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The things nobody says

Chapter 2 is now up

She slept less and less every night. She managed to focus on work when she was in the office, but as soon as she was done for the day, she would start spiralling. Episodes like the one she’d had when she first found out started happening more often. By the end of the third trimester, she had at least one a day when Steve was away and two or three times a week when he was home.

Until, one day, she had a very ugly episode at work. She panicked after one of those endless, useless, meetings that could have been an email. She was about to leave the conference room, thinking how it had all been a waste of time and she should have left hours ago. A voice in her head had said that if the babies had already been born she would have been in trouble. She would have been late picking them up from day-care and, if that happened too often, social services would have to be called and her children would be taken away from her because she was a terrible mother. Then, her children would hate her forever and they would get into bad friendships, and then they would get addicted to drugs or alcohol and they would get in trouble with the law and end up in jail and it would all be her fault.

She collapsed on a chair, her pupils dilated, her breath frantic. She tried to get back in control of her body but people where all over her, touching her, telling her what to do, shouting over one another. An ambulance was called and she was taken to a hospital. After her breathing and heartrate had been brought back to normal, she had been taken to the psychiatric ward.

Great, now everyone would think she was crazy!

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

A surprise update, because I felt like it.

After dinner, Hermione went to her rooms, as she was sipping her tea and wondering whether she wanted to read a muggle novel or an ancient book on transfiguration she had bought before the beginning of the school year, someone knocked on her door.

“Come in!” She called. A shock of platinum blond hair peeked inside the door.

“Hey, Granger. I know we’re done with the planning but… I have cinnamon rolls.” He smiled pushing a small pink box inside.

“And you know I could never say no to cinnamon rolls! I’ve showed you my weak spot and you’re taking advantage of it.” Chuckled Hermione. “Come in, Malfoy. I just made tea. Milk no sugar, as always?”

“What are you reading tonight, Granger?” he asked.

“I haven’t decided yet. Why don’t you choose?” She pointed towards her bookcase.

He stood there, looking at the titles and then took out a book and handed it to her.

“The Picture of Dorian Grey. Interesting choice, Malfoy. Have you read it before?” She asked.

“No, I’ve never heard of it actually. Is it muggle?”

“It is, but it’s about a magical portrait of sort.”

He sat down next to her as she began to read out loud.

“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses…”

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 3

They ran through the gates and up the hill, they rushed though the entrance hall and, when they reached the Headmistress’ office, they found all the other professors talking loudly over one another. When Minerva saw Hermione and Malfoy she shouted “QUIET!” And everyone was silent at once. 

“Hermione, Draco. I suppose you encountered the same… difficulties as the others.” She looked at them with a pinched expression.

Hermione placed the seven books on the desk, still catching her breath. “It would seem so. I thought we should read them. I bought two sets.”

“Very well, I need to speak to the Minister about this. I will see you all at dinner. I hope to have some updates by then.” 

The professors dispersed, Hermione went to her room and took a nice warm bath, with a generous amount of her lemon and rosemary bath salts because she needed to clear her head. Once she was more relaxed, clean, dry and perfectly dressed, in muggle jeans and a blue sweater, because even in full summer the Castle tended to be chilly in the evening, she sat on her sofa and started reading the first book. “Harry Potter and the Philosopher stone.”

She had just finished reading chapter six, and had had the ‘pleasure’ of reading ‘She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.’ When she realized that it was time to go to the teachers’ room for dinner.

“Bossy.” She thought. “I’m not bossy, at all.”

She entered the teachers’ room, everyone but Minerva was already there. The professors were talking among themselves about the day’s unforeseen, even though professor Trelawney claimed to have had a vision last week, events.

Malfoy was alone, sitting in the same chair he had occupied in the morning. She sat beside him and he asked. “How far have you read?”

“We just arrived with the Hogwarts express. You were introduced much earlier than I was, chapter 5 ‘boy with a pale pointed face’ and then a whole conversation to introduce us readers to your snootiness.”

“I don’t have a pointed face!” He huffed in protest.

“Not now, maybe. But you were a pointy-faced little ferret in first year!” She giggled.

“And what did the author have to say about you?” He asked with his signature smirk.

“Nothing you haven’t said to me yourself: bushy hair, big teeth, bossy voice. I’m basically being bullied all over again. By a book, no less! A betrayal if ever there was one!” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

Trailblazing & Stargazing

New wip 'The things nobody says'

Original work about the hard things in pregnancy and motherhood nobody tells you beforehand.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - chapter 2

Trailblazing & Stargazing Chapter 11

Reblog for a larger sample size!

No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.

I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

When the Wizarding World found out about the Harry Potter Saga, and Hermione Granger discovered smutty fan-fiction.

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. 

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

Coming soon!!

Mr Stewart spoke “Lyn, did you sign June up for some fancy school?”

