#oh dramione between things

[broadwaybalogna]

What irks me is why do so many zutara shippers also love dramione or reylo. Azutara is right there if the canon redemption arc is not that relevant to you guys. I personally do not get it, but it is probably because I do not care as much for enemies to lovers as I do for friends to lovers. Or maybe because I do not care for ‘I can fix him’ love stories all that much. I do think that Katara played a role in Zuko’s redemption arc, but to me it’s so important that he changed on his own and for his own reasons. I feel like you get what I mean 😊

I’m gonna be honest I’m so tired I should not be answering this until I completely understand what you’re saying but-

Okay so I havnt watched Star Wars in years. And I never watched Harry Potter, BUT, one thing I believed that happened often was that we got to see enough interactions with these characters for people to say “oh, there’s tension here.” Or “yeah I could ship that”. Correct me if I’m wrong, I could be! But I’m pretty sure all those characters had a lot of time to get to know, understand, and grow together in some respect.

Now, I’ve never been opposed to the “two characters that barely interact should get shipped!” Train. I’ve done it before, it’s fun. You get to create character dynamics based on what you only know of the characters outside of their interactions. It makes for great character studies if anything.

My main problem is that Azula never demonstrates any emotion other than hate for the Gaang. For her brother? Idk, it’s a stretch, but I believe in familial love, it could’ve been there ever so slightly. But she quite literally never sees them as anything other than the enemy.

I can totally understand the parallel aspect to their relationship, though. The parallels are define tot there, and I can see how that can influence a persons shipping preference. I first started shipping Zutara because of all the parallels i saw between them! So yeah, I get it.

I also totally understand not shipping Zutara, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea and sometimes enemies to lovers isn’t for you. I’m not asking you to like Zutara or dislike Azutara. Katara “playing a role in Zuko’s redemption arc” also isn’t a large reason as to why people ship the two together. I mean, their talk in the catacombs was definitely filled with romantic tension if you ask me, but that’s aside the point. Almost all of Zuko’s redemption, he fulfilled on his own with Iroh’s help.

Katara’s perspective simply helped him see the war from the completely opposing point of view without outright hate. And I think that’s beautiful.

Anyways, I went really off topic. Uh, TL;DR: I really don’t know anything about Reylo or Dramione. Azutara is still meh and I these mountains are getting really hard to climb in order to find that fuck I need to give. /lh (I’m sure asker didn’t mean any harm I just think it’s funny)

[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics (2024) (Part 4):

A frosty Encounter by tomfelton4ever69 - T, one-shot - A Christmas Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger story

Beneath the Hogwarts Snow by pizzalsalamino - not rated, 12 chapters - When Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy stay at Hogwarts over Christmas, they never expect their frosty rivalry to melt beneath the castle’s enchanted snow. Seeking refuge from their families and the world’s expectations, the unlikely pair find themselves crossing paths under mistletoe and moonlight, uncovering vulnerabilities they never dared to share. Amid snowy duels, stolen dances, and confessions by the fire, their connection grows—but so do the shadows of their differences. As the holiday magic fades, they must confront the harsh realities of their divided worlds. Will love born under the mistletoe survive beyond Christmas?

Five years later by Frau_weasley - M - A Dramione Advent Calendar Story - Set five years after the war, this Advent calendar-style story delivers 24 chapters of slow-burn romance, sharp wit, and heartfelt moments between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. Each day unveils a new chapter filled with evolving emotions, humorous banter, and glimpses of healing and redemption. As they work on a Ministry project during the festive season, sparks fly in unexpected ways.

Once Upon a December by angelicaghoul - M, WIP - Hermione Granger finally accepts to meet the parents of her current boyfriend, Michael Parker over the Christmas holidays. Only to find out that the significant other of her boyfriends sibling is her ex, Draco Malfoy, whom she left over a decade ago. Can they survive the few days under the same roof and be civil with each other?

Merry Christmas On the Line by SaltyOrange - M, one-shot - It’s Christmas Eve and Draco Malfoy dials a number.

Sanctuary by neilistic - E, one-shot - It's Christmas Eve. Darkness has fallen across the land, splintered howls ribbon through the wintry air, and Hermione is being hunted. In a quiet church she looks for sanctuary... just one small moment of peace before the end. What she finds is a dark-eyed priest, and maybe the answer to the bitter, hopeless prayers she's offered to the stars since the day that He left.

Candy Cane by callhermalfoy - M, one-shot - Hermione has a Christmas wish for Santa to fulfill.

Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Owl by induetimemydear - not rated, one-shot - When the holidays taste like a cup of grief ribboned with the nauseating aroma of what could have been One-shot : On opposite ends of life now, Hermione and Draco both reluctantly reminisce over the tragedy that was their relationship and the memories that cling to their souls. Nothing brings up longing more than the holidays

The Curse of the Past by TotalBookNerd99 - M, WIP - Fate hates Hermione. it threw her into a world that hated her for things she could not control, it took away her family, and now her daughter is marrying the son of the man who broke her... The only upside? She will be dead months after the wedding, so it's not like she will have to sit through a lifetime of awkward Christmas dinners. Oh right, another way fate hates her...she's dying of a curse no one can break because the sociopath who gave it to her is long dead. New downside? The man who broke her has crashed back into her life with a refusal to let her die and brought a bunch of past slytherins along with him.

icebreaker by ninepiecesofcrait - E, one-shot - On his way out of the office for Christmas break, Malfoy accidentally grabs the horrible present Ginny gave Hermione instead of his own, unraveling Hermione’s plans for a quiet, relaxing holiday in a single, vibrating moment.

Merry Christmas from Azkaban by Stephydfab - not rated, one-shot - The singular ghost of Azkaban is obsessed with Christmas and the only person that can see him is Lucius Malfoy, who is strikingly devoid of Christmas Spirit. Let's remedy that, shall we?

The Ghost of You by TaintedEmbrace - G, one-shot - Sometimes the ghosts we carry aren't just memories - a Dramione Christmas Eve story set in the aftermath of war. [WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH]

Cat in a (Santa) Hat by AccioPeaches - T, one-shot - After Theodore Nott's Christmas gift sparks chaos in the Granger-Malfoy household, Draco finds himself locked in a battle of wits and wills with a none-too-pleased Crookshanks. With Hermione determined to capture the perfect holiday photo, and the grumpy feline’s demands growing ever more absurd, all Draco wants is a moment of peace and a relaxing bubble bath. But in a house where Theo’s mischievous influence lingers, Christmas was never destined to be easy.

[zeebee3]

Dramione Month Day 5: Undetectable Extension Charm

Draco/Hermione

Implied NSFW

---

The readout glowed orange. 

Granger’s eyes narrowed at it, then flicked to him. 

“It’s saying there’s an Undetectable Extension Charm in the vicinity.”

Shit. Draco contorting his face into something adjacent to mild curiosity rather than guilt. “Oh?”

A huff through her nose announced her displeasure at his lackluster reaction, attention skimming around the room. “Why would there be an Undetectable Extension Charm here? Isn’t this a Muggle hotel?”

“Last I checked,” he muttered. Which had been numerous times from booking to arrival, particularly when realizing that they’d been put in the same room. Wizarding hotels allowed for things like transfiguration and conjuring. In the Muggle world, tampering was strictly banned. 

With her attention elsewhere, he took a covert step backwards toward the — gods — solitary double bed. Perhaps he could Vanish it before she—

“That was rhetorical.” In a swift motion, she turned on her heel, facing him. “Obviously I know this is a…what are you doing?”

He froze mid-step, hands darting away from the zip of his weekender with a speed that only made him look more suspicious. The crease between her brows indicated as much.

“What do you have in your bag?”

He shook his head, feigning innocence. “Hm?”

She stepped closer, peering up at him and then down at his bag. When her wand raised, he grit his teeth and prepared for the inevitable. With the full force of her intention directed at it, the bag lit up like a jack-o-lantern. A flash of amber up at him and then, before he could stop her, she was tearing into it and his secret was exposed. Why had he obeyed that last-minute impulse to pack it, and therefore have it right on top?

