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[karinagiada]

“I’m always game for destruction.” -DFS

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[senlinyu]

Since ao3 is down, here is a thing that was supposed to be a twitter drabble but it got too long so I forgot about it for eight months.

Dying Wish

//open ended, pining Draco, theomione, Dramione (vaguely), Tragic Theo.

Almost everyone said that Theodore Nott marrying Hermione Granger was unexpected but not surprising. Theo had always been academically insufferable, and Granger was infamously so. The relationship could have almost been called inevitable.

Everyone had stories about the absurdly saccharine workplace romance that unfolded. Coworkers by coincidence, they both showed up for a cancelled meeting, the waiting led to a shared project, and from there a whirlwind relationship.

They were engaged within a year.

A beautiful couple, a perfect match. Despite Theo possessing the near fatal flaw of having been in Slytherin, he compensated for any suspicion held by Granger’s friends by having a tragic life story practically from the moment of conception. A mother who’d died horribly young, and a monster of a father who’d always considered his son a bitter disappointment.

Theo had never taken the Dark Mark, he’d played no part in the war. He was self-deprecating and funny, and knew how to make people like him because he cared about people liking him. The kind of man who was perfectly happy to become ‘Hermione Granger’s husband,’ unlike the previous boyfriends who always wanted her bright but not ‘too bright’.

Draco was happy for Theo. In a very detached and uninvolved way. He wasn’t such a cunt that he would resent his best friend for finding love, even if it was with a person he habitually went out of his way to avoid.

Granger was, after all, a menace with a vicious protective streak, and a known right hook. Draco, in fact, knew it personally. No one was ever going to hurt Theo again, she would make sure of it.

Theo, for his part, had spent his entire life looking for someone who’d let him love them completely. Someone to give his heart and soul to. His adoration for Granger was nauseating, an ocean of unplumbed depths.

The stars seemed to align for them, every piece falling into place to create a perfect match: Two positively revolting swots joined in matrimonial bliss, happy as could be.

No one asked Draco if he wanted to be in excruciating proximity to the entire affair, and yet he somehow was. He helped Theo plan his proposal, and then had to listen to Theo practise his speech over and over without wincing, and then illuminate over five hundred fairy lights , cue a quartet, and then fling a garden’s worth of rose petals into the air, before apparating silently away.

He was the best man. He planned Theo’s stag night. Slapped him across the face when he started hyperventilating, kept the rings from getting lost, and signed as witness to the union.

When it was done and they were off on their honeymoon, he left the reception, and went to Greece for six months in order to detox from the entire revolting affair.

When he finally forced himself to go back, he coddled himself by ignoring most of their invitations, and only accepted the ones where he could arrive late and leave early and barely speak to the hosts.

Eventually Theo stopped bothering him.

After all, it was bad enough to hear how revoltingly happy they were together without seeing them.

Malfoys were emotionally repressed on principle. His father used to say that falling in love was something only poor people did.

If Draco had to witness Granger making cow eyes at Theo, he would suffer indigestion, and his mother had always said he was constitutionally delicate.

He didn’t particularly like company anyway, and Theo’s friends were mostly Granger’s friends, which was not a circle Draco ever felt comfortable in.

His uninvolvement was going swimmingly until he received a short, informal note in shaky writing.

‘I need to see you. Please come. Theo.’

Draco had always been better at refusing formal invitations than personal ones. What the fuck would Theo suddenly want? After all these years?

He tried to ignore it, but the vagueness ate at him, niggling at his curiosity until he gritted his teeth and apparated to Nott manor.

Instead of an elf, or a butler at least answering the door it was Granger herself who opened it.

“Malfoy, you’ve finally come. Theo will be so relieved.”

He swallowed hard.

It had been a few years since he’d seen her in person. Wasn’t she supposed to be blissfully married? Weren’t happy people supposed to glow or something?

She’d been glowing at the wedding. Draco remembered all clearly the way her face had lit up when all the lights illuminated and music started, and Theo, despite Draco’s repeated warnings, was on his knees reciting a poem he’d written for her.

Draco had nearly died from second hand embarrassment.

The memory of how happy she’d looked while Theo compared her to the moon in iambic pentameter before hundreds of people, had been seared irrevocably into his skull. It would probably still haunt when he was a ghost.

She was not glowing at all now. She looked sad, and tired.

“Granger,” he said, even though he was excruciatingly aware that she was married.

He expected her to correct him out of habit, and then he’d retort that she would always be Granger to him, and then they would exchange empty banter and it would pass as conversation, but instead she just said, “Theo’s upstairs,” and led the way.

Draco expected to be led to a study, or a horrible mad scientist type lab designed for two, but instead it was a dark bedroom.

Draco baulked at the doorway, and Granger went in. He could hear the hushed murmur of voices and then she came back.

“He’s awake and having a good day, call if you need anything.” Then she left him there.

Draco watched her vanish back down the stairs before setting his jaw and entering the room. Theo was pale as a sheet, propped up with pillows, his face lit up at the sight of Draco.

“You did come, you old bastard.”

“Yes,” Draco said awkwardly. “Is Granger finally poisoning you for your family fortune?”

He’d prefer to avoid greetings or comments about how long it had been, or asking what was wrong. It was clear that something was incredibly wrong. Theo was thin and greyish, everything about him faded, not at all the picture of health Draco had assumed he would be.

