kink, Dom/sub, Subspace, Safewords, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Blindfolds, Impact Play, Spanking, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mental Health Issues, Therapy, Consensual Kink, Light Bondage, Angst, Holidays, Young Teddy Lupin, Mystery, Auror Harry Potter, Accidental Bonding, Bonding, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, POV Alternating, Telepathic Bond, Gay Male Character, Bisexual Male Character, Dom Draco Malfoy, Sub Harry Potter, Bearded Harry Potter, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Gloves, Massage, Sex Toys, Mistletoe, Family Dinners, Misunderstandings, Past Relationship(s) Summary:  Auror Potter is sent on a mission to clear out deadly artifacts from a Death Eater Safehouse with Draco Malfoy. What could possibly go wrong? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 In Evidence of Magical Theory by bixgirl1 Rated:  Explicit Words:  43747 Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Accidental Bonding, Magical Theory, Magical Cores, Powerful Harry, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Switching, Slash, HP: EWE, Falling In Love, forced bed sharing, Blow Jobs, completed fic, Bonding, Forced Proximity, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Loss of Virginity Summary:  When a hex meant for Draco accidentally catches Harry as well, they're forced to learn to understand each other in ways they previously might have thought impossible. In which Harry and Draco can't fight, so they fall in love instead. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Awakening by Lomonaaeren Rated:  Explicit Words:  29364 Tags: Bonding, Fluff and Angst Summary:  Draco and Harry have a forced bond. Draco and Harry have trouble getting along. Draco and Harry want freedom from the bond--no, wait, that's only Harry. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Home by gnarf Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  29377 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Theodore Nott, Auror Harry Potter, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sentient Houses, Magical Theory, Accidental Marriage, Accidental Bonding, Fluff, Getting Together, Banter, First Dates, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, POV Harry Potter, Drinking, H/D Erised 2019 Summary:  When Harry was forced to leave his house because he couldn't take the things happening there any longer, he realised he'd need to ask for help from the best curse breaker the Ministry had to offer—Draco sodding Malfoy. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but nothing could have prepared him for what happened after he finally jumped over his own shadow. A story about an unsolved mystery, a few minor accidents, and finally finding a home. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Cupid Incident by meandminniemcg Rated:  Explicit Words:  12663 Tags: Forced Bonding, Cafeteria worker Draco Malfoy, Crimescene specialist Harry Potter, Dubious Consent, wanking, House-elf culture, Witness Protection, Consent Issues, our boys need to learn how to communicate, Happy Ending, Blow Jobs Summary:  Draco gets into the way of a potions attack and can't get Potter out of his head. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Let's not wait for France by gnarf Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  17712 Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Accidental Bonding, Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Kissing, Fluff, Quidditch, Blow Jobs, Study of Ancient Runes (Harry Potter), POV Harry Potter, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Bed, Feelings, Falling In Love, Alcohol, Drinking, Party, Party Games, Feel-good, H/D Sex Fair 2020, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Summary:  All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Telling You Why (Better Watch Out!) by milkandhoney Rated:  Explicit Words:  33429 Tags: Forced Proximity (sort of), POV Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Sorting Hats, Romance, Sexual Inexperience, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Smut, Comedy, Angst, Christmas, Post-War, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2018, Advent Fic, Bickering, Curses, Pranks, Involuntary Acts of Kindness, Christmas Tree, Christmas Decorations, Weasley Jumpers, Animate Objects, Magical Theory, Mystery, First Time, Involuntary Acts of Not-so Kindness, Muggle Studies: Christmas Edition, Slow Burn Summary:  Not many people realize Father Christmas has a sorting hat of his own. Why would they? He's the only one who uses it, and only once a year. Draco Malfoy just wants to get through his Eighth Year. He doesn't want to think about Christmas or how Muggles celebrate it, and he certainly doesn't want to think about why Harry Potter won't leave him alone. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Celestial Bodies by shiftylinguini Rated:  Explicit Words:  20307 Tags: Bonding, Accidental Bonding, Auror Partners, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, First Time, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Telepathy-gasms, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Forced Proximity, Space Magic Summary:  “An astrological anomaly induced bond,” Harry repeats, deadpan, as the Head Healer of the Magical Malfunctions ward finishes announcing his prognosis. “Space magic,” says Draco, tapping long fingers irritably against the arm of his chair. “You’re saying we’ve been zapped by space magic.” The Healer huffs. “That’s rather simplifying things, gentlemen.” ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Feathers, Fire & Fate by agentmoppet Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  25983 Tags: Veela Draco Malfoy, Unspeakable Harry Potter, Peacock Keeper Draco Malfoy, unusual careers, Banter, Pining, Loneliness, Dreamscapes, Accidental Bonding, Cursed Bonding, Guilt, Soulmates, Drinking, Minor Injuries, H/D Erised 2020, Creature Fic, Cursed Harry Potter, Fate, Dreams, Peacocks, Animals, Animal Sanctuary, Repaying Debt, Veela Mates Summary:  Harry Potter ignites the Veela’s Curse and gets an unwitting Draco Malfoy bonded to him as his executioner… and soulmate. They’ll need to break it quickly, before it takes over, but Potter isn’t the only one running out of time. The sand in the hourglass has nearly fallen, and whichever way this ends, Draco is doomed. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Malfoys Never Get What They Want by cami_soul Rated:  Explicit Words:  13258 Tags: Post-Second War with Voldemort, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Accidental Bonding, Truth or Dare, Firewhiskey (Harry Potter), Drinking, Fluff and Smut, Sharing a Bed, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent Due To Accidental Bonding, H/D Erised 2018, Community: hd_erised, Sharing a Room, Albus Dumbledore Lives, Hedwig (Harry Potter) Lives, Kissing, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Shower Sex, Frottage Summary:  Hogwarts has been different this year, at least for Harry Potter and his friends. The school had been rebuilt over the summer and was pretty much back to normal unless you were returning to redo your seventh year. But just as Harry had started to settle comfortably into the school year, weird things had started to happen that Harry could find no explanation for. Draco had started to be nice to him, and then there was that kiss! Harry was just trying to figure things out when he and Draco were accidentally bonded! What will this bond do to the fragile relationship they were forging? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by dracogotgame Rated:  Mature Words:  30493 Tags: mention of divorce, flangst, Bill is a bro Summary:  One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Chain Me Up or Set Me Free by alpha_exodus Rated:  Explicit Words:  12956 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Accidental Bonding, unbreakable bonds, Forced Proximity, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Arguing, Touch-Starved, Anal Sex, Falling In Love, Co-workers, Enemies to Lovers, Brief Mentions of Canon-Typical Child Neglect, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, H/D Erised 2020, Person of Color Harry Potter, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Apologies, Muggle Technology, unusual careers, POV Draco Malfoy Summary:  This horrid bonding thing is all Potter’s fault, obviously. As for what comes after that? Draco’s not quite sure. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Allegiance by Ladderofyears Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  4021 Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Accidental Bonding, Magical Accidents, Falling In Love, History of Magic Class (Harry Potter), Hogwarts Library, latin incantations, Getting to Know Each Other, dragon heartstrings, Hogwarts Hospital Wing, Powerful Magic, Blended Friendship Groups, Boys Kissing, Commitment, Love Confessions, Boys In Love, Plans For The Future, Happy Ending, POV Draco Malfoy, Drarropoly: Founders Edition - A Drarry Game/Fest Summary:  When Draco finds himself accidentally - and irreversibly - bonded with Harry Potter he has to rethink his whole life and everything that he thinks he knows. Draco doesn't expect to find love in the process. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Intertwined by bluefay Rated:  Explicit Words:  25086 Tags: Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Accidental Bonding, Magic Gone Wrong, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Manor, Self-Harm, Dark Mark (Harry Potter), Serious Injuries, But they're not very graphic so don't fret!, Self-Hatred, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Established Relationship, Sort Of, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Hate Sex, Childhood Trauma ,Flashbacks, St Mungo's Hospital, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, First Time, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary:  On May 3rd, 1998, Draco Malfoy wakes up with no memory of Voldemort, the war, or Harry Potter, his supposed boyfriend. ❤️ Read on AO3

