#recovering granger

[nina-s0]

Do yall ever think about how Hermione technically didn't know that Harry's parents were dead. I'm thinking it went smth like this

Harry: hey Ron, have you-

Ron (distracted): your mom.

Harry: uhm :(

Ron: ah, sorry mate, forgot

Hermione: oh, c'mon Harry he was just joking!

Ron and Harry (staring at her wide eyed): ...

Hermione: uh...

Harry: my parents are dead hermione.

[grangerxdangerr]

I see everyone talk about needing a light fluffy fic after reading Manacled.

I read LIATOTZA, Manacled, and Secrets and Masks in the span of 2 weeks.

I am a shell of a woman, but there is dog in me 🗣️

[madrewrites]

just finished reading manacled for the first time and.

holy fuck.

y'all weren't kidding. this shit absolutely slaps.

[leaelakey]

That was only uttered by one Snape fan, who probably hates Hermione aswell. Don't group all Snape fans into this nonsense 🙄

snape fans will be like "snape was so hot for the way he bullied hermione" and then shit their pants and scream when someone says james and sirius bullying snape was justified

[hotvintagepoll]

What are some screwball comedy pairings you wish had been a thing? Can definitely be gay ones :)

Okay finally!

One of the reasons I made this blog in the first place is that few things bring me as much blinding rage as imagining the movies we could have gotten, if old Hollywood had stopped being racist/homophobic/anti-everyone for ten fucking seconds. There were so many talented hotties working through our tournament era who only got cameo spots or no-budget movies! for no reason beyond white supremacy! there were so many stories that didn't get told because heaven forbid we acknowledge gay people! If this blog has a mission statement, a big chunk of it would be about highlighting all the amazing hotties who never got what they deserved in their heyday.

So! Let's tear Louis B. Mayer a new one and make some better movies.

Diamond Eyes (1946)

Harold Nicholas, the bored but fabulous son of a Manhattan millionaire, decides to take himself off on a transatlantic cruise to recover from the boredoms of socialites, constant martinis, and west side glamor. When working girl Rita Hayworth snags him into a fake dating scheme to throw off a jealous ex (Cesar Romero), he doesn't mean to fall in love with his false fiancé—or to set the ex up with his scheming accountant (Tyrone Power).

To the Tune of Millions (1945)

Ann Miller and Lena Horne are conwomen besties who use a fake dance act to get into casinos, which they then promptly rob. Unfortunately, an over-enthusiastic talent agent (Gene Kelly) sees the act and thinks they're legitimate, hiring them on the spot as the lead number in a newly opened but already failing musicale review. Who can they hustle at a theater that's barely bringing in a dime? The two ex-cons fall in love with show business, Kelly and Horne smooch at the grand finale, and Miller has an intense will-they-or-won't-they sparring relationship with the hot stage manager (Ethel Waters—and they will).

Untitled Three's-a-Crowd Film (1942)

Cary Grant, Jean Arthur, and Ronald Colman are running interference on a corrupt justice system while trying to keep up the act that they are all simply cohabitating in a shared AirBnB and definitely not falling in love with each other. Wait. This is actually The Talk of the Town. This movie actually exists and does veer this hard into polyamorous romance.

Tomatoes and Toast (1928)

Anna May Wong and Greta Garbo eat sandwiches for three hours. It's riveting.

One Soul, Two Bodies (1948)

Farley Granger and Vincent Price star as Alexander the Great and Hephaestion in this sword-and-sandals period piece. Though clearly made on a studio backlot with a budget of $3, the dashing romance grounds the chariot races and cardboard sword battle sequences.

Grand Central Station (1931)

Interconnected narratives of Josephine Baker, Joan Blondell, Dolores del Río, and Fredric March all vying for the last seat on the 5:45 train out to Poughkeepsie. When they realize they're jostling to sit next to the same sugar daddy who's been stringing all of them along, the four decide to unionize. Pre-code thrills; the four-in-a-bunk Pullman car scene remains notable for a reason.

I have more but I think I've gone a bit delirious.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

A Second Chance pt.1 {Blurb}

Poly!Marauders+Lily x Fem!Reader - Zombie Apocalypse Au

New Perspective Noah Kahan

Masterlist

Summary: You find a group of survivors who could really use your help}

Cw; Guns, death, animal death, hunting, cussing, minor character death, insinuations of abuse (reader is worried about Lily alone with the boys), Zombie apocalypse typical violence, reader is crushing on Lily, infants)

Wc- 2091

In the heart of the wilderness, there was a serene and tranquil grove. Tall, majestic trees stood like sentinels; their branches reached towards the sky. Dappled sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting a gentle glow on the moss-covered ground below. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the refreshing scent of earth and pine, it was getting later.

There was suddenly a sharp and ear-piercing shot that rang out. You lifted your head from the scope of the ancient rifle, looking across the beautiful thicket, and eyes falling on the limp body of your prize.

You had been at it for hours, avoiding the doe’s, knowing they had young hidden deep within the grass, much like yourself now. You stood up, lifting the bandana over your nose and hurried down the hill you were perched on. Pulling out your carvers knife as you got to work on the old buck at your feet.

“I'm telling you, it was a gunshot.” You heard whispers from behind you, the sound of fresh grass making way to footsteps. Two of them. 

You quickly packed your plastic lined pouch and turned around, training your gun on the approaching forms behind you.

“Fuck-”

“What did I tell you!?”

There were two men. Great. Men. This close to your hideout? You needed to make your next move count. You could let them go, and risk them coming back to find you. You could shoot them both now and waste your very limited ammo. You could escort them out of the area but that would waste a day of travel. She couldn't wait. Your eyes scanned over their figures. The first one you saw had long black hair, a thin frame, tattooed pale skin and seemed to be the more pissed of the two. Seemed to be the one who heard the gunshot too. The other one was definitely taller, he had thick brown hair and startling hazel eyes. He seemed to be more of a threat out of the two, with his broader build and definitely gave the impression he was in charge.

You turned your gun to aim it at the taller one. His breath hitched and they both stared at you in panicked fear. “Wait wait wait.” He quickly pleaded, hands up and taking a small step back. 

“Don't move or I'm pulling the trigger.” You threatened and he winced.

The black haired boy moved to step in front of him, but you cocking your gun seemed to knock some sense into him. 

“Please, please don't shoot.” He pleaded. “I have a son, he's only a few weeks old. We have two other men in the group who are bedridden and injured. My wife is still recovering. We can't risk it.”

His pleading made your heart stop. It was so familiar it made your body ache.

~~~

“Please, please don't shoot.” He pleaded with the men in front of him. The camp was ransacked and some of the tents were set ablaze.

You and Regulus had made your way out of the camp late at night. You were going out patrolling, unable to sleep, and as usual, Regulus didn't want you going alone. 

On your way out Barty joined you. So of course, Evan wanted to tag along as well. You attempted to convince them that one able bodied person should stay behind. Mr. and Mrs. Granger had just brought a beautiful baby girl into the world, so Mr. Granger was hardly focused on watching the camp. 

A few others were there to watch over as well, but it was a big camp, and they needed all the help they could get. Evan teased you for your worry, no one had even passed your location in days. He still, however, promised to stay close to camp with Barty to patrol. Leaving you and Regulus to walk along the outermost parts of the camp.

Regulus eventually headed back, you stayed out. You loved the idea that people were still growing their lives even in such a desperate situation. But God, that baby did not know how to shut up. She was precious, from a distance.

You regretted that night.

You regretted so much of it.

When you made your way back the smell of burning flesh hit your nose first. You had to hold back the bile in your throat. You had come to be familiar with the stench of rot, but not when it was set ablaze.

You ran to camp and heard the commotion. You were gone for no more than ten minutes, and the sight of the dead bodies of your friends around you would be permanently etched into your mind. 

You couldn't focus on anything through the chaos, until you heard Mr.Granger pleading. He had his hands up, standing outside one of the only standing tents left. You snuck around, taking in the situation from outside of your clearly useless walls. He was cornered, four men around him while one of them held the arm of Mrs. Granger like a vice, taunting her husband.

You made eye contact with Mrs. Granger and hers widened. You slowly reached for your gun and her expression shifted to pure desperation. She kept glancing at the tent and your heart fell. Hermione was still in there.

You took a deep breath and cursed. Hurrying to sneak behind the tent and cut into it from the back. You gathered what you could, what little you were able to scavenge from towns for Hermione as well. You heard two gunshots, but you didn't want to think about it. Quickly covering Hermione’s mouth with your hoodie to keep her cries muffled.

You didn't look back, running as far away from the camp as possible. You came back the next morning and eventually managed to find your own supplies and one of the several cars they seemed to have left behind. Worrying they may come back for it, you packed up what you could and left in the dinghy vehicle.

That was only a month ago.