That he was supposed to be.

Theo gave a wan smile. “I wouldn’t blame her, but no. My mother, you might not remember, it was a maladiction that killed her. Apparently I inherited it. Another thing my father didn’t manage to beat out of me.”

Draco’s chest clenched. “Theo, I’m—”

Theo shook his head. “It’s fine. I’ve—worked through it. Mostly. There are stages to grief apparently. That’s what the books say. I’ve moved through denial, anger, bargaining and depression. It’s not entirely a linear process but I’m mostly at the acceptance point now. Figured we should say goodbye.”

Draco just stared at him. “You can’t be serious. You invited me here for goodbyes? Fuck off. You can’t just give up like that. You’re married. You have a wife, you can’t die and leave—“

“If there was a fucking cure, Hermione would have found it,” Theo cut him off, his usually soft voice hardening in a defensive way that startled Draco. “We’ve looked. We’ve tried everything. You’d know that, if you’d ever come around. She’s been trying for years. Admitting she couldn’t—she tried so hard.”

Draco felt like he’d been struck. “I—I’m sorry. Of course you did. I’ve been away. Busy. I have responsibilities.”

Theo rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “It’s alright, I know now why you didn’t.”

Theo sat up slowly. His body seemed shrunken, like a breath of wind could carry him away. “That’s why I needed to see you. I wanted to apologise. I’m sorry for not realising it sooner. I should have. Looking back—it’s so obvious.”

Draco forced a laugh. He had no idea what Theo was talking about but he was really not enjoying the conversation.

“Realising what? What’s obvious?”

“That you’re in love with Hermione.”

Draco’s entire body went stiff, something inside him crumbled and died as his heart stopped completely. His voice failed him the first several times he tried to speak. He looked away, clearing his throat repeatedly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You sound mad.” He fidgeted with the potions on Theo’s bedside table, peering at them. “What kind of potions does Granger have you on?”

Theo slumped back, his eyes fluttering closed, his eyelids looked almost bruised with exhaustion. “I think back a lot. Mostly the years since the war, once my father was gone and things were getting better. I was remembering how much time we used to spend together. You were doing community service for probation, that elves thing Hermione founded. And I was going from one bad relationship to the next like some sad puppy.” He opened his eyes. “I was remembering how whenever I told you about anyone I dated, you always used to sneer and said they weren’t good enough for me, and gave the worst relationship advice ever. You Sabotaged me.”

“You had terrible taste,” Draco retorted, still sorting through the potions and still not liking at all the direction the conversation was going in. “It was a mercy on my part.”

“When I told you about Hermione, that I ran into her, and I asked you what you thought, do you remember what you said?”

“I can’t say I do,” Draco lied.

“You said I’d never be good enough for her. Then the next week, you came around again, and I remember you looked terrible and I assumed you’d had another fight with your parents, and you told me if I was serious, I should get a job at the Ministry, mentioned the rumour she’d had a time-turner at school. She was the only person you gave useful relationship advice about. Looking back, I don’t think it would have happened without you. Any of it.”

“Theo—“ Draco shifted awkwardly, having run out of potions to look at, “—it was just a joke, You can’t assume things like that. Granger? Really? Of anyone I could have feelings for. Your wife?” He exhaled raggedly. “Have you forgotten our history? Unlike you, I was a Death Eater. I was in the war. Even before then, I was awful, and they brought her to the manor and I—“

He’s rambling, he knew he was rambling. He needed to fucking shut up.

“I would never have been able to—“ His voice failed and there was a stone lodged in the bottom of his throat and he just stood there trying to keep from smashing everything within reach.

He needed a drink.

He threw a hand up, suddenly angry and turned on Theo, glaring. “It was just a fucking joke. I don’t even remember it.”

Theo simply nodded. “You were right though. I wasn’t good enough for her.”

Draco scoffed at that, turning away, inspecting the view. “I’m sure you did just fine. I always heard that you two were revoltingly happy. People said you were like some storybook couple. You two were good for each other—that’s really all that—“

He was stammering again.

He cut himself off. “You were happy together. Everyone said you made her happy. And I don’t do happiness, it gives me a rash.”

“Shut up,” Theo’s voice sharpened. “Fuck. I forgot how much you talk when you’re lying.”

He gave a heavy sigh. “You wanted us together, didn’t you? You engineered it.”

Draco gave a long suffering sigh. “Theo, you’re a moron. Just because you claim to be dying doesn’t mean I’m going to put up with a conspiracy theory that I’m in love with your wife.”

“Fuck off. You were my only friend, and you were the only reason I didn’t accidentally sabotage the relationship. All the times I would have rushed things, you stopped me. You were the reason why I managed to pull off all my harebrain romantic schemes. You made it work. And somehow I ended up married with the friends and family I always wanted, that you knew I wanted, and where the fuck did you go? Where have you been since then? Not here, that's for sure.”

Draco glanced out the window. “You wanted a new start, Theo. It was all you talked about once your father was in Azkaban. I was the past. Once you were married, you didn’t need me anymore. I was a hindrance.”