[fandomspov]

MUGGLE BORN ꒱ draco malfoy

❝SUMMARY❞ you are a gryffindor and a muggle-born and draco is in love with you

❝WARNINGS❞ none

   YOU SCANNED draco from the gryffindor table as he conversed with goyle and blaise. he came off angry but you didn't comprehend why "earth to y/n" ron declared grabbing your awareness "yeah?" "why do you keep looking at malfoy?" he interrogated making you chuckle "i wasn't" hermione lent you a smirk and you rolled your eyes "c'mon guys, it's nothing. i despise him and you know that" you explained stealing a small glimpse at draco, capturing him eyeing at you now. you turned red and peered back at your friends "yeah sure" harry mumbled and you sighed. unexpectedly draco got up from the table and stormed out of the great hall. you perked up noticing him leave "he's bad y/n," hermione groaned  "you don't even know him" in that minute you were making an effort not to knock her at that moment. she never even communicated with draco as you did, she does not know how he is around you, he is a good person "i know sufficiently to tell you that he's no good for you"

   "you don't know shit granger" you got up and abandoned the great hall searching for draco. you went up to the astronomy tower where you and he meet up past curfew. you caught a glimpse of him standing just a few meters in front of you gazing at the landscape, you walked up behind him and covered his eyes "guess who" he grinned "pansy?" you rolled your eyes, he knows how much you detest her and he teases you about it "i hate you" you chuckled and he twisted to face you "i love you too" he put his arm around your shoulders and tugged you closer, your head on his chest taking in his fragrance. he put his chin on the top of your head "y/n.." he called for you "yes?" you acknowledged "we have to break up" he announced and you froze "what? why?"

   "we don't work y/n" he explained and jerked away. you felt tears fill your eyes "because i'm a muggle-born right? is that it?" you questioned waiting for his statement wishing that this was all a prank and he was just messing around but he just stood there in silence "why didn't you say anything before? it's been one year! was i just a mockery to you or something?" you wiped away the tears that rode down your cheeks "no of course not, i love you" you rolled your eyes "bullshit, i don't wanna see you ever again!" you stormed away leaving him all alone.

   you walked into the common room and sprinted to your dormitory, passing by the golden trio "what happened to her?" harry asked and ron shrugged "draco" hermione mumbled under her breath and came after after you. she knocked on your door "y/n it's me" you got up from the ground and jogged to the door to open it "hermione, i'm so sorry for what I said in the great hall earlier i was so foolish. you were right the entire time" she hugged you and you hugged back "it's ok, i understand" hermione tugged you inside and shut the door. you fell on the mattress "lets talk" she declared

   the next day you put your hair in a messy ponytail and tossed some random clothes on, usually, you would care about how you look but now everything transformed. you grabbed your books and left for your first lesson. you spotted ronald lounging at your table "hi ron" you stood next to him "hi y/n" he wanted to say something about yesterday but agreed on not to, thankfully. you saw draco come in, his flawlessly styled hair now messy and his sweater dangling loosely on him, his eyes red and puffy and the bags under his eyes were dark. you held back your tears and turned back to the professor

   after class, you felt somebody grab your arm and pull you into a dark classroom "what the-" "shh" the individual confessed, you soon realized who it was "what do you want draco?" as you jerked away from his grip "i want to talk" "there's nothing to talk about" you went to grab the doorknob but he stopped you "please y/n". you gave in and let go of the door, your attention on him. the only thing noticeable in the room was his face because of the window next to you "i wanna apologize for what i did yesterday, i-i realized that i messed up and i need you in my life. i don't care what my family thinks or what anyone thinks about us. i love you and want you back. i'm sorry for what i did y/n, i truly am. could you please give me a second chance? i promise I won't let you down y/n. i love you" he implored, clasping your hands you sighed, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. he brushed it away with his thumb. you leaned your head in his palm, all the memories with him passing over your mind "draco.. i love you too" he gave you the warmest smile which made your heart melt. you pulled away from his hand and smashed your lips on his, he dragged you closer and kissed you back.