~~~

You couldn't do it. You couldn't pull the trigger. You slowly sighed and lowered your gun, much to the startled surprise of both boys. There was a loaded silence between you three before you bit your lip. Looking down at your bag you gestured to the venison on the ground. “You can have what’s left. I can only carry so much.”

“W-what?” The black haired boy muttered out and the brunette seemed to lighten up at your offer. Eyebrows raised and mouth slack.

“On one condition. I want to know where your camp is. And.. I want to meet the mother.” You gestured to the deer again, as if to entice them, and the brunette narrowed his eyes in confusion but the other seemed to catch on. Giving a firm nod and walking over to the buck. You flinched heavily to the side so as to not be too close to him.

“What's your name?” The taller boy asked and you snapped your attention to him. You creased your brow in suspicion but, what could they really do with just your name?

“{Y/N}.”

“{Y/N}? Nice to meet you. My name is James.” He introduced and offered his hand, You simply stared at him and he cleared his throat and tried to play off the obvious rejection. “A-and this is Sirius!” 

Said boy, Sirius, finally managed to get the deer over his shoulder before gesturing in front of him for you. “I’d rather stay behind you.” You huffed and he gave a brief nod. Turning with a hmph as he steadied the kill on his shoulder. 

~~~

You quickly learned, in your brief walk, just how much James seemed to like talking. You were starting to genuinely believe that he wasn't a threat, but more wondering how on god's green earth he survived this long with a trap like that.

Sirius, on the other hand, was quiet for the most part. He would ask you questions to gauge how comfortable you were and how much you were willing to share with them. Mostly nothing.

When you passed by a certain stick standing in the ground, James gestured ahead. You peaked past him and saw the camp. 

It was decent, but exposed. A large tent you assumed housed all of them, with a table and a campfire, the set up even allowed for the most sight around them. It was certainly temporary. The thought comforted you, but the idea they were traveling with an infant made you nervous.

“This is all?” You asked in a not intentionally condescending tone.

Sirius brushed past you and walked into the center of the clearing, dropping the load and standing up with a stretch. The tent door opened and you fixed your grip on the rifle, James grabbing the barrel and lowering it, earning a glare from you. Out limped a rather tall boy. Tanned skin, scar ridden, messy sandy blonde hair, and a clearly mangled leg. You took a deep breath. 

Okay, they housed the injured and kept them around. The leader of the group was rather charming but that could go both ways. You needed to see the girl.

As if he could read your thoughts, Sirius spoke up and drew Remus’s startled expression from you. “Remus, can you get Lily?”

“She's reading to Harry.” Who you assumed to be Remus muttered and glanced back at you. Sirius shook his head. “Just a moment.”

Remus eyed you for a second before he peaked back into the tent and muttered something. Eventually, a tall red head stepped out of the beige shelter and she looked at Sirius, clearly annoyed. “What? I just got Harry down.”

“We have a visiter. Wants to make sure you aren't being held here against your will.” Sirius cheeked and you gave a glare his way, he simply winked back. Much more playful in his own domain.

“What?” Lily muttered and looked up at you. Your eyes locked for a moment and her jaw rolled as she sized you up. You suddenly felt extremely self conscious. Then, the most dazzling smile appeared on her face. “You wanted to check on me? How old are you sweetness?”

Her tone gave you such a rush of comfort you didn't even think before you spoke. “N-nineteen,” You whispered and she placed a hand over her chest and cooed at you. “You're just a baby. Are you alone?”

“No, not… not really.”

Merlin, her voice was like a siren song. Your shoulders went limp and the gun lowered. James gave a knowing smirk and Sirius looked offended at your compliance with Lily’s questioning. How does she do that?

“Shouldn't you be heading back? Someone must be looking for you.” She fretted and you tried to steady your breath. Remus looked between you two and slowly settled against the base of a tree with a wince.

“N-not yet, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You mumbled before you looked at James. He was smirking at you. He was smirking at you like your friend would in elementary before declaring he knew who your crush was. 

You snapped out of your trance and quickly took a few steps back. “Actually-”

Your remark was interrupted by a loud bout of thunder. You looked to the sky with the rest of the group and you heard a loud cry from inside the tent. You felt your stomach drop. You could care less about the boys, but you couldn't leave a week old child in the middle of a thunderstorm.

You watched as the tend opened again and a sickly, pale boy stepped out. He was taller than you with a bit of a belly, he seemed friendly to a fault, a small smile growing on his sleepy face. Lily walked over to him and picked up Harry with a thank you to Peter.

“We need to get to some serious shelter soon.” James huffed and you looked around at the worry on everyone’s faces. You finally let your morals win  over your common sense.

“I have a place.” You mumbled and Lily looked at you, startled.

“Honey, you really shouldn’t offer up-”

“I know, I know. Just..” You looked at Harry and Lily slowly smiled. She looked at the rest of the group and nodded. Peter seemed startled as he just noticed your presence, James seemed surprised just like Sirius. Remus seemed in distress, rubbing his leg as the storm grew closer. 

“We would love your help.”

[onddau]

"You're really going to put up that picture of all things?" Draco drawled.

Hermione turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "We look incredible! Plus, that day was a pivotal moment in our relationship, you know."

Draco's expression softened. "Ah yes, the infamous Ministry Christmas party. How could anyone forget your bushy hair getting caught in my expensive cufflinks?"

"Oh, hush!" Hermione playfully swatted his arm. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who couldn't keep your eyes off me all evening."

"Can you blame me? You were a vision in that dress. Although, I must say, the photographer's timing was impeccable," Draco chuckled, gesturing to the photo.

FLASHBACK

The Ministry of Magic's atrium was decked out in festive glory, twinkling fairy lights competing with the golden gleam of tinsel. The annual Christmas party was in full swing, with wizards and witches from every department mingling, drinks in hand.

Amidst the revelry, a photographer weaved through the crowd, capturing candid moments. His eyes lit up as he spotted a striking couple: a platinum-blond man lounging in an armchair, with a brunette perched elegantly on the armrest.

As he approached, he caught snippets of their conversation.

"Oh, and there's one more thing we have to do before we go back to my loft," Hermione was saying, her fingers playing with the collar of Draco's robes.

Draco groaned dramatically. "Another thing? Granger, I just want you alone. I'd even wager for that Kneazle abomination of yours to join us."

"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger! May I please get a photo of you two?" the photographer called out.

They turned, startled. Hermione's hand flew up, almost covering her mouth in surprise, while Draco's expression morphed into his trademark scowl. The flash went off.

Recovering, Hermione continued, "We have to stop by Molly's. She has our gifts and is expecting us to pick them up before the end of Christmas."

"The Weasleys?" Draco looked appalled. "Oh, you've got to be kidding. There is no way in seven hells I'm going to the carrot-top crew's headquarters."

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Funny that you think you have a say. We are going, and that's that," she said sternly.

"Oh no, Granger. You may be the only person who frightens me enough to bend to your will, but I will not stand for the Weasleyssss," he drawled out, annoyance dripping from every syllable.

Hermione leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. "Once we've finished unwrapping the presents, we can go back to my loft and you can unwrap me," she whispered in a sing-song voice.

Draco's jaw snapped shut, his eyes widening. "Want to head out now?"

Hermione's laughter rang out, drawing curious glances from nearby partygoers.

[smuttyazrael]

Truth or Dare Part 5

Word count: 701

Summary: A bunch of students get together for a very smutty game of Truth or Dare.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Anal, Fingering, honesty, Cum kink, Voyeurism, Exibitionism, Public, breeding kink.

“Fred truth or dare?” Draco asks still panting recovering from his hard orgasm in Grangers mouth. Everyone going and sitting down in thier spots.

“Dare.” Fred says rubbing his hand up and down over his covered cock.

“I dare you to get sucked off be Y/N.” Draco says with a smirk. You lick your lips in anticipation.

“But isn't Y/N Petra and Viktor's?” Hermione asks confused.

“She's allowed to swallow anyone who is here's cum but she is only allowed to take Petra, Viktor, Draco, and myself in her pussy or ass.” Blaise says. “Just like if you were ours.”

