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#hermione: divorced
dramioneasks · 3 months
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With/Without You - Stein048 - E, WIP - Based off/Inspired by the movie “Me Before You”. Draco Malfoy has been living alone at Malfoy Manor- that is, except for the constant presence of his mother and father. An accident at the Ministry left him paralyzed from the waist down. For five years, his sour mood has run off every healer his parents have hired. That is, until they receive an offer from a witch that very well may be just as stubborn, if not more so, than their son. Hermione Granger is a bright and outgoing witch who is up for a challenge; word is, Draco is cynical and rude to every caretaker and none of the healers are willing to work with him, but that does not deter her. Her unforgiving, bold and optimistic personality begins to chip away at the ice around Draco’s heart, and as their bond deepens, will he find a reason worth living?
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momo-t-daye · 7 months
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"Perpetual" + "Serpent" =Ouroboros, right?
Just a fast and silly comic for two Unofficial Snaptober 2023 prompts of Sirius trying to talk about Severus behind his back. The reverse ouroboros just seemed like a most dreadful and devastating insult!
(queued as I am out camping to see the annular eclipse)
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monkshooded · 2 months
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So sick of the "independent and feisty" hermione characterisation... this is a woman who smells her crush in love potions, sees him in magical mirrors of desire, calms down at his scent, and threatens to kill him if he even considers divorce
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goblinmatriarch · 1 year
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My beautiful baby is finally birthed into the world, screaming and covered in viscera!
Title: The Practice of Everyday Life
Words: nearly 70k
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Draco/Harry, Pansy/Hermione, background Pansy/Neville
Tags: semi-epilogue compliant; in that the Golden Trio had all the marriages and kids; but with a 10-year delay; and subsequent divorces; The Golden Trio; Silver Trio; magical lore; Rituals; Pureblood Culture; Potter Children; Granger-Weasley children; Snark; wildly unnecessary snark; children are fucking monsters istg; why am I writing parenting; this is meant to be escapism; what is wrong with me????; Banter; Dad Harry; BAMF Ginny Weasley; chill ron; successful hermione; Ministry Bureaucracy; The Ministry of Magic is Corrupt; Pandemic; Clearly I'm exorcising some shit here; Slow Burn; Drinking; like not a lot of drinking; but it's in there
Summary: After the War, Harry married Ginny, had three beautiful children, and remained best friends with Hermione and Ron, who had two children of their own, and they all were happily married until they weren't. Harry and Hermione are both struggling to navigate post-divorce parenting, Ministry careers, and then this fucking pandemic hits. If that wasn't bad enough, Draco Malfoy reappears out of nowhere with worrying information about magical wards falling and the future of magic itself at risk. Harry and Hermione will have to navigate horrifying bureaucracy, complex magical rituals, confusingly sexy Slytherins, and Having It All
Read it on AO3
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harmonyandco · 1 year
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Harry has a curse involving weddings. Every single one he attends turns into a disaster. Bill and Fleur's wedding was attacked by Voldemort, and believe it or not, things have only gotten worse since then. When nothing happened at his wedding with Ginny, well, consensus is that nothing the curse could come up with was worse than their actual marriage. Now divorced and getting married to Hermione, he's actually glad that huge storm was developing.
@johnburtonlee
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wednesdaynott · 1 year
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“DAMMIT DRACO THAT'S NOT THE BRAKE. Oh, fucking wonderful. Now we're in the ditch." 
With more dramatic flair than was strictly necessary, Pansy popped off her seatbelt and jumped out of the car; Draco following closely behind her. Coughing from the smoke billowing out from under the hood of his Lexus, she waved her arm as he kicked a tire.
“Fuck. FUCK.”
Throwing himself down in a fit of rage, he kicked his feet like a petulant toddler screaming obscenities into the trees behind the car.
“So what do we do now?” Pansy asked when she’d finally quit coughing. “Do we call a- whatever it is that muggles call when their death traps malfunction?”
“No,” Draco groaned. “Because I left my muggle wallet at home.”
“Cool. So then we call-”
“No.”
“I’m sorry, do you even know another muggleborn? Much less one that would help us?”
“I have some muggle connections, I’ll have you know.”
“Anyone who isn’t related to Granger? I mean, yeah, you know her dad, but I can’t imagine you wanna call up Richard Granger and say, “Hey, remember me? Your former son-in-law that served your daughter with divorce papers right after Christmas Eve Mass two years ago?”
“Well, that was low.”
“Yeah, that was really petty. We all thought so.”
“NO. It was- Look, I don’t want to call her.”
“Fine. I’ll call her.”
“And the reason,” Draco raised his voice dramatically. “I don’t want to call her is because I don’t want her to know that I-”
Pansy gave him a look that plainly said, “You what?” But she refrained from asking the question aloud.
“I promised her when we were engaged that I would learn to drive one of these.”