   you knocked on the entrance of the malfoy manor, the house-elf opening it the second you knocked "hello" you said with a bright smile "hello miss, who are you?" "i'm y/n y/l/n, draco's girlfriend" you explained and the elf gave you a suspecting look "i'm wasn't that aware that he has a girlfriend" suddenly draco came behind him "she's with me" you smiled as he took your hand and pulled you inside "hello beautiful" he whispered in your ear and pecked your lips, you blushed, but the moment was interrupted by narcissa "oh my, you are supposed to be y/n right?" she came up to you with a smile "yes mrs.malfoy, nice to meet you"

   "please dear call me narcissa, draco chatters about you all the time" she announced making draco flush red from humiliation. you turned your face to him and giggled "is that so?" "mother that was between us only i told you not to say that, let's get going" he blushed and pulled you to the stairs "you must be miss y/l/n" a manly voice declared from behind you. draco sighed as you turned around "hello mr malfoy" you greeted shaking his hand "have we met before? you seem familiar" he looked deep in thought "i don't think so" he looked at you intensely as he remembered "are you y/f/n and y/m/n daughter?" you gulped hard "yes" he gave you a dirty look "muggle born i see" "we should go y/n" draco said and grabbed your hand pulling you to his room "i'm sorry for what happened, he-" you cut him off shortly "it's ok, i understand" a small smile on your lips. he looked down at his feet "draco, i’m fine don't worry" you chuckled and pecked his cheek. the corners of his mouth curving into a smile. he snatched your hand and pulled you on the bed "i love you"

[dramioneasks]

Oh and another ask. LF fics with Draco and Hermione as bestfriends and she always ends up dating others which always ends in a heartbreak, runs to draco to cry about it. And draco has always loved her. Looked at the draco always loves her/had feelings for her tags but i cant find similar themes to them being bestfriends and shes a serial dater. Thaaanks ♡♡♡♡

When Malfoy Met Granger… - Schmem_14 - M, 16 chapters - “Wizards and witches can’t be friends, because sex always gets in the way.” Draco regarded her with a secret smile. “I suppose it’s just as well, then, that we’ll never be  friends.” In 1998 Hermione and Draco share a contentious train ride back to Hogwarts for eighth year, during which they argue about whether men and women can have strictly platonic friendships. They part ways, but then find themselves meeting several times in the years after school, putting their theories from that first day to the ultimate test. Inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

My Best Friends’ Best Friend Draco Malfoy - GreenInk_RedLetters - M, 19 chapters - "Look, we obviously don’t get along.“ Malfoy rose a brow. "But Harry is my best friend and for some miraculous reason he’s decided to trust you so I’m proposing a truce." Malfoy crossed his arms. "A…truce?" ”Yes. No insulting my hair or my clothes OR my work habits.“ He looked like he wanted to interrupt her. "And I won’t intentionally insult your necessity for a house elf or your slimy personality." "In the same breath you’ve managed to propose a truce AND insult me.” He paused. “Very Slytherin of you.” Hermione ignored him. "Truce? For the sake of our friends?“ He smirked. "Alright.” Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t expected it to be that easy. A true enemies-to-lovers Dramione story, with an added twist of the rest of Hermione’s friends having already adopted Draco into their group. But when the pair form a timid truce to work together to assist in Harry’s proposal to Ginny…maybe seeds of friendship (or something more) will start to bloom. Features classic Draco snark, humor, alcohol-induced decision making, and perhaps someone not hating the other *quite* as much as they’d previously alluded to.

Title:Friends With Benefits Author: LucindaRemyMalfoy Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 18 Word Count: 56,251 Summary: Hermione and Draco are best friends who’ve come up with a rather  interesting arrangement that works for them - but what happens when fathers get involved, weddings get crashed, and true feelings are revealed? Stick around to find out. And grab your gloves ladies and gentlemen, because it’s about to get messy! AU/AH

-Lisa

[whack-ed]

Between (Fred Weasley x Slytherin Reader!) Part 1

PART 2

Synopsis: Y/N Y/L/N never quite understood why all these things always happen to her. Nobody understood why she was put in Slytherin. But in her fifth year at Hogwarts, many things were cleared up. Your parents, your friends and also, that one should not be named, all these things explained the why. Her blood was stained, but she could not disagree more with the philosophies that made it like this. Between blood and love. Y/N had to make a choice.

Warnings: agnsty; mentions of death; sad reader.

Reader: Female

Words Count: 1.5k

Author's Notes: Am I doing my first imagine? You bet I am. This plot was from a fiction that I wrote on wattpad, but I decided to turn it into a imagine here on tumblr. The  idea of this imagine is that it has some chapters, so if you want to be taged in the next chapters, comment "i solemnly swear that i am up to no good" here. Also, and also, the names of your family members are fixed. So let's go to the history.

It was a rainy sunday morning at the Y/L/N family mansion. The house was known to many in the magical world. There had never been an owner who was not a family wizard, the mansion was always passed down from generation to generation, there is no Y/L/N who had not lived under this enormous roof. It is a typical English mansion, made of stones in dark brown tones, with three floors (visible to the naked eye, at least), small trees symmetrically cut to follow the same straight lines as the mansion, filled the front garden and, a considerably large staircase leading up to the huge entrance door. Y/N never really liked the place, she thought it was too big and not very welcoming, especially now. As much as the house was always full of relatives and employees, to the girl it always seemed very empty.