“You manipulated me,” Theo said, looking unreasonably infuriated for someone who’d gotten to marry the love of his life. “You self-loathing fuck. You thought you had it all worked out, had everything puppet-mastered. You nudged me right into her path to love her for you. Pushed us together so you would be alone the way you’ve convinced yourself you deserve to be.” He sounded winded. “Fuck. I’d punch you if I had the strength. And the thing I’m the most pissed off about, is that I was so enamoured, I didn’t notice. I thought it all worked perfectly that time because it was meant to.”

If Theo was expecting a confession he was going to be terribly disappointed.

“Maybe it did. I don’t know what you expect me to say about any of this. Even if any of that were true, what does it matter?”

“It matters,” Theo said.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“It matters because you have to take care of her when I’m gone.”

Draco’s heart stalled for a second time, but he recovered faster. “I’m sure you can get everything arranged in advance so she’ll be fine.”

“That’s what I’m doing right now. I can’t ask her friends to do this. They love her, but they don’t understand how to care for her. She takes care of everyone, but she doesn’t remember to take care of herself. She needs someone to be selfish for her, who will do whatever it takes to put her first. I can’t be your proxy anymore, it has to be you now.”

Draco’s neatly manicured nails were biting into his palm, he didn’t even know when his fists had clenched. “Theo…”

“I have spent so much time worrying about her, feeling like I can’t go because who’d be here to make sure she was alright. I’ve considered everyone, and when I got to you, I brushed you off at first, because you used to talk about how you couldn’t stand her. But eventually I wondered, why did you do so much to bring us together? If you really hated her so much. You always knew what she’d like. You figured things out about her that it took me ages to piece together. And you’re actually a rather shit liar, now that I’ve been thinking about it, if you’d really hated her, you would have been a lot nastier than you were.”

“I still don’t see the point in this conversation,” Draco said in a bored tone. “Granger can take care of herself. Especially with your fortune.”

Theo exhaled, like he was too tired now to fight anymore. “You are missing the point on purpose and we both know it.”

Draco did not know any such thing, still it was difficult to keep looking at Theo and he turned away.

“You did a good job at it. I’ll admit, you are the manipulative person I have ever known, if I weren’t dying, I probably would have never known. But now it’s my turn to be manipulative.”

“Well a good rule of thumb is not to tell the person you’re trying to manipulate that you’re doing it,” Draco said in a dry voice, turning to face him.

Theo was holding up his wand and had a wry smile on his face. “Fair enough. But I do have one final piece of leverage.”

Comprehension slowly dawned on him. “Theo, don’t you—“

“Draco Malfoy, it is my dying wish that you care for my wife when I am gone. Support her in her grief, and help her find joy in her future. Be there for her once I can’t be. Help her find herself again. Do you accept?”

Death Wishes were magic out of old grimoires. The kind that only insufferable people like Theo Nott would know how to perform.

Usually they were curses pronounced as the person died, but a rare iteration was rather like an Unbreakable Vow, if Draco refused, Theo would not pass on after death but instead linger as a ghost, attempting to fulfil the wish himself. If Draco accepted and then broke his word, Theo would come back from the afterlife and haunt him.

Bullshit all around either way.

Theo’s wand pulsed with magic, waiting for Draco’s answer.

Draco stood glaring at him. “I hate you.”

Theo glared right back. “If you weren’t such a self-sabotaging, self-loathing moron I wouldn’t have to do this. You think I want you hanging around my wife? I don’t. But being your proxy was also a shit realisation, consider this my way of getting even. You will make Hermione happy and you will get over your self-hatred and do it yourself this time or I will haunt you and I will make sure Hermione knows exactly why it is that I’m doing it. Do you accept?”

The magic was humming louder, growing brighter and Theo was beginning to turn translucent as though the magic was draining his life from him.

“Fine. Yes! I accept.”

The magic flared out and flew across the room, striking Draco and fading into him. He clutched at his chest but the light had gone.

He looked up.

“Fuck you, you manipulative bastard,” Draco finally said, his heart was pounding.

Theo just gave another wry smile. “You know, that’s exactly what I wanted to say when you walked in.” He sank back into bed, looking winded. “I’m glad you came to see me. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t and I was going to have to come up with a whole extra scheme. You saved me a lot of trouble. All worth it for Hermione though, right?”

Draco turned without another word and headed toward the door, desperate to be gone, even though he could feel Theo’s wish like a brand inside his soul waiting to come alive.

“You should go see Hermione,” Theo’s voice followed him, already threatening to haunt him. “You know, she admitted once to fancying you a bit back when you were volunteering at the charity. She’d planned to ask you out, but you never came around after your probation was over.”

#Dramione #draco malfoy #theomione

[grangertrash]

I love that the fandom has collectively agreed that Theodore Nott is a delightful little shit 😊💚

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"You must be bloody charmed by me, huh?" Theo teases. Hermione rolls her eyes at his comment. With a playful smile, she says, "Shut up and kiss me again."

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[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist

FINALLY a kiss.

Draco found her in the gym early the next morning, running on a treadmill. She was dressed in black leggings and a purple sports bra, her hair tied up in a ponytail atop her head.

With earbuds in her ears, similar to the ones they used at the museum, she was running at a steady, quick pace, her legs swift and feet light against the rubber belt.

But her eyes were red rimmed and wary and her lips were pressed together as she stared at the mirror in front of her.

Draco hopped onto the treadmill beside her and together, they ran. She avoided his eyes in the mirror in front of them. But they continued to run, for as long as it took her to get out whatever it was she needed to work through.

