A Snippet From Chapter 1 Of Trailblazing & Stargazing

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 22

Hermione stirred as the light of the rising sun grew stronger. She felt a warm arm around her waist and someone’s breath coming from somewhere entirely too close to her lips. It took her brain a few seconds to remember where she was, and with whom. Bloody hell. She’d spent the night on a godforsaken beach in Cornwall snogging Draco Malfoy! She kept her eyes closed, she needed to think. 

Was this a good thing? What would Ron and the kids say about this? Rose was dating Scorpius! That would be awkward, wouldn’t it? And what would the Wizarding World think of this? Oh shit! She was the Minister of Magic and he was a member of the Wizengamot. There weren’t any laws against it but surely people would have things to say. Not that she hadn’t wanted it. She had come here willingly and had enjoyed it very much. Part of her actually wished they had even gone beyond snogging. But… they were on a beach! Anyone could have seen them!

As she lost control over her spiraling thoughts, she felt him stir as he too woke up. She closed her eyes even tighter.

“Good morning, Hermione.” He whispered. Then, his eyes focused on her scrunched-up face and he said. “I was awakened by the sound of your brain thinking too many thoughts at the same time.” He kissed her forehead.

“Good morning, Draco.” She said, eventually opening her eyes. “It’s just… I realized that coming here wasn’t perhaps the smartest idea.” She saw his face morphing into a frown and immediately clarified. “Not that I regret this. I like spending time with you and this was… nice. But we shouldn’t have slept here, in the open. Anybody could have seen us.”

“I’m sorry. You are right, I should have apparated us back home. I didn’t think of the possible consequences. Hopefully, nobody saw us. I suppose you wouldn’t want to let the world know about this.” He pushed down with his hands to sit up, his eyes sad and downcast. She sat up with him and placed a hand on his cheek.

“I am not ashamed of this, Draco. But we haven’t even really started dating, and I only recently finalized my divorce. I would just like to come out with this on our own terms, not the Prophet’s.” She leaned towards him, pulled his face down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Can we start dating today? I’d like to apparate us to my house. There we can have breakfast, get changed and spend the rest of Sunday doing whatever you like.” His eyes were bright now, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“If you promise that Carson won’t poison me.” She teased.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 40

As I approach the end of my first long fiction, life is getting a bit in the way. Chapter 41 will probably be up in a couple of weeks. I'm unfortunately lagging behind with my other fic Of Drought and Downpour. Hopefully, I'll get back on track soon. Meanwhile, I hope you like this chapter. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/153206431

One in Ten Thousand

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59833996

Written for the @baby-bumps-broomsticks Baby Shower Bingo. Prompt D4 on my card: Surprise, it's Triplets!

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 10

A little snippet from chapter 10, online now.

Just Pansy being sassy.

“Mini-Weasley, enough with the pre-teen drama, stand with your mother and hold her like you would for a waltz.”

Hugo gawked. “Why?!”

Hermione was perplexed, as well. “Why would he need to dance with me?” she asked.

Pansy sighed and rolled her eyes. “Now, Granger, I know you were brought up differently, but you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of our age, surely you have figured out, by now, that you are going to have to open the dances at the Gala.”

“Oh, surely someone else will.” She countered

“Granger, who opens the dances at a gala?” asked Pansy, slowly.

“The host or hostess.” Sighed Hermione.

“And where is this Gala being hosted?”

“At the Ministry of Magic.”

“And you are…?”

“The Minister of Magic.” She huffed.

“Yes, Granger. I’m very proud of you for figuring it out. Now, before you say anything else. No, you cannot open with your ex-husband, you just announced your divorce, that would be confusing. And no, not Potter either, he is your best friend but also a head of department, opening with him would imply that he is more important than the other heads. You cannot open with any guest for that same reason. Hence, your son is the best option. After the opening dance you can do whatever you like. Now, please stand close so that I can match your shades of blue. It was bad enough that stupid Malfoy didn’t tell me he would open the dancing with you and not his mother, made me look like an amateur.” Parkinson groaned. 

Hi, sorry if this is an annoying question but do you have a masterlist of your text fic? I keep trying to find a tag that will get me all of them parts but it’s not working for me haha I really want to read it!!

Hi! I'm afraid not. I'm new to tumbler and still figuring out how it works. But I have it all in my highlights on Instagram. I'm sorry it's messed up here. I'll try to figure out a way to put it in some order.

Thank you for your interest, I'm really happy you like it!

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 of my Dramione/BTVS crossover is now up.I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/150400999

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 13

As soon as she stepped out of the floo, though a very large, pristine white marble hearth, she heard the unmistakable crack of apparition and was greeted by a house-elf dressed in a charcoal grey butler suit with a regimental tie in green, black and silver. Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes, only out of respect for the elf. A Slytherin tie and butler suit, it couldn’t get any more malfoyesque than this.