Y/N grew up inside the Y/L/N mansion, along with all her family members who lived there, she detested most of them, especially her parents. They had an obsession with blood purity and maintaining the family's reputation. She did not agree at all with the philosophy of her parents, and the rest of the family. The only person she had ever been able to talk to, the only person who really understood her, was her paternal grandmother. Harriet Y/L/N was a very friendly lady, with a wide nose and a small smile, very delicate blue eyes. Mrs. Harriet, or as she likes to be called, Grandma Harriet, did not match the layout of the mansion. She was always wearing loose white clothes and a witch hat adapted for those who care for plants, Y/N reminded of the hat that Professor Sprout wore. Everyone in the house always saw Grandma Harriet as a basketcase, thought she was crazy, but Y/N always thought she was the wisest person in the family.

Despite the presence of her grandmother, the year that ended was not easy for Y/N. She had finished her fourth year at Hogwarts, together with the Triwizard Tournament, and also with Cedric Diggory, who was to be her best friend. After the unfortunate event, the information that the Dark Lord had returned came as a bonus. Many said that Harry Potter was lying and that Dumbledore had gone mad. How Y/N wanted these people to be right. She, more than anyone, knew that the Dark Lord had indeed returned, and her family ... She would rather not even think about it. All the girl did during the winter break was to advance reading the fifth year books, so she could even for a moment forget everything that happened and everything that was going to happen. He exchanged letters with his friends too, including Draco Malfoy. Draco's family was very friendly with Y/N's family, as they shared the same ideals. Although Y/N thought completely different from Draco, the two had a great friendship. They were in the same house at Hogwarts, they were the same age, and despite their regrets, they had a good laugh together when it came to making fun of teachers.

- Daughter, dinner is ready. - Said Eva, her mother, when opening the door to her room.

Y/N was lying on her bed reading a letter she would receive from Draco in a few minutes. The boy was just saying that he was about to go crazy, as the climate inside his house was getting heavier and heavier. Y/N knew, and so did Draco, where all of this was going to take him, all these meetings at the Malfoys' house, was not a good thing.

- Letter from whom? - Asked his mother entering the room.

- Draco - Y/N replied without taking her eyes off the letter.

- Draco? I like his family a lot, I'm glad you are friends, he ... - Said the woman standing in front of him looking directly at a photo in which Y/N was with Hermione Granger. She hated the fact that her daughter was a friend of a mudblood. - It's a good influence for you.

- Yeah, I agree with half of what you said - Y/N said finally looking at her mother, with a sinus smile on her face.

The rest of the night spent slowly at the Y/L/N house. Y/N couldn't bear to hear the prejudiced comments from Klaus and Hanz, her uncles. Usually whenever the girl thought about saying something, her mother looked at her with an explicit disapproving look. But lately, even that the girl was not doing, she was quiet, something in her will fade. Since Cedric died she had not argued once with her uncles and cousins, which was the custom for a girl. Everyone had noticed the difference, but no one dared to say anything, they preferred it that way.

At the dinner table her father, Petrus, commented on the change in the Hogwarts faculty, that Dumbledore was a scum, that it was absurd that no one had done anything about it yet. Nothing new to everyone at the table. As soon as dinner was over, everyone went to their corner of the house, and before Y/N could go up to her room with a jar of caramels, the doorbell rang. As she was closer to the door, she went to answer it before Pugsley, one of the mansion's house elves, did so.

- Okay Pugsley, I tell my dad that you were busy polishing his shoes, he won't be bothered by that, will he? - The girl laughed.

- Thank you my mistress - The elf smiled making a short bow - You are the cool soul of this house.

- Coolest, Pusgley, coolest soul of this house. We need to improve your vocabulary huh, I'll help you later. Now, I need to answer before someone sees us, you better go.

And so the Elf went to enjoy the rest of the night somewhere, until he was asked again.

Y/N opened the door and was surprised, she just couldn't tell if it was good or bad. In front of him were Lucio, Narcissa and none other than Draco Malfoy. The girl smiled when she saw the boy.

- Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, what a surprise to see you. - He smiled politely at the couple in front of him, pretending the best he can. - Draco - He nodded and gave a half smile. - Come on in - Y/N gave the couple and their son a ticket to their mansion.

- Very good to see you Y/N, you are more beautiful every day - Narcissa said sympathetically.

Lucio was about to say something to Y/N when Petrus arrived against the couple, greeting them like the great friends they are. If the friendship of the two families was not based on horrible concepts, they would even look like nice people. Draco's parents were accompanied by Y/N's parents to the living room to talk. The boy stayed behind with Y/N.

- Hey. How are you? - Draco said with a loose smile on his face, he knew his friend was not doing well.

Y/N didn't say a word, just indicated for stairs and the two went up to the girl's room. Once there, Y/N closed the door and simply burst into tears while hugging his friend. She had been holding them for almost a month. Draco could be insensitive to many people, but with Y/N it was different, he really cared about the girl. As much as he didn't like her friends, including Cedric, he would never deny her a hug of comfort. And deep down, even though he didn't want to admit it, Draco wanted that hug to last forever.

While Draco and Y/N were in an affectionate and personal moment up the stairs, their parents had other plans for this meeting.

- So you really saw him, Lucio? Petrus asked the blond man in front of him, pouring him a glass of whiskey.

- Yes, he is stronger than ever, he thanked me for being one of the only ones to be on his side, it was an honor - Lucio replied, even though he knew it had not been so.

- Merlin! It must have been wonderful - Eva said with a smile on her face.

- And as it was, finally after years of waiting he finally came back. I can't stand to see Hogwarts in that state anymore, full of ... wizards of an impure lineage. Teaching that we can mix, what will become of our race in this way? - Lucio commented with disgust in his voice.

- Don't even tell me, every day I have more problems with Y/N, she insists that we can mix with these people. But I know she says it out loud, we created it so well, it's just a phase - Eva said, wanting to believe her own words.

- When the time comes, she'll have to make a choice, you know that don't you, Petrus? - Said Narcissa sitting like a lady on the dark sofa in front of the fireplace.

- Yes. And certainly she chose the family, I have no doubt that she will be a great diner - Firmed Petrus.

The truth is that none of the four adults there believed in it very much, but none of them would have the audacity to speak out loud, that perhaps, when the time came, Y/N would be a traitor to her own blood.

