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anogete · 11 days
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Mercy Show to Me - COMPLETE
The last bit of it has been posted. If you were waiting for it to be finished to read it, then you can have a go now.
You might enjoy it if you like:
Longer fics that are 115k words
Hermione and Draco in their late-30s communicating like adults
Shameless flirting and fun banter
Draco in three-piece suits
Hermione in relentless pursuit of the solution to a problem
A gentlemanly Draco who still likes to be a witty little shit sometimes
Slight Ron basing with Ron redemption
Narcissa Malfoy redemption
A slow burn that turns into lots of sex with dirty talk in the final stretch
HERE IS A LINK TO THE FIC ON AO3 if you want to read. I hope you enjoy!
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anogete · 16 days
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Mercy Show to Me (Dramione) - Chapters 16-18
Chapter 18 ::cough::lemons::cough:: has been posted to A03. I plan on posting daily until the last chapter is uploaded, so you'll have a completed fic on Monday morning when I have to leave for a work trip.
If you're behind and would like to catch up, you can check the fic out HERE ON AO3.
You'll find a snippet of the chapter below the cut. It contains shameless flirting. SHAMELESS.
“Agreed. Perhaps Essence of Daisyroot or Snakeweed,” Malfoy offered, as he reached over to rub his left arm just above the elbow. “You could always throw in some gnat heads.” Hermione tried to give him the look a disappointed mother would give a wayward son but failed because she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “I don’t think we’re trying to castrate you with a potion, and I suspect gnat heads mixed with heartbreak grass would have that effect.” He chuckled and leaned his head back. Her arm was resting along the back of the couch, and he settled the base of his skull on it. “How does it feel to be so smart you can appreciate the nuance of my incredible wit?” She dropped her forehead to his shoulder and laughed. “What do they call what you just did there? A double-sided compliment? You say something nice about me, then say something nicer about yourself?” “It’s called skill, Granger.” Her smile faded as she watched him flex his left arm. Lifting her head from his shoulder, she said, “Are you okay?” “Never better,” he replied, his eyes closed and his head still resting on her forearm. “There’s something I want to talk about.” “I don’t want to discuss my crush on you, Granger.” His reply made her feel giddy. It was like being a teenager and having a boy confess his love. “That wasn’t what I meant, but now I’d like to hear about this crush.” Malfoy turned his head to look at her, his eyes barely open. The tip of his tongue rolled out to wet his bottom lip. A subtle grin pulled the corners of his mouth back. “I think about how things would be if I’d stopped and talked to you at that Quidditch match ten years ago. Do you think it would have been like...this...back then?” She gave the question some consideration before saying, “I’m not sure. Maybe? But I was in a different place then. I was fresh out of the relationship with Ron and...maybe I wasn’t ready for you.” “You’re ready for me now?” he asked, his voice playful. “Are we talking about defeating you in a duel? Then I am absolutely ready, Malfoy.” “Bollocks. I could take you. I fight dirty.” She laughed. “You think I don’t?” “Mmm,” he hummed as he turned his head to look at the ceiling again. “Fair point. You are quite relentless.”
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anogete · 19 days
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@primopinku did this amazing piece depicting a scene in Chapter 15 of Mercy Show to Me. Isn't it gorgeous? Taken right from my brain. Chapter 15 is up now if you want to go check it out. There are nine chapters left to post, and I plan on finalizing and sharing them on AO3 over the next two weeks. You'll have a completed fic by or before the 22nd of March (my time). Don't worry; I'm about to turn the heat up after the next couple of chapters for those who like adult content of the sexy variety.
If you want to join me as I post the last nine chapters over the next two weeks, you can go RIGHT OVER HERE TO AO3.
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anogete · 22 days
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Mercy Show to Me (Dramione) - Chapters 10-13
I've neglected my duties in posting here when I upload new chapters to AO3. Sorry about that! I just added chapter 13. Chapters 10-12 were posted over the weekend and earlier this week.
You can read the fic HERE ON AO3.
