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Aparecium by LadyKenz347

Aparecium by LadyKenz347 is a beautiful book. It's a romance, not a lot of action but plenty of feelings. Some minor angst and lots of fluff. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

The things nobody says

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55230319/chapters/140089885

This story is a work in progress. I'm not really sure when I'll update it because it's... very personal. Writing it is cathartic but at the same time gut wrenching. I will finish it at some point, hopefully by the end of the year. 

Trailblazing and Stargazing Chapter 33 🔥

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/149157793

On Tuesday morning, they all headed back to King’s Cross to put the children back on the Hogwarts Express.

The moment Draco and Ron met on the platform seemed to be taken straight out of an old Spaghetti Western movie. Hermione could almost hear the whistling in the background as they stared at each other, in a defensive stance, for a few, interminable, seconds. Harry stood on the side, his hand on his wand, ready to whip it out of its holster, just in case. Ginny, Carter and Hermione watched expectantly. Time seemed to visibly stretch as the air shimmered between the two wizards.

“We should have brought popcorn.” Whispered Ginny. Hermione, despite herself, snorted a laugh.

The tension broke and Draco stepped forward extending his hand.

“Weasley, it’s good to see you.”

Ron took a deep breath before pushing his hand into Draco’s. “Malfoy. I’m going to try and trust you and your son with both my girls. Don’t. Make me. Regret it.”

“I assure you, we both have the best intentions.” He nodded seriously.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Very well, boys! After this nice, patriarchal, display of fragile masculinity, can we please get back to saying goodbye or are you two planning on having a measuring contest right here on the platform?”

Ginny laughed loudly, Draco and Ron blushed and hurriedly turned towards their respective children, Harry rubbed the back of his head and sighed.

Rose and Scorpius were throwing glances at each other and blushing every few seconds. Rose had, indeed, managed to have a private chat with both Ginny and Fleur and had been blushing at random intervals ever since. Seeing Scorpius again seemed to make the blushing deeper and more frequent.

Part 4

Hermione put her phone down and charged it with a tap of her wand. She took her sexy outfit off and put on her purple fleece jammies. She brushed her teeth and stood a few minutes in front of the bathroom mirror. Who was she fooling, Draco didn’t really like her. He just needed help avoid having to reject a student. She was the same, old, bushy-haired know-it-all she had always been. Had he not been in dire straits he would never have taken her on a date. But that kiss. That kiss had felt so real.

With a grunt, Hermione got into bed and pulled the covers over her head. She put her fingers on her lips, where the sensation of the kiss still lingered, and wondered if she should call it quits before she could get hurt. Even though, perhaps, it was already too late for that. But this was probably the only chance she had to date Draco Malfoy. She couldn’t let him go. She would gather all the crumbs he’ll give her. It would have to be enough. And then, maybe, she’ll be able to move on. That night she dreamt of soft lips, silver eyes and platinum hair.

Draco read Hermione’s texts over and over. She still thought they were fake-dating. Of course Hermione Granger couldn’t even fathom to actually date him! He was just death-eater scum, and she was the Gryffindor Princess. She had only agreed to go out with him because he needed help and she was the hero. But that kiss. That kiss had felt so real. He had been unsure wether to kiss her or not but he had thrown caution to the wind and pulled her in. He had wrapped one arm around her waist, his other hand cupping her face.Then, he had slowly lowered his lips on hers.

He had given her time to realize what was happening, he had lingered for several seconds where their noses touched before closing the gap. He had expected her to pull away, but she hadn’t. She had kissed him back! He could still feel her soft lips on his, the sweet taste of her tongue. That had been the best kiss of his life. Perhaps he could hope. And even if nothing came of it, he would cherish every moment she allowed him to spend with her. That night, he dreamt of soft pink lips, riotous curls and deep brown eyes.

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.

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.

