I Followed A Plot Bunny, Again. It Was Supposed To Be A One Shot, But I May Have To Split It In 2 Chapters

Hermione Granger and the Dramione shippers - chapter 10

Breakfast in the Great Hall

If ever there was a Guinness world record for brightest blush, Hermione was sure she would win it. She felt her cheeks reach the temperature of Mount Vesuvius’ Pyroclastic cloud that burned Herculaneum.

“How?” She asked in a whisper, to avoid drawing attention from the few students still lingering in the Great Hall. She was, pointedly, not looking at him.

“It appears, we are both curious, Granger. I think I should smirk now. I heard it does something to your insides.” And he did, in fact, smirk. But her insides were too twisted to react to it. “Anyway, you gave me enough information, so I went on a quick trip to Hastings, yesterday. By the way, sorry for standing you up. Did you have a good time with Pomona?”

Hermione nodded slightly.

“Good. Perhaps we could start a new… what’s it called? Ah, yes, ship. Would it be Pomione or Hermona? Although, I must say, I’m pretty fond of Dramione. I’ve read some… rather creative things.”

Hermione Granger and th Dramione Shippers - Chapter 11

“Positively breathtaking.” said Draco as he kissed her hand when they met outside the gates. His lips lingered on her hand for a long instant before he started kissing his way up her arm gently pulling her closer. Her cloak fell back from her shoulder and he kept kissing up her throat, eventually reaching her lips. Her fingers reached the back of his head as his arms circled her waist. Hermione felt heat course through her body as the intensity of the kiss grew exponentially.

Draco eventually pulled away and the cold crept up on Hermione. He pulled her cloak back to cover her.

“I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He said, not looking sorry at all.

“I’m glad to see you, too. Gomes.” Hermione chuckled.

“Who’s Gomes?” Draco frowned.

“Oh, right. Just a character from a muggle show. I’ll show you sometime.” She took his hand. “What’s the plan?” she asked.

“Edinburgh. I’ve reserved a table at The Witchery.”

He brushed one finger along her jaw and kissed her again. Just a soft kiss on her lips, but Hermione felt the heat spread from her chest all over again. He straightened up and apparated them.

They appeared in a small passage between a gift shop and an ice-cream parlor across the street from the witchery. They walked, hand in hand, the short distance to the restaurant. They were greeted at the entrance by a witch wearing black robes.

“Good evening Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy. Welcome to The Witchery by the Castle. If you’d like to leave your cloaks with me, I’ll escort you to your table.” They handed her their cloaks and she vanished them.

She led them to a small table by large, white, French windows in a wood paneled room with a high painted ceiling depicting images of the tarot. Candles spread a golden glow illuminating the leather chairs, the white tablecloths and the gilded statues scattered around the room. Draco pulled Hermione’s chair out for her and then sat on the opposite side of the table. He was wearing a black three-piece suit with a white shirt and a Gryffindor-red tie and pocket-square.

“We swapped house colors.” Commented Hermione nodding at his tie.

“I must say, Hermione, I think the color green was invented just for you. I might decide to start a quest to conquer the world just to forbid anyone else from wearing green ever again.” He smirked.

“Honestly, I think we’ve had enough world domination attempts to last us several lifetimes. How about we make a deal. You refrain from conquering the world and I wear green more often.”

“I could settle for that. I’m suddenly having visions of you wearing nothing but emeralds.” He eyed her through his lashes as he pretended to read the menu.

Hermione blushed. She was sure she’d read something along those lines in one of the Dramione fan fictions she’d read over the Christmas holidays. Two flutes of champagne appeared on the table. Hermione cleared her throat and tried to read what was written on the menu but her eyes would not focus.

Nice to meet you.

Just a little introduction.

I'm Silvia and I live in Italy. I love to read, and write, obviously. Dance is my therapy and food is my love language. My favourite colour is turquoise and my favourite song is It's my life by bonjovi. Favourite food... tiramisù.

I have 3 children: a Ravenclaw, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. I'm a Hufflepuff and hubby is a muggle.

He doesn't like Harry Potter and says that Dramione don't make sense together. I love him anyway.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 25

On Monday morning, Hermione woke up in the arms of Draco Malfoy, for the second time in as many days. In the faint light that came from the streetlamp outside, she looked at his face. His features were relaxed, his lips slightly parted, his cupid bow was deliciously tempting. She decided to get up, not wanting to mess up her routine. And definitely needing to clear her head. She slithered out of the bed, making sure not to wake him, and headed to the living room closing the bedroom door behind her. She put on her yoga clothes and began her sun salutations.

She was halfway through her practice when Draco rushed out of her bedroom, stark naked, wand in hand and with a slightly panicked look, only to find her stretching her back and legs in downward dog. He took a deep breath and his posture relaxed.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what on earth are you doing with your arse in the air at 5AM?” He asked, tilting his head sideways looking at her with a raised brow and the hint of a smirk.

