#selkie hermione

[aplthree]

Triwizard Tournament

Draco Malfoy, a Champion from Durmstrang discovers a goddess in the Black lake while walking.

Hermione was mesmerized by the man whose hair resembles the sun. ☀️

I was thinking what will happen in the second task since Draco is smitten by Hermione. 👀

He will be outside the Black Lake watching Hermione swims.

I offer you the not green skin of Hermione.

[madschiavelique]

‘hey if reader was a disney princess who would they be?’

‘I KNOW WHAT UR DOING’

‘fawwwwk you.’

reader variants:

[marinthecottage]

“So it was you” he slowly walks up to her, he is past the table when her fingertips reach out for the pelt hoping the movement goes unnoticed, it doesn’t. He flings himself against her taking her by the arm holding tight his other hand goes directly to her neck as he drives her against a wall. Her skull hits the stone and her entire body vibrates with the impact, gritting her teeth she snarls at him. “Why?” His long fingers close around her throat pressing against her skin she can feel as they leave a mark. He leans in close to her ear, the scent of pine and something deep and intense, earthy. “I could so easily break you, fragile like a little sparrow” he presses his thumb into the curve of her jaw and neck.“But first answer me, why ?”

I’m really proud of the work that goes into this fic it is a lovely wretched thing.

This is my selkie piece for the Tetarophilia fest…

@dhrteratophilia

Thank you for organizing this amazing fest

To accompany your reading may I suggest the playlist I created

[swottydoodler]

POV: Draco takes home an injured otter only for it turn into a beautiful woman the next day. She names herself Hermione and is revealed to be a selkie.

She tells him she wants to go home but he can't seem to let her go just yet. After all, she's still injured, so he takes it upon himself to keep her otter skin in the meantime.

Just until she's healed...right??

[mirireads]

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐝𝐞 • 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰

general info

author: Misdemeanor1331 fandom: harry potter pairing: draco malfoy/hermione granger chapters: 10 (technically 9) rated: M/E potential triggers: death, violence, sex

𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃: 𝐲𝐞𝐬

While ferrying a message for the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione Granger is caught by jaded Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Unlikely and unwilling allies, the pair begin a cross-country journey where their survival depends on learning when to stand strong against the elements’ fury, and when it’s acceptable to erode.

so, yes, i would absolutely, no questions asked, recommend Time and Tide. but this fic is not my typical dramione fic rec whatsoever. at 10 chapters and under 30k words, it is pretty short, so there's no slowburn there. their relationship builds pretty quickly, but not abruptly. hermione being a selkie is one of the biggest story points in this fic, which i loved. i don't feel like i see many creature!hermione fics, honestly. the most notable feature of this fic, though, is just the writing itself. i mean, it's beautiful. you can absolutely tell the author is a seasoned and talented writer. for a short fic, the characterization is great and the entire time i was practically screaming, "PLEASE WORK OUT PLEASE GET SAFE PLEASE BE HAPPY" at my kindle.

also, for the record, there are two endings to this fic. one is HEA, but one is not. both contain smut. i read both because of course i did. the non-HEA version felt a little rushed and...underbaked? i don't love criticizing the work that amazing fic authors do for free, but it is worth noting. if you are going to read one ending, i highly suggest the HEA one, not just for your own mental health, but also for the story. the HEA one isn't even totally HEA, so the edginess is still present!

[lostdrarryfics]

Okay, I don't remember a lot but what I do remember is Hogwarts was flooding thanks to water from the great lake, it was during the Battle of Hogwarts, the golden trio was with the slytherins when it happened, some of the slytherins were half creatures and they were leaving in groups but some had to stay behind to make sure they didn't get swept away by the water/all of them didn't drown quickly. The group consisted of Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy, Tracey Davis, Blaine Zabini and Theodore Nott. I remember Lucius (who was in a relationship with Snape) was looking for Draco and Harry during the battle. I remember Millicent Bulstrode was a selkie and before the place started flooding they were playing truth or dare or 20 questions, it was some sort of what they referred to as a muggle game lastly I remember some of them climbing a makeshift ladder then also Pansy getting swept away but turning up alive later on. Sorry if this isn't enough situation 😓

