I’m so pumped for the rare pair fics this year.
I’d love to see more Hermione/Marcus Flint, Hermione/Adrien Pucey, Hermione/any Weasley, Blaise/hermione.
That’s what I could think of off the top of my head lol

Thank you! 🥰

I’m so excited to binge these!’

You are amazing! Thank you sm!! 💚

Same! I need fics inspired by or need to write my own lol 😭😂

Literally Same 🤣

This is my first attempt at a Drabble (more like a quad-Drabble) 💚 love hate fueled kisses lol

[13]

For once, there were no insults, no taunts. Just them and the desire she’d been feeling since the moment she saw him enter her office for the first time.

[12]

The tension snapped as his mouth moved against hers, urgent and raw. Her hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. She finally exhaled, surrendering to the fiery, inevitable pull between them.

[11]

Hermione held her breath, her world narrowing to the heat radiating off him, to the way his fingers burned against her scalp. All the shouting, the snide remarks, the constant sparring—it all crystallized in this single, charged moment.

And then his lips crashed into hers.

[10]

His grip tightened, his breath heavy against her cheek. For a moment, the anger between them twisted into something else. His eyes dropped to her lips, the tension between them electric.

[9]

“What did you just call me?” His voice was a dangerous growl, silver eyes sharp. He pulled harder, and she gasped.

“Cousin. F*cking. Git,” she repeated, each word laced with venom.

[8]

Her words were cut off as his hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back. Pain sparked down her spine, and she found herself chest-to-chest with him, her hands bracing against his shoulders.

[7]

Fury rose inside her. She closed the space between them, and jabbed a finger at his chest. “Listen to me very carefully, you cousin-f*cking git—“

[6]

“How could I what?” Draco tilted his head, smugness dripping from every syllable.

“You know what! I’ve been working on that spell for months! You had no right—”

“I couldn’t let you edge me out of that promotion, could I?” He taunted, stepping closer.

[5]

Malfoy’s smirk deepened, eyes glinting in triumph.

As soon as they left the office, she grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the nearest broom cupboard. Wards and a Silencing Charm snapped into place before she rounded on him.

“How could you?” she hissed.

[4]

Draco adjusted his tie, standing tall. “Thank you, sir.”

Kingsley’s gaze shifted to Hermione. “Was there something you needed, Miss Granger?”

Hermione bit back a retort, swallowing her rage as her fists clenched at her sides. “No, sir,” she said tightly.

[3]

“Minister,” Draco said smoothly, “I have something I think you’ll find... intriguing.”

Hermione’s stomach dropped as Kingsley accepted the report, his brows shooting up. “A Muggle-tech-inspired tracking spell?” Kingsley murmured, looking from Draco to Hermione. “Impressive work.”