“Oh, so you don’t want her to know that you’re learning now so you can pick up muggle women? I don’t think she cares. I mean, you two work together fine now. She didn’t even care when you went out with Astoria last week.”
“No,” he sighed and laid back on the ground. 
“Oh my god.”
“Pansy, don’t make a big deal out of this.”
“You’re trying to win her back.”
“Pleasepleaseplease do not make anything out of this.”
“YOU STILL LOVE HER.”
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schmem14 · 2 months
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WIP SNIP {Insert Day of the Week}
Thanks for the tag, @vukovich (x)
Here's a Modern/Muggle AU I'm tinkering with featuring hot himbo swim instructor Draco and not just one but TWO unlikely admirers!
snip 1:
Ron sat in one of the chairs after the twins got called into the pool, pulled his phone out to text his best friend when the sight of Malfoy’s ridiculous, beach blonde hair caught his eye again.  
He looked up, studying Malfoy as he wandered down the line of swimmers, his face still plastered with that ridiculous smile. 
He seemed like he was happy. The concept felt so foreign that Ron began to wonder if he’d ever seen Malfoy happy in all the years they’d been at school together. 
Ron noticed other things as well, unable to help himself. 
Malfoy’s black tank top and short blue shorts showed off a well-toned body—Ron wondered if he still worked out on top of swimming— and his face, though pointy as it always was, had filled out into a sharp, striking jawline. 
Ron wasn’t admiring him, exactly. He was just trying to find the flaw, the crack. 
What would it take to get Malfoy to show his true colors?
When Malfoy came back out thirty minutes later to signal the end of class, Ron still hadn’t stopped staring, and he hadn’t found an answer to his question. 
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Five minutes into the book, Hermione sighed, snapping the covers shut. A total dud. She’d already solved the murder, figured out who was going to die, predicted the dull, lifeless romantic subplot, and ascertained that the smut would probably be subpar if the descriptions of the size zero D cup green-eyed redheaded femme fatale was any indication. 
Straight to Goodwill with this one. 
Hermione glanced through the window to watch Hugo swim down the lap of the pool, his splashes abnormally large and cumbersome. His teacher was a petite, button-nosed doll of a woman with water-slicked black hair and eyes the color of burnt caramel. 
Hermione watched the teacher work her magic, her hands steady as they straightened Hugo’s hips, guiding his kicks straighter than he’d been able to accomplish in lessons with Ron. 
A flash of blonde caught her eye and Hermione found herself studying someone entirely different. 
Someone she shouldn’t be studying. 
The problem with Draco was, he presented a puzzle to be solved, and with twenty-five minutes remaining, Hermione found the prospect irresistible. 
Maybe it was the lavender shorts with two-inch inseams that pulled across his tight, muscled bottom when he crouched to listen to what one of the teachers was saying. Perhaps it was the mid-calf black wave patterned socks that should’ve been tacky but weren’t. It had to be the way his arms pulled when he folded them. Or the strand of hair dangling over his eye when he bent his neck to scribble a note on his clipboard. 
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katsiperennial · 1 year
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“We could just pretend,” Hermione said, her voice broken and weak.
Draco pinched his brow, a tired expression on his face, ever present these days; she knew because she wore its match. “And you think Scorpius will buy it?” he asked.
She sipped her tea long grown cold. “At least until the paperwork is finalized.”
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deepshadows2 · 2 years
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Title: i'll be alright, just not tonight Main Pairing(s): Hermione & Severus Rating: T Complete Y/N: yes Word Count: 3819 Summary: “Congratulations are in order, it seems,” a deep and unexpected voice shook her from her thoughts. Hermione glanced up at Severus Snape, securing her well trained smile into place. “Oh, yes, thank you.” Hermione hadn’t expected Romilda would have invited him. Yes, Severus was part of their department, but he hardly interacted with the rest of them, and she didn’t think this was his scene any more than it was hers. Content and Trigger Warnings: Divorce, feelings around Divorce, and some alcohol. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41414682 Authors Notes: A fic exploring how Hermione might feel immediately after her divorce is finalized
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kevergreen · 1 year
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I’m writing a new fic!!!
It’s going to be a long, drama-filled, slightly dark attempt at explaining how Draco and Hermione could end up together in a mostly canon-compliant way. I love fics starring adult Dramione, so I figured I would give it my own shot. 
The first chapter is posted, for your enjoyment!!!
Growth and Failure - Chapter 1: Failure
Hermione Granger was not a coward. Or at least that’s what she told herself. Because with every passing day. Every passing week. Month. Year. She had less and less faith in that statement.
Because at the end of the day, that’s exactly what she thought of herself.
She was both a coward,  and  a failure.
A wet spot appeared on the page before her, smudging her perfect lines around ‘Seychelles’. She sniffed quietly.
September 1st.
Hermione Granger was not a coward.