They ran until the sweat ran down his neck and the middle of his back. Until the hairs at the nape of his neck and at his forehead were drenched.

Granger had sweat running down her neck and down the middle of her breasts. Her mid-drift glistened in the lights of the indoor gym.

When she finally pressed the STOP button on the machine, she removed her earbuds and slid them into the slim pocket of her leggings.

“You look sad.” Draco said as he stepped off of his treadmill.

She forced a dull smile as she moved to the other side of the gym. Throwing down a mat, she settled herself onto it with her legs stretched out in front of her.

“I’m not sad.” She leaned over and reached for the tips of her toes.

Draco stood above her, very much appreciating her flexibility and lifted the hem of his shirt to dab at the sweat running down the side of his face.

“Talk to me about last night, Granger.” He dropped his shirt and waited for her to hold her count. When she leaned back, she looked up at him and shrugged.

“Last night could have gone much better.”

Draco snorted. “I agree. But, what about last night bothered you the most?”

She frowned up at him. “Everything? Astoria threatening you? Pansy popping back into Theo’s life. Not to mention she knows what we do. She could tip Flamel off.”

“Well, that’s true.” Draco lowered himself to sit in front of her. “Why do you do all of this, Granger?”

She laid onto her back with a huff. “Why do you?”

“The thrill of it helps to boost my, otherwise, incredibly low endorphins?”

“You’re lying.” She sniffed. “You don’t have a chemical imbalance.”

“Don’t we all, though?” He chuckled and watched as she yawned. “Theo told me about the day you took the swan. You were sad and when you broke into my parents home and took something...”

“It made me feel better.” She agreed. “Sometimes, when I am sad or whatever it is that I sometimes feel, and I don’t have a job, I ride rollercoasters.”

Draco’s eyebrows lifted in wonder. “Why?”

“It forces heightened emotions, doesn’t it? It creates adrenaline. It’s almost like a jumpstart to my limbic system. It helps.” She shrugs.

“But this job is making you sad. Do you want me to take you to a theme park, Granger?”

“No,” She sighed and stared up at the ceiling. He watched her blink over and over. And then, “I can’t have children.” With a swallow, she continued, her eyes remaining fixed onto the ceiling above. “I know that it is sometimes a challenge for Witches, but I went to a muggle doctor five years ago. They call it Primary Ovarian Insufficiency.” She scoffed and closed her eyes. “I thought, with the stone, I could create a fertility potion that might fix it. I mean, if it helped created an immortality elixir, then surely it would help with this.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

She opened her eyes and they were wet with unshed tears. “Then I will probably adopt.”

Draco nodded. “Did you want to have children with Weasley?”

“Yes.” She answered, immediately. “I don’t anymore but I did at the time.”

“Do you want to have children with Theo?”

She pressed her elbows into the mat and lifted herself to look at him. “Do you want to have children?”

Draco shrugged. “I hadn’t considered it until last night.” He admitted, thinking back to his and Theo’s conversation. “We’ll get the stone, Granger. And when you make that elixir, one of us will fill you up with babies.”

She snorted and laughed.

“We can start practicing now, as a matter of fact.”

She grinned up at him and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I’m nothing if not consistent.” His hands picked up her left leg and began to help her stretch her hamstrings.

“You’re a bird of prey.” She was smiling, but her voice had lowered and softened.

“Tell me what you mean by that.” He leaned over her, her calf in his hand, his body positioned in between her legs.

She sucked in a breath as her muscle stretched. “You see things clearly, watching the rest of us scramble. You circle around and look for every opportunity. You’re wise.”

“Keep going.” He murmured, switching legs.

“You have clarity.” She hissed when he pushed her leg back closer to her body. “You have power.” Her voice was thick as he locked eyes with hers.

“You’re flattering me.” He switched legs and leaned in again. “I like it. Tell me more.”

She huffed out a breathy little laugh that he felt against his face as he leaned over her.

“You’re incredibly handsome. Even when you’re stuffing your face.”

Draco laughed and pulled back. He worked the tips of his fingers into the muscle of her calf.

She whimpered at the feel of it. “Oh, dear.” She gasped when he found a spot with a particularly deep knot. “Please, Draco!” She was reaching for him, trying to stop him. But it only encouraged him more.

He moved to her thigh and dug his fingers into the muscles there. She jerked against his hold and laughed. “Stop, I’m ticklish!”

“On your thighs?”

“Yes, please!” She squirmed, almost violently, against his hold.

Draco didn’t stop. He kept rubbing at her thigh, digging his fingers in until she cried with laughter. Her hands grabbed at his and pulled him away from her thigh.

He allowed it and leaned over her, nearly falling on top of her.

She was breathless with laughter but Draco was aroused. Hard and yearning for her.

Draco moved his arm to rest near her head, propping himself up. His other hand grabbed her hand. “You’re lovely, did you know that?” He murmured to her and she shook her head.

“I’m sweaty and I stink.”

His eyes moved from her face to watch his hand lift up her arm, hand still grasped in his. He lifted it and placed it over her head, pinning it there.

Lowering his nose to her armpit, he took a long, slow inhale.

She squirmed under him. “Draco,” She squawked. “I just told you I was sweaty.”

“I like you sweaty.” He determined aloud and then, because he knew it would make her uncomfortable and do his libido good, he licked the sweat from her arm, just near her armpit.