“No, I did not.” She paused and took in the sight of Hermione and Draco, standing in the middle of her living room, wearing clothes that would have been perfect in a museum exhibition.

Hermione was seriously reconsidering her choice of clothing,. “Hello Ms Stewart, June. I’m Professor Hermione Granger, this is Professor Draco Malfoy and we teach at…” June cut in excitedly “Hogwarts! You teach at Hogwarts! But, wait, aren’t you supposed to work at the Ministry of Magic and become the youngest Minister ever? It said so in the epilogue! And why is HE with you? Didn’t he bully you? You’re friends now? How is Harry doing, by the way?” The girl looked expectantly at Hermione, who was totally speechless. Ms Stewart tried to talk to her daughter. “June dear, Hogwarts doesn’t exist, these people are actors, they are probably here to advertise something. I’m sorry, but we’re not interested in buying anything.” Ms Stewart was ushering them towards the door when Hermione pulled herself together.

“I’m sorry, you took me by surprise there, but I really need to talk to you. Your daughter has, indeed, been selected for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which you should know nothing about, by the way. May I ask where you got all this information?” June took Hermione’s hand and led her to the sofa, leaving her mother and Draco behind. Mr Stewart was still staring from the kitchen door. Eventually the other adults recovered enough to go sit in the living room.

A snippet from chapter 1 of Trailblazing & Stargazing

Voldemort was dead. Again. They had made it back to present day, safe and sound. The children had gone back to Hogwarts. The grownups, including none other than reformed Death Eater, former school bully, overall nightmare of their childhood Draco Malfoy, had spent a few hours at Grimmauld Place going over the latest events. Harry and Ginny seemed to have finally accepted that Albus was a Slytherin and Scorpius Malfoy was his best friend. They were going to have to deal with the ferret more in the future and were trying to digest that. Ron still didn’t like Draco one bit, but Hermione appreciated the fact that they had both been civil to each other. 

She dreaded the moment Ron would realize that Scorpius had a huge crush on Rose, and the feeling was probably mutual, although Rose herself didn’t seem to be aware of that just yet. She thought Malfoy had changed dramatically, long gone was the spoiled racist brat he had been in school. The war had changed him, just like it had changed them, and the whole tragedy of his wife’s blood curse and subsequent death had left deep scars on him. He was now a generous man and he was still trying to atone for his sins, most of society had forgiven him but he couldn’t seem to forgive himself. Scorpius was a nice kid as well, he looked just like his dad at that age but had a kind smile instead of a mean smirk. He’d grow up to be a good man, without his father’s traumatic past. Draco was a good dad, much unlike Lucius.

Hermione and Ron apparated back into the garden and walked inside their empty two-story brick house. When they had married they had chosen to live in a muggle town on the outskirts of London, similar to where she had grown up. They had muggle technology, like a fridge and a TV, and magical commodities such as floo connection and owl post. Both she and Ron had gotten driving licenses and the children had attended muggle primary school, together with the Potters, before going to Hogwarts. They had the best of both worlds and Hermione really wanted to make it easier for other wizarding families to do the same.

“I’ll make some tea. Are you hungry?” asked Ron, nervously threading his hand through his slightly thinning, but still very brightly ginger, hair. 

“Yes please! I’m starving, really! I’m too old for battling evil wizards, I’m afraid.” Replied Hermione sitting down on the sofa. 

Her hair was still wild, as if it struggled to contain her energy, but some strands here and there were turning grey and she had a few thin lines at the corners of her eyes. She was never one to care about glamour charms or muggle make-up. She showed the signs of her age proudly, she had earned every one of them through the pain, joy, loss and achievement she had gone through in her 41 years of life. Not that she was old, but society always expected women to look like horny teenagers and she would have none of that rubbish.

She picked up one of the many scrolls of parchment her personal assistant had left on the coffee table, as per previous agreement, for her to review. The wizarding world hadn't stopped while the Golden Trio was traveling through time to prevent history from changing for the worst, she had to keep up. She took her job as Minister of Magic very seriously, she was trying to change the future, thank you very much.

Ron handed her a steaming cup of tea and, not finding any room on the table, sat down balancing a plate of samosas on his knee. 

“You know I love you, right?” he said with a deep sigh while nervously tapping his fingers on a cushion. 

“Of course I do, I love you too Ron, you are my best friend.” Her eyes never lifted from the parchment as she replied and took a samosa from the plate. She took a bite, enjoying the spicy goodness within and then sipped her tea, still reading. 

“You are my best friend too ‘Mione.” He stopped for a second and swallowed air, his Adam’s apple slightly bobbing. “That’s why I think we should get a divorce.”

Trailblazing & stargazing. A dramione story of women empowering women, love, and growth. Chapter 9 is now online.