Hermione X Draco - Blog Posts

Not The Save River, Not The Same Man

Dramione/Tomione, M, 4K, One Shot

Now published on AO3

The building pressure in her abdomen felt treacherous, but there was little point in guilt. The man she left 89 days ago would not be the same person now.

That was the price of playing with the past. She unstitched the fabric of her future with every step that she took. Its threads spooled beneath her feet.

[CW: Non-con due to identity issues, memory loss, implied torture.]

“Those are rotten for you.”

Draco jumped, startled by Granger’s presence. He hadn’t heard her coming. How alarming. He needed to be switched on at all times.

A beat too late, he replied, “What do you reckon will kill me first? This,” he lifted the cigarette, “or the war?”

“They turn your teeth yellow.”

His grin bore no kindness. “Who am I trying to impress?”

He’d joined The Order three weeks ago, shared this house with her for eight days, and this was the first time she’d approached him to chat. He was in no mood.

She shouldered past him into the house. “Goodnight, Malfoy.”

-

Granger reached for his cigarette, incensed. “Put that out! They’ll see it.”

He stretched his hand beyond her reach. “We’re bait. Our job is to be seen.”

“Not so obviously.” She Accio’d the cigarette and extinguished it in a huff. “It’s like you want us to get killed.”

Why was she here? She was too crucial for this role. Too valuable to have Draco, the team pariah, as her back up. If he screwed up, she could die.

She didn’t, of course, because when the crack of Apparation shattered the silence, they fought fiercely side by side.

-

A stone skittered down the cliff face and Draco glanced up to find Granger approaching. She swung her legs over the ledge, sitting beside him.

“Can I have some of that?” Her knuckles were dirt-stained. Tears shiny on her cheeks.

He passed her the cigarette.

She took a generous drag, handed it back to him, then put her head between her hands and began to sob.

He didn’t know how to comfort her.

What was another casualty during war? But Granger internalized every death as if she’d committed it herself.

He offered her another drag.

She wound her arms around him instead, as if the offering had been an invitation to seek comfort from him, and buried her face in his chest.

He stiffened. Flicked the cigarette over the edge of the cliff. Then, gradually, placed his arm around her.

The sun slipped behind the endless woods and still they sat there.

-

Draco stubbed his cigarette beneath his shoe and lit another, pacing back and forth.

“I should be at the Forest of Dean tonight,” he said the moment Kingsley entered the room.

“You’re needed here,” replied Kingsley without give.

“Granger and I have been partners for weeks—”

“We’ve told you not to get comfortable—”

“That’s utter bollocks!”

“She’ll be fine,” interrupted Ginny. “She’s with Ron.”

Draco blew smoke in her face.

“Prick,” she spat, storming away.

-

“It’s not that deep,” insisted Granger. But her voice told him otherwise.

He sent her up to his room. Furiously nicking Blood-Replenishing potion and bandages from the emergency supply.

He cleaned the wound on her arm and wrapped it meticulously. Fuming when she flinched. He would strangle Kingsley with his bare hands. This was why they couldn’t be apart.

As Granger slept, Draco smoked through a pack, never taking his eyes off her. What if the spell had slashed an artery? What if it had been a different curse?

There was no freedom in war, but nobody would stand between him and this witch ever again.

-

He was sharing a dart with Susan Bones when Granger entered the yard.

Unaware they had company, Bones boldly suggested, “I’m down to fuck, if you are.”

Draco watched Granger’s eyes flick between them. Her mouth flattened, and she left wordlessly.

“I’ve got someone,” he said, watching her shadow retreat. He didn’t yet, but hopefully soon.

-

Granger said, “Will you brush your teeth?” as Draco discarded his cigarette.

He considered saying no, but decided it was in his best interest to listen.

In his very best interest, in fact, when she crawled onto his lap upon his return. Large brown eyes blinking up at him. “Do you want to kiss me?” she asked.

He dipped forward to show her exactly what he’d wanted for weeks, but she pressed her fingers over his lips. “Are you sleeping with her?”

He knew who she meant, but still asked, “Who?”

“Susan.”

“Never. Nobody.” He kissed her fingers.

She replaced them with her mouth.

-

“Where are you going?” he growled, as Granger rolled out of bed. It was still dark.

“I’m being summoned.” She searched blindly for her bra, her knickers.

He checked his wand, finding it unnervingly cold. They were separating them again.

He grabbed her wrist, and she stumbled into his arms. “Draco!”

He kissed her deeply, breathlessly. “Run away with me.”

“But—"

“We’ll still fight,” he added, lighting a smoke. “On our own terms. They’re corrupt, Hermione. We’ll wind up dead with them.”

She hesitated. They had discussed this many times. Going rogue. There was more to be done without pseudo-authorities policing their moves. Plus, they couldn’t be apart anymore without losing their minds.

“On one condition,” she declared, snatching the cigarette from his fingers and flicking it away. “You’ll quit smoking.”

He watched it burn out. Then considered the witch in his bed. Perhaps she didn’t know it yet, but he would do anything for her.

Draco and Hermione were gone before sunrise.