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/146469688

The sky was clear, blue and endless, not a single cloud in sight. A warm breeze made the treetops sway and carried the smell of flowers, resin and pine needles. The sun shone bright, warming her skin as she walked towards the Quidditch pitch. Hogwarts was showing her its sweetest, most welcoming side on this glorious summer day.

“Ms Granger!” She heard a deep voice calling her. She turned around and saw Firenze, quietly approaching her at a languid pace.

“Professor Firenze, how are you?”

“Mercury crosses the Dragon’s path again. Venus is aligned, at last.” The centaur said.

“Ah, yes, absolutely. Have a good day, Professor.” And here she was, thinking he would say something useful, for once.

“Have a good day, Ms Granger. Perfect weather for Quidditch.” He smiled looking at the cloudless sky.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she continued on her path. She climbed the many stairs to the top of the stands, Daphne and Astoria were already sitting at the far back and waved at her, smiling. She walked towards them, shooting a glance behind her, towards the pitch. Ginny had just joined Harry and Ron and they were tossing the quaffle back and forth as they hovered on their brooms, not far from where Hermione was standing. 

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.

reblog for a bigger garden :)

(update: per request i’m going to draw this at the end :D)

Sleep is overrated

Sometimes I consider getting a good night's sleep and then I'm like....

I would probably cry.

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

That evening, Hermione took extra care drying her hair, shr put on some makeup and wore the black skirt-suit with sheer black tights with a sexy seam at the back and she transfigured her black patent leather stilettos and clutch to be the same shade of green as the corset top. The skirt hugged her arse and legs down to her knees, the jacket had a wide opening that closed under her breasts, leaving the corset in full view, and then flared slightly to her hips. She took a deep breath before opening the door when Malfoy knocked.

H. Good enening, Malfoy.

She said the words as she swung open the door. Then, she saw him. He was perfect. He was wearing black slacks, perfectly tailored to hug his edible quidditch-trained thighs, black loafers, a light grey v-neck jumper that perfectly matched his eyes and a crisp white ooxford shirt. His smile faltered the moment he saw her.

D. Ah. Err. Ghgh.

He shook his head, trying to focus.

D. Good evening, Granger.

PART 3

TO BE CONTINUED

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.

Hermione sighed as she put her phone down on her desk. She could already hear the chatter of students going from one class to the next.

Within minutes, her classroom was filled with third year Gryffindors and Slytherins. She didn’t have time to dwell on what she had gotten herself into. Fake dating the boy who once called her slurs, who was now the man who filled her steamier dreams.

“Professor Malfoy really is a great coach. I was having trouble handling my broom the other day and he spent the afternoon teaching me his tricks. He is so cool.” Martin Rowle was saying to Wilfred Olsen. Both Slytherins.

“You know, if you have problems you can always talk to Professor Malfoy. Last week he found me crying in an alcove after curfew. Instead of giving me detention he made tea and asked about my problems. I told him about that Slytherin 5th year boy who’s bothering me and he told me I shouldn’t worry. The following morning Slytherin was down 50 points and Mortimer apologized.” Margaret Smith, muggle born Gryffindor, said to Lyndsay Carter, half blood Gryffindor.

Hermione shook her head and began the lesson

PART 2

TO BE CONTINUED

That same evening, after supper, Draco enters the Slytherin common room, black robes billowing behind him in a rather impressive Snape impersonation.

"Snake meeting in the den!" Shouts his sonorused voice.

One by one all Slytherin students file into the common room. Draco waits, brooding in a corner, arms crossed. When they are all accounted for, Draco speaks.

"Flint! Why did you tell Professor Granger about the ring?"

"I thought..."

"Yes, in the future, please refrain from thinking. All of you."

The students lower their gazes.

"Your job is to talk about me when Professor Granger can hear you, not tell her I want to marry her! I have to at least take her on one date first!"

A seventh year raises her hand, Draco nods.

"We talked about how handsome you are, she was sitting beside us on the Quidditch stands when you were acting as referee. She ogled you after we said your arse looked good."