“Is this…” She turned it over in her hand, chin tucking back in surprise. “Malfoy?”

“I thought we would have separate accommodations,” he defended, staunchly not looking at it nor her. The drapes were a horrible pattern; he dedicated himself to memorizing it. “Look, just put it away and we’ll forget you ever saw it.”

The tilt of her head was worryingly thoughtful, even in his periphery. “of course, but…why does it have an Undetectable Extension Charm cast on it? Aren’t these, erm, supposed to be snug?”

Snug. Heat flashed through him, as it so often did with her. Fucking detail-oriented, clever little witch.

He thought fast – hopefully faster than her.

“It doesn’t – it’s my bag that has it.” 

She raised a brow, head tilting further to inspect the dark leather bag beside her. “No…no, I don’t think so.” 

He was about to argue that there was no way she’d be able to tell by just looking – given the undetectable part of the charm – when she swished her wand again and recast the scanning charm. 

The toy on top glowed a bright orange.

Well. He carded his hands through his hair helplessly. 

Her eyes went from narrowed to wide. “Oh. I see.”

Salazar spare him, he hoped she didn’t. “You do?”

“Yes. It’s a decoy. Something that, if stumbled upon by someone else, would never be touched let alone inspected.” As if to prove a point, she plucked it up, fingers curled around the narrowed end. 

Granger, touching a sex toy. 

Granger, touching his–

Thinking thoughts was hard enough, let alone verbalizing them. He did his best.

“I’m…not following.”

“It’s a concealed storage place, isn’t it?” The expression on her face was entirely too innocent to be holding something he frequently fucked. When she inspected said fuck-point and pushed an exploratory finger inside, he nearly choked. 

Merlin fuck. 

“Granger, don’t—what are you—”

Her eyes went unfocused, fingers digging around with a determination that was doing unfair things to his trousers, every twist tightening them until he had to shove both hands into his pockets to conceal the effect. 

“Please stop,” he tried weakly, only half meaning it.

“There’s nothing in here,” she said, then finally withdrew her fingers. It took no effort at all to pretend that they were slick with arousal and needing to be sucked clean. 

“No,” he agreed, licking his lips absently. 

“Oh!” Her voice had gone up half a register. “Right. Well. Sorry for…” 

In the middle of gingerly setting it back into the opening of his bag, she paused. 

“But then…but then why does it have an extension charm on it?”

“Erm.” How to explain it as discreetly as possible? “It’s a feature it came with, for those who…need the…extra space. The charm keeps it from being cumbersome to hold or travel with.”

It was immediately clear that she didn’t understand. And fucking Merlin, why must she always understand?

“I don’t fit in the standard size,” he tried. 

Was it possible to die from mortification? Perhaps if he was lucky, he’d pass out from the lack of oxygen being sent to his brain, what with how much blood was currently being routed to his cheeks and…elsewhere.

After a moment, the coin dropped. Her eyes went wide, then snapped to his trousers. “Oh.”

“You asked me,” he reminded her quickly, in case he was about to be hexed for discussing his cock with her. “I never would have mentioned it if you hadn’t asked. I’m not that sort–I don’t go about harassing women with comments about my—” He cut his rambling off and her eyes finally rose.

“Your massive cock?” she finished, voice forcibly light. 

Said cock twitched. Inside his pockets, he made fists to provide further tenting space. “Er, yeah.” 

“Hm.” The sound was abbreviated but carried a note of curiosity. When her eyes slid back to the discarded toy, his stomach dropped. No. Please. Please no.

It looked more at home in her hand the second time, hefted with the confidence of someone intent to discover or destroy. With a quick flick in his direction, she curled her littlest two fingers down and pushed the front two back inside. 

He had to close his eyes. 

But even behind the curtain of his lids, he could hear what she was doing, the unmistakable sound of silicone being explored. Imagination had always been an escape for him but now, it was a self-made weapon. He couldn’t stop himself from filling in a picture to the sounds: fingers wetting and stretching, preparing a wet, snug place for him, then reaching for him; stroking him to unbearable stiffness before slotting him inside; letting him stretch it the rest of the way.

Fucking Merlin and all Four fucking Founders. 

He needed to sit down, but locked his knees and snorted a harsh exhale through his nose at the ceiling instead.

She spoke a moment later, voice mild but not completely unaffected. “It feels quite…large. Do you really need this much space?”

Jaw flexing, he dipped his chin in a curt nod. There was no point lying, not when she could find the answer out by simply stepping forward and gripping him.

Fuck. He tried to banish the image but could practically feel her warm, small palm cupping him, the little sound of pleased confirmation she'd undoubtedly make. Godsdamnit.

Her voice brought him back to the room. “Why have you shut your eyes?”

“Have a guess, Granger,” he deadpanned. 

Another short pause, and then the sound of fingers sliding free. He bit the inside of his cheek, hard.

“Does it bother you that I’m touching it?”

Was she serious?

He huffed an incredulous laugh. “Yes.”

“Oh.” The weight of her gaze was tangible even with eyes closed; his fists flexed in response, feeling her gaze right between them. “Oh, I see. Yes, it seems like it’s bothering you quite a bit.”

This fucking witch. With a sharp inhale, he opened his eyes, tilting his face down to find amber already fixed on his.

“Shocking as this may seem to you, but yes: I find what you’re doing incredibly arousing.” 

It was her turn to wet her lips, something he watched with unconcealed hunger. If she was going to acknowledge how turned on he obviously was, then he saw no reason to keep up the ruse any longer. Slowly, he unfurled his fists, palms resting flat on his thighs and allowing the full extent of his interest to show, testing the tensile strength of his expensive trousers.

For a moment, she didn’t breathe. Didn’t blink. He basked in the silence of her rapture, heart pounding against his ribs. 

And then she flicked her eyes back up to his. 

“May I ask you a personal question?” 

That she was checking with him about that now, after everything she’d already intruded on, made him bark a laugh. Withdrawing a hand from his pocket, he scrubbed roughly over the lower half of his face. 

“Yeah, Granger. By all means.”

“We’re not even going to be here for a full weekend.” Her eyes flicked to his hand and then back. “You couldn’t go two days without…that is, the normal way isn’t…sufficient? You really need this to…?” 

It was moderately comforting that she seemed equally as tongue tied as him, although he had a sense her fluster was less the painfully-aroused-and-mortified sort and closer to the I-just-found-my-coworkers-sex-toy sort.

“No, I don’t need it but I knew that after spending a full day with you, I knew I’d want something more than just my han–” He broke off because what the actual fuck, Draco? 

But she’d heard his confession regardless.

“Because I irritate you that much?” Her eyes were intent on his. 

So this was it. 

This was the moment he’d half dreaded, half yearned for – the moment when he laid it all out on the table for her to pick through and, likely, discard or maybe – just maybe – find something she considered worth taking home.

He sighed, defeated. “Because you drive me crazy. In…just about every possible way. And I knew that I’d need to deal with it.”

She wet her lips, rolling them together as she considered him. “By fucking this?”

His nostrils flared on his inhale, chest expanding with the force of it. Granger, discussing his wanking practices. Looking at him like he was another case study to unpack (and Merlin – he was very willing to be). Granger, interested. Picking things up. 

He took the opening like the starving man he was.

“Yes. By fucking that.” He held her eye. “Or whatever else might be made available.”

The invitation lingered in the air, and then she tossed the toy in the general direction of his bag and his stomach swooped. Two steps and she was right in front of him. One more, and her hands were winding up around his shoulders.

“Luckily for us, the only item left on today’s agenda is ‘go to bed’.” She smiled up at him, amused and intrigued. “So…shall we?”

He pulled her into his chest, awed. “Really?”

“Yes, I’m quite sure. Unless there’s an item I forgot…?”

Clever, wicked, wonderful little witch. 

He dipped down and kissed her.

(Part two here)

[lulublack90]

About Me

Hi there, Lulu here.

I do have a real name but I prefer to go by Lulu on here and Ao3 so please use that.