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[deliriumsdelight7]

TMI Tuesday

So, for the past month and the current one, my writing has one focus: wrapping up several WIPs so I can get the number down to manageable levels. At the start of July, I had four that I wanted to get done by the end of August. That number has gone up to six. But as of Saturday, three of them were done: the Barbgrove selkie fic, a Barbgrove stripper!Billy oneshot, and the Rumbelle Swan Lake AU. My goal, which I may or may not reach this month, is to have three more finished: a Hellcheer Upside Down oneshot (which will probably be done later today), a Hellcheer vampire fic loosely inspired by Astarion from Baldur’s Gate 3, and a Rumbelle fic loosely inspired by Pushing Daisies (a show I have yet to watch). I also have a Snape/Hermione fic that’s been sitting half-finished for about three years that I should really crank out.

Needless to say, this effort to close out WIPs is forcing me to put others on the back burner for now. Once September comes, things will open back up somewhat; while I’ll be working on a Hellcheer Halloween fic, I’ll have room for other stuff in between. And after that, I’ll have a Hellcheer Christmas fic.

So… yeah. That’s what I’ve got going on. My adventures with sleep apnea set my writing back by months, which is frustrating. And while I’m eager to get back on track, I also can’t go burning myself out. I’d really love to get my WIP number under 20 by the end of the year. Once I do that, I can spend more of my effort whittling down WIPs until I feel comfortable starting new ones.

I’m rambling. Anyway, hop into my inbox! Got questions about a recent (or not-so-recent) fic? Questions you’d like answered in character? Requests for snippets from any of the above? I’m here!

[dhr-ao3]

The Selkies Sanctuary

The Selkies Sanctuary https://ift.tt/Y1o8tbn by itsdemontimeAladdin Hermione is craving distance from the bustling magical and muggle worlds. Her job in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures offers a reprieve. An entire year on a lonely island off the coast of Scotland observing Selkie pods. With nothing but Crookshanks and the old island's lighthouse to give her company, she relishes in the silent sanctuary. Peace is slowly broken though as a male selkie continues to occupy her shores, bringing thunderous storms in his wake. He is the perfect speciman to observe in more than just an academic way. Words: 439, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Crookshanks (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Selkies, Community: dramionedrabble, Lighthouses, Silence, Eventual Smut, Strangers to Lovers, Selkie Draco Malfoy, Geographical Isolation, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures (Harry Potter), Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Inspired by Music via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/2E4BK9i January 19, 2024 at 11:25AM

[ellorypurebloodculture]

tt: in a tug of war between the tide and me, what felt like loss was a victory (lyrics of watermark by sleeping at last)

Oh, this is fascinating! I'll have to check out that song.

This would absolutely be Fenrir Greyback/Hermione Granger.

Miss Hermione Granger emerges from the waves to see High Alpha Fenrir Greyback holding her Selkie pelt. This is not how she thought she would find a Mate ... it's even better.

[hexiewrites]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 43!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 562,348, which is honestly insane

3. What fandoms do you write for? right now mostly stranger things. I've got most of a ted lasso fic written but who knows if that'll get posted?? and prev, harry potter.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. don't take this sinner (dramione, marriage law ish), 2. same as it ever was (steddie, two timelines, one of my first steddie fics!) 3. carve your name into my chest (steddie, the hockey au of my dreams) 4. come get your man (he got lost in my DMs) (steddie, social media, steve being a horny DM guy) 5. there'll be a riot (cause I know you) (steddie, the matty-healy-rat-man-Eddie-vibed mostly smut fic)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? ugh. I WISH!!!! I want to be better at this, I really do. I usually start strong but I end up with limited energy/time and I want to filter that into writing more. if you've ever commented: I FUCKING LOVE YOU and think you're SO cool! if you really WANT a reply, the best way to get that is to ask me questions haha. it starts to feel weird just "thank you!"ing everyone, ya know?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I am.... not an angsty ending person tbqh! I think the closest is probably you love the sea, which is a flintwood rarepair selkie fic that I deeply love. it ends happy, insofaras they end up TOGETHER, but if you think more about the implications and how fucking sad it's going to be for oliver... well. I'll leave that to you guys.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? god, I'm well known for having "endings so happy they border on absurd", according to one person online. so, pick your poison I guess! anyways the fic THAT person was referring to was same as it ever was, so, let's go with that!