(861 words, photo and prompt on twitter)

One of my favourite ships in HP

Writing is hard. Writing fanfiction...is also hard.

In an effort to get back into a groove with my writing and find my author voice again, I've started writing some Dramione (Canon fans, please don't hate me. I love Ron Weasley, but when an idea keeps you awake at night, you have to just go with it).

I'm only about 8,000 words in, but that's 8,000 more words of fiction than I've been able to write in an absurdly long amount of time.

However, here's the tricky bit - I need a beta reader. So...any volunteers?

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 37

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/151563091

As always, I'm late to the party. But anyway, I added chapter 37 and also added the story to the #dramionemonth collection for day 28 - careers free day.

Letters from the past

This was supposed to be a drabble. Just enough for an Instagram post. As it turns out, I am incapable of keeping things short. My take on the secret child prompt. Keep tissues ready because it hurts. @dhrmonth

P.S. I've edited the story on AO3. Why do I insist on posting at night, when I'm dead on my feet and couldn't spot a typo if it slapped me in the face?

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!”

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 20

The month of February was a whirlwind. The Grangers had moved back into their home in Hampstead Garden Suburb, the reform was brought to the Wizengamot for a third time and, as expected, rejected. It would, hopefully, be approved in the second week of March. The Werewolf Integration Act had caused quite a stir and the Ministry had, again, received several howlers.

Her life had been, overall, hectic, but on Friday the 26th she had time to meet with Ginny and Luna for lunch. They met at the Leaky Cauldron because, as lovely as she was, Luna had a tendency to risk breaching the statute of secrecy when out around muggles. Her friends were already sitting at a table when Hermione arrived, she stopped at the bar to order her drink before joining them.

“Hello Hermione!” Said Luna in her dreamy, tinkling voice as she lowered her Spectrespecs from her head to her nose. “You are surprisingly wrackspurt-free. I’m glad to see things are turning out all right.”

“Hello Luna! I am, in fact, doing rather well, all things considered. How are you?” Hermione said as she sat down with her friends at the wooden table, hanging her bag on the back of her chair.

“I’m doing well, settling down in Hogsmeade, I’ve already met with Minerva and Hagrid about my teaching position next year. But Ginny has news. Her head is full of wrackspurts but she won’t tell me why, she wanted to wait for you and not have to repeat it.”

“What news, Ginny?” Asked Hermione as she accepted her butterbeer from the waiter.

“I’ve received an offer from the Harpies. They want to hire me as second coach, I’d become Head Coach when Sylvie Goray retires next year.” Said Ginny before taking a long sip of her butter beer.

“That is great Ginny!” Exclaimed Hermione.

“Oh, yes. A thrilling prospect!” Chimed Luna.

“It is, and I’m honored. But I’m not sure. I haven’t told Harry yet.” Ginny sighed, slouching.

“Why not? Surely he’d support you.” Hermione placed a comforting hand on Ginny’s arm.

“He would, but working as a coach would mean I’d be away most weekends. During the week Harry comes home late every night. We would hardly see each other anymore.”

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 12 - The Actual Epilogue 2019

Hermione stepped through the floo at 12 Grimmauld place and found herself in the midst of what seemed like a hurricane. Two trunks were piled in a corner, two identical owls hooted in their cages. Shouts came from somewhere on the upper floor. Hermione stepped away from the fireplace as the green flames spat out another trunk that she proceeded to levitate next to the other two. The flames lit up again and her daughter came out holding her black cat familiar, soon followed by her husband who was holding the carrier.

“Alya, put Pugsley in the carrier, please. Draco, get out of the way from the floo, I’m sure Ron will be coming through soon enough.”

Alya Granger-Malfoy, a wisp of an 11-year-old girl who had inherited her mother’s wit and her father’s smirk, nuzzled against her familiar’s soft, black fur before placing him in the carrier that her father was holding for her. Then, platinum curls bouncing, she ran upstairs to meet her cousins. Well, they weren’t cousins, really, but they might as well be since they had grown up together.

“Hello Auntie Ginny!” she shouted, already halfway up the stairs.

“Hi Alya, tell my kids to hurry up, will you? Godric knows I’ve yelled enough for today!” She entered the kitchen. “Hi Hermione! Hey there, ferret! Ready to be finally rid of your kid?”

“Hi Ginny! We won’t really be getting rid of her, though. We will be teaching her classes!” Said Hermione, quickly hugging her friend.

“Hey Weaslette! I can’t believe my precious little Wednesday is leaving the nest! I’m not sure how I’ll survive without our goodnight snuggles. I hope she’s sorted in Slytherin, I’ll just have to go read her a story in her dorm.” Draco said mournfully.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! You will do no such thing!” Glared Hermione. “She will enjoy her years in Hogwarts like any other student and you will not smother her, or else! And, anyway, she will be a Gryffindor.”

The floo came alive and Ron came through, soon followed by Remus, his 14-year-old son who looked exactly like him at that age, two trunks and then Hyacinth, his 11-year-old daughter, and Hannah Weasley, née Abbott, his wife. Hyacinth was tall for her age and had Weasley hair but her features were softer and she looked very much like her mother, with dreamy brown eyes.