I go by she/he/they. Call me what you want I don't mind. It changes day by day for me in the real world, but my friends and family don't know that.

I'm pansexual but again only a few people know that.

I'm in my 30's but have the maturity of a teenager unless I'm in parent mode when I have to pretend to be a grown-up (It does not last long!).

I am a huge huge huge Harry Potter fan (Fuck JK, she's a dick!) My house is full of so many HP-related items. In fact, I think every room has something in it, thank the gods my husband is also a massive nerd.

In case you can't tell I am Neurospicy. I am in the middle of getting diagnosed with ADHD and by that I mean I am procrastinating actually starting the process.

Now where was I?

Oh, yeah I like so much stuff I can't think what else to put here but yeah Harry Potter, mainly Marauders era but I love anything really.

My fav ships are Wolfstar (I've loved them since I was a young thing and didn't even know it was a thing." Jegulus (My new love.) Dramione (Lord have mercy) Drary (Lord I need more mercy) Pandalily (Meep!) Dorlene (Squeek!) I like Marylily as well but not as much, but I love them when I read them.

My asks are open and you can send me whatever you want, no hate please no one needs that in their life and Tumblr is my happy place don't spoil it.

Things that make me happy

You guys. Honesty it's Tumblr, I've only just really found this and all you amazing people who like my silly stories that I've only been writing regularly since December 23 when I found you all. My husband and son make me happy and so do my dogs and cats. I love watching storms and autumn. I read a lot, I crochet, I knit, I write. I am a huge fan of chocolate. If you give me chocolate I will be your friend.

Music

Bowie. Nuff said.

But yeah I like a lot of different stuff, it depends on my mood as to what I listen to. I drive my husband mad because I like songs by lots of people but I can't remember what they're called or who they're by.

Books

My all-time favourite book will always be Prisoner of Azkaban. It is my happy place.

My house is full and I mean full of books. I don't actually know how many I have but last time I estimated I had 300 in my bedroom alone. (There are piles of books in every room 😬)

ACOTAR!!!

Shows/movies

Harry Potter, The Martain, The Princess Bride, Labyrinth, Hunger games, Twilight (Don't judge me they got me through a dark time.), How to train your Dragon, Disney anything, plus others there are so many and I'm bored of listing.

Good Omens, Schitts Creek, Parks and Rec, Bake off, Handmaids tale, It's always sunny, community, Harbin hotel, archer, vampire diaries. Plus more but yeah typing.

Okay I think I'm done but who knows I might add more if I remember.

Love you all

Lulu

xxx

My Ao3 List

These are my fanfics on my ao3

Bitten M- Remus, Sirius and James head to the forest for a fun full moon. Everything is going great until one of them has an accident. (This was the very first fanfic I wrote. It's okay.) Wolfstar. Complete.

The Prisoner T- Sirius Black has been wrongly imprisoned for 12 years. He's bided his time but now its time to escape and right the wrongs of the past.

The Prisoner of Azkaban as told by Sirius Black, filling in the gaps starting with his escape from Azkaban. Wolfstar. Complete.

The Cupboard E- Hiding from Filch and awaiting rescue things get a bit close in the cupboard between Remus and Sirius. Wolfstar smut one shot. Complete.

Birthday E(I think, I'm not good at telling) Sirius finds Remus alone in their dorm room instead of enjoying the party downstairs. Wolfstar. Complete.

The One That Got Away E- James agrees to throw a party at his house. Sirius asks to bring his little brother, how could that possibly affect James at all? Based on the micro fic series I wrote in January. Jegulus. Backcould Wolfstar. Complete.

Jegulus Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

Wolfstar Prompt Series All the prompts I've written on here in one place.

The Way They Were T - While Harry is clearning out Grimmauld Place he discovers that Wolfstar were a thing.

Love Hate and the Ability to Change M - Sirius is taking Remus to the hosital wing on the full moon and Regulus catches them kisses. After some rather nasty words Regulus tells Sirius something about himself.

The Way They Are M - Part two of The Way They Were. Harry and Draco spend more time together and Draco finds another box for Harry, this time from Remus.

[everythingandeveryplace]

Dramione Prompt Request:

Draco being obsessed with Hermiones Hair.

Taking prompt requests in my messages ✨

*******************************

Pansy was in a vile mood, her emerald painted fingernails tapping the oak dining hall table impatiently, and an offset grimace on her severe face.

This wasn’t new for the youngest Parkinson, she wasn’t known for her cheerful disposition but since the war, her elaborate temper tantrums were far and few in between. He’d grown up with her, knew the tell tale signs of a storm about to rise from his fellow slytherin heiress. Judging by the very prominent puffs of frustrated air she was deliberately sighing all over his dinner, a hurricane was on the horizon.

“Pans, would you knock it the fuck off! You’re giving me anxiety.” Blaise pulled his lunch tray closer to his chest and fixed the dark haired girl with a stern glare.

“Oh! So you can tell I’m upset and you’re not even going to ask me why!” Her arms flung out dramatically, nearly sending his pumpkin juice flying.

Theo beamed from his place directly across from the fuming princess.

“I know why you’re upset.” His handsome face twisted into a sickeningly smug smirk.

Pansy tossed a grape directly at Theos forehead and hissed

“Shut up, Nott. You’re actually useless.”

Now he was curious, what could send Pansy Parkinson on the war path but leave Theo busting like a pre pubescent teenager?

“And I suppose you have no opinion on the matter, hmm Malfoy?” She turned her attention towards him, a warning in her eyes.

He chewed slowly before putting down his fork and sighing “considering I have absolutely no idea what this argument is even about? No, I have absolutely no opinion.”

“Here she goes,” Theo mumbled under his breath.

In a rather dramatic flourish, Pansy dropped her forehead to the table

“Hermione is cutting all off her hair off.” She mumbled against the oak.

Blaise took that moment to drop his half eaten Sandwhich and moan

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been putting for the last fifteen minutes because granger wants a Bob? You are nuts Parkinson, certifiably insane.”

“You don’t understand!” The raven haired teen pouted “she’s only doing it because she thinks “guys don’t like her unruly nest.” That’s so unlike her! And Theo is encouraging it! He told her she had the cheekbones for it!” Her voice raised an octave only dolphins could hear.

“I personally think she’ll look great with short hair, it’s actually incredibly sexy.” Nott grinned.

“Of course she’ll look great with short hair, she’s gorgeous! But you’re only saying that because you know it will piss me off! Hermione isn’t Hermione without her massive curls! Everyone knows that!” Pansy huffed, practically in tears.

Blaise sighed and reached across the table to tap her hand gently “we know you don’t like change Pans, but this one isn’t up to you.”

He didn’t hear the rest of the conversation because he was already up and heading directly to the Head girls dormitory. It was beyond strange to witness the blossoming friendship between the war heroine and the pack of ex death eaters but after the war Hermione had been nothing short of welcoming. Pansy took to her like a lost puppy and Theo confided in her in things he wouldn’t even tell his closest friends. She’d spoken for them in all of their trials and was the one to start the initiative to welcome them back to Hogwarts after the war to finish their eighth year.

He’d kept his distance, cautious of over stepping. the image of her writhing around the floor of his family home always tucked away in the back of his mind.

It was difficult, especially when she occupied every spare moment of his thoughts.

Hermione Granger had infiltrated Draco Malfoys entire being. He thought about her smile, perfect and white and so close to sunlight it was shocking. Her wit and her humor, foreign and strange but so uniquely her it was a marvel to experience. She was of course, still just as stuck up as before the war but now it was impossible to deny that she was in fact the brightest witch of her age. She’d saved the wizarding world for bloody sake. And her forgiveness, the letter she’d written to his mother actually thanking her, for saving Harry and for making the right choice when she knew how hard that must have been.

But her hair?

That was one of his absolute favorite things.

A lions mane of cinnamon curls, cascading like ocean waves down her back, her hair was the cloak she wore to declare her a warrior. He’d spent nights imagining running his hands though the tangle of autumn silk, fingers getting caught up in knots and swirls. The way it had gotten so long it just barely dipped below the small of her back, swishing vanilla scented air everytime she turned his way in transfiguration class. Gone was the puff of frizz he’d met when she was nearly 12 but it was still just as wild, the only part of her that wasn’t entirely put together.