“It’s my yoga routine. I do this every morning. Helps me focus and keeps my muscles strong and flexible.” She explained, still upside down.

“If I may, I might have a suggestion to improve this routine. Flexibility and all.” He grinned as he approached her.

“You may not!” She said as she transitioned into warrior one pose. “Since you are up, you can start making breakfast.” She blew him a kiss and he huffed in protest as he went back into her room to get dressed, A few minutes later he walked by her, heading towards the kitchen.

When she was done with her routine, Hermione went into the kitchen where Draco was waiting for her. He kissed her the moment she was through the door.

“Good morning to you too.” She chuckled when they broke the kiss.

The table was set for breakfast with two steaming cups of tea, warm and buttery pain au chocolat in a small woven basket with an embroidered napkin, creamy scrambled eggs and crisp stir-fried vegetables in fine bone-china plates with gilded rim, foamy cappuccinos in cups that matched the plates, a fresh flower arrangement in a tall crystal vase.

Hermione looked at him sideways. “I’m pretty sure none of this came from my pantry.” She said.

“Granger, your pantry was a post-atomic wasteland. I had Carson bring provisions. Enjoy a decent breakfast for once. You’re welcome.” He scoffed but still pulled out the chair for her.

Trailblazing and Stargazing - Chapter 24 (here comes the smut)

Hermione was still dancing in the living room, Bon Jovi’s ‘It’s my Life’ blaring in her earphones, when the floo activated and Draco emerged through the green flames. He stood there, leaning against the mantle, looking at her as she swayed her hips, with her hands up in the air, singing along, slightly off-key. Whatever muggle ensemble she was wearing left very little to the imagination and Draco felt his cock stir just by looking at her arse clad inside a very tight, very thin, layer of black fabric as it hypnotizingly swayed left and right.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 32

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/148747408

Harry struggled to keep up with Ron as he flew through the sky, much faster than the battered, old cleansweeps they had found in the shed should be able to go. Ron’s anger probably reinforcing the broom’s own magic. That would be an interesting theory to test, Harry thought before focusing on the chase again.

Eventually, Ron slowed down and Harry was able to catch up to him. His face was streaked with dry tears, Harry couldn’t tell if he’d been crying about Hermione or if his eyes had watered because of the wind.

“How could she do that?” Ron asked, stifling a sob. Crying then, not wind.

“Ron, mate. I swear the ferret isn’t that bad anymore.” Harry tried to calm him.

“How long have you known?” Ron’s voice was shaking, his eyes narrowed as he scowled at his friend because of his betrayal.

“Probably even before she knew it. They have been dancing in circles around each other for a while. I’m not sure how it started, but they have been getting closer ever since the new year ball at the Ministry.” Harry wasn’t good with these things, he never knew what to say. Words and feelings were not his strong suit. Words about feelings, were a skill he’d never mastered and probably never would. Awkwardness was definitely something Albus had inherited from his father, along with the green eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come back, tried to talk her out of it. Now I look like the villain and, I swear, I’m not!” Ron sobbed loudly.

“It wasn’t my story to tell, mate. And I don’t think she would have wanted you to talk her out of it. I’m pretty sure she did that all by herself at first.” Harry tried, unsuccessfully, to steer Ron’s broom back in the direction of the Burrow.

Fics I loved - part 1

This series was my introduction to fan fiction. I had just finished the umpteenth re-read of the Harry Potter books and I thought I wanted to know more about Hermione. Google brought me to this series and I was immediately in love. The series is not yet complete, book 5, Hermione Granger and the Order of the Phoenix, was published a few days ago. If you love Hermione, go read this series.

Timeless by alexandra_emerson is, in my opinion, a true masterpiece. It kept me on my toes the whole time, and the sheer amount of planning this story must have taken is humbling.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 27

They appeared, with a loud crack, at the center of Draco’s bedroom. Hands feverishly unfastening buttons, mouths glued onto one another’s, tongues sensually dancing. 

When Draco’s hands found her breasts through her unbuttoned blouse, Hermione let out a guttural moan. His thumbs stroked her nipples through the lace of her bra and she raked her nails on his chest. One by one, all their clothes were discarded and left on the floor looking like a modern art display on the hardwood floor. When they were fully naked, Draco pushed her onto the bed and lay on top of her, leaving a hot trail of kisses from the tips of her fingers all the way to her ear.

“You are so beautiful, Hermione. So perfect. I could spend hours just looking at you. The fact that I actually get to kiss you is so extraordinary it makes my head spin.” He whispered.

Their kisses were urgent again, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths with burning desire. Hermione hitched one leg on Draco’s hip to push him against her. He chuckled. “Oh no, you minx! This time, I’m going to take my time with you, I’m going to make you beg.” He grabbed his wand from where it had fallen beside the bed. “How do you feel about leaving me in control?” he asked.

“We can try, as long as I’m not… completely helpless. And I’m not ok with pain.” She said tentatively.

Wands up

RIP Dame Maggie Smith