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Hermione from @mhcalamas “Fireside Chat”

[bionicallywriting]

Title: Hot in the Himalayas

Word Count: 14,000

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served cold. In the icy reaches of the Himalayas, years after their ill-conceived affair, Hermione plots out the steps to her revenge with a few old friends. It just so happens that things don’t turn out exactly the way she plans, not when tempers are running so hot.

Tags: Humour and some angst (in Hermione's mind only)

Excerpt:

Malfoy suddenly turned intense red-rimmed eyes on her and breathed alcoholic fumes in her face as he said, “Hit me, Granger.”

He was completely crowding her space and forcing her to lean backwards over the stone stairs to maintain some semblance of distance. She almost fell over, but he caught her elbow and hauled her upright.

“What?” She tried to struggle free, but the scrawny thing was stronger than he looked. He smelled like he had been dunked into a vat of alcohol.

“Hit me in the face, Granger. You know you want to and it'll make me feel better. I wasn't sorry for third year, but I'm sorry now, for not doing a damn thing while you got tortured—”

“Oh, shut up, Malfoy,” she said and tried to shove him away. Almost everyone she had come across had apologised to her for that. It was strange that he was too, except he had always wanted to be on whatever bandwagon others were on. Also, someone definitely spiked the punch, because she felt decidedly strange being so close to him. She had never found his annoying little face attractive, preferring character over supposed looks, but he had swagger alright, and apparently her hormones were not immune to swagger, no matter what her brain wanted to believe.

“Hit me. Hit me. C'mon, I deserve it and you want to. You know you want to—hit me!”

So she did, because if she hadn't wanted to before, she definitely did now, because he was irritating her so damned much. 

He reared off her, holding one hand to his cheek like he had third year, his mouth open. 

She was the one smirking now, shrugging as he stalked back to grab her by the upper arms. “Hey, you told me to,” she protested.

He didn't seem drunk in the least as he stared down at her with those red-rimmed silver eyes. “I didn't think you were going to!”

She shrugged again. “Well, I can't help it if you're so slappable.”

He scowled down at her and shook her. Just for that, she slapped him again, and then he kissed her.

That shocked the hell out of her, but not as much as his next words, which were, “Merlin, I've been wanting to do that for ages.”

That was when she kissed him back.

***

See that beautiful aesthetic up there? Made for me by the talented @mhcalamas. So much thanks and a very belated posting of this fic, which was for the 2019 Salt and Pepper Fest earlier this year.

This fic, yikes, it took me a bit of fiddling to get it to the final stage. It was borne out of an extremely hilarious episode of Hot in Cleveland, in which vengeance on an old lover turns into all sorts of hilarious arthritic comedy. Needless to say, if Hermione had been completely serious about revenge, Malfoy would not survive.

[delia-pavorum]

If Rey could have a “stuck up, half-witted, scruffy-looking Nerfherder” moment with Ben, what do you think she’d say (because you know Han probably teased Leia about that forever)???

Oh my gosh, good question. I’ve actually written an exchange between them before where she calls him a “moof-milker”, which is now one of my favourite canonverse insults:

Mundane chatter, amounting to a greater picture of what their lives are truly like; idle chitchat that starts to feel like an old blanket—

“Could you refrain from talking with your mouth full?”

“Could you refrain from being such a moof-milker?”

—Something warm and comfortable. Safe.

(From Moral Ambiguity)

But in terms of actually blasting him in anger/annoyance? I can almost see her being exasperated with his self-flagellation and belief that he doesn’t deserve forgiveness/redemption and insulting him out of love. 😂 Either way, I hope we see it in TRoS!! 

♥️

[mykesprit]

@mhcalamas writes A M A Z I N G stories in different ships and fandoms. Below are only some of my favorites. Check her out so you can love her as much as I do!

I’m quite attached to this one because it was written for meeeeeee:

Too Much in Love

Pairing: Harmony

Summary:

"Neither of them were really all right, she knew that. But they'd agreed to survive this celebration ball nonsense together, and that's what they'd done..." It's been two years since the end of the Second Wizarding War, and Hermione and Harry can't find it in them to say goodnight. COMPLETE

This GORGEOUS Reylo:

A Different Point of View

Pairing: Reylo

Summary:

Why is the Force connecting us?

Kylo Ren is left alone with his thoughts and memories between Force connections with Rey... until they are connected in her hut... A completed Drabble/Oneshot of Kylo Ren/Ben Solo's POV of the hut scene.

This one has one of my favorite “side” characters she’s ever written--Moony!:

Completely Obvious

Pairing: Remione

Summary:

Hermione was ready for a career change. Remus wants to hire a tutor for Teddy. An AU in which Remus lives.