[adenei]

Finding My Way Back To You - Ch. 4

Father Knows Best

Hermione waited as Ron unlocked the door, and he gestured for her to go in first. She slung her jacket over one of the chairs as she walked aimlessly towards the bedroom. Hermione was trying to process everything as she grabbed her toothbrush and pajamas and headed for the bathroom. 

As she brushed her teeth, she reflected on what had happened. Hermione wasn’t planning on doing anything tonight, except maybe drinking a bit too much and hopefully loosening her lips to tell Ron how she felt. But he’d stopped her. And she was honestly annoyed that he had. But then he suggested they go for a walk and scope out one of the houses. The house that was her parents. Her parents. They were alive. They were okay. They remembered her because the spell broke during her torture. They weren’t mad. But..how could they not be mad at her. Hermione was expecting the worst, and yet they were relieved to see her there, and even understanding. 

She spit into the sink and rinsed her mouth out. Hermione moved to use the toilet and change her clothes next. Her parents wanted her to stay with them, but she’d said no. Why? Ron. She couldn’t abandon him. He’d come with her all this way. She was hoping she’d be able to spend time alone with him to sort things out, but instead they’d found her parents within the first twenty four hours. All because he suggested a walk. 

Hermione felt a wave of gratitude flood her system. She was going to have her parents back, sooner than she thought,  and it was all because of his suggestion. She opened the bathroom door and picked up her clothes. Ron was sitting on the bed, waiting for her to come out, presumably so they could switch. He stood up to walk toward the bathroom, but Hermione cut him off.

She dropped what she was holding and met him halfway, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. “Thank you,” she said into his shoulder.

Ron wasn’t expecting the hug, and it took a moment to react, but he gladly wrapped his arms around her. “Er, you’re welcome, though I’m not sure for what?” he said awkwardly, but he never let go of her.

Hermione looked up at him. “For suggesting we go for a walk. For not letting me get drunk instead tonight. For helping me find my parents.” Hermione felt her cheeks grow hot as she looked away slightly. “For being here with me.”

I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, Ron thought. “It’s nothing,” he said instead. Why was it so hard to just tell her how he felt? “Wouldn’t want you here alone,” he added in an attempt to salvage the moment. He felt her grip on him slacken as she let go and picked up the clothes she’d discarded.

He continued onto the loo as she put her clothes away and pulled the covers back on the bed and climbed in. She picked up the book on the nightstand, and attempted to read. She heard the door open and watched Ron come out of the loo. He put his things away and made his way to the door, undoubtedly heading to sleep on the couch.

“Er, night, Hermione,” he said to her.

“Goodnight,” Hermione said as she watched him turn to walk away. Hermione glanced to the left of her at the giant bed where she was only occupying a tiny amount of space. “Ron?” she said as she saw him out by the couch in the other room.

“Yeah?” he stopped and looked into the next room at her.

“Y-you don’t have to sleep on the couch if you don’t want to,” she said hesitantly.

“It’s fine, Hermione. I’ll be fine,” Ron protested.

“Well, you don’t have to,” Hermione was getting a bit frustrated now. “This bed is enormous.” He stood there looking at her, not knowing what to say. “I don’t mind,” Hermione finally said.

“I don’t know…” Ron finally said.

“Please?” Hermione couldn’t believe she was begging him to share a bed with her. Maybe I’m reading too much into everything. Maybe we are just friends, she thought. “You shouldn’t have to sleep on a couch. Besides, if I’d stayed with my parents, then you would have a bed to sleep on,” she reasoned.

She watched him think about it, and after an excruciating few seconds, watched as he walked back into the room. “You’re sure?” he asked again.

“Yes, Ron, it’s fine.” Hermione said as he pulled the covers back and slipped in. Hermione went back to her book for a while as Ron lay there.

“Hermione, why didn’t you stay with your parents?” Ron asked. 

She stopped reading and looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Your parents wanted you to stay with them. Why’d you come back with me? I would have understood..”

Hermione stared at the space between them as she thought about it. She knew the reason why, but wasn’t sure if she wanted to admit that. She closed the book and set it on the nightstand next to her. “I wanted to stay with you,” she said quietly.

“I-I’m glad you did,” he said. 

And just like that, the little glimpse of hope had returned in Hermione’s heart.

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Ron woke up early the next morning and realized his arm was wrapped around Hermione’s waist. Somehow, despite falling asleep on separate sides of the bed, they’d both inched closer to each other, and were cuddled together. Not that Ron minded in the least. But she was asleep, and he wasn’t sure how she’d feel if she woke up, so he carefully extricated his arm from around her and got up. He went to use the loo, and cast a silencing charm on the door so he wouldn’t wake her. 

When he finished, he lifted the charm and went out to the other room. He blamed the time difference for why he was wide awake at 6:30, and was thankful that Hermione was still able to sleep. The sun was beginning to appear over the horizon, and Ron thought some fresh air might be good for him. He scribbled a note to Hermione, letting her know he was going for a walk and left it on the table. 

Ron locked the door behind him and headed for the park across the street. It had several walking paths throughout it, and he began wandering aimlessly down one of the paths. The weather looked as though it was going to be another beautiful day. Maybe he’d convince Hermione to come out with him later and explore the area since they didn’t have to spend it making phone calls and trying to track down her parents. 

He continued walking, staying on the same path so he wouldn’t get lost. It was quiet and solitary for the most part, until Ron saw someone else who was out for a jog on the path down a ways from him. As the person got closer, he looked more familiar. Mr. Granger had slowed to a stop in front of him. “Ron! I wasn’t expecting to see you out here this early!”

“Er, good morning, Mr. Granger. I think the time difference is still having a bit of an effect on me. I couldn’t sleep any longer,” he said. 

“Ah, yes, I remember it took a good four days before we were fully acclimated ourselves. Care to walk with me for a bit?” Mr. Granger asked.

“Er, sure,” Ron agreed and turned to head back in the direction he came from. 