“I won't ever be yours. You two are too obsessed with cumming.” Hermione says turning bright pink.

“Did you not like the taste of Draco's load?” Petra asks with a innocent vurious tone, while watching you crawl over to Fred. Both Petra and Viktor are rubbing their fabric covered cocks.

“Yes, but…” Hermione turns bright red watching you take Fred deep into your throat. Fred throws his head back groaning out a loud fuck. He grabs your hair and thrusts into you. Hermione shifts around.

“I think Granger is throbbing for a hard cock in her pussy.” Astoria says while fingering herself. Cedric has his eyes on her fingers. Noding his head in agreement. While rubbing his cock.

"Definitely, needs a hard cock pounding her." George says with a grin watching Y/N take his twins cock deep in her throat. Him jerking his cock at the same pace.

"Fuck, George. Im gonna cum!" Fred calls out panting to his twin.

"Me too." George replies. Just as he says that they both cum with a moan. Fred filling Y/Ns mouth. The rest watching as a dark grey spot appears on Georges sweats.

"Cedric truth or dare?" Fred asks as Y/N heads back sitting on to Viktors cock.

"Dare" he replies.

"I dare you to get Astoria pregnant starting first load now." Fred says with a smirk.

"Please." Astoria begs still thrusting her fingers into her sloppy cunt, thighs covered in her own juice.

"Alright, babygirl. Come here and sit on my cock. I'll fill you." Cedric says Astoria.

She crawls over wiggling her butt as she goes. The boys all groan. All of them rubbing thier bulges. She sits on his cock and he pounds into her.

"Blaise, truth or dare." He pants out between groans.

"Dare." Blaise says confidently with a smirk.

"I dare you to finger Granger till she cums." Cedric pants out. "Ugggg." He groans cumming into Astoria. Blaise heads over to Granger.

"Come on baby. Lets get you to cum pretty for everyone." He says all of us focusing on her.

He flips her skirt up and moves her panties to the side. He thrusts his fingers into her rubbing his palm on her clit. She moans loudly, bucking into his hand. Draco is on his knees cock out in the middle of the circle jerking off.

Harry is watching her with fasination jerking his cock off.

"Middle of the circle, Potter." Theo reminds him. Potter gets up and mirrors Draco.

"Blaise..." Granger says looking at Blaise in panic.

"It's okay, babygirl. I have you. You've never cum before have you?" He asks with a knowing look. Granger shakes her head. "I want you to enjoy and fall off that cliff. I will have you."

All the boys groan. Fleur moans out her fingers in her pretty pink pussy. Theo, Fred and George all end up in the circle jerking off as well. Petra heads there pulling his cock out watching both you and Granger at the same time.

All of a sudden "Blaise!?!" Granger screams out soaking his hand. The boys all groan out cumming. Cedric in Astoria. Viktor in Y/N. Blaise's cock vomits out cum into his sweats. The rest of the boys in the circle. The girls cum as well. Blaise rubs her as she comes down panting.

"How was that?" Blaise asks.

"Please, can you do it again?" She begs Blaise.

"Become, mine and Draco's and you can cum whenever you want." Blaise says with a shrug. He turns around and everyone sees a new massive wet spot on the front of his sweats.

[mindfulstudyquest]

❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝘆

organization: i know it's the most trivial advice in the world, but i swear it works. before doing anything, i take my planner and review everything i have to do, i divide the study by subject, amount of things to study and review spaces for exams. realistically, you can't expect to do it all in one day, but a good plan could almost allow you to sleep at night!

a clean workspace: i can't fucking concentrate if there's a mess aroud me, i get distracted easily, even by dust, so before i start studying i always deep-clean my desk. i know that not everyone can afford a personal and quiet place to study in their houses, so try to find yourself a small angle where you can really focus.

go to study in a library / café: i didn't believe it at first, but it's actually useful. if you have the opportunity to go to a library or a café after school ( or near your house ) do so. being surrounded by people who are studying like you really helps to focus, you'll be less inclined to get distracted and procastinate. i would feel uncomfortable using my phone in a library with other people who are doing their work while i'm sitting there scrolling on tumblr.

breaks: ik ik, not very blair waldrof, hermione granger, spencer hastings, rory gilmore of me, isn't it? but is it worth it. sometimes i end up having really bad headaches from studying and, even if i keep studying, the quality of my work decreases significantly. breaks are fundamental. i would not recommend using social networks for your beak, because they litteraly drain your attention, rather do your skincare, prepare yourself a snack ( eating is important! it's what makes you focus ), read 10 pages of your book, dance a little bit in your room, do stretching, go outside and buy some mint chewingum, something like that.

EAT!: girls, boys and theys, we know. i honestly think that almost every person that craves academic validation ends up developing a sort of eating disorder. it's not even the food, is the fact that you are too busy studying that you forget to eat, ignoring stomach cramps, or the fact that you didn't get that answer right and now you don't feel like you deserve the lunch. i understand bc i AM like this, like you. but think about it: you need to do it in order to survive ( but this is secondary to the grades, right? ) and to keep your brain active. you can't walk around with blurred vision because you haven't eaten or drunk for fourteen continuous hours. i swear that eating like a normal human being helps you to keep going.

sleep: same thing as eating, but with our terrible sleeping schedules. i know that school is toxic so we end up finishing our homeworks at 2 am everyday ( if we're lucky ) but when you have the chance, take a nap and recover.

repeat things as if you were explaining them to someone: this is litterally the fastest way ever to learn fundamental concepts when you're studying. imagine that you're talking to a friend that doesn't know anything about the subject that you're studying and try to explain the topic to them. finding simple words for a difficult topic will help you understand it thoroughly, on this basis you can then build an articulated and more academic speech. repeat things out loud, doesn't matter if you look crazy, you already are <3

check and organize your notes the same day: i never have time to take proper notes in class, so i review them as soon as possible, with the lesson still fresh in mind. it really helps me understand the subject and makes the further study much easier.

watch youtube videos: youtube is my favourite class. sometimes teachers are dumber than students and you, who don't have a degree in that subject and are tackling a topic for the first time, don't understand a damn thing. ofc not!! sometimes professors are terrible at explaining stuff, but fazal from pakistan isn't. i passed my physics class with a 10/10 thanks to an indian guy on youtube. documentaries and yt videos are a simple and nice way to understand better topics and do insights for extra credits.

delete social media: i'm gonna do another post specifically for this.

"STUDY!" wallpaper: last but not least, the dumbest yet the smartest advice, set as lockscreen a white / black / whatever background with a big fat "STUDY!" written on it. everytime you're about to pick up your phone and procastinate the wallpaper will scold you.

hope this was useful or at least fun to read byee

[onebedtorulethemall]

Bonus material from my Dramione short story Probabilities

Long before it was a fic, Probabilities was a 1000-word scene written for a writing group critique. I liked it but was busy with other things, so it sat in a folder for about a year until I finally adapted it into the short story I always envisioned.

Here's the original scene, and you can read the fic it became on A03. (36k, Explicit, now complete!)

*** The first time Draco Malfoy was inside Hermione Granger, they were in an alley adjacent to Wand & Cork, wizarding London’s hottest new ticket. Having arrived separately in celebration of its grand opening—guests of proprietors Pansy Parkinson and Neville Longbottom, respectively—they soon found themselves intertwined in a sticky heap while the first toast of the evening spilled from the open doorway around the corner.

“Merlin’s saggy ballsack,” he moaned. 

Hermione hit the ground, panting hard. “You were just—”

“I think I’m dying.”

“—inside my—”

“Hnnnnnnnnnnnngh.”

Hermione looked down at her ruined clothing and the evidence of his intrusion, and grew pale. “St Mungo’s, now!” 

The question of whether Draco had recovered from the shock of finding his left foot inside Hermione’s abdomen was not resolved, at least in Hermione’s mind, until she awoke in a hospital bed six hours later following a delicate operation to extract the shoelace knotted around her ribcage. 

The specialists didn’t attempt to disguise their glee. Visions of peer-reviewed scientific studies danced around her bedside. 

“We did the calculations. The odds are roughly one in twenty-three trillion, seven hundred billion!”

“Lucky me,” Hermione muttered. “Any advice on not repeating this fortuitous event?”