If you want a teaser of chapter 13, then it is below the cut. Draco is quite vulnerable and very trusting of Hermione in this chapter. We also have a little moment with Narcissa, who really just wants her son to be happy. She'll accept any method of happiness for him at this point, including Hermione Granger. Because everyone can see that Hermione makes Draco happy (except for maybe Hermione).
Malfoy slashed a hand through the air and walked out of the sitting room. Hermione heard the heels of his shoes clicking on the hallway tile. She made to get up, but Narcissa stayed her with an extended arm. “Give him a moment, dear.” Hermione settled back into the sofa and sat her glass on the side table. “He likes you a great deal, you know,” the older woman said. At a loss for what to say, Hermione shook her head. “I like him, too.” “I’m glad to hear it.” Narcissa turned to face her more fully before saying, “Did he have an episode when he travelled to France with you?” “Yes.” “Mmm, I thought as much. He was in bed for two days after returning. Were you with him when it happened?” Hermione sighed, trying to sort out what was and wasn’t a breach of trust when talking about that night. “I was. We were working in my room. I administered his medicine and watched over him.” She flinched when she felt Narcissa’s hand press against the back of hers where it rested on her knee. “Thank you for taking care of my son, Hermione. He’s been alone for most of his life. I know you might not think that, but it’s true.” “I believe you. And it’s nothing. Helping him is just...the least I could do. I–I wish I could do more. I promise I’m not going to stop looking.” “I’ve no doubt, dear. It’s a relief for me that he’s found you.” “Oh,” Hermione pulled her hand away from Narcissa and absently brushed her curls back from her face. “We’re not...that is...I mean, we’re not together like that. We’re friends.” “Of course,” the witch said with a faint smile. “Even so. I’m glad.” Hermione gave her a quick nod and a tense smile. She knew she should leave, but she didn’t want to go without seeing Malfoy. As if he knew she was waiting for him, she heard his uneven, faltering footsteps down the hall. She was standing by the time he stopped in the doorway. “I’m going home,” he said, with a hand braced on the doorframe. She could tell by the looseness in his stance that he was more than a little drunk. “Granger, do you need an escort back to your place? I’m afraid I’m shite at Side-Along when I’m sloshed, but Zippey could take you.” She walked over to stand in front of him, but he wouldn’t meet her gaze. His eyes were firmly on the floor behind her. “I’m fine. But you’re not. You’ll splinch yourself. I’ll drop you off.” “I don’t need–” “I don’t care, Malfoy. I’ll see you home.” He finally looked up at her. “It’s not supposed to be like this,” he said. “Like what?” “Like you seeing me home. I should–I should be…” He sighed as if disgusted with himself. She looked over her shoulder at Narcissa. The witch gave her an encouraging nod. “I’ll be very cross with you if you don’t let me Apparate you home. Probably won’t even talk to you for an entire week.” Malfoy snorted and pushed off the door frame. “Let’s go, then.”
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anogete · 28 days
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Mercy Show to Me (Dramione) - Chapter 9
I neglected to remind everyone that I posted chapter 8 yesterday. So here is your notice about chapters 8 and 9. You can read them HERE on AO3.
If you would like a snippet of flirtation from chapter 9, then read on...
“You look positively green, Granger.” She bent over and pressed her hands to her knees. “Give me a minute.” She breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, willing the nausea to abate so she didn’t embarrass herself. “Here.” His voice was close. She lifted her eyes and saw him crouched down in front of her, holding out a vial of Pepperup. “I’m fine,” she insisted. “Take it or I’ll never recover from the slight,” he murmured. Hermione snatched it from his hand and swiftly drank it before lifting herself back to a standing position. “Thank you,” she told him, handing the bottle back. His empty hand was extended to her again. “What?” she asked. “I’m going to deliver you home.” “You don’t even know where I live,” she said. He smiled. “Don’t I?” Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Do you?” The grin got bigger. “Shall we find out?”