“How is Hermione doing?” Mr. Granger asked him. 

Ron thought for a moment. “She’s handling things fairly well. To be honest, we were both surprised to find you so quickly. Let alone that you remembered her. She wasn’t prepared for that,” Ron admitted.

Mr. Granger nodded. “If it’s all the same, we weren’t prepared to see her yesterday, either.”

“Are you both really not mad at her for what she did? Sending you here, I mean?” Ron couldn’t help but ask. He wanted to help prepare her if there was hidden anger and resentment. 

“We were at first. I was quite livid myself, if I’m being honest. But the more we thought about it, the more we figured there had to be a reason. Jean and I could tell Hermione was keeping things from us.”

“She wanted to protect you as best she could,” Ron interjected.

“We know. I do hope she’ll be honest and forthcoming with us as we move forward. I can’t say it’s been easy to watch her pull away over the past few years.”

Ron thought about what Mr. Granger had said. “I’m sorry if I took her away from the time she had to spend with you. Mum and Dad always said I could extend the invitation to have Hermione stay with us as well as Harry. I guess I never thought about it taking time away from you both.” He wasn’t sure what urged him to give an apology, but it felt like the right attempt.

“We don’t blame you, Ron. It’s where she wanted to be, and we wanted more than anything to give her the world,” Mr. Granger reassured him. They walked quietly for a while before Mr. Granger stopped at a bench and sat down. They were nearly back to the street where Ron and Hermione were staying.

“Are you two together, then?” Mr. Granger looked at him, waiting for an answer.

“What? Oh, er, no,” Ron said. “Just- just friends. Best friends, really.”

Mr. Granger nodded slowly. “I admire your loyalty to her.” He stared ahead, watching a dog play fetch with his owner across the field in front of them. “You both said she was tortured and that’s what broke the memory charm Hermione had placed on us?”

Ron nodded. “Yeah, that seems to be the most logical explanation. It was sudden for you both, right? The memories didn’t come back gradually?”

“It was like a lightswitch had been turned back on. Quite sudden. Will you be honest with me, and tell me how bad it really was?” Mr. Granger asked him seriously.

Ron stared ahead, not seeing the landscape before him, but visions of the horrors of Malfoy Manor. “It should have been me. I tried to take her place. Begged them to take me instead of her, but they took Harry and I and locked us away in the cellar. She was screaming, and all I could do was punch the walls and pull at the bars to try and get to her. I kept yelling her name..”

“How did you get to her?”

“Dobby. He was an elf. Harry somehow asked for help and he appeared. Elf magic’s different from our own. Dobby helped get the others to safety, and we were able to escape when one of the Death Eaters came to check on the noise we were making. I managed to get his wand and we went upstairs. Hermione wasn’t screaming anymore…” Mr. Granger didn’t need to know about Pettigrew and his magicked hand that was his own demise.

“Bellatrix was about to give Hermione to Greyback. I lost it and started attacking them. I needed to get to her, but then she had snatched her up again and threatened us all. That’s how she got the scar on her neck. Dobby came back and loosened their chandelier. The diversion worked but Bellatrix jumped out of the way and dropped Hermione so that it landed on her. I was able to pull her out and get her to safety. It’s all a blur, really.”

“Was she-”

“She wasn’t conscious when we got to Shell Cottage. Hermione will probably spare you the details, and for good reason. I carried her in and my sister in law immediately started to tend to her. Bellatrix had used the Cruciatus. It’s a torture curse that inflicts horrible pain. Another friend from school - Neville- his parents were never the same after it’d been used extensively on them. I couldn’t think straight, and it was brutal waiting for her to wake up. I didn’t know what I would do if she didn’t.”

“How long did it take?”

“Twenty hours. She needed a lot of pain potion to help keep things in check, and then the nightmares started. It took almost a month of healing, and then we’d jumped right back into the mission. I was worried she wasn’t ready, but she insisted we needed to make the next move.” Ron hadn’t realized that tears had escaped his eyes. He hadn’t talked about Hermione’s torture with anyone except Bill and Fleur. 

“Thank you for being honest with me. I won’t tell Jean, or Hermione for that matter.”

“I don’t know how much she plans on telling you, but I do know she wants to be up front about everything that’s happened without worrying you too much,” Ron tried to explain.

“Well, she’s safe now and that’s what matters,” Mr. Granger said.

“You wouldn’t ask her to leave the magical world, would you?” Ron asked before he could stop himself.

“I won’t lie to you, Ron. It’s crossed my mind. But she loves it too much. It wouldn’t be fair of us to ask her to leave it behind,” Mr. Granger answered.

Ron didn’t respond. He stayed quiet, thinking of what life could possibly be like without her in it. He couldn’t imagine it.

“You care about her, don’t you. More than just as a friend?” Mr. Granger broke the silence.

“I do, sir,” Ron responded.

“Does she know?”

“I hope so.” Ron looked guiltily at his questioning face. “I haven’t told her as much, no.”

“You should tell her,” Mr. Granger told him.

“I’ve tried. But every time the moment seems to be broken, or something life altering is happening, and it just hasn’t been the right time,” Ron tried to explain.

“Then make it the right time. Don’t wait, Ron. I almost waited too long to tell Jean how I felt and could have lost my chance to be with her.”

“But-”

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed in her response, if I’m not mistaken.” Mr. Granger cut him off as he looked at his watch. “I need to get going, or I’ll be late for work.” He stood up and began to walk away. “At least think about what I said. We’ll see you both this afternoon.”

Ron nodded as he watched him walk away. Don’t wait for the right time, make it. Maybe Mr. Granger was right. He’d come so close to telling her how he felt so many times now. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want to wait any longer. Then, if she did reject him, he’d at least be able to have some sort of closure so he could try to move on. He hoped that wasn’t the case. Ron got up from the bench with a newfound resolve, and headed back to their temporary flat, determined to make the most of the day ahead.