Granger gasped and her fingers tightened around his.

When he pulled back, Draco smirked. “You taste as good as you smell.”

Her eyes were wide and wild as she panted into his face. They stared at each other for one second. Then two and three.

And then Granger lifted her head and closed the distance between them. Draco let her lips capture his. Let her grip her free hand into his sweat dampened shirt and pull him down on top of her. She kissed him like she was starving. She kissed him passionately.

Draco nudged her lips open with his own, sliding his tongue in to meet hers. She tasted salty and minty. There was that hint of sweet tangerines filling his nostrils as he wrapped his other arm around her and deepened the kiss.

Her hips canted upwards, pressing into him and he groaned, a soft low growl rumbling in his throat. She let out a soft little whimper in response as she wrapped a leg around his waist.

His hard cock pressed into the warmth between her thighs and they both shuddered at the friction. She ripped her mouth away to catch her breath. Draco took that opportunity to kiss her cheek, and then her jaw, before he moved to her neck. Peppering her with kisses and nipping gently at her sensitive skin.

Granger’s hands dug into his hair as she moaned.

“Draco,” Her voice was breathless. It was pleading with him. Draco didn’t know if she wanted him to stop or keep going. But when he reached the swell of her breasts, she sighed a little “yes” that kept him moving.

Her fingers began to smooth the hair back from his forehead with soft little sighs and praising touches.

“These are exceptional breasts.” He said as his tongue slid along the top of her sports bra and she huffed out another one of her little laughs that caused his cock to pulse, almost painfully. He reached a finger to run along her right breast, grazing the nipple under the material.

She bit down on her lip as she watched him glance up at her. Watched with intrigue as his thumb grazed over the material over her nipple.

“Ahem.” Someone cleared their throat from the doorway, causing Granger to gasp in surprise. Draco smirked and glanced over his shoulder to find a very uncomfortable looking Teddy Lupin standing in the doorway with a very irritated Seamus Finnigan.

Both were dressed and ready to work out.

Draco turned back to Granger and lowered his head. Taking a moment to collect himself, he felt Granger shift beneath him, pulling her body out, slowly from under his.

“We were just stretching.” She said and Teddy coughed to cover up a laugh. With a narrowed glare at her best friends godson, she stood up and adjusted her sports bra. “I’ll see you at breakfast.” She mumbled to Draco before hurrying from the room.

Draco took his time to stand up and when he finally turned to face the wizards snickering at him, he grinned. “Guess I’ll be taking a very cold shower.” He left the gym, listening to the laughter of the men he left behind.

#finally they kiss #dramione #dramione fanfic #harry potter #hermione granger #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #fanfic #draco and theo #theo nott #theomione #theo and hermione #theo x hermione

[lepra-art]

Theo and Hermione💗

Art commission for rus ff “Мотыльки“ written by MissMercy99. You can find it on ficbook!

#art #арт #artwork #instagram #рисунок #photoshop #harry potter #гарри поттер #hp #хогвартс #digital art #гермиона грейнджер #theodore nott #theo nott #theomione

[grangerxdangerr]

My 2024 TBR ✨

I am however open to Marauders fic recs! I couldn’t find many reviews that weren’t Crimson Rivers, All The Young Dudes, or Only The Brave. I loved Crimson Rivers so I have high hopes and I’m excited to really dive in!

Marauders

1. Only The Brave x Solmussa

2. All The Young Dudes x MsKingBean89

3. That’s The Art of Getting By x sarewolf

4. Long Live The Little King x shorely

Dramione

Finish DMATMOOBIL x isthisselfcare

Finish Measure of a Man x inadaze22

Various Storms and Saints x viridianatnight

Something Golden x justalazywriterr

Hogwarts: A Home x coralcollective

From Wiltshire With Love x MistressLynn

A Game of High Stakes x In_Dreams

Dragon in the Dark x GracefulLioness

All the Wrong Things x LovesBitca8

Sweetly Broken x LadyKenz347

Beginning and End x mightbewriting

Seek and Find x serpent_and_sage

Lost In Yesterday x uzumakibrat

The Fallout x EveryThursday

Mon Couteau Aiguise x gillianeliza

The Order of Serpents x bl_crtz

My Sacrifice to Make x sarahsempra

Timeless x alexandra_emerson

This Bitter End x WritexAboutxMe

Things We Say in the Dark x rubber_soul02

Things We’re All Too Young to Know x eevans

WIPS

These are just works in progress that I’ve started and have been keeping up with.

How Far Will He Go x venitaserum

Tarnished x westxnorthwest

Failsafe x Hypothetically

Under the Same Stars x slytheraen

Fallen Dynasty x goldensunflowers98

This Bitter Earth x ikorous

Who Made You Like This x Dracosdove

#dramione #dramione tbr #marauders #marauders tbr #dramione fic recs #marauders fic recs #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #ao3 #theomione #dreomione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #fanfic rec #tbr list #jegulus #2024 tbr

[mystarbucksofancientgreece]

Theodore Nott is my Roman Empire and I will take no objections

thank you

#theodore nott #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #the silver trio #harry potter #theomione #dramione #fanfiction

[mercury-merkai]

GOBLET OF SHADOW SPOILER (kinda maybe idk just beware lol)

Written by the mastermind @mkmgwrites

#dramione fanfic #dramione #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #theomione #goblet of shadows #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #darkfic #dark magic #dark art #mkmg

[theschizotypalsolilquy]

I'm so sick of people.