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anogete · 29 days
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I know you aren’t writing for Wintershock currently, but I have been searching high and low for a fic with no luck, and thought you (or someone you follow) might know it. I sadly can’t remember much of the plot, but I do remember Darcy starts having these intense headaches and it turns out to be a chip in her neck? And Bucky has one too I think? Killian honestly might be the bad guy, and I can’t remember if Darcy IS Tony’s kid or just like it. And towards the end there is an attack on the compound and Bucky actually dies, but then Darcy brings him back somehow. Powers I think???
I'm not ruling out future Wintershock. I haven't watch the Disney+ shows, so they might inspire me. However, this isn't ringing a bell for me. Does anyone who follows me know what fic this is?
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anogete · 1 month
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Mercy Show to Me (Dramione) - Chapter 7
I forgot to post a note that I uploaded Chapter 6 yesterday. So, if you missed it, then you can go read both HERE ON AO3.
Below the cut is a snippet of Chapter 7 if you want a taste.
He watched her with that steady, unwavering gaze until she wanted to squirm. Finally, he said, “What a relief.” “What?” One side of his mouth lifted. “What a relief to know you aren’t perfect. I was beginning to despair.” Of all the things he could have said, Malfoy had somehow found the one thing that would make her feel like her heart wasn’t breaking from the guilt and shame that had eaten at her for twenty long years. “Shut up,” she told him with a smile on her face. “When was the last time you checked on them?” “About a year ago. I’m due. I never talk to them; that would be too much. Usually, I’ll just stalk them on the internet. Do you know what–” “Granger, I’ve been living in Muggle London for years. Of course, I know what the internet is.” “Well, I’ve friended them on Facebook. They retired a couple of years ago and moved to the Sunshine Coast. I think they are happy.” “And you erased yourself completely?” he asked. “I did. It was the safest way.” Malfoy turned the book over in his hand. It looked so much smaller with his long fingers wrapped around the cover. “Did you ever go back and try again?” “Yes. About twelve years ago. Things with Ron were...rocky and I was feeling very alone. But it didn’t work out.” It was easier to watch his hands than his face because when she dared to lift her gaze, the look in his eyes was too much. “I’m sorry, Granger. I didn’t know.” “I know. Not many do. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, an Unspeakable, and Luna. And, now, you.” She cleared her throat. “I thank you to not tell–” “I wouldn’t,” he quickly interrupted. “I would never, Granger. Besides, you know too many of my secrets as well. Mutually assured destruction, you see.”
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anogete · 1 month
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Mercy Show to Me (Dramione) - Chapter 5
HERE YOU GO. I promised banter and flirting, and I intend to deliver. Below is a snippet of what was just posted on AO3.
Hands still in his pockets, he leaned his back against the doorframe and watched her slip past him. While the room was white, the desk was old and warm mahogany. The wingback desk chair was upholstered in deep brown leather. The two oversized chairs across from the desk were made of the same leather. Besides a large painting of what appeared to be the Black Lake behind the desk, the walls were filled floor to ceiling with shelves of books. “It’s...this is like my wet dream,” she told him. He seemed to choke on a chuckle, which made her cheeks burn while she tried to laugh off what she’d just blurted out. Trying to save the awkward moment, she said, “I mean, it’s books. And you have a ladder. Does it work?” He snorted. “Of course it works, Granger. How do you think I get the books off the top shelves?” “Accio?” Malfoy scoffed and turned away to adjust his desk chair. “Fine. Yes, I use Accio far more than the ladder. But I do use the ladder.” “Oh, I’d use it all the time. When I was a young girl, I loved the Muggle cartoon Beauty and the Beast, and the Beast had this brilliant library with a ladder. I desperately wanted to be Belle just so I could glide the ladder along the shelves of books.” “Don’t let me stop you. Have at it.” When she looked up, he was grinning at her. It made him look younger and handsome. “Piss off, Malfoy. Don’t make fun of my dreams.” “I’d never. You can flounce about here whenever you please. Consider it a perk of helping me.”
