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runningquill-art · 1 day
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“Tassel Moss looks as you’d imagine,” said Granger. “Tiny tassels across the top. It’s the sporangia – unusually big in the genus. They turn pink in the summer – of course, we’re a little too early for that.”
Was this woman a genius at Herbology, on top of everything else? Draco wondered how much of Potter and Weasley’s limited scholarly success was due to absorbing her knowledge by intellectual osmosis.
She was, frankly, overwhelming.
Granger carried on along the path, squatting down occasionally to observe things. It was altogether rather a peaceful ramble, with the charms keeping him dry, the sound of the rain and the occasional brave songbird, and verbalisations from Granger telling off various mosses because they weren’t the right one.
For the first time since he’d taken the Granger casefile from Tonks’ hands, Draco felt glad of the decision. This was certainly more pleasant than most of his work as an Auror – fewer hexes and eviscerations coming his way, for a start.
And, bonus, it got him out of tea with the ladies, and promised many more opportunities to do so. That set would be tut-tutting at Granger over their teacups – Granger with her hat askew, her face smeared with dirt, clambering about in ditches instead of finding herself a rich husband. But she was apparently doing something great for wizardkind, and what, pray, had they achieved?
“I think I found it!” called Granger.
Draco pushed through some brambles to be, once again, presented with a view of Granger’s bum. Familiarity breeds fondness – he was rather developing an appreciation for it.
“What you’ve done there, Granger, is gone arse over tit.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 4: Imbolc, by @isthisselfcare
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DMATMOOBIL art 30/40
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annagaw · 1 day
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A continuation (or prequel?) of the image I shared yesterday of unnamed chubby-cheeked Granger-Malfoy child and her best friend Crookshanks. (He may be her best friend, but she is most certainly not his.) And oops I now have numerous rich headcanons of the G-M kids and their favourite long-suffering familiar.
I had to google at what age children develop different speech sounds to figure out how a three year old might say “Crookshanks”
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falkendreamsxxx · 2 days
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Hermione answers unhinged/prego/horny Ginny’s call at work and Draco overhears everything.
GINNY: Merlin, Mione, if I’d known you were going to be fucking when I called, I would have—actually, no, I still would have called. TELL ME EVERYTHING!!
HERMIONE: I’m not…fucking! I just walked up a bunch of steps.
GINNY: This is no time to keep secrets; you know how desperate I am right now! I’m practically dry-humping the furniture!
HERMIONE: Godric, I’m not keeping secrets! I’m just working!
GINNY: Well, the moment that changes, I better be your first bloody phone call. Deal?
HERMIONE: You’re barking.
GINNY: I mean it; promise me that as soon as you break your vow of celibacy or monkhood or whatever drought you’re experiencing and let someone screw your brains out, you better be calling me!
HERMIONE: I’m not a monk or all that; I just, er…Fine. I promise to call you if and when I let someone screw my brains out.
HERMIONE: Actually, I’m just going to bring you some really smutty muggle books.
DRACO: I assume you’ll be borrowing from your own arsenal of muggle smut; I’m afraid this library’s collection will disappoint you. Perhaps, an expert like yourself could make some recommendat—
HERMIONE: 😖🤬
The Best Kept Secrets Are Curses
Ao3 and FFN
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kelserlyspace · 7 days
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"Do it, Granger. Hex me."
His gaze drops to her lips.
"Malfo—"
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a/n: this art series took awhile to finish but I'm happy it's done. pls no reposting. ask permission first. 😊
I'm @Kelserly in instagram or twitter incase you wanna see behind the scenes of my artworks. :)
—K ♥
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lunaduskxo · 7 months
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“I just...I need you to understand," muttered Draco hesitantly, pulling in a deep breath. And then he began. "I'm never going to be a man who tells you how lucky I am to have you, even though I know I am. I'm never going to be a man who tells you that you're beautiful everyday, even though you are. And I'm never going to be a man who tells you I love you everyday, even though I do. And I really do, Granger."
"I know you do," she said. "I know.”
Isolation by Bex Chan
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sodamnradd · 2 months
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“I’m asking Theodore Nott to the Ball,” said Hermione, dumping her books on the desk. Ginny raised a brow.