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have been so lucky lately to not get much hate at all lately, which is a real privilege in the fandom world. remember that I cut my teeth in early days of harry potter, and people were BRUTAL. I definitely HAVE gotten hate - my aforementioned dramione fic has a bit of a weird twist that some people were PISSED about (and once I got an incredibly detailed comment about how badly I fucked up my representation of black Hermione because she... didn't talk that much about hating her hair? which I know is AN experience but not necessarily a universal one) but overall, at least this fandom go around, no hate. thank you, everyone, for that!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes. lots and lots and lots of it. mostly kinda kinky and pretty much all pretty gay. let's not talk about how many times I've had to tag dacryphilia and what that means. I just like when people fuck about things, yknow?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? nope, never! and I likely never will. too much to keep track of.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of, thank god for that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I've had requests but... I would need a translator willing to work pretty closely with me because I want to make sure certain choices come across well, and I haven't found that yet.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not officially, though I did write a buckingham companion piece to the amazing cowboy-bar fic @riality-check did!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? OH GOD don't make me choose! ALL TIME is still probably dramione, but steddie is a very close second. in terms of canon ships, I'm such a sucker for buffy/spike (leave me alone), and veronica mars/logan (AGAIN LEAVE ME ALONE) and rory/logan (BECAUSE RICH WHITE BOYS NAMED LOGAN ARE A WEAKNESS, APPARENTLY)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? pour one OUT for you can't take the sky from me, which is my firefly inspired harry potter au ft pansy/percy, mostly because I had so many big plans for it that I've completely forgotten AND I just can't write in that fandom at all anymore. sorry everyone, I do love what I put out and I wish there was more of it.

16. What are your writing strengths? prose, smut, tying things together with little bows, and spending way too much time in my characters heads

17. What are your writing weaknesses? dual POVs, getting so lost in one character I don't flesh out the others as much as I mean to, action sequences, and consistent motivation

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've done it before (mostly in clean ice, cold hearts, can't lose) and my typical strategy is to indicate that the characters are speaking a diff language (in french, I use guillements and italics) but not to actually WRITE the french, unless it's very short and the POV character doesn't understand it on purpose like in carve.

19. First fandom you wrote for? harry potter baby! my oldest posted fic that I've found online was from 2002, when I was... too young to be interacting with the internet like that, that's for sure.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? carve your name into my chest and it's no contest. I love same as it ever was as well, which I think is a better WRITTEN fic technically speaking, but carve was a huge passion project that I had so much fun with, and the response to it had been one of my favourite things in the world. oh, and special shout out to make this inn our own, which is my second longest fic ever and was just an absolute joy to do. so, those three, I guess!

tagging with no pressure: @riality-check @hereforanepilogue @maxineholtzmann @stevespookington @stevethehairington @withacapitalp and whoever else wants in!

[soulstitcher]

Dances With Rogues

A/N: I’ve been needing to write this comfort piece for a while now. Takes place somewhere between 3.1 and 3.2, before we find out about Minfilia. I’ve been wanting to write about Aegis and Thancred, especially since at this point she has been through a lot of bad shit. This is based off that scene from Harry Potter of Harry and Hermione in the tent, to the same Nick Cave song too. There is also a reference to Broken Mast Bay and Odin’s Ride to Hel.

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One cold wintry morning, not long after everything had gone to shit, Thancred was searching Borel Manor for Aegis. She was staying there instead of the Fortemps’, mostly to have some space and put some distance between herself and most of the Scions. She wasn’t talking to any of them except him and Urianger right now. After the big blowup, he wasn’t surprised the two of them, the only Scions who supported her decision or at least understood what was going through her brain, were the only ones with any contact with her.

