It started with the occasional whisper in the halls where he felt words carried on the wind before settling into her bones. Though she learned to ignore what people said long ago, this time felt different. This time felt wrong.
"...caught her sneaking out of the common room..."
It started with the occasional whisper in the halls where he felt words carried on the wind before settling into her bones. Though she learned to ignore what people said long ago, this time felt different. This time felt wrong.
"...caught her sneaking out of the common room..."
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In his twenty-nine years of life, Draco Malfoy had never met anyone more stressful than Hermione Granger.
And that's despite having had a father obsessed with perfection, a Dark Lord as his boss and a colleague like Ronald Weasley,
In his twenty-nine years of life, Draco Malfoy had never met anyone more stressful than Hermione Granger.
And that's despite having had a father obsessed with perfection, a Dark Lord as his boss and a colleague like Ronald Weasley,
pillow talk
✨ rated E
✨ oneshot
✨ war era
✨ multiple beds but he somehow keeps ending up in hers
✨ angst with a happy ending
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pillow talk
✨ rated E
✨ oneshot
✨ war era
✨ multiple beds but he somehow keeps ending up in hers
✨ angst with a happy ending
link: archiveofourown.org/works/71950656
TW: Suggestive NSFW
Hermione would never admit it out loud, but part of the reason her relationships ended was that they were… too vanilla.
Not that she ever told them — well she had made suggestions to spice things up, remarks during spicy movie scenes…
Day 5: Vanilla
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TW: Suggestive NSFW
Hermione would never admit it out loud, but part of the reason her relationships ended was that they were… too vanilla.
Not that she ever told them — well she had made suggestions to spice things up, remarks during spicy movie scenes…
When Draco finally spoke, it was two words: “Which one?”
(1/6)
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Day 3: Smokey
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When Draco finally spoke, it was two words: “Which one?”
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“It’s no trouble,” Draco replied, hands in the pockets of his work robes.
(1/8)
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Day 2: Sweet
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“It’s no trouble,” Draco replied, hands in the pockets of his work robes.
(1/8)
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And then, he kissed her.
Draco Malfoy pressed his mouth to hers mid fight like he’d done this a hundred times before, and she didn’t pry him off.
No, Hermione let him linger, hand resting beneath her chin, tilting it upward to allow him more access to her.
And then, he kissed her.
Draco Malfoy pressed his mouth to hers mid fight like he’d done this a hundred times before, and she didn’t pry him off.
No, Hermione let him linger, hand resting beneath her chin, tilting it upward to allow him more access to her.
#dramione #dhr #hermionegranger #dracomalfoy #harrypotter #comics #fanart 1/4
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The day started ordinary for Harry Potter.
He woke up, cleaned his face, ate his breakfast and went to the library to get started on his Astronomy essay. It was a normal routine.
The day started ordinary for Harry Potter.
He woke up, cleaned his face, ate his breakfast and went to the library to get started on his Astronomy essay. It was a normal routine.
Almost.
(1/3) #dramione #dramionemonth
#DramioneMonth
Almost.
(1/3) #dramione #dramionemonth
Lyra and Scorpius, arms bound and heads covered by a ruck sack, walked down what they could only make out was a labrynthed hall escorted by what could only be two Death Eater soldiers, based on the number of steps echoing overhead.
Lyra and Scorpius, arms bound and heads covered by a ruck sack, walked down what they could only make out was a labrynthed hall escorted by what could only be two Death Eater soldiers, based on the number of steps echoing overhead.
flashing, Draco’s no better than a man
“Fucking Circe's saggy tits, Granger! You could’ve killed me!”
Draco rubbed at his chest, the ache was slowly going down, but it didn’t soothe his already fragile ego.
#DramioneMonth
flashing, Draco’s no better than a man
“Fucking Circe's saggy tits, Granger! You could’ve killed me!”
Draco rubbed at his chest, the ache was slowly going down, but it didn’t soothe his already fragile ego.
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“A first edition Hogwarts: A History, really? Is it for me?”
Hermione tried to wipe the smile off her face, but just being in the presence of the book on their table made her giddy with excitement.
#DramioneMonth
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“A first edition Hogwarts: A History, really? Is it for me?”
Hermione tried to wipe the smile off her face, but just being in the presence of the book on their table made her giddy with excitement.
Hermione sighed when she heard the knock on the door. She finished applying her lipstick, frowning at her reflection one last time. She forced herself to relax her features, reminding herself how long she'd waited for an opportunity to see a Broadway play live.
Hermione sighed when she heard the knock on the door. She finished applying her lipstick, frowning at her reflection one last time. She forced herself to relax her features, reminding herself how long she'd waited for an opportunity to see a Broadway play live.
—
There was something wrong with Hermione, Harry concluded.
—
There was something wrong with Hermione, Harry concluded.
marriage law. angst.
“You can’t keep me here, locked away like some kind of prisoner, Malfoy! I’m your wife.”
Draco stopped in the middle of the corridor leading to his study, his fingers curled into his palms, nails digging into old wounds until they renewed.
marriage law. angst.
“You can’t keep me here, locked away like some kind of prisoner, Malfoy! I’m your wife.”
Draco stopped in the middle of the corridor leading to his study, his fingers curled into his palms, nails digging into old wounds until they renewed.