[cocos-cocoapuffsarenotforsale]

His Little Witch~~Part 3

MASTERLIST

PART 2

Main Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Background Pairings: Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood x Neville Longbottom, James Potter x Lily Potter, Draco Malfoy x Pansy Parkinson

Tags: Possessive Tom Riddle, Soulmates, AU, CANON DIVERGENCE, Minister of Magic Tom Riddle, Out of Character Tom Riddle, nice Tom Riddle, Dumbledore and Tom get along, sane Tom Riddle

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“Morning Little Witch,” you hear a smooth voice whisper. You open your eyes slowly still exhausted from all the craziness yesterday of meeting your soulmate.

“Morning Tommy,” you whisper, shutting your eyes and rolling over to go back to sleep.

“Oh no, you don’t Little Witch. We have a lot to do today. Up you get!” He teases smacking your ass sharply as he chuckles.

“Hey! What was that for?” You ask slightly annoyed. God, you were still tired.

“To wake you up. Let’s go get some breakfast in you before we start our day.” He says pulling you up and scooping you back up into his arms.

“Tom stop it, I’m too heavy for you to carry.” You try to protest but he hushes your worries.

“You are perfect. You are not too heavy at all Little Witch.” He replies as he carries you towards the kitchen where you hear a familiar voice.

“Miss Y/L/N!!! Oh Miss Y/L/N!! Dobby has missed you so much!” Your old friend Dobby the house-elf greets you excitedly.

“I believe you remember Dobby the house-elf your friend Harry freed from the Malfoy home a few years ago,” Tom says with a big smile on his face. As he sets you back into your feet.

“Of course! How are you Dobby?” You ask the elf with a big smile.

“Oh, most wonderful Miss. As you know I’ve been working at Hogwarts the last few years but last night Miss Granger and Professor Dumbledore introduces me to Master Riddle here and he offered Dobby a paid position Miss! A paid position! In the Minister of Magic’s home! Oh, the other house-elves were most jealous of Dobby! But thankfully Master Riddle was kind enough to offer Winky a position as well! You are most lucky to be his soulmate, Miss!” Dobby explains before ushering you into the kitchen and showing you all of your breakfast options.

“Thank you so much, Dobby! I’m so glad to have a familiar face in my new home!” You exclaim once he has finished presenting the breakfast options. You throw your arms around the small elf.

“Oh, Miss!” Dobby exclaims, wiping tears from his eyes. It sends an ache through your heart to remember he had probably never been given this much affection.

“Thank you, Dobby. If you could excuse us please Y/n and I have important matters to discuss.” Tom asks Dobby politely once the two of you break apart. Dobby nods and is gone in a snap.

“So what are we doing today?” You inquire as you take a bite of your fruit.

“Well, first things first we are going to your loft to pack up anything you have there and to cancel your lease, seeing as I am the Minister of Magic it should be quick and easy. Then we will go back to Hogwarts as I have to be there this evening to welcome the students and staff members from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons as well as the Bulgarian and French Ministers. Before the welcoming ceremony, we will retrieve your belongings and discuss our plans with Dumbledore. Then we will come home.” He gives you a quick rundown of the day as the two of you finish eating. He transfigures your nightgown into a casual dress with a sweater, leggings, and boots. Then he changes his clothes and holds out his arm ready to apparate the two of you to Diagon Alley. You brace yourself before taking hold of his arm and disappearing from the manor.

When you open your eyes the two of you are in the middle of Diagon Alley. Tom leads you in the direction of your apartment. While you wonder for a fleeting moment how on Earth he knows where your loft is? You remember that this is Tom Riddle you are talking about and somehow Tom always knew everything.

Once you reach your apartment Tom goes to meet the landlord while you start packing up your things. There honestly wasn’t much there, just some spare clothes and blankets and a few pictures and keepsakes. Most of your things you brought with you to Hogwarts and kept in a bag with an undetectable extension charm on it. You were all packed by the time Tom returned with a chewy grin covering his face.

“I take it it went well?” You ask arching an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yes, it’s all taken care of. Being the Minister does have its advantages you know.” He teases as he points his wand at your bags making them disappear. “They will be waiting for ya at the manor. Ready to go to Hogwarts?” He asks, offering you his arm, which you take without hesitation.

Next thing you know you are back in your dorm room at Hogwarts. Being that it is breakfast time the room is deserted except for a fluffy white dog staring up at you.

“Boo!” You exclaim. You hold out your arms for him while you kneel down. He jumps into your arms immediately and begins licking your face happily.

“Oh, baby I’m so sorry I left you. I promise I won’t do it ever again! But guess what?” Boo cocks his head waiting to hear your news. “I found him! I found my soulmate!” You yell happily, Boo wags his tail and gives you one last big lick on the cheek.

“So this is the famous Boo huh? How old is he?” Tom asks getting down to pet him which Boo happily accepts, even going so far as to roll into his back to ask for a belly rub which Tom gladly answers.

“He’s about a year and a half-ish. He found me the night my parents died. I took a walk around the woods and there he was. Dumbledore checked him out and discovered he was my familiar. Dumbledore told me that familiars live at least as long as their masters. Occasionally they live longer but most of the time they die right after their masters. I’m just glad I won’t have to be without him ever.” You explain giving Boo a good ear scratch.

“We better pack the rest of your things,” he says, “and Boo’s too of course.” He adds seeing the unhappy look on your dog’s face. You, with the help of Tom, quickly pack up all your things (using your magic of course) and Boo’s stuff before exiting the dormitory. The common room is just as deserted as the dorm was. Tom leads you towards Dumbledore’s office, with Boo trailing behind.

“Pixie Puffs,” Tom says to the stone gargoyle. It twists revealing a staircase leading up to Dumbledore’s office.

“Albus?” Tom asks, knocking on the door.

“Come in,” Dumbledore replies in his usual deep voice.

“Ah Tom, Miss Y/L/N, to what do I owe this pleasure?” He asks with a slight smile hiding under his bushy beard.