That didn’t stop him from worrying, however. He did not know the full details of what had happened to her in the time he had been gone, but he could see she was not doing okay. It said something when Aymeric was reluctant to let her out of his sight. So here he was, stalking the halls of the small mansion for some sign of her. A faint note from the kitchen got his attention, and when he went there, he saw her, silently making herself breakfast and listening to a random song on her radio.

She’s making herself something to eat. That’s good, Thancred thought in relief, exhaling. And yet she made no move to greet him. She was still in her nightgown and loose pants, wrinkled from sleep; her hair, recently chopped short to deal with foes in the Vault, was mussed and dark with oil; her arms and hands looked startlingly bony, her eyes had perpetual shadows under them, and cuts and bruises on her face that were several weeks old were still healing.

He was surprised she hadn’t dropped dead yet with how she looked.

Looking over her shoulder, Thancred saw she was fixing herself some pumpkin pancakes, her absolute favorite meal, with the kettle smelling strongly of jasmine tea. Today was clearly a comfort day. She deserved it after the shit they’d given her recently.

He decided to wait until she was finished cooking to talk to her, placing his gear on the chair and throwing on a different shirt. In the meantime, he leaned against the sink and looked curiously at the radio. She always got her broadcasts from Kievan Rus, despite the distance between Ishgard and her homeland — she was that good of an engineer. The first thing he noticed was that the song being played wasn’t in Rus — then again, it was rare the Rus sang anything in their native tongue, viewing such tunes as deeply personal and private. But it wasn’t in Varangian either, the language of their ancient songs and sagas, or galdrar. It was in Common of all things, and though the singer had a slight accent, Thancred could still easily understand every word he sang.

As he listened, he thought back to Aegis’s habit of singing as she worked, in the forge, at Cid’s workshop, among the steam and hammers of Skysteel. She especially did it as she hammered blades out on the anvil, her voice keeping time with the hammerbeats. Sometimes it was a galdr, singing about Odin’s ride to the underworld to rescue his son, or a sea shanty, of how a selkie gave a sailor her pendant made of pearl.

Come to think of it…when was the last time he’d heard her sing? When was the last time he’d seen her smile? When she caught him trying to outdrink Moenbryda? When was the last time he’d heard her laugh? That glorious witch’s cackle, or her happy giggles as she bounced up and down in pure joy?

When was the last time she’d felt free enough to just be happy?

As his heart ached for her, Thancred suddenly had a brilliant idea.

When Aegis was done cooking, she turned off the stove and peeled her pancakes off the pan and placed them on a plate. Before she could pour herself a cup of tea, Thancred reached over and squeezed her shoulder. She paused, then turned her head to look at him.

“What?” she asked quietly.

Thancred silently held a hand out to her, hoping she picked up on what he was asking.

Aegis stared at his hand for several seconds, before sighing heavily, putting the scraper down, and taking his hand. Smiling softly, Thancred took her other hand and led her to the middle of the kitchen floor, and as soon as he heard a good spot in the song, he started swaying with her, encouraging her to join in.

At first Aegis just let him pull her in, unsure of what he was doing, especially since he knew she had zero sense of balance outside of combat, but then she focused on the song. As the words began to drown out all the other noise in her head, she allowed Thancred to guide her steps, the tension slipping off her shoulders all the while. Before long, Thancred gently raised their hands and twirled her around, just enough for her to prance around on her toes with a smile.

The song went on, and the two friends danced in the kitchen without a care in the world, Thancred helping Aegis steady herself every time she stumbled, grinning and chuckling happily with every step. One misstep even caused her to bellow in laughter. Thancred laughed right along with her, the deep timbre of the sounds echoing through the house.

As the song finally began to wind down, another twirl sent Aegis flying into Thancred’s arms, and the two stayed locked in an embrace, swaying back and forth contentedly. It struck Thancred for the first time that Aegis was so much smaller than he realized, a whole head shorter than him, perfect for nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. She seemed to fit just right in his arms. It felt good…right. He rested his hands on her back and leaned over her shoulder to hug her, and just in the nick of time, he looked up and saw Ser Aymeric standing in the walkway.