"Thank you, Avery. See? That's what I want from you! No more mistakes."

PART 1

TO BE CONTINUED

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter five

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/148422619

“Hermione Granger! Why are you dressed like a sad, grey, bureaucrat? Have I taught you nothing?” Cried out Pansy walking into Hermione’s office at the Ministry.

“Because I am a sad, grey, bureaucrat.” She deadpanned. “Pansy Parkinson! We thought we’d lost you forever!” Hermione stood up from her desk to greet her friend with a tight hug.

“Ally was getting desperate. Orders have kept coming and, with Christmas approaching, I just couldn’t leave her alone. I just portkeyed in, I thought I’d stop by.” Pansy shrugged.

“Oh. Does that mean you’re just back temporarily?” Hermione frowned slightly.

“I’m still undecided. Lei Ailun is wonderful, but I miss you girls and my shop. I told him I didn’t know if I would go back. He didn’t push me either way.”

“Did you want him, to push you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She sat down on one of the armchairs, elegantly crossing her legs at the ankles. “It would have been nice if he had tried to convince me to stay with him. But then, maybe, I would have found it overbearing. Oh well, I’ll just deal with the shop for now and see how things go.”

“I’m happy to see you, either way.”

“You, Ms Granger, are coming over to the shop the moment you clock off. I need to fix that mess.” She vaguely gestured to Hermione before she stood up and walked towards the door. “I’ll be waiting for you at quarter past five. I’ll contact the others and we can all meet afterwards. Does Greg still keep a table for us?”

“He actually put a brass plaque on our table. It says ‘Permanently reserved for The Troublesome Seven and friends’.” Hermione said with a laugh.

“That’s good, because we’ll need it.” And with that, she spun on her heels and marched towards the lifts. 

This comment right here made me smile. I will get back to this story, it's not abandoned, just on hold.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 31

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/148190509

On Saturday morning, Hugo had a guitar lesson and Rose met with some friends from her primary school. Hermione stayed at home and read a book, trying not to think about the upcoming conversation with Ron.

In the afternoon, the three of them went to Central London for some shopping in the muggle shops, went to the cinema to watch ‘The Croods: A New Era’, which had them laughing the entire time, and stopped for dinner at a small kebab restaurant not far from their home. Hermione enjoyed spending time with her children, they were growing up to be beautiful humans. Once home, after Hugo had gone to his room to play his guitar again, Hermione asked Rose to stay with her for a moment.

“I know it’s none of my business.” She began, clearing her throat as it felt constricted. “And I won’t ask you questions. But I want to make sure you’re fine and you’re being careful, with Scorpius. In case you’re having, or planning to have, sex.” Hermione looked into her daughter’s eyes, trying to see something, anything, in them.

“Mum! Do we really have to talk about this? It’s embarrassing!” Rose visibly cringed. “Can’t I talk about this with Auntie Ginny? Or Auntie Fleur, maybe?”

“Rose, I’m not here to ask details. You have your friends for gossiping and swooning over boys. And I’m sure Auntie Ginny and Auntie Fleur will be more than happy to help if you have more… practical questions. I understand that talking about such things with your mother may be uncomfortable. Even though I do hope you know that, if you want to, you can talk to me, about anything. I’ll never judge you, I want to be sure you know that.” She paused, waiting for a sign from Rose. When she nodded, mildly exasperated, Hermione continued. “I’m here to make sure that whatever you chose to do, or not do, you are prepared. Do you know how to cast a contraceptive charm?”

Rose shook her head. Hermione demonstrated the wand movement and recited the incantation and then asked Rose to do it. She managed it on her fourth attempt. Hermione made her try again a few more times, just to be sure.

“Good. Now, we should talk about consent.” She said when she was happy with the results.

“Mum, we’ve already talked about consent. A million times.” Rose whined.