Now I can't even enjoy fanfics without assbutts coming into threads and trying to start shit.

Why do you care what I read?? Why does it matter that these characters weren't together in the books???

Why can't you let people enjoy the little happiness they find in life without trying to fuck it up for them.

I'm a paranoid schizophrenic with antisocial personality disorder and my fucking mother is dying. I'm allowed to want to escape reality anyway I can.

Bitches have no clue what's going on in someone's life, yet here they come, trying to start shit and I don't even fucking know your ass.

Calling me a fucking whore in a thread just because I dared to say I hope the couple I was reading about got back together.

Yall cunts really need to get a life. You must have absolutely no real friends and no real hobbies that you trying to start beef with me OVER A FUCKING FANFIC

Gods, leave me the fuck be and let me not think about my fucking horrible life right now

It costs absolutely nothing to mind your own business and not talk to someone you don't even fucking know and doesn't even know who the hell you are

#fanfiction #fanfic #im not high enough for all yalls shit #fanfiction etiquette #its a real thing and you should fucking learn it #dramione #jikook #kookmin #tomione #dreomione #theomione #sirimione

[bis-art]

Art for fanfic “M.A.Y.H.E.M”

by Maga

#art #digital art #bis__art #harry potter #hp art #hp artwork #гарри поттер #slytherin #hermione granger #theo nott #theomione #theodore nott

[zeebee3]

Chapter 4 posted!

This is my ETL Dreomione with slow-burn romance, curse breaking, forced proximity, and supportive friend Harry 🤗

Rated E

#ao3 fanfic #read on ao3 #hp fanfiction #ao3 #hp fic #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #hermione granger #dramione #hermione x theo #theomione #dreo #dreomione #draco x theo #theodore nott

[juuls]

Looking for...

... a friend or mutual (or even a stranger, I don't mind haha) who reads one or the other of Jonsa, Stuckony, Dramione, Harmony, Sevmione, Theomione, or Dreomione!

As a task that is part of the @fanfic-reading-challenge I need 5 recs for the same ship from a friend/mutual and then I'm supposed to read them, or reread them if I already have.

I don't really have any issues with long fics, so go wild!

Thank you!

#dramione #jonsa #harmony #sevmione #theomione #dreomione #stuckony

[falkendreamsxxx]

I LOVE a bi/pan Theo.

That is all.

#theodore nott #Theo #theomione #Theo x everyone #harry potter #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #thebestkeptsecretsarecurses #draco x hermione #the best kept secrets are curses #TBKSAC

[dramaticals]

🎧 hermione & theo

send me 🎧 and a character/ship and I’ll shuffle my playlist, pick a song, and write a short fic drabble based on a lyric from it

wild heart by the vamps + hermione & theo "take my hand and we will shine"

"Really?" Hermione asks. Hesitation embeds her features, brows furrowing in question. It was bold of them to even be standing next to each other in the busy corridor, but to hold hands? That was a leap.

A leap the two haven't discussed yet.

But as Hermione searches his face, his emerald eyes locking onto her hickory hues, she knew.

Theo wanted it, and quite frankly, she did too.

"Yes," Theo says, lips tugging into a smirk. The same infuriating and sickening smirk Hermione had grown to adore (and often still wanted to smack off his face). "The offer's expiring soon, though. So you better take my hand now so I can stop looking like a bloody idiot."

Hermione rolls her eyes, biting back a small smile, before slipping her hand into Theo's. His hand was warm and strong and the thought of everyone seeing this small and innocent gesture made her cheeks flush. "I'm afraid looking like a bloody idiot is just in your genetics."

#this is so late but i finally got around to this! #message #theodore nott #theo nott #hermione granger #theomione #theomione fic #theomione fanfiction #theo x hermione #theodore x hermione #hermione x theodore #theodore nott x hermione granger #theo nott x hermione granger #hermione granger x theodore nott #hermione granger x theo nott #*drabble #*writing

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist

(Again)

This story is too much fun to write.

“What,” Seamus began as he pulled up several screens of security footage. “Do we do about Pansy?”

“What do we do about Astoria?” Ginny set down a tray of sandwiches she brought from the kitchen. Turkey and swiss cheese with mustard and tomato, cut into little triangles and divested of its crust.

Draco lifted one up and took a bite from a corner and leaned back in his chair behind the desk.

Currently on the screens Seamus had set up was several visuals of the interior of Flamel’s home including the atrium, a parlor he apparently spent much time in, and his bedroom. The bedroom camera was placed by Draco and Theo last night during the gala.

Currently, Flamel wasn’t in the house, as he was at lunch with Zabini.

“What did she threaten you with?” Harry asked Draco as he settled onto the sofa with a sandwich.

Granger was avoiding the conversation, flipping through a book. Ignoring the longing looks from Theo and the provoking ones from Draco.

“She wants my ring.”

“What ring?” Theo asked, pulling his gaze from Granger.

“The one I would have given her, had I married her.”

“Why does she want that ring?” Teddy grabbed a second triangular sandwich and proceeded to stuff the entire thing into his mouth.

“It’s quite expensive.” Draco shrugged. “And if I give it to her, she would show up on the family Tapestry.”