But he didn’t look angry, or even upset at all. He was leaning against the wooden frame with his arms crossed, looking almost as exhausted as Aegis. But he had a soft smile on his lips, his tired eyes crinkled up in happiness. Catching Thancred’s eye, he silently mouthed, “Thank you.”

Thancred gave him the tiniest, most imperceptible of nods, and Aymeric quietly got himself a cup of tea and left them to their devices. Thancred exhaled, pressed a tender kiss to Aegis’s forehead, and rested his chin in her hair. And, for the first time in a long time, Aegis was smiling into his chest.

For now, at least, she was happy.

[seollem-tm]

Head Underwater for my love @andrigyn! A thriller featuring Selkie!Tom and marine biologist!Hermione.

Hermione slid into the next room, sopping shoes skidding on shards of shattered glass hidden beneath the blood-tinged water sloshing at her ankles. She had to draw it into the deepest parts of the lab, distract it, so the rest of them could escape. The ones who were left, anyway. She shuddered as the image of the sinking ferry flashed across her mind again.

She scrambled down the slick rungs of the ladder, the only indication that her plan was working was the reflection in the lab windows of the shadow steadily following behind her. The creature’s steps were smooth, unhurried. Not a single splash was heard, as if it were walking upon the water itself.

Her mind raced as she descended, flipping through one possibility after the other. She’d been so sure it was a man. It had looked like one, until she’d seen nothing but a wave of its hand channel seawater straight through the steel wall of the observatory. A mere incline of its head had shattered the thick glass of the shark tank, inviting the beasts to feast on her colleagues…

No, that thing wasn’t human.

Hermione reached the dead end of the lab wall, and felt around desperately for the emergency exit. She could barely see in the flickering generator lights, but if she could just find the handle, perhaps-

Her hand grasped the rubbery red lever she’d hoped she’d never have to use, and a huff of triumph burst from her straining lungs.

Short-lived triumph, as two cold, slick hands clamped over hers. She was trapped against the door, the creature caging her in from behind. The strong scent of salt and sea foam enveloped her, sickening her now, though she used to enjoy the same comforting smell on the ocean breeze.

Hermione froze. Struggling would do no good, she knew. She needed to negotiate with it. Buy time for her friends to escape.

“What do you want from us?” Her voice trembled with cold and fear.

It stroked her hands with its clammy thumbs, and chuckled in her ear, a sound that struck her as eerily familiar.

“You summoned me, Hermione,” it responded in its high, cold voice. Too clear to be human. “Tell me, what is it that you want?”

THE WIP GAME

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I shall answer the call of @dillpicklepanic.

I have so many of these oops.

Infinite Spin

Furthest Star

Your Name

Requiem

Head Underwater

Phantom

Carpe Diem

Unleashed

Straight and Narrow

Merry Bad End

Evergreen

Second Wind

I would like to see @nini-june's WIPs, @foolishlywandwaving, @ohthatbunnygirl, annndddd @peppershark!

Edit: omg plz god @devdevlin share this I thought @dillpicklepanic tagged you but I was wrong.

[ellamcsmellbella]

[Podfic] Time and Tide by Misdemeanor1331

Summary:

While ferrying a message for the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione Granger is caught by jaded Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Unlikely and unwilling allies, the pair begin a cross-country journey where their survival depends on learning when to stand strong against the elements’ fury, and when it’s acceptable to erode.

Chapter 1 now on youtube and Ao3. Will come to spotify once completed.

Thank you to the amazing and talented @misdemeanor1331 for letting me read this wonderful story and to @nikitajobson for letting me use their art!

[ellieauthor]

dramione | 500 wrds | LDWS prompt: vikings

She watches him from afar; tall and fair, commanding men at land and at sea.

His voice is a coarse thing, low and melodic.

She thinks of it as she falls asleep.

Her father warns her of men and their capacity to harm.

To him, from where he hides beneath the ocean, life is danger.