They chortled their way from the room. Spontaneous Apparitional Overlap had been a thought exercise until approximately nine o’clock the previous evening. The odds of it happening twice, and to the same person—well, numbers didn’t go up that high, as far as they knew.

“He’s fine, if you were worried,” Harry told her later, valiantly fighting a persistent lip twitch. “He lost a toenail, but your surgeons fished it out.”

“This isn’t funny. I could’ve died.”

“When they wheeled him away, he was crying about”—a small giggle escaped—“dragonhide oxfords.”

Hermione went home the new owner of a vat of pain potion, a tin of scar ointment, and a burgeoning phobia of Apparition. She memorised the bus schedule and spent a month practising small bursts up and down the length of her flat, where statistically improbable coincidence might not result in pointy men putting their pointy body parts inside any of hers.

“I’ll go,” she told Ginny, once she felt able. “But that walking bombarda had better not be there.”

“I think he’s in France,” Ginny replied, squeezing her hand. “And good. I can’t keep popping by with pinot just to see you. Your recycling bin tells a tragic story.” 

That Saturday, she spent an hour lecturing the mirror with increasing severity. “One in twenty-three trillion, seven hundred billion,” she finally snapped. “Now fucking do it.”

A half second later, she appeared beneath glittering lights in the quietest corner of Diagon Alley with the satisfied feeling of having accomplished something nearly impossible. 

And, in a sense, she had.

“I thought you were in France!”

“Hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh.”

This time, it was Draco who required the urgent attention of the overjoyed Accidents and Catastrophes surgical team. They’d offer her bracelet back, they informed her, but they’d had to cut it from around his femur.

A letter arrived two days later. 

I have an appointment at Gringotts on Wednesday. Three p.m. sharp. Since your existence apparently threatens mine, please advise that you will be elsewhere. On the other side of the country, preferably.

Cooped up and irritable, Hermione weighed the benefits of introducing her elbow to his chest cavity. She wrote:

Have you ever ridden a bicycle? It’s excellent exercise, and I’d finally be safe from your erratic Apparitional whims. As a bonus, I think it’d be hilarious to see you try.

The owl returned shortly.

Please, Granger. I coughed up a hairball. 

Wednesday came and went, and Hermione stayed safely home. 

It wasn’t a durable strategy, however. Following her second “accident”—the specialists, still deep in their calculations, had offered only an exultant shrug—Harry and Ginny had intuited that she was likely to either introduce sweeping Apparition safety legislation that they’d be obligated to publicly support, or become a shut-in. Neither option appealed.

Therefore, Hermione had a date for that weekend. 

Non-reschedulable.

“It’s nearby,” Ginny told her firmly. “You can walk.”

The Magical Trade Regulation Specialist was a flavourless fellow whose mousy brown hair topped an uninspiring list of distinguishing characteristics, but he had never splinched their bodies together—twice—so she agreed.

An hour in, she was sucking down her third Paloma as she lugged them through yet another unsuccessful discussion topic. She’d just given up on shared hobbies and was navigating a directional change toward her latest interest—“Are you familiar with quantum entanglement, Marvin?”—when, from behind:

“How dare you leave your house without informing me! Unsafe behaviour!” 

Hermione spun on her barstool to find Draco gripping a sweating pint glass and glaring like she’d just kicked his favourite peacock.

“Forgive me,” she said, blinking at him. “I had to go back a decade to recall the last time I saw you when you weren’t crying.”

“Your fingers,” he hissed, “were inside my groin.”

Marvin coughed.

“Perhaps if you’d aimed better—”

“Perhaps if you didn’t insist on knowing everything—”

“What does that have to do with it? I didn’t know you’d be Apparating at the exact same moment, in the exact same place, twice!”

“I don’t trust you,” he announced. “I need to know your whereabouts at all times. Give me your schedule.”

A damp cocktail napkin was thrust into her hand. She took up her wand like a quill and pretended to write.

“8 p.m., date, currently interrupted. And I walked here, so if anything, you're endangering me.”

“This,” he scoffed, snatching the napkin back, “is not a date.”

“Actually—” began Marvin.

“Where are you going after this?” he demanded. “His or yours?”

“We—” Marvin started.

“Mine, you shit! Alone.”

He swept a calculating gaze over Hermione and the date she’d almost succeeded in forgetting. Then, settling onto the stool beside hers with a motion like a conductor setting a moderato, he gestured for her to continue. 

“I’ll wait.” His teeth glinted. “In the interest of safety.” 

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‘You’re like a rose in a graveyard,I wonder what you could have turned into without the war.’

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Snamione Fic Recs

While I'm in a posting lull where I'm writing a lot but nothing is finished, I thought I’d rec some of my recent favourite sshg fics. I don't read as much as I'd like to because I'm usually writing or making art in my free time, but I've found some great ones and I hope if you read them you enjoy them too!

All We Ever Wanted was Everything by Cheam_Creems (Time travel marauders era, Romance/Angst, E, 156k)

Summary: A strange encounter with Draco Malfoy gives Hermione a choice: Stay in a suffocating office job and relationship or jump back into a war. The decision is surprisingly simple.

Why I loved it: I loved everything about this fic. No really. The characters felt flawed and human, with complex relationships, real traumas and troubles, and consequences from their bad decisions. The worldbuilding around the first war was fantastic too, and the ending was *chef's kiss*. I cannot say enough good things about this story.

Temptation’s Cost by our_sunny_selves (Muggle AU, Romance/Angst, E, 55k)

Summary: This is a two-part series made up of Where Boundaries Blur and No Safe Distance. Severus Snape has always prided himself on his control—his discipline, his restraint. But when he attends a dinner party at the Edward Granger's in the summer, Ed's daughter Hermione, who he barely knows, is all sharp wit and knowing smirks and his carefully ordered world begins to unravel. What starts as a dangerous game of glances and lingering touches soon spirals into something far more illicit. She is his best friend’s daughter. She is nineteen. She is forbidden. And yet, he cannot seem to say no.

Why I loved it: I really felt for Hermione in this fic, and all the bad decisions by her and Severus felt believable. I love exploring imperfect people in messy situations and this fits. Also, the smut was smoking hot.

The Love Department by jellybeany (Unspeakables, Romance/Humour, Unrated, 25k)

Summary: Severus Snape is tasked with finding the recipe for love. But he won't be doing it alone…

Why I loved it: I laughed out loud during this one. Wonderful writing, a unique premise, some truly A+ banter, and great characterizations.

Pressing Flowers by turtle_wexler (Accidental marriage, Romance, E, 15k)

Summary: Collecting potions ingredients, Hermione and Severus stumble upon a fairy ring and accidentally marry themselves with ancient magic, which has some rather unfortunate consequences.

Why I loved it: I love a good idiots to lovers. This has great banter, one bed, an adorable relationship between Severus and Crookshanks, a slowly building relationship, and the perfect ending.

Cut Clean and Dry Dreams by thefrenchpress (Post-war, Romance/Angst, E, 12k)

Summary: Years after the war, Hermione struggles with bearing the weight of her past choices. With everything seeming increasingly bleak, it's no surprise that her late night visits to the local launderette become the highlight of her week.

Why I loved it: Wonderfully human characters, a complicated parent relationship, a slowly building sweet romance, and some hot smut as a bonus.

Intermundane by Anogete (Post-war, Romance/Angst, E, 112k)

Summary: Hermione reaches out to the mysterious owner of Silverleaf Apothecary for help when she realizes a deadly, magic-stealing pandemic is upon the Wizarding world. Severus Snape disappeared from Wizarding society fourteen years ago after he'd recovered from his injuries. Now Hermione is trying to drag him back into it. He agrees to assist, but only if she quarantines at his home while they work on the project together. As they discover ways to treat the illness, Snape realizes he might not be so solitary, and Hermione gets to know the man behind her former professor.

Why I loved it: A satisfying slow burn, with two imperfect characters connecting over music, a reluctant Snape, and unique sex magic.

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George Weasley x she/her Hufflepuff!reader

A/N: recovered by the lovely @paintyourviolence !! thank you so much! ♡ if you’re wondering why I’ve had to repost this imagine, please check out this post

Would You Be So Kind

It truly isnt fair. It hasnt been for years. To be precise, you have been living an unjustifiably cruel life for the past four years, almost to the day.