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anogete · 1 month
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Mercy Show to Me (Dramione) - Chapter 4
It's up and available HERE ON A3.
if you'd like a snippet, then here you go:
She closed her notepad and stowed it away in her satchel. “I need some time to review my notes and the other medical files. Then I’d like to meet with you to go over what avenues you’ve pursued. You have more experience with the medical side of things, obviously.” “Of course,” he said, watching her carefully. Hermione smiled. “I’m still so surprised you became a healer. I never would have guessed that when we were at Hogwarts together.” “I think everyone assumed I’d just become a socialite like my parents. Waste my time spending money and drinking at galas,” he said, one corner of his mouth turning up. “Oh no, I thought you’d be a Quidditch player, or you’d buy your way onto the Ministry Council. Maybe even an artefacts dealer.” He chuckled. “You envisioned a much more exciting life for me than I ever did.” She sat back in her chair to study him. “And what did you envision?” Malfoy shook his head. “When I was young, probably assumed I’d do what my father did. Spending money, influencing people. When I was older–after our 5th year–I stopped envisioning...anything.” “Why?” she asked, knowing his answer before he even said it. Shrugging, he said, “Because I thought I’d be dead before I turned eighteen.” “And when you didn’t die?” He shook his head again. “I’m afraid you don’t want to hear about those years after the trial, Granger. They weren’t pretty. You’d think less of me.” Malfoy pushed himself out of the chair. “I’m at your disposal. Owl me when you’re ready to talk. I’ll gather my research, and we’ll find a mutually acceptable place to review. I’d prefer it be in private, if you have no objections. I’m not...well-loved, as you may know.”
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anogete · 1 month
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Look how bee-u-tee-ful this is. It's a piece I commissioned from the wonderful and talented @primopinku. And it depicts a scene in Chapter 3 of Mercy Show to Me, which was just posted.
You can read the chapter and look at the artwork again by going here:
Mercy Show to Me - Chapter 3
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anogete · 1 month
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Mercy Show to Me - Chapter 2
Chapter 2 of my Dramione fic is available for your reading pleasure.
You can find the fic: HERE on A03.
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“I thought he couldn’t travel out of the country,” Hermione told Harry over a butterbeer at the Leaky.
Harry shook his head. “They lifted the travel restriction in 2003. After I got your message, I looked into it and found some old DMLE records where he’d asked for travel to be permitted for education and work reasons. They granted it, probably because of a few strategic donations.”
Hermione scoffed. “So he did less than five years of probation before he, what? Paid his way out of his sentence?”
“Kind of,” Harry said with a wince. “He was still on probation, but they granted him exemptions for travel. Something about studying abroad. He was in some sort of healer training at an academy, and then he got that job with the French National team back in–”
“Wait, you knew he’s a healer and works for professional Quidditch teams?”
Harry huffed a laugh before taking a long drink. “It’s not exactly a secret, Hermione. I’ve seen him on the sidelines at a few games. If you’d come out with us now and then to–”
She waved away the old argument that she worked too much, and she should join Harry, Ginny, and their kids for their weekend trips to watch Quidditch. “Invite me to a museum with the kids, and I’ll happily come. You know I hate Quidditch.”
“We just worry about you, Hermione,” he said softly. “If you’d come around more often, then maybe the kids wouldn’t mob you at Christmas. I swear Lily spent two weeks before Christmas talking about how excited she was to see you.”
Hermione deflated like a balloon as the fight left her. She loved Harry’s kids and hearing they missed her made her feel like a right arse. “I’ll do better, Harry. When’s the next game?”
“Sunday. The Cannons are playing the Gorodok Gargoyles. Ginny wanted a day with her mum, so you could take her seat.”
Hermione considered it. “Harry, I don’t want to take her–”
“Malfoy works for the Gargoyles. He might be there.”
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anogete · 1 month
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Hi. I wrote a thing, and I’m ahead on editing. So is the first chapter early. I’ll give you chapter 2 tomorrow.
Chapters: 1/24 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Summary: Twenty years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the Malfoy family's association with Voldemort has made them social outcasts. Hermione has only seen Draco a handful of times since their school days, but he looks exhausted when she notices him in the lobby of a hotel during a charity gala. Days later, she still can't seem to forget about the way he looked that night. After hearing a rumor that he or his father might be seriously ill, she starts investigating in her free time. It leads to the discovery of a problem impacting former Death Eaters, and a coverup that seems to be coming from high up in the Ministry of Magic. Slow-burn romance with shameless flirting, a side of plot, and a cherry of smut on top. HEA guaranteed.
