DHr// nsfw

Hermione did not usually care about so-called feminine things on men. She wasn't bothered by boys in skirts and lipstick, men displaying traditionally feminine style.
But on Draco Malfoy... on Draco Malfoy she did care.

anything can be a prompt bc now i'm thinking about hermione showing up to a party in gryffindor red but oh???? is that a 'd' charm on her thigh accessory??????

Anybody have any Dramione recs with the same vibe??👀 #dramione #dramionerecs

“Guess who’s getting a Charms mastery.” Granger asked one day.

She was his assigned auror while on house arrest, and had been casting a detecting charm on his near useless wand.

His eyebrows had shot up in surprise when she had said anything at all.

🥀My own death does not frighten me.
But yours?
Oh, that is my greatest, deepest fear.

Baby boy deatheater conflicted between duty and his desires.
#dramione

Hermione tried to focus on the fractals of gold on the polished floors of the art gallery. She felt exposed, the tight silk of her green gown clinging to her like a second skin. She tugged at her gloves, scanning the crowd for any sign of their target.

Beside her, Draco was the picture of calm.

cw: implied nsfw mentions

“Draco. Untie me right now.”

“No can do, Minister.”

Hermione Granger let out a strained sigh. She knew the Auror office would find out eventually. She just didn’t think it would be her husband who had come to get her for questioning.

Hermione burst into the kitchen, cheeks flushed and breathless. The smell of roast chicken and freshly baked pies filled the air, but the warmth of the room was nothing compared to the heat of the stares that met her.

“You’re late,” Harry said, his tone a mix of teasing and exasperation.

The ballroom at Malfoy Manor was immaculate, with every crystal and ribbon meticulously arranged for the annual Malfoy Yule Ball. Hermione stood at the edge of the gathering, her hand smoothing over her gown, her expression serene despite the whirlwind of aristocratic chatter surrounding her.