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Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter four

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/148002913

“Daph! You’re back!” Screeched Ginny as she sat down at their table at the Green Viper. “Tell us everything!”

“Well, my work there was done. Fredrik was absolutely wonderful, I honestly thought of staying, but I don’t think he was The One. I considered a few things and I decided to come back. My life is here. I missed my troublesome friends! And I see we have a new member!”

“We missed you too!” replied the others.

Luna introduced Willow, who had since become a well integrated member of the group. Daphne listened to her in awe as she told a few of her adventures on the hellmouth.

“I dated a werewolf, before I became a witch. My best friend dated two vampires. Not at the same time, obviously.” She told her very attentive audience.

“We had a werewolf teacher, he was the best.” Said Hermione. “But vampires? Aren’t they soulless beings?”

“Angel, the first one, was all handsome and broody and had been cursed with a soul because he was a real baddie. He was a puppy with Buffy though, still broody but with googly eyes. That is until he lost his soul because they had sex.” She shrugged “With Spike, we called him captain peroxide because of his bleached platinum hair, it was a perfect enemies to lovers story. They hated each other, then, when Buffy came back from the dead, they began fucking like rabbits and he went out and got himself a soul just to be worthy of her.” She sighed. “Oh, and my other best friend dated a one-thousand-year-old vengeance demon who had come to Sunnydale to kill him.”

“And I though Hogwarts was a dangerous place.” Said Daphne in shock. The others chuckled.

In case you need the sign, this is it. Please stay alive. Stay alive for the moments to come, the moments you’d miss, the people you will meet who will love you endlessly ! Stay alive, because the world is better with you in it.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 30

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/147780226

Eventually, the children came home for Easter break. Hermione, Draco, Ginny and Harry met at platform 9 ¾. Ron’s portkey was set to arrive later that evening.

“Oi, ferret!” said Harry as he and Ginny arrived. “You lost me 100 Galleons.”

“It’s not my fault you underestimated me, Potter.” Drawled Draco.

“Don’t mind him, ferret. He has nothing to complain about. I spent those galleons at a muggle sexy shop and he has been enjoying every sickle of it.” Said Ginny with a wide grin. Harry turned the color of a ripe tomato, his scar remaining shockingly white in contrast.

Draco turned towards Hermione. “Why have you taken me to the science museum, and ballet and pubs and I’ve never heard of sexy shops? You’ve showed me chemists, a toy shop and Costa Coffee, something called sexy shop definitely sounds more interesting. What do they sell?” 

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express put an end to that conversation. “We’ll talk about it when the children go back to school.” Smiled Hermione, blushing.

The four of them stood together waiting for the children to get off the train. Albus was the first to reach them. 

“Hey mum, dad. Auntie ‘Mione, Rose may be a while. Last I saw her she was snogging Scorp. Oh, hey Mr Malfoy! So it’s true, you two are together. Can I be there when you tell uncle Ron? Please!” Albus, apparently, still, had no filter.

“Albus, darling.” Ginny hugged her middle child, rolling her eyes. “How are you?”

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

Someone knocks at Professor Granger's door. She puts her phone on her nightstand and walks to the door.

H. "Malfoy. What are you doing here?"

D. "I came to redeem myself by warming your frozen arse."

H. "Malfoy, skipping chaperoning duty is not the way to my knickers."

D. "Ha. But there is a way to your knickers!"

Hermione rolls her eyes and slams the door on his face. He's still smirking. Smug prat.

A few moments later her phone chimes again.

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 3 - Harry Payer crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer inspired by the song 'It's Raining Men'

The Troublesome Seven kept living their life. They went to work, met for coffee or drinks, went out clubbing. They had no idea when the rain would start but they were confident that when it did, they would be ready.