And to think, some moronic wizard had led her to believe she needed to change an inch of herself for his approval. He planned on finding out exactly who had said something to stick so vibrantly in the otherwise, dangerously confident witches mind. He was a former death eater, there wasn’t a whole lot he wouldn’t do.

But first…

Hermiones door was left open, she often did that in case anyone needed her and her head was buried in a book. It took him all of twelve seconds to slip through the cracked wood and slam his palms on her worn in desk, ink pot shaking in the process. Coffee eyes widened comically and she nearly spit out the sugar twill that was hanging from her lips.

“Draco!” Her hand flew to her chest “you nearly scared me half to death! Are you alright?!”

“You can’t cut your hair.”

Hermione flung up from her desk chair

“Oh for heavens sake! Did Pansy put you up to this?! I cannot believe we’re still having this conversation. I will do whatever I please with my hair considering the fact that it is exactly that! MY hair.” She growled , moving to sit cross legged on her bed while he occupied her rolling chair and swiveled up directly in front.

“Pansy said it’s for some bloke.” There was absolutely a sneer in his face, he could practically feel the twitching of his lip.

“Pansy has no idea what she’s talking about.”

Draco laughed, tugging on a loose thread on her comforter,

“I tend to agree . But this time she seemed pretty convinced.”

Hermione sighed “it isn’t what you think. I’m incredibly confident in who I am as a woman. I’m quite the catch you know?” She huffed. “I’m simply being realistic. My hair is…” she trailed off, tugging a piece and examining the ends.

“Perfect.” Draco supplied.

The witch was in her own head at this point, barely registering his words.

“…childish I think. I’ve been using it as a security blanket and I think maybe if I want to be noticed for the right reasons i ought to consider.. a makeover of sorts."

"bullshit."

Hermione caught that one, leveling draco with a stern look.

"it isnt! im not doing this for ego reasons. Im doing this for.. "

"notice." he finished.

"stop doing that!" she snapped before her voice softened and she sighed "im 18 now and ive had a .. trying year to say the least. i dont want to be lonely anymore."

her vulnerability was almost jarring.

“You aren’t alone you have potter and Weasley and Pansy and Theo and..”

“You know what I mean draco .” She smiled sadly and it was in that moment he knew,

He had to be brave, it was his turn, for both of them.

“then you have me.” He spoke boldly. Eyes locking in on hers, ice meet earth.

“I don’t think you understand..” Hermione shook her head, beggining to explain.

“You want someone to notice? That’s me. I’ve been noticing every single thing about you for the past six months. I know that today you didn’t blowdry your hair, the curls are all tied together but yesterday you smoothed them out. I like them

Both ways but today might be my favorite.” He settled in the place beside her on the bed and twined a loose strand around his pointer finger.

She swallowed thickly, following his movements.

“Draco..”

“I noticed you like coffee but prefer tea at night, decaf so you can sleep.”

She nodded slowly, confused. Her silence urging him on.

“I noticed you read wizarding books once and put them away but keep muggle books in your backpack for months, reading them over and over.”

“I like…” she coughed “ I like fiction “

“I also noticed you use vanilla honey shampoo here but every time you come home from a weekend with your parents you smell like peaches.”

“That’s my moms shampoo.” She whispered in awe.

“And I don’t know if you noticed it yet Hermione but I’m crazy about you. Every single part of you from your wild mess of curls to your ridiculously full brain.” He rambled “you don’t have to give me a chance just because I sound like a pathetic groupie but..” his hand fell to the back of her neck, bunching up a thick handful of velvet strands. “I’d sure be fucking grateful If you did “

Hermione was silent for a moment, brain racing with a million and one thoughts all recklessly bouncing through her head at once, was he serious? Did he mean it or did he just feel bad for her? Did he know she was hopelessly in love with him and he was taking pity on her? Or was this what she’d been waiting for months.

“I won’t cut it,” she whispered.

Draco’s smile lit up the entire room.

“Shave it for all I care, as long as you’re still Hermione granger under all that dna.”

The laugh that’s pulled from her lips was entirely involuntary and when she leaned into his touch

“I couldn’t stop being Hermione Granger even if I tried.”

Draco bent his head in her direction, lips just a whisper from hers

“ I’m counting on it, love.”

[pacific-rimbaud]

Hello PR, I wanted to tell you that I just finished reading L&OHE this morning and I loved it, it's definitely one of the best Dramiones ever. I just want to read it all over again. Anyway, I can't stop thinking on the conversation between Ron and Hermione after dinner in the Burrow when they are talking about having children, and Ron tells her "but you don’t want them here. You don’t want them with me." "You want then there" "You want them with him"... and it's the first time that I've felt sorry for Ron in a fic, because he knew she was in love with Draco... but, how did he know? Did he realized it at the Christmas party when Hermione is talking to Draco?

Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful writing ❤️

This is 100% me failing to get this across properly, but Ron's not talking about kids, specifically. He's talking about spontaneity, changing plans, and, most critically, risk. Here's the conversation without any of the other stuff happening in that scene:

“I want to be spontaneous sometimes, [he said.] Even about important things.” “We’re spontaneous,” she whispered. "I want plans that change when we change. I want some degree of risk." “I want those things, too.” “But you don’t want them here. You don’t want them with me.” “Please stop.” “You want them there. You want them with him.”

Later in the fic (Chapter 11: The Key, I think) we see how her strict daily schedule gets thrown out the window constantly when it comes to work. She uses rigid long-term planning to kick a reckoning with Ron down the road, but takes massive risks "there" (at work), "with him" (with Draco). Ron sees this difference very plainly, and takes the incredibly brave step of calling it off. I think everyone around them sees the attraction, including Ron, but Hermione has worked extremely hard to hold an ethical line, and to never, ever violate Ron's trust. So yeah, Ron sees their connection, AND he rightfully trusts her. I think that's so complicated and human and real! A lot of people hate this Hermione, but I have so much compassion for her. She knows she's attracted to Draco, and that he's attracted to her. Her increasingly implausible denial and refusal to sexually cave to their forced proximity in 1804 is really about her guarding an ethical line with her life so she doesn't hurt Ron and screw up the precious creative and intellectual connection she has to Draco. It's brave and self-sacrificial and it's 100% incorrect. She's wrong. She's one of God's bravest soldiers, out there doing absolutely the wrong thing for all the right reasons. As far as kids go, whether it's with Ron or Draco she definitely only wants like one kid and would be perfectly happy with none. My headcanon is that she and Draco have one (1) child and Draco takes it time hopping without telling Hermione and it makes her incredibly angry. Thank you so much for the ask!

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Drabble 14

.

.

Ron is already there when she gets home. The white of one of his eyes is red, irritated from Draco’s thumb digging into it. But other than that, he Is fine. Physically, he is unharmed. There is no broken skin, no bruising.

Hermione exits her Floo and heads straight for him. He’s standing against the kitchen counter, in her tiny little flat, in the tiny little building that holds the bulk of her life in its little shell.

Her hands reach out and she shoves him hard, slamming his lower back into the edge of the counter.

“How dare you!”

Ron curls his arm in on himself and turns away from her. “Are you mad? How dare I?” He hurried over to the other side of the counter, putting a barrier between the two of them. “You let him kiss you! Right there in front of me!”

“Why shouldn’t I let him kiss me?” She cried. “Who else is going to do it? You?” She laughed, it was cruel and derisive. It scalded her throat, it made the tears stinging the back so her eyes feel good.

“Oh, come on, Hermione,” Ron threw his hands up in exasperation. “You nearly died! What was I supposed to do?”

“Literally the opposite of what you did do, Ronald!” She slammed her hands against the cheap laminate counter top. “You could have wrapped me in your arms, thanked the gods for letting me live! You could have kissed me like if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be able to confirm that I was actually alive!”

“Why! Is that what he did?” He pointed to the Floo, as if wherever she had come from had been with Draco. It was, obviously, it was.

