🇵🇭 29 - dhr drabbles, oneshots, ficlets, socmed aus {NSFW 🔞}
• dramione, hansy, sometimes harmony
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idk if ive just been uninspired, unmotivated, or life's just been exhausting me. but let's see if we can spark something with this!
Send me some fluffy prompts in whatever shape or form, and I'll try to make it smutty 😝💦
idk if ive just been uninspired, unmotivated, or life's just been exhausting me. but let's see if we can spark something with this!
Send me some fluffy prompts in whatever shape or form, and I'll try to make it smutty 😝💦
"Fuck it, let's get this over with."
Before Draco could react, Hermione started stripping.
"What is happening?" he asks.
"If we're gonna share this room, we're gonna fuck now, just this once, to get it out of our systems." She explains like its obvious, taking to the bed. "Come on!"
"Fuck it, let's get this over with."
Before Draco could react, Hermione started stripping.
"What is happening?" he asks.
"If we're gonna share this room, we're gonna fuck now, just this once, to get it out of our systems." She explains like its obvious, taking to the bed. "Come on!"
"Good morning, sir!" Draco beamed at the man stepping out of a shop.
He reached out his hand that the stranger gingerly took.
"Good morning," the stranger said.
"Would you do me the honor of being the first to congratulate me?"
"What for?"
"Hermione Granger loves me back!"
"Good morning, sir!" Draco beamed at the man stepping out of a shop.
He reached out his hand that the stranger gingerly took.
"Good morning," the stranger said.
"Would you do me the honor of being the first to congratulate me?"
"What for?"
"Hermione Granger loves me back!"
He found her frozen at a spot in front of the window, wringing her fingers in a fidget.
It was starting to get dark.
"Pansy?" She yelped when he called her, as gentle as he tried. "It's okay. You're okay."
"But, Harry--"
"You're safe with me," he assured. "I promise."
He found her frozen at a spot in front of the window, wringing her fingers in a fidget.
It was starting to get dark.
"Pansy?" She yelped when he called her, as gentle as he tried. "It's okay. You're okay."
"But, Harry--"
"You're safe with me," he assured. "I promise."
"I knew I'd find you here," Harry said, sitting next to her on the bench facing her her favorite painting, in her favorite museum.
Hermione nodded with a tired smile.
"And /he/ didn't."
He nodded. He knew.
He took her hand. He held her when she leaned on him.
/I'm here... always./
"I knew I'd find you here," Harry said, sitting next to her on the bench facing her her favorite painting, in her favorite museum.
Hermione nodded with a tired smile.
"And /he/ didn't."
He nodded. He knew.
He took her hand. He held her when she leaned on him.
/I'm here... always./
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"Are you still listening?" Hermione stopped reading to check on her husband behind her.
"The view's distracting," he gestures at the sunset.
A lie. The view Harry was distracted by was vantage of her cleavage from over her shoulder...
...and his dirty ideas about it.
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"Are you still listening?" Hermione stopped reading to check on her husband behind her.
"The view's distracting," he gestures at the sunset.
A lie. The view Harry was distracted by was vantage of her cleavage from over her shoulder...
...and his dirty ideas about it.
"No, no you can't!" She snaps. "I'm waiting for someone, Malfoy. And I don't want him to get the wrong idea."
How should Draco reveal that she was expecting /him/?
That he was the penpal she's been owling for months?
That it was him who she's agreed to meet tonight?
"No, no you can't!" She snaps. "I'm waiting for someone, Malfoy. And I don't want him to get the wrong idea."
How should Draco reveal that she was expecting /him/?
That he was the penpal she's been owling for months?
That it was him who she's agreed to meet tonight?
"Unfortunately, the only vacancy left is The Lover's Cottage." Front desk said.
Draco and Hermione scowled at each other.
They've been fighting more than making progress in the mission.
They could crash in exhaustion.
Sharing a bed for the night wouldn't be a problem right?
Right?
"Unfortunately, the only vacancy left is The Lover's Cottage." Front desk said.
Draco and Hermione scowled at each other.
They've been fighting more than making progress in the mission.
They could crash in exhaustion.
Sharing a bed for the night wouldn't be a problem right?
Right?
"Are you sure you're up to teaching Pansy flying, Potter?" Draco asks. "I'm just saying I've tried, and she can be... difficult."
Harry took offense on behalf of his girlfriend. "Well, Hermione's no picnic to live with either, so good luck with that, ferret."
"Are you sure you're up to teaching Pansy flying, Potter?" Draco asks. "I'm just saying I've tried, and she can be... difficult."
Harry took offense on behalf of his girlfriend. "Well, Hermione's no picnic to live with either, so good luck with that, ferret."
Hermione knew what she was up to: /reading/ in the garden in her most tempting lacy lingerie.
"You're never giving up your outdoor sex fantasy, are you?"
Astoria feigned bruising. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
But after a beat she added. "Is it working?"
Hermione knew what she was up to: /reading/ in the garden in her most tempting lacy lingerie.
"You're never giving up your outdoor sex fantasy, are you?"
Astoria feigned bruising. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
But after a beat she added. "Is it working?"
They've been sleeping in one cot since Ron left.
Intimate enough, but nothing sexual.
A desperate move to hold on to someone-- escape the feeling of melancholia.
Harry sleeps only after he's sure Hermione has. He watches her in moonlight, wondering how anyone could ever leave her.
They've been sleeping in one cot since Ron left.