Daphne was the first to see the effects of the spell. She was at work, kneeling in front of a low cabinet looking for a jar of dittany leaves. She would normally use her wand and accio whatever it was she needed but for some reason she didn’t really know, she had decided to go about it the muggle way. A tall, handsome, blond-haired wizard with striking blue eyes, didn’t see her and stumbled. He was able to catch himself and not crush her but they ended up sprawled on the floor. Daphne was left breathless for a moment as she lost herself in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Miss. I didn’t see you.” He offered his hand to help her up. He had a hint of foreign accent but she couldn’t quite place it.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. I don’t even know why I didn’t use my wand. I’m Daphne Greengrass, Head Potioneer, how can I help you?” She tried to sound her normal confident self but she could hear her voice shaking slightly.

“I’m Fredrik Nilsen. Lovely to meet you, Miss Greengrass. I have an appointment with Mr Boots.” He held her hand longer than would be considered proper but she had no intention of letting go. Mr Boots’ booming voice woke them from their reverie.

“Mr Nilsen! I see you’ve met the woman responsible for some of our best advancements with contraceptive potions! Ms Greengrass, join Mr Nilsen and me in my office. I have some grand plans!”

Trying to work on a cover

Just because I need my mum to get better 🤞🏻

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 29

The following Saturday afternoon, Draco flooed to Hermione’s house carrying a large ceramic pot with a vanilla orchid totem in full bloom and a bottle of elf-made wine. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He called her but no reply came. He left the plant and wine on the dining table and ventured into her bedroom. There, he heard loud music blaring from the bathroom. He chuckled lightly. He could hear her voice butchering the tune as she sang at the top of her lungs. He walked back to the living room, not wanting to intrude. When he heard her walk back into the bedroom, he knocked to let her know he was there.

“Draco!” She said, opening the door. “I didn’t hear you floo in.” She was wrapped in a soft purple bathrobe, her hair tucked inside a matching towel, as she leaned in for a kiss.

“I heard you were holding a concert in the bathroom and didn’t want to disturb” A wet strand of hair had escaped her haphazard turban and he curled it around his finger. “Are you, per chance, related to Celestina Warbeck?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Hilarious, Mr Malfoy. I like to sing and I don’t give two hoots if I’m not good at it. I’ll do it anyway!” She scoffed, jabbing her finger to his chest.

“I’ll make sure to learn some tuning charms.” He kissed her lips gently. “Or, keep your mouth otherwise occupied.” He laughed and jumped away as she swatted him.

“You are vile!” She laughed.

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter two

A Dramione story, with a tiny Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover (in the following chapters) inspired by the song 'It's Raining Men'

“Ladies!” said Pansy as she sat down in a plush, turquoise armchair at Sugar & Spice. “Did you see the Prophet yesterday? Skeeter went all out with her spiteful comments. She’s calling us troublesome! But it was good advertising. The shop was so busy today, I think I’m going to have to hire new clerks, and quite possibly double my sewing crew.”

“I had to ward the floo against Harry on Sunday! He kept calling, asking me to get back together.” Ginny scoffed. “He sent a bloody singing gnome while I was in a training session today. With flowers and a poem! Not even an original one, he basically plagiarized the one I wrote for him when I was eleven! I don’t know if it was more embarrassing or ridiculous. And then…” She paused for suspense. “He wrote me a letter, three sentences really, saying that we can wait till after the World Cup to have our first child! He still doesn’t get it!”

“Godric, he’s persistent! I’ll talk to him, Gin.” Hermione chuckled. “I received so many owls I lost count. From every man I’ve dated, save from Ron, including the ones who are now married!” She smirked. “I incedioed them all! I’m totally fed up with men. The toys I bought the other day can keep me happy for a while. I need to detox from all the drama and the paternalism.” She said rolling her eyes.

“Oh, those toys were a smart purchase! I tried the one that looks like a little bunny and it provided for a very entertaining hour. I can’t wait to try the others!” Luna giggled.

“A toast!” Laughed Pansy lifting her cappuccino. “To muggle sex toys and letting men stew in their own juice!” The others followed her example.