You remember it like it was yesterday; the excitement bubbling in you as the train travelled closer and closer to your new school, your school for magic. The very kind Harry Potter had given you a seat in his carriage, alongside another boy who you came to know as Ron Weasley. It was their first year, too, and they were both as excited as you were, but unlike you, they could verbalise their excitement and hold actual conversations. Meanwhile, you sat and watched the world blur by through the windows on the other side of the carriage door, since both boys were situated by the carriage window. As the snack trolley arrived, and the sweet old lady asked if any of you would be buying anything, there was a steady thudding down the train, growing louder as it neared; until two taller red-headed boys almost ran directly into the trolley. Upon being stopped, they smiled at Ron through the door.

“Just our luck, we’ve only ended up by Ron’s carriage!” One of the twins teased, laughing.

The other twin chuckled along with his brother, then gestured to Harry. “Go on then, introduce us to your new friends!”

Ron sighed dramatically. “Harry Potter.”

The first twin that had spoken, Fred, raised his eyebrows. “Blimey!”

Harry waved politely. “Hello!”

The second twin that had spoken, George, smiled at you kindly.

“And who’s this?”

You realised he was looking to you for an answer to that question, and considering the question was only asking your name, it seemed a reasonable one to ask you, but at that exact moment you discovered that you could not speak.

“That’s (Y/N).” Ron answered for you, much to your relief, but the embarrassment had already set in, and you avoided everyone’s eyes, choosing instead to stare down at your lap.

George Weasley squeezed between the trolley and the carriage door partially, leaning just slightly closer to you.

“Hey, dont worry, everyone’s nervous on their first day. It’ll all feel normal in no time!” He encouraged sweetly, a gesture that was completely unnecessary in the circumstance of you two still being strangers, but when you lifted your head and met the genuine smile on George Weasley’s face, your heart seemed to recognise him.

In the four years that have passed since that day, your interactions with George have been minimal. You couldn’t help feeling gutted when the sorting hat sent you to the Hufflepuff table. Though you realised almost immediately that it was where you belonged, it put a further rift between you and the boy that already felt a million miles away with the two year age gap alone. Thankfully, despite being restricted to a different common room, you did have regular classes with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and the most intelligent person you’d ever met: Hermione Granger. The three of them being in a different house didn’t seem to deter them from maintaining their friendship with you, and although you do have friends in your own house by now, you still frequently enjoy the company of the Golden Trio. And on a few, precious, perfect occasions, being with them has caused you to cross paths with George Weasley.

Especially in your first year, during which you and Hermione spent almost every free period in the library. It wasn’t guaranteed, but the possibility of a teacher sending Fred and George to fetch a particular book from the library was a decently common occurrence. You had never known a teacher to not have a book they needed already in their classroom, but upon asking Ron about it, he said his older brothers likely went into classrooms beforehand to steal books and put them in the library in order to have an excuse to leave lessons. This rebellious streak made George all the more appealing to you, unfortunately. But it wasnt merely the reason for their visits to the library that worsened your symptoms; every single time Fred and George wandered into the library, George would spot you and give you that same genuine smile. And every single time, you would smile back, completely flustered. So flustered in fact, that you had been known to drop the library books you were carrying to yours and Hermione’s chosen table, or you would trip over your own feet and Hermione would rush over to help you, while George gave you a worried expression that you treasured, followed by the question of whether you were alright.

“Always the clutz!” You would say, making him laugh.

Eventually, it happened enough times for him to make that comment before you could.

Obviously, witnessing those interactions in first year meant Hermione was completely clued in on your crush. Back then, it felt very childish to even consider the possibility of him having any interest in you, because you quite literally were a child, not even a teenager yet, like he was. And as children often do, you expected to grow out of your childhood crush. But much to your dismay, George Weasley would not allow that.

The older you got, the more comfortable you got with casually bumping into the Weasley twins, always saying hello to George and then Fred in order to try and hint that you were in love with him. It didnt work, but you kept trying.

You’d wave at them in passing, exchange small talk on occasion, and George would always give you that same smile. Ever since second year, when he and Fred arrived back at Hogwarts having had an extreme growth spurt, that smile would look down at you, and that only made things worse. Especially when that growth spurt didn’t seem to stop, and George’s smile kept lifting further and further out of your reach. And let’s not forget your third year, when George grew his hair out to frame that smile high above you. A masterpiece that was definitely worth framing, you thought. Honestly, if he had kept his hair that long, you dont know if you would have survived.

By now, your Hufflepuff friends as well as the Golden Trio are all too aware of your crush on George Weasley. Ron, in particular, loves to tease you about it. When Hermione gave you the password to the Gryffindor common room in your third year so that you could meet her in her dormitory to study, Ron had grinned cheekily.

“Something tells me (Y/N)’ll be using that password more than any of us!” He teased, and despite the fact his joke was incredibly vague in its exact meaning, you were mortified, because the twins happened to walk by at that exact moment.

“Ooh, a Hufflepuff’s got our password? Do we have a fellow rebel on our hands?” Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you, and you buried your face in your hands.

“No!” You squeaked.

George leant down to nudge you gently. “Hey, if you get caught sneaking in, just say we gave you the password.”

And again, his voice pulled you from your own embarrassment, right back to that smile.

It is honestly infuriating how kind he is to you. Even now, in fourth year, you aren’t in any way used to it, because George seems to excel in charms more and more, both inside and out of a classroom, every year. Just today, you happened to be walking across the courtyard when you spotted George totally by chance, laughing with Fred, and the sight of him so happy was distracting enough to make you trip and fall in the grass. Initially, you cursed yourself for walking without Hermione to assist you if you fell, and you scrambled onto your knees to pick up your scattered books. It was then, you felt a large hand press ever so delicately against your back.

“Always the clutz?” He had chuckled, and your heart skipped a beat simply because he remembered an inside joke from your first year.

Then, George was helping you pick up your books, and soon enough Fred ran over to help you, too. Fred took ahold of your books while George helped you back to your feet, the pair of Weasley’s towering over you, but you couldn’t look away from George.

“Thank you.” Was all you could manage as Fred passed you your books.

You saw that smile, and then you were scampering off before your heart could leap right out of your chest.

Now, you’re pacing around the Gryffindor common room while Hermione, Ron and Harry sit on one sofa, their eyes watching you as you embody your stress.

“Why the HELL does he do this?! What did I do to deserve this kind of torture!?!” You sigh, raking your fingers through your hair.

The fireplace crackles obnoxiously, setting your teeth on edge. If it wasn’t the only current source of light in the room, you would take your shoes off to stomp it out with your bare feet, it’d be less painful than - and a wonderful distraction from - thinking about George Weasley.

Ron laughs. “It’s hardly torture, (Y/N), he helped you up when you fell over.”

Your fiery gaze makes him shrink into the sofa, and Hermione elbows him in the ribs for good measure.

“It is absolutely torture for George Weasley - an infamous prankster - to show unwavering kindness to (Y/N); anyone with a crush on him would be smitten by him treating them differently to everyone else!” Hermione corrects him, and you nod at her gratefully as you continue your pacing.

“Sometimes I wish one of you would Obliviate me so I’d forget that first day on the train, and every moment with him after. It’d save me YEARS of pain! I am tired.” You groan in frustration, shaking your head.

“Well, have you tried telling him?” Harry speaks up, and you spin on your heel, staring at him like he’s insane.

“Of course she hasn’t! The lack of answers is what has made this so much worse, you simply must tell him!” Hermione pleads, and you scoff, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest as heat rises to your face.