Such an adorable fic! The first one I ever read of hers (anonymous at the time I read it), and I immediately fell in love with her prose:

The Undeniable Power of Fairy Magic

Pairing: Dramione

Summary:

Hermione Granger has been turned into a fairy. Will her partner in the Care of Magical Creature Department, Draco Malfoy, be able to turn back into a human, or will she remain a fairy forever?

One of my absolute favorite Dramiones ever! Such beautiful writing, and if you love a great Theo/Hermione friendship or a Harry/Hermione friendship, this one’s for you!:

Memorised 

Pairing: Dramione

Summary:

Astoria Malfoy is found dead in Paris. Hanging from her ankle, all the blood drained from her body, and the galleons and galleons apparently with her are missing. Aurors have a suspect, but mounting evidence seems to point to her husband, Draco. In a twisted tale of intrigue, suspicion and love, Magizoologist Hermione Granger wishes she'd never set foot in Paris. EWE. DRAMIONE.

Read her.

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[riddikulusfest]

Title: Puppets and Glue Author: @mhcalamas Characters/Pairings: Draco/Hermione Rating: T Prompt #: 2 Crack fic first kiss Word Count: 2274 Content/Warning(s): Some mild profanity. Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is being made from this creation. A/N:There is some mild language in this.Special thanks to the moderators for this fest, for Hystaracal for the inspiration, to Mykespirit for reading this and saying it was funny and my amazing beta CourtingInsanity.

Summary: Godparents Draco and Hermione have been asked to babysit for the day. Things may or may not get sticky. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18081395

Excerpt:

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Surprised, Draco?” Granger answers, though the witch doesn’t turn her head of curls to acknowledge his entrance.

He huffs. “Yes. I’m gone for all of five minutes and, as usual, you’ve taken over. This can only end in disaster.”

That gets her attention. “If you’re referring to the incident with the Cornish pixies, I maintain that was neither my idea, nor my fault.” She pauses in her work nudge a pudgy baby’s nose with her finger. “Besides that, you’ve been gone for forty-five minutes—”

“ I have not!”  He’s indignant, but cannot resist brushing a hand over his trimmed fringe once more…

His godson coos and giggles from behind Granger and the witch turns back to the baby, saying in that sing-song voice she gets around baby James, “Oh yes he was.” She summons a pot labelled ‘Glue’ to her and sings again, “Yes, yes, yes, Draco was. You didn’t even mess his hair up—”

“He did so!” Draco yelps, carding both hands through his fine, trimmed and pristine hair, thank you very much. “He spewed that green vegetable mash all in my clothes and hair.”  

“Still not your fault, little James,” Granger keeps singing to their godson, while Draco vows then and there to seek revenge on Potter for conspiring to make them babysit their godson together.

Together for the day.

[dramioneasks]

Memorised - mhcalamas - M, 28 chapters, Words: 107,154 - Astoria Malfoy is found dead in Paris. Hanging from her ankle, all the blood drained from her body, and the galleons and galleons apparently with her are missing. Aurors have a suspect, but mounting evidence seems to point to her husband, Draco. In a twisted tale of intrigue, suspicion and love, Magizoologist Hermione Granger wishes she'd never set foot in Paris. EWE. DRAMIONE.

[quintalon]

My wonderful and completely amazing friend @mhcalamas made this beautiful moodboard for me. I love it!! Thank you again, lovely! 💛💙

[lilibug--xx]

Any good suggestions for Dramione fics?

Oh. Entirely too many, anon.

Let's start somewhere though. I'll plug my friends first if that's okay with you.

don't get too close by @dreamsofdramione is a lovely war era little oneshot with feelings and smut and is just delightful.

literally anything @mrsren96 is golden but in particular in the middle & wanderlust

two desks apart by @ms-merlinblack is incredible and I adore Draco's pov. I'm a sucker for when dramione work together at the ministry.

learning to breathe by @frumpologist hurts in all of the best ways and who doesn't love an 8th year fic? It's fabulous.

taming granger by @ladykenz347 a really awesome 10 things I hate about you kind of fic. & couples weekend was such a joy and literally made me laugh. Now, I haven't read the troublesome thing about time yet but I'm working down my list for it, and it sounds amaze.

woven by @mhcalamas is a healer Hermione fic, at Hogwarts no less, with fellow Professor Draco and I just so adore that setting - I can never get enough fics like that.

butterbeer mustaches by @xravenslight is TOO CUTE. I love Hermione being her own boss and surrounded by books, and Draco, forever and ever.

wild mountain thyme by @nuclearnik is a historical au set in the 1600s and is just lovely. I adore anything set in Scotland, so got me hook line and sinker there.

good by @lovesbitca8 is so DELICIOUS that I am still literally salivating over chapter 1 and dying for the rest. It's temptation that has my name written all over it. & oh my god, they were roommates is so fucking good too.

traditions by @raven-maiden is so good I want to weep. Can't recommend that one enough.

distance by @indreamsink is one of the best post-Hogwarts slow burns I've ever read. It is so so great. & boardwalk is the fic I never knew I needed in my life. It's like a summer breeze.