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anogete · 1 month
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Final Update on Mercy Show to Me (Dramione)
Mercy Show to Me is done! Or at least the first draft is complete. I need to do a preliminary edit of the final 4 chapters so they can be passed along to my betas. Tomorrow and Monday will be spent doing a second edit of the first half with their notes/feedback. @feistygina, @oftypewritersandribbons, and @storieswhispered have been amazing at trying to keep up with me dropping 20-30k words on them at a time when they have lives to live. I appreciate you all so much.
I'll begin posting next week, probably on the 20th or 21st, depending on how the editing goes. To avoid making myself insane, I'm going to promise updates at least every other day. I may go through periods where I will post one chapter a day, but I'm not going to promise to maintain that pace. I'm trying to learn how to (sometimes, maybe, occasionally, now-and-then) put my mental health first.
It'll be about 115k, 24 chapters, rated E, slow burn, and takes place 20 years after the Battle of Hogwarts. The entire fic will be posted by the end of March if you're one of those readers who prefers to wait. However, I'd love for you to read along with me as I post since it's fun to read our comments and reactions as I'm also doing my final edit before I post each chapter.
And if you want a snippet to whet your appetite, then here you go. The following page is from chapter 3:
“I’m just going to grab a coffee,” she murmured, looking at his chest instead of his face. His hair looked like it had been styled this morning, but he’d mussed it up and then tried to smooth it back down. The result was much more devastatingly attractive than what he’d probably intended before he left his home. “I’ll get it. What would you like?” Hermione looked up to meet his gaze now. “It’s fine. I can–” “I insist,” he murmured, dropping his gaze to the floor for a moment before looking at her face again. Why was he nervous? He’d been very nearly flirty at the Quidditch match. Not that she would ever think Draco Malfoy would flirt with her, but if it had been anyone else then she’d have wondered. Instead of making things more tense, she acquiesced. “Okay. Well, could I have a flat white?” “Of course. Please have a seat. I’ll be right back.” His long strides carried him over to the counter where orders were placed. She watched his broad shoulders as he paid and shuffled down to the end to wait for the drinks. The urge to pull out the three medical records was strong, but she didn’t want to hit him with her research before she had a chance to feel out what the situation was. A misstep could have him pulling back from her just as quickly as their odd reconnection had happened over the past couple of weeks. Instead, she waited patiently for him to return, her hands folded on the table. She could smell his cologne when he slid back across from her with two cups–one for him and one for her. She couldn’t help but notice his drink was a caramel mocha latte. It made her smile. “What is it?” he asked, noticing her expression. “I didn’t realize you have a sweet tooth,” she said, gesturing to his cup. He gave her a closed-lip smile that seemed forced. “I’m full of surprises.” Instead of doing what she’d told herself to do when she’d sat down in front of her mirror to apply makeup, she opened her mouth and jumped right in. And instead of slowing down and letting him talk first like she’d convinced herself she should while changing her outfit three bloody times before settling on a dark green jumper with black trousers, she went straight for the reason she’d agreed to this meeting. “Look, I know you invited me here to apologize, but there’s really no need.” She watched his face fall before he composed himself into a look of disinterest. “I forgave you ages ago, Malfoy. It’s been twenty years for Merlin’s sake.” “Can I–” he started before cutting himself off, his jaw tight. She watched him run the long fingers of his right hand over his smooth jawline and chin before leaning forward to prop his elbow up on the tabletop. “Look, just let me… let me say what I want to say. Please?”
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anogete · 1 month
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Update on Dramione WIP
The Dramione WIP has a name! It will be called Mercy Show to Me. I'm working on first drafts of the final two chapters, which should be finished by the end of this coming weekend. I need to dedicate some time to editing, but you can expect the first chapter next week. Probably between February 21st and 23rd.