But she didn’t say that. Instead, she said, “Who were you kissing instead, hmm? Who were you fucking while I was dying?”

“Oh, come off it, Hermione. You’re crazy. You have been acting crazy since you woke up in that hospital bed.” That was a lie. She wasn’t acting crazy. She was perfectly sane. Nothing about her had changed.

Except for the eyes and the horrific daydreams. She had fallen into a terrible fantasy that she was Draco, that she was seeing Ron the way Draco saw him just before she kissed Draco’s bloody mouth.

But she felt perfectly sane. Angry? yes. Violent? Absolutely. But, she wasn’t crazy.

“You’re a liar.” She hissed, creeping around the counter, her hands tip toeing along the peeling veneer as she rounded the corner.

Ron’s eyes widened, terrified of whatever he say on her face, in her eyes.

“Calm down, Hermione.” He dodged her as she threw her hand out at his face, her nails reaching for his cheek.

“Malfoy’s gotten to you, I told you not to listen to him, I told you!” He said it like that justified everything, like everything would suddenly make sense if she would just listen to him.

“Maybe he has.” Flashes of Malfoys mouth on her, his fingers buried deep into her cunt. “But you are a liar. We are over, Ronald Weasley. You hear me?” She seethed. “We are over!”

“Good!” He yelled but he was tearing up and his ears were turning red. This hurt him as much as it hurt her. Despite the lies and the cheating, this hurt.

Gods, why did it all have to hurt so fucking much.

“Great. I’m off the hook, then. How could I marry someone who cares about someone as vile as Draco Malfoy?”

Hermione screamed and grabbed the closest thing to her. It was a bottle of cooking oil. Plastic, half gone, but she threw it anyway as he shuffled backwards, it hit him in the shoulder and he scowled at her.

“You’re fucking crazy. You’re perfect for each other, you know that?” He cried as he turned and stepped through the front door of her flat and left, slamming the door behind him.

Hermione stared at the door, watched the way it shook against the highest, like wooden jello. She blinked over and over, forcing the tears to stay behind the balls of her eyes.

And then she was watching Ron hurry out into the dark streets below. But not from her window, not from any secret door.

No, she was watching Ron stalk away from her building through somebody else’s eyes. And she wasn’t alone.

[finitepeace]

LAST MONTH I READ DRAMIONE

On April I read Dramione. Here are the fics I’ve finished. Personal favorites are marked with  ✿

Long Ones: 

Alternate History by Furare | 155k words | it’s dramione but i feel the ‘slytherin harry’, ‘snape and sirius happy’ and ‘draco’s found family’ elements are more prominent

Capstone by bek_48 | 112k words | read this from collection titled: underrated dramione | Sixth year canon divergence but like.. really diverging. well-written friendships and probably my favorite lucius writing ever <even if he just appeared for like.. 2 seconds lol>

Ghost of You by happy_valley | 105k | in which draco malfoy died and turned into a ghost which only hermione can see. or is he?

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale | 237k| post-war dramione tragedy with happy ending. it has two story arc: (1) dramione secret relationship and how it led to draco losing his magic after war + hermione falling out with ron and harry. (2) the granger-malfoy children wreck havock on wizarding (+house elves) community.

Remember Us As War (but call us forgiveness) by Anyaparadox  | 168k | dramione and marriage law 

✿ The Fixer-Upper Club by CharliPetidei | 160k words | 8th year AU, dramione coping with PTSD through fixing hogwarts

Medium length ones: 

Behind the Mask by EmilieJane | 46k | Beauty and The Beast with a twist. TW: Domestic violence, mention of rape, etc. Ron-bashing. 

✿ Instruments of Time by i_know_what_you_wrote_last_summer | 71k words | 3rd year AU because draco accidentally time traveling

✿ Curses, Banter, and Babies, Oh My! by LiloLilyAnn | 79k words | dramione having a child together first, work out their feelings second

Signed and Sealed by niffizzle | 26k | book shop keeper hermione, widowed single father draco

 ✿ The Watergaw by ectoheart, smokybaltic | 39k | dramione stuck together after a failed apparition, a detour on the deathly hallows mansion scene. 

Escapism by sodamnrad | 15k |  Reunited in the Muggle world, Draco and Hermione wreak havoc on each other’s loneliness.

Rebonded by niffizzle | 11k | dramione and ritual to fix draco’s wand <literally>

Kissed by Fire by niffizzle | 14k | Azkaban was a freezing fortress in the middle of the North Sea that devoid all prisoners of warmth. Or so Draco was told. The howling winds never bothered him. Nor the supposed chill emitting from the stone walls.He hadn’t felt cold since a lick of Fiendfyre scarred his flesh.

Short Ones: 

✿ Only you – Or the only time Hermione believed in divination by FedonCiadale | 5k words | CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE 

Surprise Soulmates by FedonCiadale | 6,2k | post hogwarts, In which Draco and Hermione discover they are soulmates OR Draco is a drama queen and looks guilty as fuck and Hermione tries to be rational about it all

Common Spaces, Empty Places by elithien, senlinyu | 3,4k words | eighth year dramione, confessions. 

Can't Get Any Better Than This by augustr | 1,4k words | 8th year, dramione being soft

Between Pages by DarkoftheMoon | 5,6k words| penpal dramione throughout their times at hogwarts

The Best Christmas Present Ever By: Proxima Shining | 9,8k l grandparents lucius & narcissa + family reconciliation 

10 Things I Learnt About You by nyle_bd | 4k words |   It's Parent's Day at Hogwarts and Professor Granger can't keep her eyes off a particular parent. Sparks fly and burn into something brighter.

Worse Things by niffizzle | 2k |  In the midst of Ginny and Blaise's engagement party, Hermione is busy dealing with a bitter Ron. That is until they're interrupted by the soon-to-be Best Man.

✿ The Hour After by niffizzle | 2k | post battle meet up 

With Teeth by provocative_envy |  5k | humor, dramione hunting horcrux(es) 

a bunch of dramione in secret relationship

✿ If/Then by Santhe | 5k words

I Know, I Know by nevertoosweets | 2k words

the one time they stayed by quitethesardonic | 6,9k words

Forgot to Mention by wetpretzel | 5,7k words

Tied in Lies by niffizzle | 3k

✿ Forgotten by niffizzle | 2k 

not a dramione but I think everyone would love this Draco:  

✿  the dogfather by hollimichele | 47k | What if the Dursleys rejected Harry after he was left on their doorstep? canon divergence in which the adults in HP are much more responsible than the one in canon | sirius x lupin but mostly sirius as harry’s godfather. 

part of the dogfather au, there’s one focused on draco and it’s so lovely (and heartbreaking but hopeful)

[onebedtorulethemall]

Bad Omens - Chapter 3 posted

Read on AO3

Dramione with bonus Panville | crack treated seriously | prank wars | prophecies | idiots-to-lovers | fake dating | Good Omens inspired Chapter excerpt:

“I was a perfectly pleasant child! If I ever became anything else, it was only after people started trying to kill me! You, on the other hand—”

“It’s leviOsa, not leviosA.” Draco made his voice as high as it would go, which was not very. “That was the absolute beginning of my wanting to murder you, which means you started the whole thing. Oh god, not the notebook! Don’t tell me you have a ten-point plan for saving the world?”

Her little black notebook was held carefully in front of her face so as to hide the contents from Draco.

“Nine points, actually. Do you think it should have ten? I could—”

He liberated the book from between her unsuspecting fingers. “Step one: Acquire the child. Yes, well done. Glad you had it written or I would’ve forgot. Step two: Develop believable cover story. Why not just, ‘Hello everyone, this is the Granger-Malfoy love child I’ve been secreting away for years.’ Everyone’ll be too shocked to ask questions, and they won’t be the least surprised when she goes on to destroy the world, given her lineage.”