To her, life is a mystery she must learn for herself.

She plans carefully.

She waits until nightfall to bury her skin in the sand, then dons her stolen dress.

She walks on novel, unsure legs until she finds him.

The tavern is loud, but it doesn’t matter.

His eyes scan her human form with hunger, appreciation.

He approaches her, speaks. She smiles.

He leads her around the room, hand warming her back.

She matches his steps gracelessly, giggling.

Under his attention, his affection, she blooms.

He leads her to his quarters, she follows.

From him she learns and she takes, to him she gives.

The cycle builds, and it crests, and it falls.

He leaves her as sated as her curiosity.

The vessel of his body is a home not unlike the one that awaits her beneath the sea.

Warmer, dryer, less familiar, but a comfort all the same.

In his arms, between the soft furs that line his bed, she finds bliss.

Head to his chest, she basks in his heat as his breathing grows more and more even.

Once he’s asleep, she untangles her limbs from his own.

She will miss him, she is certain.

She will think, for the rest of her life, of this one perfect night spent ashore.

Still, the sand beneath her bare feet is a relief.

She retraces her steps, the slight glow of first light ghosting along the horizon.

Her timing is perfect.

Except.

It is not where she’d left it.

The hole she’d dug in the sand is empty.

Behind remains a shallow grave.

Men stream towards her, leering.

Some she recognizes from the tavern, others she does not.

They form a circle, blocking her path.

He steps forward, this man she had trusted.

There’s a cruel gleam behind his once tender, steel-grey eyes.

“Have you lost something, ástin mín?”

So beautiful, he’d whispered, breath hot on her neck.

So good for me, tracing careful lips along her human spine.

Mine, he’d said, as she’d writhed beneath him.

What she’d taken for kindness had been a promise. A threat.

He clutches that which is precious to her in his hands.

He throws it to the crowd.

Men jostle to touch it, laugh as it tears.

“Eiginkona,” he says, words as soft as his hands and eyes are greedy. “My wife.”

She does not fear him.

She does not cower.

She is a woman of the sea, a force to be reckoned with.

She follows him, meekly as the coming tide laps at sand.

But in her hidden depths there is power.

He cannot fathom her own capacity to harm.

Once more, she makes her plans.

[dramioneasks]

I forgot the name of this fic and the author so need help - It’s Draco/Hermione but I think the author mistagged (can’t remember if they correctly tagged it as a romantic relationship this time) can’t recall the plot but the summary had Justin Finch-Fletchley’s fault, selkies. Draco hasn’t changed mindset I think and Hermione takes none of his BS (maybe) and they strike a deal I guess or something IDK hope this is enough info to help me 😭

Best Laid Plans - Metaphora - M, 12 chapters - Considering how often the Ministry actively opposed Hermione's plans to introduce some efficiency, transparency and diversity in their departments, was it really her fault if she might have signed a contract that made her a pawn in an unknown wizard's attempt to gain power? After all, she was dealing with Justin Finch-Fletchley at the time and there had been imminent danger of a selkie massacre in Skye.

-Lisa

[star-named-riddle]

She comes like fullest moon on happy night

Draco sat on the rocks, gazing. The night sky was lit by countless stars and the sea by their reflection. He sat there hoping, wishing upon every star that she would come, breathing in rhythm to the sea lazily crashing in spilling waves.

There was no moon upon him, only starlight and the candle he had brought. Charmed to survive the gale that sometimes rose, washing over the land, clinging to the cliffs and to the walls of his family’s seat. His hand toyed with the flame, his mind lost to memories of her and of her fascination with fire. His eyes drifted up to the stars, wishing again, and he let his heart soar high above him. She haunted his thoughts, made him wish to do grand and wonderful things in her name, and yet he could not. For all his wealth, Draco Malfoy could do absolutely nothing, for this was wrong.

He was wrong. Sitting at this beach hoping for her, wanting her, was wrong. Cheating on sweet but sickly Astoria was wrong. Having a relationship with a magical beast was wrong, but gods be damned, he could not be wrong when she felt so right.

Read it on AO3