Some things you can look forward to:
About 115,000 words and 24 chapters
Ridiculous amounts of flirting
Healer!Draco who is 38 years old
Divorced!Hermione who is 39 years old
EWE (Epilogue, What Epilogue?)
Cute letters between the two Draco and Hermione
Draco in three-piece suits and gray joggers
Matchmaker!Narcissa
Lucius's secret love of Muggle pens
Rita Skeeter hate
Hermione on a mission to take down the Minister of Magic
Neville saving the day in a very Neville way
Shirtless massages
Strategic use of first names during sex to enhance dirty talk
Harry despairing over his pre-teen daughter having a crush on Malfoy
Keep an eye out on AO3 next week. I'll also make an entry here to let you all know when I've begun posting. I'll likely stick to my one-chapter-a-day schedule, but I may occasionally skip days if I'm behind in editing or my betas need more time.
I can't wait to share this with you all. "See" you soon!
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Snippet of Untitled Dramione Fic
Hi, readers. Just checking in with a status update. I'm finishing up chapter 19 this evening. Based on my rough outline, there will likely be 5 more chapters. I am hopeful I can get them completed within the next 8-10 days. I typically average 4-5 chapters a week when I'm in the zone. My lovely betas have mostly finished looking at the first 9 chapters and have the next 6 in their hands to review when they have time.
This is all to say that I think I'll be posting the first chapter by the 25th of February, possibly sooner depending on how quickly I work. In the meantime, if you'd like a teaser of this Dramione (Draco/Hermione) fic, then you can take a peek behind the cut.
“Aunt Hermione, do you think I’ll be sorted into Gryffindor?” Lily asked as they weaved their way through the crowds and back toward the stairs to their seats.
“Perhaps,” Hermione told her. “You are brave like one, aren’t you.”
Lily’s smile was wide and joyful. “You think so?”
“Of course,” she said, tapping Lily on the top of her head. “And you’re a loyal and wonderful friend just like a Hufflepuff. And a studious, smart academic like a Ravenclaw. And a clever, resourceful young lady just like a Slytherin. You have nothing to be worried about.”
When she looked up from Harry’s daughter, she locked eyes with a man standing by the entrance to the stairs. His gray eyes and wind-tousled hair gave him away immediately. She opened her mouth and couldn’t think of anything but Malfoy in healer’s robes with ruddy cheeks from the chilly wind.
“Never thought I’d hear you say a nice thing about Slytherins, Granger,” he said, holding her gaze.
She exhaled a breathy laugh and tried to force a nonchalant smile. A smile that said she certainly did not come here to try and spy on him, and she didn’t even care he was standing right there in front of her. “Times change, Malfoy. It’s been years. I have several friends who are Slytherins.”
One side of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he nodded slowly, then he glanced down at Lily. “And who is this?”
“Lily Potter, sir,” Lily told him as she extended a hand. “Are you a healer?”
“I am,” Malfoy said as he bent at the waist just the slightest bit so he could shake her outstretched hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Miss Potter.”
The young girl giggled, and Hermione could have sworn she was blushing. It figured that Malfoy would still be able to charm just about anyone. She’d die before admitting it, but she’d had an instant crush on him during their first year before he’d proven himself to be a spoiled brat.
“Just Lily! Do you know my aunt? Her name is–”
“Oh, yes. I definitely know your Aunt Hermione. She and I went to school together many years ago.” Draco glanced up at Hermione with a sly look in his eyes. He seemed in better health and spirits today, but there were still dark circles under his eyes and a slight weariness in his stance.
Lily looked up at Hermione as well, a question in her eyes. “Were you, like, friends?”
The emphasis made Hermione want to sink into the ground. The idea of being anything but arms-length acquaintances with Malfoy was laughable, especially when they were teenagers. He’d been disgusted by her, and the feeling had been quite mutual.
“No, I’m afraid Aunt Hermione didn’t like me when we were in school together.”
“Why?” Lily asked.
“Lily, let’s let–”
“I’m afraid it was because I was rather mean to Aunt Hermione when we were young. And I never apologized to her for that. So, you really can’t blame her, you see.” Malfoy’s attention was on Lily; he never once looked up to gauge Hermione’s reaction.