[heyjude19-writing]

https://heyjude19-writing.tumblr.com/post/767242565266374656/jude-i-am-new-to-the-dramione-world-having-just 2/2 “When they returned home,” was so so heavy & devastating to me while only being 3 sentences. If you ever wanted to do a one-off bonus chapter exploring that evening more I would not be mad about it! ‘Deepness’ by Nicholas Bamberger pairs perfectly with that section, I think. I can just see the whole night and it’s soooo sad. Necessary, but still heartbreaking. Thank you again for your amazing story!

hi again! im so glad you returned with the second part of the question ❤

also, i didnt think an instrumental would make me tear up this morning, but here we are. how dare you find the perfect score for that scene? because it is exactly as you described: necessary, but heartbreaking. and i think it hurts more because it wasnt that things were bad between them, but comfortable at times, stagnant more than anything. then seeing that possibility in another couple and realizing 'oh. oh it could be like that? should it be like that? dont we deserve to find that?' and its really the final straw. i dont know that i could write any more on it, it was just my little tribute to ronmione as a ship that i do not like romantically, but i do love as friends. i think they went through far too much together to not remain close after everything.

thank you again for reading and introducing me to a new musician!

[firesign-18]

I saw in your bookmarks that you also like Zutara so I got curious...what other stories and characters do you like? :>>>

Haha oh my god I am actually a recent Zutara enjoyer but an enthusiastic one! (I missed ATLA the first time round and just recently watched it, but that fic ‘Salt and Scale’ is already a total masterpiece.)

Anywayyy, so other ships. It’s a lot of girlkissers haha.

I *love* Aerti and Sulemio. Both really underserviced fanfic wise too (though with a couple of masterpieces in there) so I’ve got some plans to write for them eventually (much more tgck to get through in my WIPs first though).

Of course my beloved Farcille, again in dire need of more fics. F/F is a barren wasteland half the time.

And my girls CaitVi, who in a turn up have got a delightful array of riches on AO3. Some of the modern AU stuff of them is just fantastic.

Also like most of the anime loving world I am so seated for Dandadan and MomoKarun - they’re so frigging cute.

More generally / non-ships, I love a real blend - soft, gentle things like Freiren and Spy x Family (Yor my beloved), gritty shit like Blue Eyed Samurai and Arcane, action orientated stuff like Bleach, and then things that sort of fall between all that like Witch From Mercury, MHA, One Piece, Dungeon Meshi etc. Dragon Ball Z and Pokémon were my gateway to all things anime / manga when I was a kid so they’ll always have a special place in my heart. I’ve seen Akira multiple times in the cinema too and damn that shit was made for the big screen and surround sound.

And I’m a bit of a gamer when I’ve got time so ya know FF, Zelda, Witcher, Fall Out etc etc…

I’ve probably forgotten things but yeah, that would be my attempt at a summary!

What about you???

P.s. much as I hate JKR and her bullshit I am also a quiet enjoyer of Dramione - some of the fics are top fucking tier.

[anais-shiv]

How serious are we allowed to take this ship?

Hello! Anais here!

This post is going to be pure word vomit, inconsistent thought chains, and a giant rollercoaster of emotions. 

Before I make many of my points, I will add a caveat or disclaimer that seems redundant but is actually completely necessary for readers to get the whole picture. (See, I’m doing it now.) 

It’s very difficult for me to complete a thought without setting it up with another. 

Anyways…

You ever heard the question “What’s that one fanfiction that altered your brain chemistry?”

For me, there’s no particular fic, but there is a specific fandom/ship that has rewired my neurons as a whole. And that fandom is none other than Dramione. 

(Note: this post will not be a critique of the fandom or any of its works in any way. This post is about me and how I’m slowly descending into madness in the most fragile of ways. [Did you catch that? Eh? Ehh? winks] And it’s about time I spoke my truth.) 

I was introduced to fanfiction at the tender age of 13, in the height of the Harry Potter and Twilight movies. And I was a Twilight girl through and through. (Team Jacob till I die!) 

I only read fanfiction for one purpose and one purpose only, to read about Jacob being with characters other than Bella or her daughter Raincoat. If it weren’t for those early days on Wattpad, I would’ve never discovered that I had a kink for pain, and that I would always choose warm brown skin over a pale cold alternative. 

Then some things happened in my life, I got older, stared dating and hanging out and I simply forgot about it. 

Then, the trailer for Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows dropped. And in order to prepare, I consumed all seven books of the series in a week. (Oh to still have the young and focused mind that could consume a book in mere hours.) 

To say I loved it was an understatement, so much so that I refused to read any Harry Potter fanfiction I saw pop up on my Wattpad screen. (The old Wattpad that had a brown banner, and a similar font to Times New Roman, and that allowed people to upload entire real life books so long as they purposely added grammar mistakes to not get caught for plagiarism, not saying that’s right but Lordt, what a time.) 

Most of the fics I saw weren’t even about specific ships, they were just about life after the epilogue, with many writers opting to create entirely new characters, usually being children of the originals. Regardless, I ignored them all. Harry Potter was perfect, it didn’t need expanding or alternate universes. 

Fast forward some more, more life happened, and I sort of stopped reading books and fanfiction all together. 

I’m 27 now. 

I found Dramione only last year, through TikTok like many others. And my first fic, like many others, was Manacled. 

It was life changing, riveting, mind altering, and absolutely heartbreaking. 

I needed more. 

So I read and read and read. Joined the Reddit, joined a discord (I love you DADA!) and even started trying to write my own fics. 

Then, all of a sudden my hyper fixation began to wear off, and I started to get bored with the whole thing altogether.

I was kind of disappointed, as it was very difficult for me to start and keep hobbies and even more difficult to make friends. It was nice having something to relate to other people with, even something as specific as liking an HP ship. As someone as socially awkward and shy as I am, I was worried I wouldn’t find another focal point to relate to other people with, and I would go back to wallowing in my own bloody slutty and pathetic despair. (Did you at least catch that one?)

Then I found a new WIP that made me feel like a brand new fan all over again. 

Our lovely Gryffindor and sulky Slytherin had sunk their claws back into me, bone deep this time, (Did you fucking catch that one?!) and I was right back where I started.

So of course, in between replaying smut scenes in my head over and over and over and over again while simultaneously wallowing in my self inflicted isolation, (COME ON PEOPLE IM THROWING EM AT YOU!) I started to ponder: Why in the fuck do I like this ship so much?? 

The romantic relationship between Hermione and Draco is based off a trope as old as the London bridge. Our wonderful beautiful cliché: enemies to lovers. 

We love the idea of someone seeing you when you’re not at all trying to impress them, be friendly or mindful or considerate or empathetic or even cordial, and still falling in love with you anyways. 

Just the raw authenticity behind such a love is so entrancing, that we’ll read the same story over and over again in different fonts. 

At first, I resisted my curiosity regarding Dramione, as I thought Hermione was the walking embodiment of girls get it done, and Draco was nothing but sniveling spoiled bigoted coward and bully. (Not to mention I never noticed how hot Tom Felton actually was in the later movies. Why didn’t anyone tell meeee???)

His feud with Harry added to my dislike of him, but that could somewhat be dismissed as boys being boys. It was intolerance and ignorance towards Hermione that made me hate him. As well as his quick use of threats in his fathers name any time someone so much as disagreed with him. Needless to say, Draco Malfoy was a punk bitch. Through and through. Not my words, take it up with JKR. 

So why on Earth would I ever enjoy reading about him, of all people, falling in love with and being chosen by the Hermione Granger, one of the greatest representations of nerdy awkward beautiful bad ass girls to ever exist, after he regarded her so horribly? And over Ron at that? 

It was a hard adjustment. 

Because to me, their story wasn’t simply enemies to lovers. To me it was a story of a member of an oppressive group, experiencing the mortifying ordeal of being in love with a member of the oppressed. (If you didn’t catch this one just log off.) 

"Anais, it’s not that deep."

I know. I know. But this thought process can’t be helped. 

To put it simply, Dramione reminded me of that one movie with the black girl falling in love with the Nazi soldier. Or another better written version of the book about the Latina girl who fell in love with the klan leader's son. Or even on a less extreme note, about the Asian girl falling in love with the racist boy who actually turned out to be not so racist, seeing he only used the slurs because it’s what his dad taught him and peer pressure made him and he was going through such a hard time back then but he knows better now, and honestly they were only kids, and you can’t help the environment you were raised in and-

Ok, so I made that last one up, but you get the point. 