“So, what? You think I should just waltz right up to him and say ‘Hey, George, not sure if you’re aware but I thought I’d let you know that I’m head over heels in love with you and I’d appreciate it if you could act like a total dick to me so I can get over this because there is no way in hell you feel the same way’?” You pause to laugh. “Hermione, Im gonna be honest, I think I would rather take the entire school population’s OWL’s in one sitting.” The silence that follows your words makes you frown. “What? Do you actually think I should say that to him? Are you all in deluded agreement?!”

The three of them stare at you with wide eyes.

“U-Uh, (Y/N)...” Ron utters nervously, making your stomach twist with worry.

“You might want to...turn around.” Harry finishes Ron’s sentence, and your blood runs cold.

Swallowing hard, you shake your head. “No, no I don’t think I want to turn around. Actually, I am suddenly overwhelmingly tired, hope you don’t mind Hermione but I’m going to take a quick nap in your bed right this second-“ You attempt to run past the sofa, but Hermione grabs hold of you, stopping you.

“Good thing you wont have to take all those OWL’s.” A voice says from behind you, and you have never wished harder that you had a talent for falling unconscious, or dying, on command.

The room is silent again, save for the fire still crackling away. Hermione’s arms slowly let go of you, recognising that you are as good as petrified.

“C’mon, we’d better give these two some space.” You hear Fred say, and then he’s ushering the Golden trio up the stairs, into their dormitories.

Closing your eyes, you lift your left hand to pinch your right arm as hard as you can, but to no avail. This is not a dream, and you are doomed.

“(Y/N), look at me.” George pleads, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it before.

You shake your head. “Cant.”

His voice is closer to you when he speaks up again. “Why?”

You open your eyes, focussing your gaze on the wall ahead of you. “Because I won’t be able to think straight if I do.”

And despite not being able to see him, you can hear the genuine shock in George’s voice. “I didn’t know you had it that bad…I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

You sigh, nodding slowly. “No, it’s alright, really. You were only being nice. Admittedly, you being a dick to me would have been a much kinder form of rejection than this, but at least I can say goodbye to the days of chest pains and speechlessness.”

George’s voice is even closer now. “Oh, (Y/N).” And before you can register what’s happening, George’s much larger hand has wrapped around yours and gently pulled you around to face him. “I wasn’t apologising for leading you on, because I haven’t been. I was apologising for not plucking up the courage to be honest with you sooner. If you’re looking for rejection, I’m afraid I’m not the man.”

You blink rapidly, very much struggling to wrap your head around George’s words, especially when he’s standing so close to you, holding your hand, and looking down at you like that.

“But...how? How long have you…?” The objective to ask a simple question is failed, your mind scrambled by too many things that all fall under the umbrella term of George Weasley.

“Well, I’ve noticed that you only seem to fall over, trip over, and get all shy when I’m talking to you. Even asked Ron if you act like that around anyone else, he said no.” George explains, smiling away, and you have to focus as hard as you can to not swoon right in front of him. He checked that you only acted that way around him?

“Remind me to kick Ron’s ass for not telling me you did that, but there’s a more pressing matter at hand.” You clarify, causing George to laugh as he nods.

“Agreed.”

You sigh, your gaze falling to the floor. “I know you know that I like you, but that’s not enough-“

George interrupts you, shaking his head dramatically. “I like you, (Y/N)! Im just a wuss! Wussiest Gryffindor around! Maybe I should’ve been put in Hufflepuff…”

Your head snaps up as you gasp and playfully smack George on the shoulder for his house-ist comment, making him chuckle.

“In all seriousness, though, we don’t know each other that well, but we clearly have some kind of mutual attraction to each other, and I don’t see the harm in figuring out what that means.” He suggests, shrugging casually, and your stomach flips, a beaming smile taking over your face and confirming to George that you’re onboard with his idea. “Okay, so, do you want to accompany me to the library for some studying?”

You’re about to answer when the two of you hear Hermione shouting from the room above.

“GEORGE WEASLEY, (Y/N) DESERVES MORE THAN A FIRST DATE OF STUDYING!”

Casting your gazes up to the ceiling, you both laugh, and George nods as he glances back down at you.

“She’s right.” He looks back up at the ceiling. “CAN I TAKE HER TO HOGSMEADE?”

And through the ceiling, Hermione shouts a reply. “THAT’S MORE LIKE IT!”

You and George share a laugh, and then he takes both of your hands in his. “So, would you care to accompany me to Hogsmeade, (Y/N)?”

With that same beaming smile still stretching across your face, you nod frantically. “Of course!”

George grins back at you. “Let’s go then!”

Your eyes almost fall out of your skull. “Now?”

George chuckles. “Yeah, why not?”

You nod. “Okay, give me a few minutes to get ready!”

And before he can reply, you’ve run up the stairs and into Hermione’s dormitory.

After some intensive squealing, jumping around and panicked exchanges of utter gibberish, Hermione is digging through her trunk and throwing every oversized jumper she finds at you. There isnt time for you to run back to the Hufflepuff common room, that’s acknowledged without you or Hermione needing to mention it, but you also need to wear a jumper that goes with the rest of your outfit.

A few minutes of frustratedly trying on and throwing off jumpers pass, and then there’s a light knock on the dormitory door.

“(Y/N)?” George calls, and your eyes widen.

“Just a minute!” You squeak.

George chuckles through the door. “I was just going to say that you can always wear one of my jumpers, if you cant find something of Hermione’s.”

Feeling faint all of a sudden, you sit down on Hermione’s bed, and she runs to you, grabbing your hands and giving you an excited, squealy grin. She knows as well as you do that this has been one of your dreams since first meeting George, and Hermione wastes no time in pulling you to your feet and pushing you to the door.

When you open it, George is leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his face and one of the Christmas jumpers his mother has made him folded up in his hands, which he holds out to you without a word. You cant hide your elation as you stick your arms through the far-too-long sleeves and poke your head through the hole, pulling the jumper down your body until it’s practically halfway down your thighs, but the big letter ‘G’ on your stomach makes you giddy all over again.

“This is even more adorable than I imagined.” George’s voice is barely above a whisper as he stares down at you, and his shyness brings about an unprecedented confidence in you as you slip your hand in his.

“So, Hogsmeade?”

And so, what was left of the daylight was spent wandering around Hogsmeade with George Weasley. The two of you visited Honeydukes, in which George spoilt you by discretely purchasing every sweet your eyes lit up at, using up some of his portion of earnings from his and Fred’s inventions. He did so discreetly because he knew if you saw him doing it, you would have stopped him, and when he presented you with a bag of sweets that you’d unknowingly selected, you didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so you settled with jumping up to plant a kiss on his cheek before running into Zonko’s Joke Shop. For a few seconds, George stood outside Honeydukes with his fingertips tracing the place on his cheek where your lips had been, in utter bewilderment. And then, with a dazzling smile, he ran after you. In Zonko’s, you paid George back by purchasing him some Dungbombs, Nose-Biting Teacups, and some Sugar Quills when he was wandering around the shop with a distracted, awestruck expression. As you left, you surprised George with a small bag of gifts just like he had done for you, and in return he leant down to kiss your forehead.

In what felt like no time at all, George was walking you back to the Hufflepuff common room with an arm around your shoulders. Upon reaching the entrance, you turned to George, and you couldn’t meet his eyes; this time it wasnt because of shyness, but sadness.

“Hey, we can do this again. Tomorrow, if you like!” George squeezes your hands, giddy at the thought of spending more time with you, and effortlessly lifting your spirits just by being himself.

Smiling up at him, you nod. “That would be lovely.”

Gesturing to the long sleeves that cover your hands, which are hidden away in his, George smirks. “Keep the jumper.”

Your eyes widen, having completely forgotten that you are still wearing his jumper and therefore not even considering taking it off.

“A-Are you sure?”

George chuckles. “Of course, (Y/N). Mum makes us all a new one every year, I don’t have enough time to wear the whole collection! And, it looks better on you, anyway.”

You giggle, feeling your face heat up far more than you’re comfortable with it doing in public. “Thank you, George. I’ll treasure it.”

Your words bring a warm smile to his face. “I know.”

Then, you get an idea, and you beam. “But wait, gifts between us have previously had a price. How much does this jumper cost?”