But maybe, just this once, she could be okay with being a failure.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44464984/chapters/111841120
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brimightwrite · 1 year
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okay hear me out :
what if hermione and ron get divorced and he's giving her a really hard time. he is putting his jobs and his friends and quiditch before his family. hermione is at her wits end and needs help. one day after venting about what she needs to her coworker draco) he offers to step in a help. he could offer help with the kids and pretend to be her boyfriend and basically try to help hermione show ron up. and they go back and forth and when hermione finally agrees she says "you have to ATLEAST let me pay you for your time." and he's like "what like a rent a daddy?" and he smirks at her and she's like oh fuck i forgot i have a secret crush on you.
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jeff davis got me so mad, i wrote dramione fanfic
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downbythebaynotbae · 2 years
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Draco’s redemption arch not actually how I thought it would go
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goblinmatriarch · 2 years
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WIP Snip: Magical Rituals
Hermione shook her head but smiled at him. ‘’I’m a little sketchy on the theory behind this,’’ she cautioned. ‘’I’ve only had a day for research, and I had to squeeze it in around meetings. But it seems that magic isn’t inherently accessible to humans – magical people are always able to feel magic, and when it’s around they’re able to manipulate it to some degree, but the way we conceptualise and interact with magic now is less—’’ she paused at Harry’s weary expression.
‘’OK, what do you think magic is?’’ she tried again. ‘’Like, when you cast a spell, what’s happening?’’
‘’Erm, I guess it’s…inside me? My magical core, or whatever? James do not climb on that! And then when I cast a spell, it like,’’ Harry extended his arm to illustrate, ‘’comes out.’’
‘’Right, exactly, that’s how we think of magic today. But long ago, well before recorded history, magic was more externalised.  Theories vary as to why that changed, but— oh, Hugo, no, spit that out, darling – anyway, the access to magic we have now, where it is attainable and internal, that comes from years of rituals, which,’’ she wrinkled her nose and waved a hand in the air, ‘’well, we aren’t sure exactly. But it’s definitely something to do with communal rituals, shared purpose, shared understanding. Magic is more sentient than most people realise, and—’’
‘’Wait, sentient?’’ Harry interrupted, from where he had squatted on the floor to dig out a snack for Lily. The other children spotted this and ran over demanding snacks as well, so they paused the conversation for a bit.
‘’OK,’’ Harry said, ‘’I guess I can see where magic could be sentient, I’m on board now, carry on.’’
Hermione finished wiping Hugo’s nose, sends him off, and then stared blankly at the snotty tissue in her hand. ‘’Right, so,’’ she started walking over to a rubbish bin, ‘’Magic is somewhat sentient. It can,’’ she paused, considering. ‘’At least, it seems to be able to choose what it does. To understand its role?’
‘’That’s mental,’’ Harry muttered, following her to the bin and unloading some of his accumulated rubbish as well. ‘’We’ve been here like ten minutes; how is there already this much rubbish?’’
Hermione shrugged. ‘’Children almost seem to be sentient as well, Harry. Anyway,’’ she continued briskly, ‘’In order to be fine-tuned enough to understand one person’s specific aim and desire, magic has to be shaped over time by the powerful shared desires of the community.’’
Harry nodded thoughtfully, rubbing his chin. ‘’OK, so you’re saying that a long time ago, some, like, ancient people started some rituals that, er, keep magic, like….available to us, to use. As wizards.’’ He considered this for a moment. ‘’Do we still do the rituals? Or were they, like, a one-time thing?’’
‘’That’s the thing!’’ Hermione exclaimed, followed by ‘’Rose, absolutely not!’’ She turned to Harry. ‘’What the fuck?’’ she whispered. 
He didn’t bother to hide his grin. ‘’She really is your kid.’’
Rose was frozen halfway into the dungavenhooter enclosure, notebook in hand. Her face was half panic, half defiance. ‘’I wanted to see it, and the habitat is too big! I just wanted a better look!’’
Hermione had, by this time, stormed over to her and grabbed her arm to haul her down. ‘’You’ll get a better look right up until it pulverises you with its tail! What on earth were you thinking?’’
As Hermione lectured Rose about safety, Harry tried to distract the rest of the children from their ghoulish enjoyment of the rare incident of Rose getting in trouble by chatting to several of the serpents, then gamely trying parseltongue on a cockatrice.
Hermione insisted that Rose had to stay within two metres of her for the rest of the visit – cast a permeable boundary, even, to illustrate to Rose how far that is. They had all learned how to do that at the start of the pandemic. Rose’s sulky proximity put an end to any chance of picking their conversation back up, so Harry put it out of his mind for now. 
Magical theory had never really been his thing.
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harmonyandco · 9 months
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Harry and Ginny have actually gotten along a lot better after the divorce, making everyone wonder if they were going to get back together. Everyone including Hermione, who was reluctant to reveal her own feelings for Harry if that was likely.
via @johnburtonlee
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wednesdaynott · 1 year
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Updated through chapter 18. Chapter 19 will be up tonight! ✨
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