Manacled being my first fic didn’t really help diminish this connection my mind was making while trying to enjoy this fandom. And that wasn't the only fic that influenced the analysis, because the main premise to many other fics was acknowledging ones ability to grow and change for the better. And the only way to do that, was to acknowledge the ugly shit of their past. 

And no other example made such a direct reference to Draco's past and sometimes present ideologies (depending on the fic you read) as the use of the word mudblood. 

Ah, mudblood. 

Such a dirty, disgusting, abhorrent and absolute slimy fucking use of the English language. 

So obvious in its implication, no different than Shacklebolt or Cho Chang (you really popped off with those didn’t you JK?) that the lack of subtlety almost made the slur hit harder. 

Mudblood. It was simple in it's meaning. Dirty. Inferior. And worthless.

Reading about Draco calling Hermione the ugly name for the first time in CoS made me cringe, but experiencing similar real life altercations made me loathe it’s existence entirely.

"Anais, it’s really not a that deep."

I know! Just, hold on. 

It was such a fucked up word, I hated it. 

So imagine my surprise when I read and heard the word being used so freely and casually in fics, cosplay TikToks, edits and other forms of fandom media. 

And no matter how much I reminded myself that the word wasn’t real, these characters weren’t real, and that the word had no real history because the world it came from didn’t even exist, I could not for the life of me, stop hearing another word as an afterthought every time I read it and heard it. 

Can you guess which word that is? 

Here’s an example of what my mind does whenever the word is used: 

“If you're wondering what the smell is, Mother, a mudblood (n*****) just walked in.”

“Haven’t I told you? Killing mudbloods (n******, he means n******) doesn’t matter to me anymore.” 

“I don’t need help from filthy little mudbloods (n******) like her!”

Do you understand what I go through?! 

Needless to say I prefer fics where the word isn’t used at all. 

Oh to be able to enjoy harmless free fiction without constantly comparing the plight of the imaginary world’s minorities to the very real systemic racism experienced by black and poc people every where. sigh

Yeah, I’m that girl at the party (not really, mostly I’m quiet. Because if I talk, I'll be that girl at the party.) 

It can’t be helped. 

So here’s me, experiencing this fandom for the first time, enjoying enemies to lovers that’s really not enemies to lovers but more like racist learns that racism is bad through falling in love with the very kind of person he was raised to be racist towards and what better way to unlearn bigoted indoctrination than through spending time with said person who just so happens to be extraordinary and not like the others from said group (because if Muggleborns aren't extraordinary are they really worth loving?) and also insanely beautiful and also clever and extremely desirable and the unlearning had nothing to do with that attraction right? He became better purely from his own desire to evolve....right?????? 

(Obviously my interpretation of the ship is extremely biased and a gross generalization. There is no right way to do Dramione. Of course Draco had the capacity to better himself without Hermione. That much is canon. And even though the wizarding world has extreme prejudices within it's society, it was probably nothing compared to how any of them would be treated if the statute of secrecy was broken. There’s levels. Don’t worry. I get it. There's layers.) 

But do you see the implications as it pertains to these two as individuals? Especially regarding their backgrounds?

After my adjustment period, I realized that these implications meant that Draco’s growth was actually extremely complicated. It wasn't just enemies to lovers, it was a complex narrative that called attention to how difficult unlearning toxic and harmful ideologies could be. And while I have no idea if writers and creators ever intended to highlight the parallels between his and Hermione's story and that of very real people who fell in love even when it was dangerous and against all odds, they were impossible not to notice. Thus making his character, one of the realest and most realistic characters of the entire fandom.

And that is precisely why I fell in love. 

(No but seriously, reading about Draco from a such an intimate standpoint from either his or Hermione’s POV had me rethinking my entire dating history, taste in men, and marriage goals. And I’m not just talking about the smut!) 

Listen you know you’ve got a problem when you sit and consume fanfiction for two days straight with barely any breaks for food or sleep.  

I consumed several fics in a short span of a couple of weeks, most of them being smutty one shots. I came to develop, as we all have, a specific preference for certain characterizations. I commented, liked and shared. And I even attempted to write my own (to be announced) Dramione stories. 

I discovered new kinks, was inspired by my oh so talented friends and other writers, and I even considered (still am) dying my hair brown. 

(What? Obsessed. Psh. No. Of course not.)

Now, I’ve entered a phase of careful curation. After having deleted all of my Ao3 tabs by mistake, (fuck the iphone) I’ve been finding fics through very specific filtering rather than recommendations. And when I have the time, reading for hours and hours on end. As well as joining the occasional writing sprint. 

Eventually I’d like to start creating fan art and posting full fledged Dramione stories. This fandom is one of the most beautiful, sexy and entertaining fandoms I’ve ever come across. And when I'm not thinking and about the political and economic state of the wizarding world and how deeply that plays into our favorite ship, I'm actually just fangirling. 

Anyways, that’s all for now folks! 

Anais: out! 

[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics (2024) (Part 11):

A Christmas Wish by cleotheo - T, one-shot - After a terrible year, Hermione Granger pushes herself to join in with the Christmas festivities in the village where she lives. What she doesn't expect is for the evening to be so enjoyable, or for the changes it will bring to her life. Fun, festive Dramione one-shot.

In Silent Obsession by forawhile - E, one-shot - Hermione discovered two things in her first week of Auror training following the war: 1. She was woefully attracted to Draco Malfoy. 2. He wanted nothing to do with her and told her never to speak to him. Five years later, and Hermione Granger took two things very seriously as she navigated her promising Auror career: 1. She remained woefully, painfully, irrevocably attracted to Draco Malfoy.2. She would not break the vow of silence between them. A smutty Dramione one-shot, with mild Christmas themes - MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Partners in Time by charingfae - M, one-shot - After a temporary memory curse hits Hermione and Draco in the field, they no longer remember each other. Their friends keep insisting they hate each other. But Hermione's certain they're dead wrong. — “It’s just…you’ve never been able to handle yourselves around each other.” Hermione shares another quick look with Draco. His lips curve up slightly, just at one corner, and she can’t resist a tiny smile back. She knew there was a reason for the butterflies in her stomach. “I can’t say I’m surprised,” Draco mutters. “I mean, look at you.” His eyes trail up her figure slowly, heat turning her body to smoulders. Theo breaks out into a hacking cough, a throaty laugh that turns into a wheeze. “What—Merlin—no, that’s—” 

Witches and Christmas Don't Mix by Cuntryhouse - T, one-shot - Guardian Angels falling in love for 4 centuries. Oh, and guiding people to find love in the process.

Christmas: Start of Healing by LunaAmethyst203 - M, one-shot - The second wizarding war ended just over 7 months ago. Draco Malfoy was to be released from Azkaban a week before Christmas. Instead, the prison aurors choose to delay his release as revenge. Sending him off with curses of revenge and hatred but a certain magical bond pulls Hermione Granger to an injured Draco Malfoy. She takes care of him on the eve of Christmas as he takes the first step of his new life while finally having the space and ability to grieve a loved one lost during the final battle of the second wizarding war

Have Yourself a Felix Little Christmas by AdrienLennox - M, WIP - Facing the wrath of his enraged father, Draco scrambles to repair his broken betrothal with the haughty Astoria Greengrass by any means necessary. Add in an excessively Felix Felicis and Draco finds himself finding love in the most unexpected place.

Christmas Lights by rizzlewrites - G, one-shot - Since taking over the Manor, this was the first year he had to worry about the care and feeding of someone else in the house besides himself. Domestic life with Hermione Granger was a learning curve.