And who would I be if I didn't recommend the gloriana set by TheBeMoon? It's so close to completion I can almost taste it.

Listen, anon. I think you made a big mistake asking me this because I could literally go on for days. And this was strictly dramione. Don't ask me about triad fics because I could write a book on how I love those. I also have A TOOOON of other Hermione pairing recs with really fucking excellent fics. I have all the deets.

Anywho. That's all for now.

[dark-arts-society-fbhp]

DAS weekend tumblr challenge!!!! Starting off the weekend of loving on fics, @mhcalamas shared a moodboard for one of her favorite scenes ever. It’s from Sweetly Broken, by @ladykenz347 and it’s Dramione sweetness! Reblog and share your manips and or moodboards and let’s fill the timelines with love this weekend!

[bookloverdream-blessedindeed]

I just love this sweet fic by @mhcalamas

“Fireside Chat”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20873294

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[nuclearnik]

A snapshot for @mhcalamas 's Remus/Tonks fic

In Love and War by mcal

Summary: Following the love story of Remus John Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks through HP books 5-7. Mostly canon-based, but will diverge with some events.

Read here

[dfwsecondary]

If you’ve been lucky enough to come across @mhcalamas in this fandom, you probably know what an amazing human being she is. But did you know that she’s also a phenomenal editor (as well as fab writer!)? Get to know a different side of mcal!

How long have you been an Alpha/Beta? What got you started as an Alpha/Beta?

I think a year? Or close to? I love talking stories and hearing ideas get tossed around and see everything come together as a story. 

What projects have you worked on as an Alpha/Beta? What has been your favorite part about working on those projects?

Oh my goodness... too many to name. I work with LadyKenz347, Frumpologist, mrsren on a consistent basis, but my favorite about this fandom is that my friends know they can message me anytime if they're wanting another pair of eyes on something--whether it be for alpha or beta work or just cheerleading :) I love being there to help with words and stories and helping encourage the amazing writers 

If you are also a writer: 1) Did you first start off in fanfiction as a writer or an editor? 2) What do you find easier or more natural for you: writing or editing?

Started off as a reader!! then wrote, then added in alpha/beta work. I honestly find alpha reading to the be most natural and rewarding. I ADORE telling my friends what wording I loved about their story/chapter. I love sharing what themes I noticed and what made me laugh or cry... what scared me or made me nervous... 

For those who are considering being an Alpha/Beta, what advice can you give them? 

It's not your voice and story you're working on. It's someone else's. And that person trusts you a great deal to share this piece of unedited work with you. They trust you to be kind, fair, honest, and helpful--to make THEIR voice better. How I write isn't how someone else writes. Be mindful of different styles as you're with someone else's word. Be mindful of what you suggest. Be quick to encourage and share what you enjoyed. And know what a gift it is to be asked to alpha or beta read for someone. 

Share with us your go-to tip for editing!

Kindness, care, and respect! Oh!!! and be very clear when your writer wants this done by

What is your 1) Hogwarts house; 2) Patronus; and 3) Favorite holiday/winter food?

OH YAY!! So, I'm a Ravenclaw, but I feel a pretty solid Huffleclaw. My official Patronus is a bear... BUT!! honestly, Moony. Moony has a life of his own in Remus' head, and Moony is my Patronus. ANDDDDDD.... I LOVE LOVE LOVE Apple Crisp. It's warm and cinnamon and sweet and perfect :) 

If you wanna check out her editing style, here’s a fic she’s worked on:

A Theo-Logical Dilemma by LightofEvolution

[riddikulusfest]

Title: Puppets and Glue

By @mhcalamas

Pairing: Dramione

Summary:  Godparents Draco and Hermione have been asked to babysit for the day. Things may or may not get sticky.

Sneak Peak:

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Surprised, Draco?” Granger answers, though the witch doesn’t turn her head of curls to acknowledge his entrance.

He huffs. “Yes. I’m gone for all of five minutes and, as usual, you’ve taken over. This can only end in disaster.”

That gets her attention. “If you’re referring to the incident with the Cornish pixies, I maintain that was neither my idea, nor my fault.” She pauses in her work nudge a pudgy baby’s nose with her finger. “Besides that, you’ve been gone for forty-five minutes—”

“ I have not!”  He’s indignant, but cannot resist brushing a hand over his trimmed fringe once more…

His godson coos and giggles from behind Granger and the witch turns back to the baby, saying in that sing-song voice she gets around baby James, “Oh yes he was.” She summons a pot labelled ‘Glue’ to her and sings again, “Yes, yes, yes, Draco was. You didn’t even mess his hair up—”

“He did so!” Draco yelps, carding both hands through his fine, trimmed and pristine hair, thank you very much. “He spewed that green vegetable mash all in my clothes and hair.”  