Intimate enough, but nothing sexual.
A desperate move to hold on to someone-- escape the feeling of melancholia.
Harry sleeps only after he's sure Hermione has. He watches her in moonlight, wondering how anyone could ever leave her.
Its hard to surprise Pure Bloods. Everything is foretold or conjured in a dream.
When Draco dreamt of Hermione surrounded by butterflies, she didn't need to tell him.
Rather, she didn't need take a test either.
Especially when the family tree stretched a new branch.
/He/ told her.
Its hard to surprise Pure Bloods. Everything is foretold or conjured in a dream.
When Draco dreamt of Hermione surrounded by butterflies, she didn't need to tell him.
Rather, she didn't need take a test either.
Especially when the family tree stretched a new branch.
/He/ told her.
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Hermione pressed her heels to his back when he released inside her.
"Yes!"
"My darling, my darling," Draco kept chanting, planting kisses in her neck, on her breasts.
The ruins drawn around them glowed before their highs settled.
The Solstice Conception was a success.
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Hermione pressed her heels to his back when he released inside her.
"Yes!"
"My darling, my darling," Draco kept chanting, planting kisses in her neck, on her breasts.
The ruins drawn around them glowed before their highs settled.
The Solstice Conception was a success.
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Pansy recklessly pins her body against him, champagne spilling from her flute, and gargling in her throat.
"Po-Potter, I heard from MMMione you're a natural cunnilingus." She gets so close to his face, her lips almost met his teeth. "I want to show me."
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Pansy recklessly pins her body against him, champagne spilling from her flute, and gargling in her throat.
"Po-Potter, I heard from MMMione you're a natural cunnilingus." She gets so close to his face, her lips almost met his teeth. "I want to show me."
He paid attention at the beginning of the ceremony: Hermione walking down the aisle, Malfoy tearing in joy...
Then Pansy held his hand when the official started talking of love, marriage; when the vows were said...
He heard all of it.
But he saw nothing else but her.
Pansy.
/I do./
He paid attention at the beginning of the ceremony: Hermione walking down the aisle, Malfoy tearing in joy...
Then Pansy held his hand when the official started talking of love, marriage; when the vows were said...
He heard all of it.
But he saw nothing else but her.
Pansy.
/I do./
"Theo told me your secret," Draco smirked.
Astoria gasped. "He told you I broke your Basil Horton signed Snitch?
He blinked. "No, he told me you're in love with Granger too-- wait, /you broke my signed Snitch?/"
"/He told you I'm in love with Hermione?/"
"Theo told me your secret," Draco smirked.
Astoria gasped. "He told you I broke your Basil Horton signed Snitch?
He blinked. "No, he told me you're in love with Granger too-- wait, /you broke my signed Snitch?/"
"/He told you I'm in love with Hermione?/"
Pansy announced her arrival with, "I'm late."
Harry just chuckled. "Its alright. I didn't date you for your punctuality."
"No, Potter," she walked up to him. "My period is late."
"Oh." He nodded before he understood.
/Oh./
"/OH!/" He exclaimed with his eyes wide.
Pansy announced her arrival with, "I'm late."
Harry just chuckled. "Its alright. I didn't date you for your punctuality."
"No, Potter," she walked up to him. "My period is late."
"Oh." He nodded before he understood.
/Oh./
"/OH!/" He exclaimed with his eyes wide.
"Malfoy, Granger's been looking for you," Pansy reports.
"Oh my gods, break open a bottle Fire Whiskey! We need to celebrate," Theo fake gasps. "Malfoy's pathetic not-so-secret pining has finally paid off!"
Draco hits him at the back of the head.
"Malfoy, Granger's been looking for you," Pansy reports.
"Oh my gods, break open a bottle Fire Whiskey! We need to celebrate," Theo fake gasps. "Malfoy's pathetic not-so-secret pining has finally paid off!"
Draco hits him at the back of the head.
"I don't know," Draco clicks his tongue. "Maybe Granger and I are just polar opposites."
"You're right," Theo says, barely interested. "She has naturally golden, sun-kissed skin, and you look like you burn from just hearing the word /sun/."
Draco's book misses him by a hair.
"I don't know," Draco clicks his tongue. "Maybe Granger and I are just polar opposites."
"You're right," Theo says, barely interested. "She has naturally golden, sun-kissed skin, and you look like you burn from just hearing the word /sun/."
Draco's book misses him by a hair.
"If we're friends now, I should tell you: you're my /One That Got Away/."
She said it so kind too.
But Viktor felt stung.
"You're mocking me."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"Viktor--"
"How could I have gotten away when /you/ never replied to my letters?"
Hermione froze. "What letters?"
"If we're friends now, I should tell you: you're my /One That Got Away/."
She said it so kind too.
But Viktor felt stung.
"You're mocking me."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"Viktor--"
"How could I have gotten away when /you/ never replied to my letters?"
Hermione froze. "What letters?"
Errol's landing could have been worse. At least his package stayed intact, with the note:
/In case my brother forgot your birthday again, I didn't. Sending your favorite muggle ice crean sandwiches. Happy Birthday! Love, Fred/
Hermione smiles, feeling a different crash.
Errol's landing could have been worse. At least his package stayed intact, with the note:
/In case my brother forgot your birthday again, I didn't. Sending your favorite muggle ice crean sandwiches. Happy Birthday! Love, Fred/
Hermione smiles, feeling a different crash.