Catching on immediately, George turns his head to the side slightly, letting go of one of your hands to tap the space on his cheek that you had previously kissed. But your idea is even better, and you shake your head mischievously.

“A jumper is more than a few sweets.” You hint, and George’s eyes widen.

“So...that means…” He trails off nervously, not wanting to make any assumptions, and you decide to answer his question without words.

Standing on your tiptoes, you let go of George’s other hand and place them both on his clothed chest, waiting patiently. Swallowing nervously, George nods.

“Right.”

And then his arms wrap around your waist, gently lifting you up just enough to reach him, and then his lips meet yours. The kiss is soft, his arms holding you carefully as his lips dance against yours ever so slowly, butterflies erupting in your stomachs and fluttering around the two of you. Silent fireworks surround you, the overwhelming sensations of him enveloping you and bringing you somewhere you’ve never been, but it immediately feels like home. Pulling away from George slowly, you grin at him, and he chuckles in disbelief, gently placing you back down on the ground.

“You can have as many jumpers as you want.” George says, causing you to burst out laughing.

“Kisses come free from now on, deal?” You suggest, and George nods eagerly.

“Deal!”

Beaming at him, you take ahold of his hand one last time. “Goodnight, George.”

He surprises you by lifting your arm and leaning down to place a soft kiss against your knuckles, holding your gaze as he does.

“Until tomorrow, (Y/N). Sweet dreams.”

You watch George walk away, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds and chuckling every time he sees you still looking at him. Just before he rounds the corner, he takes the time to blow you a dramatic kiss, and you jump up to catch it with just as much dramatics, causing you both to laugh as he disappears from view, and you pass through the Hufflepuff entrance. As soon as you’re in the common room, you lean against the wall and take a deep breath with a wide smile plastered on your face, knowing with complete confidence that whatever you dream about, it will never feel as sweet as this.

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: HP Daddy Knows Best (Part 2)

HP Daddy Knows Best Fest 2024:

Home & Away by EastWindmlk - T, WIP - While attempting to recover her parent's memory, Hermione discovers something that turns her life upside down. She is pregnant. The father? Draco Malfoy. Knowing the pandemonium that awaits at home, she decides to stay and continue her life without magic and the complications of wizarding Britain still reshaping itself and the relentless quill of Rita Skeeter. The only way she sees how is to vanish completely. Which works flawlessly, until fate decided that one Draco Malfoy should stumble onto her path once more.

Your Husband, Draco Malfoy by acapulcogold - E, one-shot - When Hermione wakes up with no recollection of the past few years of her life, it’s up to Draco, her husband, to help fill in the missing pieces. Just not too many. [Warning: Rape/Non-Con]

Happy Birthday, Scorpius by SunnyWhileItRains - E, WIP - Hermione and Draco have been sucessfullly co-parenting their child for 10 years, but what happens when he overhears a conversation he shouldn't have in Hermione's kitchen during their son's birthday party.

Wight, Wine, and White-blonde by ViridianRynn - E, WIP - Hermione's life is in a state of flux: feeling unfulfilled, she's changing careers and swapping her London flat for a cottage in the Codswolds. To celebrate these changes, Hermione takes a week-long vacation on the Isle of Wight. Things take an unexpected turn when she runs into Draco Malfoy and his son on a muggle ferry. When he helps her out of a bind with her itinerary, she finds herself staying in his summer home for the week- his only request being nightly conversation. This isn't the vacation that she expected, but it might just be the vacation she needed...

Your Wife Calls Me Daddy Too by Etoile_Nabeerie - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger only has a few months left to carry the Malfoy heir before their marriage is annulled. No matter how much they try, every month brings forth a new wave of disappointment. After months of potions and heirlooms, Lucius Malfoy decides to step in. Caught between two daddies, she can only hope for one outcome: to keep her family. [Side Pairing: Hermione x Lucius]

i could never define all that you are to me by llcooljones - E, one-shot - They were two sides of the same coin, puzzle pieces that fit only each other. Whoever had written that Greek myth on the origins of humans — four legs, four arms, a head with two faces, a whole, split in half by Zeus, punished, spending the rest of their lives seeking their matching half, a whole — they had written it of Hermione and Draco. OR, Draco comes home from a work trip to find his wife has broken the rules.

We'll Figure It Out by Ohmorefina - M, 2 chapters - Hermione and Draco have entered the battlefield again – only this time, they're on the same side. Their opponents are clever, creative and downright manipulative. They'll have to trust in each other and hope that when logic and reason fail – as it often does where children are concerned – bribery, pleading and empty threats will be enough to aid them as they face the eternal conflict of parenthood. Or A typical Saturday in the Granger-Malfoy household. Or Hermione and Draco are tired but doing their best. Their kids don't give a flying fu–fudge. Life goes on.

Scorpius Malfoy’s Guide to Being a Menace by Jellylegswriter - G, WIP - After a blissful first year of being stay-at-home parents to young Scorpius Malfoy, Hermione Granger has decided to head back to work! Join her husband Draco on his first full day of being a solo stay-at-home dad. Unfortunately for Draco, Scorpius doesn't plan to let him have a peaceful time. Then, a visit to the Grandparents where Narcissa is all too eager to leave Lucius alone with young Scorpius. Essentially just two chapters of Scorpius Malfoy torturing the Malfoy men.

A Very Merry Daddy Knows Best 2024:

Hark! A Herald Angel's Wings by makingTime - M, one-shot - The first time Draco Malfoy picks his son up from the school’s nativity rehearsal, Hermione expects she’s in trouble. She hasn’t seen him in 10 years and clearly, much has changed. Now, they’re both divorced, their five-year-olds are best friends and, though she prides herself on being unflappable, her good sense seems about to fly South for the winter… Back at Malfoy Manor, the Master has brought half the grounds in with him, but with the Christmas party coming, that’s the last of Gammy’s worries. He does wish Master Draco would stop behaving so oddly, but then again, if there was anything Gammy was accustomed to, from his many long years as Personal Elf to the Master of the Malfoy Household–it was oddities…

Bah Humbang by Ohmorefina - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger has become a miser with her time and affection – success her only measure of happiness in the last two decades. But, when a twist of fate gives her the opportunity to see where her life is headed…will she be able to undo the damage before it's too late? A Christmas (New Years) Carol...but make it Malfoy. [Hermione x Lucius/Hermione x Scorpius]

mine by riddikulus_puff - E, one-shot - “You’ll behave for me, won’t you baby?” Draco played with her curls, before roughly grabbing her neck and forcing her attention on him. He stared at her, his eyes darkening in mere seconds as he waited for an answer from his little girl. “Answer me.” “I’ll behave.” Hermione whimpered. “Do you promise me?” He commanded, his grip on her curls tightening.

A Joyous Conspirator by Zeebee3 - E, one-shot - “So this…ensures fealty?” she guessed. “To make sure neither party strays, so that the intended bloodlines merge appropriately?” Malfoy glanced to the side, jaw working again. “Close. But not exactly.” A cursed object that was used during traditional, forced marriages to encourage the production of an heir. Ah. So, something to do with the act directly, rather than simply facilitating the act. A joyous conspirator. And then it clicked. Latin’s version of French’s a little death. “Oh,” she blurted. --- Or, where Professors Draco and Hermione touch a cursed object and trap themselves in a Hogwarts cupboard.

His Mother's Eyes by vannminner - E, one-shot - Draco comes home to discover the women in his life plotting behind his back. Fortunately for him, their schemes work in his favor. 'Tis the season for surprises, after all.

Santa Always Comes by Dizzle00, Sophiesstreet - E, one-shot - “Look at her, Draco. Our witch is looking a bit peckish.” “Do you need us, love?” their blond husband purrs to Hermione, kissing up her neck. “Hungry for more?” “I need both of you,” she whimpers, her petulance from the day before all gone; now she is only sweetness, back on Santa’s nice list--beautiful, golden, and ready to beg. They’ll give her anything she wants. Or In which Draco’s daddy will hear about this, but not the daddy you’d expect. [Draco x Hermione x Blaise]