“We would like to discuss Y/n’s educational arrangements for the remainder of the year. The two of us have reached a compromise that we hope you will find agreeable.” Tom explains, Dumbledore nods for Tom to continue.

“Y/n will still attend lessons at Hogwarts however she will be living at my manor and will floo powder to Hogwarts in the morning and return home after the afternoon lessons are complete. Does this sound doable for you?” He asks though you are fairly certain once Tom decides something it is pretty much a fact that it will happen.

“Miss Y/L/N is this agreeable to you?” Dumbledore asks, turning to you.

“Yes, this was actually my idea.” You reply.

“Then I see no reason not to allow it. Anything else?” He asks curiously.

“Actually yes, we also will need Y/n to have two Aurors with her during the day. It’s just a precautionary measure but I’m sure you understand. The soulmate of the Minister of Magic needs protection after all.” Tom explains.

“Of course, that should be just fine. Which Aurors were you thinking?” Dumbledore agrees without hesitation.

“James Potter and Sirius Black. They are the best and most trustworthy Aurors I know.” Tom says Dumbledore nods in agreement.

“That’s about it I suppose. How long do we have until Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrive?” Tom inquires.

“About half an hour, but we could head down to the courtyard now just in case they are early,” Dumbledore suggests. Tom nods and takes your hand as the two of you follow Dumbledore down to the courtyard. Boo followed you excited to see what you were doing.

Most of the students and professors were already waiting in the courtyard when the four of you got there. Everyone was staring at you and you tried to hide behind Tom, you hated being the center of attention. You see your friends staring at you in shock and Hermione tries to motion you over. You knew they were going to grill you about it sooner or later so you figured you might as well get it over with. When you go to walk towards them however a steely grip on your hand keeps you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going Little Witch?” Tom asks you with a steely gaze.

“I was gonna go talk to my friends quick. They are really confused. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” You promise, Tom relents but he doesn’t look happy about it. You walk over to your friends still feeling Tom’s harsh gaze on you.

“What the hell is going on?!” Hermione asks as she launches herself into you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“I meet my soulmate!” You reply with a giggle. Hermione shoots you a glare clearly wanting more information.

“Tom Riddle the Minister of Magic is your soulmate?” She asks for clarification.

“Yes. Oh ‘Mione he’s wonderful! And Dobby is working at his manor! And Winky!” You exclaim.

“Y/n has he been treating you ok?” Ginny asks hesitantly.

“Of course he has. Why?” You were slightly confused.

“Well, he’s known to be a very, ummm…ruthless and cold person,” Ginny explains hesitantly.

“I thought you guys liked him?” You were confused, all of your friends had always spoken so highly of him.

“As a minister he’s wonderful. But as a soulmate…” Ron trails off.

“He’s been nothing but loving and sweet. What have you lot heard?” You were curious to know about your soulmate and his reputation.

“Well, he’s ruthless when he was becoming an Auror he learned all kinds are dark magic. He used it against the dark wizards he hunted so it was ok but he was pretty hardcore. And he hasn’t got a family and he’s never had any personal relationships, at least not any that people have ever known about. He may use his dark side for good but we don’t know what he’s like in his personal life…” Ron explains scratching his neck, he refuses to meet your eyes.

“We just wanted to make sure he’s treating you well,” Luna reassures you, sensing your distress.

“You’re our friend Y/n/n, we just wanted to make sure you were ok,” Harry says.

“I’m ok guys. Better than ok, I found my soulmate!” You exclaim clapping your hands together.

“So I take it you went to his place last night?” Hermione asks with a quirk of her eyebrows.

“Yeah…” you reply, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I’m going to be living there from now on.” 

“What about Hogwarts?!” Hermione asks, distressed.

“I’ll be flooing in every day during the week for lessons and then returning to the manor after my lessons are done for the day.” You explain giving her a quick side squeeze to make her feel better.

“Oh, that’s brilliant Y/n! We expected you to leave Hogwarts.” Ginny says.

“Why?” You were curious as to why they would think you would drop out.

“Well, you are the Minister’s mate. I figured he would homeschool you. I mean it’s dangerous to be his mate. People will want to use you to get to him. It’s probably easier to keep you safe that way.” Ginny explains.

“Well he wanted to but we compromised on having two Aurors with me for lessons and then returning me home. Your dad is one of them, Harry and Sirius.” You explain, Harry smirked at this, knowing his dad and godfather would have to sit through Hogwarts’ lessons again made him laugh.

“The minister compromised?” Neville inquires, shocked. “He’s never done that before. He doesn’t compromise on anything.”

“Really?”

“Really. He’s been in office for almost a decade and never once has he backed down or compromised a deal. It’s part of the reason everyone loves him.” Hermione explains.

TOM POV

I let Y/n go to her friends but I never take my eyes off her. I’ve only been with her a day and already I feel extraordinarily possessive and protective over her.

“Already have you wrapped around her finger eh Tom?” Dumbledore asks with that familiar twinkle in his eyes.

“From the moment I laid eyes on her.” 

“I must say I was surprised you decided to allow her to continue her studies here at Hogwarts. I had assumed you would prefer her to stay at the manor and have tutors come to her.” 

“I most certainly would have preferred it. However, she wanted to continue here, with her friends.” I explain clenching my hands into fists. I was really not happy with this arrangement, anything could happen to her here.

“So you compromised?” Dumbledore inquires, he had that knowing look on his face, the one where he knows something no one else does.

“Unfortunately.”

“Tom, it’s ok to admit she affects you.”

“No, it’s not. I can’t have her hurt because of me. I will do anything to ensure her safety.” I vow before walking over to my girl.

YOUR POV

“Little Witch.” You hear a smooth, deep voice say. You turn around and smack into a hard chest. Tom. Strong arms wrap around you to steady you and a deep baritone chuckle vibrates through his chest.

“Hey.” You say breathlessly.

“Come Little Witch. Our guests are arriving.” He explains. He nods at your friends before pulling you towards the professors to welcome the guests.

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PART 4