“What’s your name?” Lily was caught in the Malfoy web of charisma while Hermione was still stuck on Draco Malfoy’s admission that he’d treated her poorly when they were children.
He gave Harry’s daughter a devastating smile before saying, “My name’s Draco. And I’m afraid to say, Lily, that I must get back to my duties. But it was an honor to meet you.”
“It was an honor to meet you as well, Mr… Mr…”
“Malfoy,” Hermione said at the same time Malfoy said, “Just Draco.” He straightened and looked at her with an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, it looked like he might say something to her, but decided against it.
“Granger,” he acknowledged with a nod of his head before he sidestepped and strode off toward the field.
Lily sighed as she and Hermione watched him go. “He’s so…” Lily trailed off, her eyes wide and her cheeks red not just because of the wind.
“Don’t tell your dad you have a crush on Draco Malfoy,” Hermione told her.
Lily balked. “Eww, no! I do not tell my dad about boys. Gross.” As they were climbing up the steps, Lily abruptly turned around and said, “But he’s, like, very fit. Do you think he likes you? What if you go on a date? What if you get married? Mum says you–”
“He and I are not going on a date and we’re not getting married,” Hermione told her, trying not to laugh at the ridiculous questions.
“He seemed sorry about being horrible to you, Aunt Hermione. And he’s got really nice hair and he’s so tall and very–”
“Let’s go, Lily,” Hermione interrupted. “About face and up the steps to find your dad. Dispel any dreams of seeing Mr. Malfoy at dinner on Sundays, even if he has very nice hair.”
Lily cast a knowing glance over her shoulder as she stomped up the stairs. “I think you should forgive him.”
Hermione didn’t answer right away. Instead, she climbed up after Lily and considered what the young girl had said. It felt strange to admit, even just to herself, that she thought maybe she already had forgiven him.
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anogete · 2 months
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Sometimes while doing other things, I think of a piece of dialogue or a snippet of a scene in a fic I'm writing. If I don't get it out, then I'll forget it. And if I don't have time to write it in the moment (I usually don't), I'll make a voice memo telling myself what I need to write. This is the voice memo I left myself earlier today while I was supposed to be doing my real job. There aren't a ton of spoilers in it, but if you want to go into my fic blind later this month, you probably don't want to listen. What I describe is a tipping point in their relationship when they both admit to feeling some kind of way about each other.
I shared another one of these with @feistygina a week or two ago. She thought you all might like to hear part of my process, as silly as it may be.
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anogete · 2 months
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The very talented @primopinku brought to life a scene from the fic I'm working on right now. I sent them a snippet from the third chapter for reference. Look how gorgeous it is!
Twenty years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione sees Draco at a charity gala. His association with Voldemort has made him a social outcast in the post-war wizarding world, and he looks exhausted and ill when Hermione spies him in the lobby of the hotel. However, they aren't friends, and she can count on one hand the number of times she's seen him since they were children. After hearing a rumor he or his father might be seriously ill, she starts asking around. Her search for information gets back to Draco, who invites her to have coffee. He does have a very serious problem, and his life hanging in the balance. He thinks Hermione might be the only person tenacious and brilliant enough to help him. He's just terrified she'll say no because of their past.
I promise equal parts angst and flirting. Actually, there might be more flirting now that I think about it. Ask @feistygina. She can attest to the copious amounts of flirting Draco and Hermione engage in.
If you know me, then you know I won't begin posting a fic until the first draft is complete. There will likely be about 25 chapters. The first 9 chapters have been sent to my lovely betas. I'm finishing up chapter 15 today. Chapters 16-25 are plotted in a rough outline so I know what points I need it hit along the way. My best guess is that I'll wrap up the first draft in the next three weeks. I'll need a couple days to do some clean-up and editing as I review feedback from my betas on the first few chapters, and then I'll start posting to AO3. I've not settled on a title yet, but stay tuned for something before the end of February.
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commission done for @anogete ! For their upcoming Dramione fic!
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