“Still not your fault, little James,” Granger keeps singing to their godson, while Draco vows then and there to seek revenge on Potter for conspiring to make them babysit their godson together.

Together for the day.

Riddikulus Fest will begin posting on April 1! Follow @riddikulusfest​ to read this amazing story!

[dramioneasks]

Piecing Together by mhcalamas - M, one-shot - For In Dreams. The aftermath of the war has left Draco Malfoy broken, scarred, and willing to do just about anything to feel again. The only thing that could make matters worse is returning to Hogwarts. And yet, he finds a glimmer of hope in the witch he never expected. A drabble-gone-wild eighth year Dramione oneshot.

[indreamsink]

Prompt: Draco buys Hermione a cat

Some fluffy, friends-to-lovers fluff for @mhcalamas. I hope you like it! 

She felt Draco’s shoulder nudge hers and her mouth pulled into a twist. His grey eyes were wide, a heavy furrow in his brow. Hermione sighed, sinking deeper into the couch.

“You’re right,” she muttered, “it’s time I move on. I get it. He was just…”

“I know,” Draco agreed with a flippant shrug. “Crooks was family.”

Her mouth pulled into a smile at his easy admission. At the way he always seemed to understand her. It was strange to think how they had spent the first eight years of knowing one another at complete odds, when given the fact of how intuitive their friendship had become, years later.

“But Granger, really,” he went on, a hint of a smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth, “he was ancient.”

“Well fine,” Hermione agreed. It had been two months since Crookshanks had left her but she hadn’t quite been able to shake the melancholy, and Draco had caught her on a rough day when he’d Apparated over. “I suppose he’d seen quite a few days.”

“No greater life by a feline has ever been lived.” Draco gave a solemn nod. His expression was hesitant as he turned to face her. “But believe it or not,” he went on in a drawl, “I’m actually here for a reason today.”

“Aside from irritating me?” Hermione asked with a derisive snort.

Draco released a mocking ‘ha’ as he rose to his feet. “Wait here.”

He returned from the kitchen moments later with a large box in his arms. Hermione perked up, curiosity piqued, as she leaned forward in her seat.

Without ceremony, Draco reached into the box and deposited a small kitten in her lap. It was black and grey and blinked up at her with large blue eyes. Hermione’s mouth fell open, wide eyes swinging to Draco as he handed her another kitten, this one cream and toffee coloured.

“I know.” He shook his head. “You always tell me I’m indecisive. But look at them, Hermione. There was no way I was leaving with just one.”

She gaped at the fresh pair of kittens crawling across her lap, stunned.

“You bought me two –”

“Three,” he interrupted, handing her a pure white kitten with grey eyes. He offered her a smirk, his grey eyes meeting hers. “But you have to name this one Draco.”

“Three kittens,” Hermione said, her eyes stinging as she nodded. Something pulsed in her chest as she stared at the look on his face.

“Three kittens.” Draco gave an appraising nod. “You always said you wished you’d been able to get Crooks a friend but you didn’t have the time growing up to look after more than one.”

“Draco, I –” She shook her head, lost for words at the kindness of the gesture. She cradled the kittens to her chest, peering up at him from a mass of fur.

“Before you get too soppy on me,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “I also got you this.”

He handed her a small box from within the pocket of his trousers, and Hermione felt a surge of trepidation before he gave a hurried gesture and she popped the lid.

Inside was a thin silver chain bracelet, featuring a small charm of an orange cat. But it had the squashed face and irritable countenance of Crooks, and Hermione released a watery laugh as she grinned at him. “It’s perfect.”

“So you’ll always be able to keep him with you,” Draco mused, absently reaching for the bracelet and releasing the clasp.

Hermione swallowed, meeting the sudden intensity of his stare. “You bought me jewellery.”

“I did.” There was a hard set to his jaw as he held her eyes.

For as long as they’d been friends, Draco had stubbornly refused to declare for any witch, much to his mother’s chagrin. There was a heavy significance to the gifting of jewellery in the wizarding world, and Hermione felt a breath catch in her throat.

His fingers grazed the back of her hand, questioning.

She whispered, “You’re serious?”

His lips pressed into a smile but Hermione could see the nervous hesitation behind the gesture. He ran a hand through his hair. “If you’ll have me.”

Hermione’s heart raced in earnest now as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Suppose I’m going to need help raising three kittens, now won’t I?”

He grinned, slipping the chain around her wrist. “That was the idea.”