“Minister Granger.” said the elf, almost begrudgingly. “Welcome to Malfoy House. Carson is calling Master right away.” And, with another crack, he apparated away. Hermione waited, taking in the beauty of the entrance hall. Now, this, was the farthest thing imaginable from Malfoy Manor. The floors and walls were a very faint beige, almost white, the room was airy and full of light. Merely a minute after the elf had left, Malfoy appeared on top of the grand staircase. He was wearing black slacks, a white Oxford shirt and a gray cashmere V-neck sweater. “Granger, welcome.” He said as he descended quickly. As always, he took her hand and brought it a breath away from his lips. “Hello, Malfoy. I’m a bit early for tea, but I must admit I was rather curious.” She replied, regaining possession of her hand. “No need for all the hand kissing charade, we don’t have an audience.” “Granger, I’m aware that the company you normally keep is rather… boorish, but I always have manners, even without an audience.” He smirked and he offered her his arm. “Let us go to the reception room, we can have an early tea” Hermione rolled her eyes as far back as they would go, but took his arm nonetheless. “You are shorter than I remember, Granger.” He commented with a grin. “It’s Sunday afternoon, I was at home minding my own business. I’m allowed to dress comfortably. I left Parkinson’s stilts at home. These are Rose’s sneakers.” She replied with a challenging look in her eyes. “I wasn’t making fun of you. I’m not exceedingly tall myself. I suppose this version is more… you. I’m just glad you didn’t feel the need to put on your Minister mask.” He reassured her. He took her down another grand staircase and accessed a huge room with white marble floors and an indoor pool (insert eye-roll here). They sat down at a large round table underneath a vaulted glass ceiling, right next to a beautiful papyrus plant that jutted out from a round hole in the pristine white floor.

Red Asters - a quick Dramione one shot, full of feelings. Sad tears, happy tears, all the tears. Keep your tissues ready, don't tell me I didn't warn you.

He had always been beautiful. Even when his features had been pointy and his face distorted in an angry sneer, she had always known he was objectively beautiful. His hair was so distinctive of him, she could spot him anywhere, in a crowd, from a distance, as he zoomed in the sky on that bloody broom all her friends seemed to love. She always knew where he was. Sometimes, in class, she would find herself staring into the back of his neck, where the silvery white of his hair met the pearly white of his skin, as if hypnotized. Nobody ever noticed, luckily, but she blushed anyway when she snapped back to reality, barely in time to prevent her fingers from brushing against his skin. His eyes, though she didn’t have many chances to look into them, if not when they were spitting venom at each other, she knew their unique shade of grey was another tassel added to the overall beauty of his face. She appreciated the beauty of the box, even though it seemed to contain only hatred and spite. Somehow, though, he had always been sure that, digging deeper, beauty and kindness could be found within him, too. She felt it in her bones.

When everyone had laughed at the poem the gnome had sang to her best friend in second year, she had blushed furiously, knowing she had been this close to doing something similar. To this day, she still remembered the silly poem she had written and immediately incendioed. Writing poetry was not one of her talents.

He smirks and he sneers,

He hangs with the worst peers.

But his hair shines like goblin wrought silver,

When he looks at me, I feel my heart quiver.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 18

The following morning, Hermione woke up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her parents. She was not a great cook but she could make French toast, she made three and placed them under stasis charms so that they would still be warm when her parents came down. Wendell was the first to arrive.

“G-Goodmorning…” He paused as if he was trying to remember something. “Hermione! I smell something d-d-delicious.” He said.

“I made French toast for breakfast. With lots of cinnamon, just how you like it.”

“Thank you, d-d-dear. Would you mind helping your mum down the stairs? The s-stumbling is always worse in the m-morning.”

The things nobody says - chapter 3

Steve put a hand on her shoulder and said “Don’t move, I can move the cradles closer.” He stood, moved his chair away and rolled the cradles up towards the head of the bed.

“This here is Phoebe. She’s the smaller one, but the doctors said her weight is perfect. They are both rather big for twins. That’s why your bump was so big, you were carrying around a total of 6kg of babies.” He gently stroked her hair. “I can’t believe I almost lost you.” He whispered. Olivia leaned her head in his hand, relishing his touch. She looked at their babies. “All’s well that ends well, look at what we made!”

Phoebe was wearing the onesie they had picked for her, it was white with glittery grey stars all over and ‘Mini Rockstar’ written on the chest in lime green. She had the softest brown hair and the cutest little pout. Her lips were making a sucking movement as she slept. Olivia felt her heart clench.

“You made them, and I’m so proud of the three women of my life. This big girl here is Amelia.” He said with a sweet smile. Her onesie was mint green with large black polka dots and the words ‘Milk & cuddles’ written in hot-pink on her tummy. She was a little bigger than her sister, the same brown hair and rosy cheeks, her tiny little fists kept clenching and unclenching.

Olivia felt tears sting her eyes. “Hello my little cupcakes. Welcome to the world. Mommy loves you so much.”