“But you wouldn’t be marrying her.” Harry said it slowly. “Right?”

“Sliding that Malfoy ring onto a witches hand is as good as marrying her. It would bind her to me and my family.”

Granger’s eyes snapped up from the book in her lap.

“Why would she want to do that? It’s been ages since you two ended.” Ginny glanced over at Granger.

Draco shrugged and tossed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth and chewed, considering her question.

“She just wants access to the vaults.” Theo scowled and Draco nodded in confirmation.

“It would humiliate me, in her eyes.” He added. “My name has been burned off of the Malfoy tapestry. But hers wouldn’t be,”

“How would that work? Isn’t blood required for those sort of binding contracts?” Granger asked, finally unable to hold her tongue.

“It is. The ring will not go on without either of our blood being spilled.” He grinned at the absurdity of the situation. The entire thing was archaic and worked like a curse on both participants.

“How do you intend to take care of all this?” She glanced down to her lap.

“I intend to employee the work of a highly regarded Curse Breaker.” He dug his fingers into the pocket of his pants and pulled the ring he had retrieved from his home late last night.

When she looked up at him, he smiled.

Everyone looked at the ring he held up. It was a platinum ring with a large pure Columbian emerald and a diamond on either side.

Ginny gasped. “Holy crap. That thing must be worth hundreds of galleons!”

Draco sniffed and set it down on his desk. “It is.”

Granger stared at the ring like it might bite her. “You want me to break the wards on it.”

“It’s more like a curse.” He smiled and flicked his wand toward the platter of sandwiches, summoning a second serving.

She nodded slowly, scrutinizing the ring from where she sat. Which was not her usual spot on the edge of his desk. It was in a chair that was nestled into the corner of the room.

Theo stood near the bookcase, eyeing her.

“Okay, so let’s say Hermione breaks the curse on the ring, then what?” Harry asked, also staring at the ring like it might bite.

“Then I’ll give it to Astoria. It wont bind her to me once the curse is broken. She can do with the ring, what she wants.”

“But it’s a family heirloom!” Ginny screeched. “What happens when you find a witch you want to marry?”

Draco looked to his own little thief as she looked up at him. He smiled gently and shrugged. “I’ll get her something better.”

Theo huffed out a laugh, his eyes suddenly brightening as they shot between Draco and Granger.

Draco tucked away that reaction as he turned to Seamus. “The trick is understanding Pansy’s roll in Flamel’s life and his estate.”

Seamus nodded and tapped a few keys. One of the screens changed views of the house. There was an image of the pool and several lounge chairs set up around it. On the farthest chair from the camera, laid Pansy.

Dressed in a two piece, she soaked up the rays of the sun, her face shaded with the aide of a large floppy hat.

He noticed Granger sneak a peak at Theo, who was frowning up at the screen.

“She looks comfy.” Ginny drawled, rolling her eyes.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from Princess Pansy.” Seamus snorted.

“God, I always hated her. She wanted to sell Harry out to old Vordy. Remember that?” She nodded to Granger.

Granger sniffed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

Theo wasn’t staring at the screen anymore. He was watching Granger with a renewed sense of vigor.

“We create an alibi.” Harry suddenly said. Draco tilted his head and gestured for him to go on.

“We need you, Theo and Hermione to be seen by her on the day of the heist.”

Everyone nodded, following along.

“We need three decoys that not only Pansy will see but Astoria, too. She’s onto us, right?”

“She is.”

“We need three extra people to Polyjuice as you lot, and that can be where you give Tori the wand.” He shrugged. “Or the Polyjuiced version of you, that is.”

Draco leaned back in his chair and nodded slowly. He ran a hand along his jaw, scratching thoughtfully.”

“How are we going to get those two girls in the same place? Don’t they hate each other?” Theo asked.

“There’s a reunion coming up.” Granger said. “Hogwarts throws a reunion for all alums every summer.” She nodded to Harry. “We got our invites weeks ago.”

“Should I be offended that I never received one?” Theo mused. He looked at Draco. “Did you receive one?”

Draco shook his head but was frowning at the logistics for the idea Harry suggested. “Sure, that’s fine but who would we use as our decoys?”

Ginny cleared her throat. “I have a few ideas.” She raised her hand and smiled over at Theo.

“You mean more Weasleys.” He leveled her with a look of discontent.

She nodded. “George and Charlie would definitely do it. And, uh,” She cleared her throat and looked at her husband. He grimaced as he nodded. “Ron would.”

Theo closed his eyes and too a deep breath. Upon exhaling, his eyes opened. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

Granger snorted, abruptly, from the corner of the room. Everyone’s attention turned to her. She looked ready to burst with laughter but she pressed a hand over her mouth and shook her head. Clearing her throat, she held up another hand. “Sorry. No, it’s just.” She giggled but stopped herself with a sigh. “We’re dealing with Pansy and Astoria and now Ron?”

Draco found himself grinning at her.

“But we’re not really going to use him, are we?” Theo demanded. The corner of his lip twitched, fighting against a smile. Whether it was for the situation, or the sound of Granger’s laughter, Draco wasn’t sure.

“I don’t know who else we can trust.” Harry shrugged, agreeing with his wife.

“Well, I don’t want a Weasley polyjuicing into me, seeing my bits and pieces.” Theo sniffed.