All Too Well by PinkChaos - T, one-shot - “It’s official. We have finally converted you!” Harry suddenly exclaimed mid-conversation with Hermione. “Red is a good color on you!” There was a very prim snort, and then a drawling voice Hermione would recognize anywhere spoke right behind her. “I was feeling festive. It is the holiday season, after all.” “No,” Harry shook his head, his grin widening, “that is very specifically Gryffindor red.” And he was right, Hermione realized as she looked over her shoulder and then up to find Draco Malfoy towering over her. The tailored suit, in a light grey today that matched his eyes, and long, black cashmere coat were typical for him, but the anomaly was the scarlet scarf wrapped perfectly around his neck. However, the color choice wasn’t even what Hermione found most odd, but that it looked exactly like her favorite scarf. Her favorite scarf that she had lost about a year ago.

You by quiven - G, one-shot - A Christmas one-shot involving one Christmas tree, two baubles, a slip of a parchment: and two merging wishes.

'tis the damn season by palomab1anca - M, WIP - Hermione finds herself in a spot of trouble when a lie turns into showing up at Christmas with Draco Malfoy at her side. What should have been a simple ruse turns complicated when a snowstorm forces bickering coworkers together.

A Professors Carol by thatbiatchsince2022 - not rated, WIP - On the last day of the Christmas term a student of Hermione comes up and asks if she knows a certain ice blonde. With that, we find out what happened between them the year prior 

[oodelally3]

20 Questions (for fic writers)

Thanks for the tag, @operationnope! I've written even less than you have, but this'll still be fun.

How many works do you have on ao3?

A whopping four.

What's your total ao3 word count? 59,604

What fandoms do you write for?

Love Island the Game

Harry Potter

Top five fics by kudos:

Epistle

What I Did for Love

Taking the Plunge

Beginning Together

Do you respond to comments?

Every one! (There's one I haven't responded to yet, but I'm going to after this. 😊)

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Epistle, definitely. It was originally a one-shot, but I'm going to continue the story. Hoping for HEA, but that all depends on what Hermione & Draco do.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Beginning Together, for sure. It's impossible to have angst when there are sheep around. #Facts

Do you get hate on fics?

No, I don't have enough readers for that. But what an awful thing to do. There's literally nothing forcing you to read it--just move on with your life.

Do you write smut?

Just wrote my very first one! I was terrified.

Craziest crossover:

Don't have one. Yet?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Doubtful.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope.

All time favourite ship?

My MC & Carl; my MC & Bobby; Dramione.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hope to finish both my WIPs, so I'm not going to jinx them. Oh! And I forgot I was also going to expand the world of Taking the Plunge because I loved Nadia & her friends so much.

What are your writing strengths?

Narration, witty asides, description & small details, world-building...? I find it difficult to answer this question.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Reading too many others fics instead of making myself sit down to write my own. 😳 I take too long between chapters. I need to write more about how my characters are feeling/sensing, etc., particularly in love scenes. Maybe showing some characters' bad traits?

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I enjoy it, even if there's not a translation. I don't mind looking it up. If it fits the character, this should be included. I think right now I only have one ESL, and I try to pepper his dialogue with Swedish words and phrases and nicknames. Sweet Henrik.

First fandom you wrote in?

LITG! First fics I ever read, too.

Favourite fic you've written?

Uhhh...I think WIDFL, my very first (and a WIP). And I'm very proud of Epistle.

I'm not sure who's already been tagged, so feel free to consider yourself tagged if you want to do this!

[itsthedoodle]

Welcome to my “a little bit of everything” blog, a place for all my weird obsessions and hyperfixations 🩵 A heads up: I have zero tolerance for anti shit. Bring that to my blog and you will be blocked before you can even blink.

Fic Masterlist

Feysand:

This Love Is Alive Back From The Dead 🌶️ - The last time Feyre and Rhys saw each other was senior year when she abruptly decided to end things between them. Ten years later, they meet again at their high school reunion.

~•~

Starry Eyes Sparking Up My Darkest Night - We had danced, all of us together. And when the night had shifted toward dawn and the music became soft and honeyed, I had let Rhys take me in his arms and dance with me, slowly, until the other guests had left, until the gold disc of the sun gilded Velaris.

~•~

Wicked Things 🌶️ - A rare moment of clarity broke through the thick fog of alcohol.

“Rhys, this is where he made me stand next to him like a plaything” she said, remembering her first and last tithe in the Spring Court.

Rhys stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “No worries, Feyre darling,” he purred, trailing kisses down her neck, the spot between her neck and shoulder, then lowering the straps of her dress. “We can do some wicked things on it, that way he’ll never sit there again.”

~•~

If I Could Hold You For A Minute - The thread tying him to her went taut, then glowed. He felt his entire being shatter then reform, his heart beating to the sound of hers, his cells, his nerves, his entire DNA screaming her name, screaming that she was his, only his, his to love and cherish-

He felt the mating bond snap into place with a force that could have rattled the mountain, the stars.

~•~

the tragic story of the vienna sausage 🌶️ -

“Feyre, before we do this, there is something you should know.”

She looked at him incredulously, trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. He thought now was the time for confessions? Sighing, she looked at him expectantly nonetheless.

“My cock… it’s not like other cocks.”

Drabbles:

Tiny Ancient Pup (Rhys & Nyx) -

Nyx had then pressed his face against Rhys’s shoulder and had mumbled in superspeed “Canwegetadog?”.

~•~

Memory (Rhys & Nyx) -

“Oh, that is a great card. Good job! Can you find the other one?” Rhys said in a soft voice. He and Nyx had taken to playing memory lately and the one year old was quite good at it.

~•~

Gossip (Nesta & Elain) -

“It’s called fucking, Elain. Didn’t you hear our sister claim how much better she can do that now?”

“Surely she was exaggerating—”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” Nesta interrupted her, pouring them both a cup of tea. “That male, Rhysand, for all his arrogance, looked like he could fuck our sister for a week straight.”

Nessian:

Luckiest Male Alive - After the birth of his daughter, Cassian reminisces over the lucky moments in his life.

Dramione:

Lyra - He hadn't spoken to her in what felt like a lifetime, those last words between them filling his chest with a hollow ache. His mind filled with those last memories, of torture and blazing flames.

She looked at him for a split second and stilled, clearly not expecting his eyes on her.

As if he would be looking at anyone or anything else; the world narrowed to her whenever she was near.

[dramionediscussion]

Sometimes I prefer that authors just skim over Draco’s redemption. Aside from it being very repetitive, it’s also often done really badly.

As in in the year of our Lord 2024 I’m still reading about how Draco is a poor cinnamon roll and he actually always believed in equality and he was forced by his evil abusive parents to treat Hermione badly but he secretly always loved her.

I kid you not. That’s not even an exaggeration. That’s what Draco’s “redemption” looked like in the latest Dramione I fic I gave a chance after a long pause. And it’s a shame too. Because otherwise it’s really good. The author’s writing style is superb, the plot is interesting and there’s so much chemistry between Draco and Hermione.

But as soon as they touch on the topic of their shared past during Hogwarts and war, it becomes unbearable. It’s classic case of how evil demon incarnate Lucius abused Draco and forced him to be a bully but Draco has actually secretly loved Hermione since their 2nd year. Oh yes! And Narcissa is secretly angel as well. She actually loves all things muggle and was forced to marry Lucius, was then abused by him and has divorced him. I honestly hate this takes because for all Malfoy family’s faults their saving grace was that they genuinely loved each other.

And they don’t even apologize to Hermione for their part in the war or for Draco’s treatment of her. Instead they gaslight her into being sorry for them and being ashamed of being so “blind” and “narrow minded” and not realizing how they suffered, making her feel guilty for being rightfully wary of them for unexpectedly turning up in her life years after the war.

Sorry for the rant. But I just dislike such takes and “redemptions” so much and this one was so extreme while otherwise the fic was so good.

I think authors need to include something thought to help bridge the gap between canon Draco and their own version of adult Draco.

But yeah sometimes people do too much. It is okay for him to own up to what he said and did and who he was. It is okay for his parents to do the same. We would respect them just as much if they apologized and learned and changed their thoughts and behaviours after their experience. We don't need a sad story and a rewrite of canon for his redemption.

I get it though, that sometimes for the sake of the plot, you do need him to be this way.

-Lisa