The Draco Malfoy Affair by Wanderingfair - E, one-shot - She started her day hoping to apprehend a criminal, and now, well now, she’s feeling slightly dumbfounded by the way this tableau of domesticity is affecting her. There is so much she is actively trying to process; she doesn’t realize she’s stepped too far out into the road. She’s nearly in the middle of it, watching Draco Malfoy embrace his son. He puts the boy down, noticing her presence in the street. “Hello, Granger.” All she can say back is, “Hello.” OR Hermione Granger is the Head Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries. While investigating the disappearance of a priceless artefact she encounters her prime suspect: Draco Malfoy.

The Delivery Clause by ThornedHuntress - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy needed many things from her. His coffee. The financial reports from Shanghai. A swift kick up the arse—though he hadn’t asked for that one, specifically. But there was one more thing he'd need for Christmas and, god help her, Hermione was going to deliver. ~~~ “Draco.” “What?” he muttered, an intense, distant look of focus on his expression, his hips never ceasing. “If you want to get me pregnant, you are going to have to at least attempt to enjoy this at some point.”

Feels Like Home by charingfae - E, one-shot - When Hermione has nowhere to go for the holidays, her very hot, competent, single employer graciously takes her in. As a nanny, she's used to taking care of people. But when Draco offers to take care of her for a change, she doesn't resist. --- Draco stretched languidly in his chair. “I was a terror of a child, if you can believe it.” She drew her hand to her mouth in a faux gasp. “No!” “You’re not allowed to be cruel to me, it’s Christmas.” “You’d rather I be nice to you? But that’s so boring.” He ran his tongue along his lip, his eyes darkening. “Believe me, it’s not.”

Daddy, Chill by So_scarlett_maroon - E, one-shot - When Draco is forced to spend his Christmas in Russia watching over Hermione and the rest of the International Magical Cooperation Team, he's already annoyed. When he then gets locked on the roof of the Russian Ministry in the bitter cold, he has totally lost his chill. But when Hermione Granger is the one who finds him, his Christmas just might start looking up.

A Dove Coos in the Night by Serpent_Sortia - E, one-shot - His fingers were long, graceful, and elegant, as he reached out to graze lightly up and down her cheek, “You’re not going to be lonely any longer Miss Granger,” his words came out as a soft caress, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake as he continued with quiet steel in his tone, “A Malfoy man takes care of what’s his. Tell me, little dove, do you want to be ours?” — When a homesick Hermione Granger reluctantly agrees to attend the Malfoys' inaugural Christmas Eve Ball, she’s expecting awkward small talk and overpriced champagne. Hermione is about to learn that at Malfoy Manor, Christmas isn’t about giving—it’s about taking. And taking turns. [Draco x Hermione x Lucius] [WARNINGS: Rape/Non-Con]

Peas and the Pitfalls of Parenthood by LoreChic - M, one-shot - Amidst the snowy charm of a magical Christmas, Draco and Hermione navigate the chaos of new parenthood with humour, love, and a few sleepless nights. As Hermione battles postpartum struggles, Draco’s unwavering devotion reminds her that even in their messiest moments, their family is pure magic.

The Season of Giving by TheMaryScribbler - E, one-shot - New parents Draco and Hermione escape to a holiday themed live sex show and discover they would rather be onstage than in the audience.

All I want for Christmas is five fucking minutes by malfoyesque - E, one-shot - “Hermione—” he said, breathily. “I thought you said not in the office?” “I said I wouldn’t fuck you in my office.” She tilted her head back, brushing her lips against his to meet him in a soft kiss. “But you may have noticed, we’re actually in yours.” His breath shuddered hard across her lips, his hands falling to the sides of her skirt as he gripped her hard. “Do you mean it?” he whispered, barely-held-back kisses planting across her lips. “Because if you’re teasing me…” Hermione grinned, blushing as she watched him begin to unravel at the idea. “I’m your present, Draco,” she whispered into his lips. “Unwrap me.” --- Under usual dating circumstances, she would have fucked him by now. There are two circumstances getting in the way; one in each of their houses. His son and her daughter. But the office Secret Santa exchange has delivered her an opportunity to change things. And now, Hermione can get Draco what he really wants for Christmas.

Amorvita by Becca_Rae - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger has been Scorpius Malfoy’s tutor for the last year, frequently visiting Malfoy Manor to guide the bright young boy through his studies. On the day of the Malfoy family’s annual holiday party, Hermione plans to leave just as the festivities are about to begin, but Scorpius has other ideas. Determined to convince her to stay, Scorpius enlists his mischievous charm and the help of his Aunt Pansy, culminating in a situation where Hermione somehow ends up perched on Draco Malfoy’s lap.

Frostbitten and Smitten by feistyferret - E, one-shot - Draco fucking hates being cold. ~ • ~ With a grunt, Draco wrapped his arms around himself, tugging his heavy cloak even closer, and muttered as he adjusted his scarf. “Blasted manor… draughty corridors… might as well be living in a damn icebox,” he grumbled, his voice low, laced with irritation. He tightened the thick scarf around his neck, pulling it up to cover his chin, his breath a faint puff of fog against the crisp winter air

This fest is ongoing.

[albondiguilla007]

Comforting Romionarry Recs

✨ Wonder / 16k / Molly wonders about them sometimes. How they are always so aware of each other, how closely they cling together. And she worries, too. She worries about them all. She just can’t help it—they’re all her children, in some manner of speaking.

I adored reading about the trio from Molly’s perspective. It was a very refreshing take on their relationship, plus, incredibly heartwarming!

✨ Pity the living / 15k / When moving into a new flat, it's normal to check the bedrooms for space, the bathrooms for mould and the kitchen for that indescribable thing that will drive your loved ones in even when nothing is cooking on the stove. Harry, Ron and Hermione, though, should have been much more concerned about the state of their living room because, whether they knew it or not, all of the important bits are going to happen right in the centre of a space they may yet to grow to call their home.

or: a look into the Golden Trio surviving their first year after the end of the War

✨ for as long as you need us / 5k / “It’s always been the three of us, Harry,” Hermione assured him, her arms wrapped tightly around his middle as he sobbed into her shoulder.

“We’ve dealt with enough strange things mate,” Ron whispered in his ear, his chest pressed against Harry’s back and his arms holding him tight. “Let this be a good thing.”

With the wizarding world thrown into grief by the end of the war, Harry turns to his best friends to help him survive the terrible losses.

✨ Homunculus to the Life / 13k / In a conversation with Dumbledore’s portrait after the battle at Hogwarts, Harry finds out that he is and always has been a homunculus—a substitute body made to carry the Horcrux so that little Harry Potter, who lies asleep as a baby under powerful charms, wouldn’t have to. Harry struggles to process the news, the fallout, and the discovery that he might disintegrate at any moment.

✨ And On The Third Day / 10k / Eventually, they find a note tacked to the gargoyle who guards the passage to the Headmaster's office. It is in Granger's handwriting and signed by her at the bottom, and tells them that, the danger being over and the initial aftermath winding down, she feels that the three of them need some time alone to recuperate and will reappear exactly three days from that day, at four o'clock.

✨ The Stars Our Measure / 11k / Harry died at Voldemort’s hands. Ron and Hermione go back in time with a shared mission: protect Harry at any and all costs. And when it turns out that Harry is showing some signs of recovering his own memories, Ron and Hermione commit, as well, to protecting what’s blossoming between them.

The tags may not seem very “comforting”, but I couldn’t not not put this fic here

✨ In for a Galleon / 12k / It starts out innocently enough. At first, it’s just rumours. A few under-the-table bets.

And then someone puts up the list: Harry Potter’s Next Girlfriend Boyfriend? Partner. And to make matters worse, his best friends are at the top of it. Figures. He really can’t have just one simple year, can he?

✨ The Guest Bedroom / 8k / This is not an invitation, it's an order.

✨ Flood / 4k / Hermione's idea, of course, this getaway. Away from prying eyes, no one else to focus on, see how they got on then with this new thing between them.

✨ Wildflower and Barley / 5k /

Springtime from my window

Another month has not much longer now

The sun hesitates more on each evening's darkening

With all things God allows remain above ground

Like grief and sweet memory

Wildflower and barley

***

A summer afternoon three months after the war.

[turpinsimp-blog]

Draco and Hermione gets busy doing -34,35 wink wink

"Granger, I want to get you wet and do you all night long.”

A very late birthday present for the one and only @lunap999 ! Mwah!

another recovered file from my old files ayeyeye

and that's one big ass ice cream aggressively coughs

NSFW: Spice level 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 69, Forbidden Glue,

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