“Ron can be me, he’s already seen all of my bits and pieces.” Granger offered, causing Harry and Ginny to grimace. Teddy gagged and put a decorative throw pillow over his face.

Draco smiled blandly at her while Theo blanched.

“Maybe Ginny can be Hermione.” Seamus offered.

“And have one of my brothers be me and chance seeing my bits and pieces?!”

Granger snorted again and threw her hands over her face.

“I can be you.” Harry offered.

“Then who would be you?” Theo asked.

“Ron.” Harry answered. “We’ve already seen each other naked.” He shrugged. “We shared a dorm for six years, a tent for another and regularly take showers in the same locker room at work.”

“Why,” Draco began. “Are we assuming that the polyjuiced versions of ourselves will see our bits and pieces?”

Theo looked at Draco like had had gone bonkers. “I imagine one may need to take a wee at some point. He’d be using an exact replica of my wand, if you know what I mean.”

“Everyone knows what you mean.” Seamus said as he and Teddy unraveled into laughter.

Harry lowered his head into a hand and sighed loudly.

But Ginny was undeterred. “George and Charlie can be you two.” She said it with finality. Like they had all agreed that this was the route that they would indeed take.

Draco considered, as he reached for another sandwich with his wand, that is most likely was decidedly so. He needed to clear these hurtles before they managed to set a date on hitting their actual target.

“Well,” Ginny stood and nodded to her husband. “We have a dinner to plan.”

“What dinner?” Harry lifted his head from his hand and eyed his wife.

“For my brothers. We have to wine and dine them, as you know, in order to get them to listen to us.”

Harry shrugged and stood with his wife.

“Wait, so that’s it? It’s decided? We’re actually going to use the Weasleys?”

Draco shrugged as he watched the Potters wave goodbye.

Seamus stood and stretched. “I’ve got a date.” He checked his watch. “You got this, right?” He said to Draco, nodding to the screens on display.

“What do you mean, you’ve got a date? You mean that muggle woman from the museum?” Teddy sat up straight.

Seamus nodded and made his way across the study. “Yeah, her names Charlotte.” He grinned as he said her name.

“You look serious.” Teddy observed with a raised brow.

“I am. We are.” Seamus waved and left them behind.

Teddy looked around at the room. Observed Granger, once again, flipping through the book in her lap. Eyed Theo and Draco and stood, clearing his throat. “I have a witch to visit.”

“Weasley?” Theo asked.

Granger smiled at Teddy. “You mean Victoire?”

“Yeah. I owled her this morning and asked her to meet me at Florean Fortescue's.”

“Good call, cousin.” Draco raised his sandwich in a salute before taking a bite.

“And you three clearly have some things to talk about so,” Teddy added with a pointed look at Draco and Theo before he waved goodbye and left Granger with her two thieves.

Draco dusted his fingers off and eyed Theo.

“Granger,”

She sighed and closed her book. She quickly stood from the chair and sent the book sailing back into its spot on the shelf. “I have to go, too.”

“Where are you going?” Theo pushed away from the bookcase. “You can’t leave.”

“I can and I am.” She glanced over to Draco. “I’ll look at the ring when I get back.”

“Granger, don’t shut down.” Theo was hot on her heels as she strode for the door.

“I’m not. I have a meeting.”

“With who?”

Draco watched the confrontation with little amusement.

“None of your business.” She didn’t turn to look at him as she swept from the room.

Theo froze at the door and angrily shoved his hands into his hair with a growl.

“Why do you think she’s so upset?” Draco asked, dusting off his fingers.

“Because she is a woman of dignity.” he shrugged and the added, “She doesn’t want to end up alone?”

Draco nodded toward the screen, where Pansy was still lounging beside the pool. “Do you think she knows what kind of wizard Flamel is?”

Theo shook his head. “I don't know how I'd feel if she did.”

“I suppose we’ll find out.”

“Hello!”

Zabini waltzed into the study but stopped when he beheld the two wizards. “Where’s Granger?”

Theo rolled his eyes and settled onto his perch on the desk.

“She’s busy.” Draco replied and nodded to Zabini. “How did the lunch go?”

“It was...educational.” He paused. “Eventful.”

“Flamel is a scoundrel?” Theo surmised.

“Indeed,” Blaise settled into a chair. “So it was your guys’ intention to get me invited to a sex party?”

Draco chuckled while Theo replied, “Yes. When is it?”

“It’s on Friday. I can’t go. That Hogwarts Alum thing is the same day.”

Draco’s eyes flicked to Theo as he scoffed. “You got an invite?”

“Of course. I get one every year.”

“Well, now I know it’s personal.” Theo muttered.

“You’re gonna have to go to Flamel’s sex party.” Draco said, plainly.

Zabini shook his head. “That sounds incredibly uncomfortable. Why would I do that?”

“Because you promised Granger your full cooperation.” Draco reminded him, thankful for Granger’s carefully worded ultimatum.

“Plus,” Theo grinned. “We’ll be there.”

“You two?” Zabini laughed.

“Yes, and Granger.”

Zabini narrowed his eyes in on Draco, considering. “What is the end game here?”

“We keep Flamel distracted. Well,” Draco paused. “You keep Flamel distracted.”

“Where will you lot be? You interested in purchasing sex workers?”

“No,” Draco plucked the ring from his desk and palmed it. “We’re going to be part of the entertainment.”

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