“Do you even know who that is?”
“Oh, shush." Hermione took out an emerald green cover from the pile. “I found his sketchbook. The one that's always on his desk."
“Must be some wicked sketches if they've breached your Quidditch-player fever.” Ginny snatched it.
“I suffer from no such ailment,” she scoffed, but her smile gave her away. More seriously, she said, “I’m lonely, Gin.”
All jokes aside, Ginny felt it, too. “But what's so special about Theo Nott?” She didn’t get it. Hermione could have literally anybody.
“Look at the drawings.” Hermione grinned.
“You snooped?” Ginny tutted. “Naughty, Miss Granger.”
She flipped the cover, licking her fingertip to turn the thick pages with an exaggerated flair. “Shut up,” she cried a few pages in. “Shut up!”
“I know,” said Hermione. “There’s maybe a dozen of them in there.”
“And this doesn’t seem creepy to you?”
Hermione shrugged. “They’re harmless. Look, they’re all from a distance. See that one in the classroom? I think it’s from Transfiguration. My hair was braided like that one morning. They’re rather beautiful.”
Ginny sang out, “He liiikes you.”
She handed the sketchbook back, and Hermione began casting spells over it.
“What are you doing?”
“Locking it up.”
“Not only did you snoop, but you also broke his privacy charms?” Ginny’s grin widened.
"I'm Head Girl," she reasoned. "Simply monitoring."
Ginny kicked Hermione under the table, giving her the hurry-up-and-get-on-with-it eyes. Theo Nott had just entered the library with Malfoy, who seemed to have come from Quidditch practice.
Hermione finished casting her spells, then tousled her hair, pretending to study.
As the Slytherins passed by their table, Hermione called out innocently, “Theodore?”
Theo turned at the sound of his name, appearing confused, or maybe distrustful, when he realised it was Hermione. Odd for a bloke supposedly obsessed with her.
“I found your sketchbook,” she said, holding it up.
Malfoy stepped forward, hand outstretched. “That’s mine, actually.”
(340 words, prompt: that's mine actually, cross-posted from twitter, now illustrated by DamnOverdrive)
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jaxxartbox · 8 months
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Draco giving a very rude person both a genuine warning and a threat on behalf of his wifey.
While he’s capable of going “scorched earth” for her, he knows Hermione is very much capable of doing the same (or worse😂)
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artfleureia · 2 months
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Quick doodle of these two that I thought I’d share
hi everyone long time no see. I started this blog when I was 16 with a silly teenage obsession on Dramione and now Im turning 20 with a silly obsession on Dramione haha.
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drami1 · 1 year
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A kiss under the mistletoe🤝
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meriyart · 4 months
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eighth year, mutual pining, idiots in love (hermione’s on top of the covers bc she didn’t have the heart to move crooks lol)
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ectoheart · 6 months
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A few dramione artists decided to do a Secret Santa art collab where we submitted lineart and someone else would anonymously color it. I got @roseheira amazing lineart and I couldn't be happier. I love your art so much Rosé! I hope I did it justice 🫣💚
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runningquill-art · 3 months
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“What the bloody hell are you doing?” asked Draco.
Granger collapsed out of the horrid tangle and found her knees. “Yoga. What the bloody hell are you doing?”
Draco had seen this mysterious term on Granger’s schedule. “That’s yoga? What kind of self-inflicted martyrdom–?”
Now that he had ascertained that there was no immediate threat, Draco could take in the scene. There were candles flickering in a corner and soft music was playing. Granger was outfitted in those ridiculously form-fitting Muggle clothes, khaki green this time. Her hair was pulled into a French braid, thick as Draco’s wrist.
Granger was looking at him like he was an absolute bellend. “I was trying a Taraksvasana–”
“A what?”
“A scorpion handstand – I’ve been working towards it for weeks, and I almost had it, until you came in like a bolt from the blue and frightened me out of my wits!”
Draco was feeling increasingly foolish. He pulled his cloak closed to cover his pyjamas. There was little he could do about his bare feet. “What, pray, is the point of yoga?”
“Flexibility. Strength. Balance. Finding serenity.”
Draco eyed Granger with cynicism at the last bit. “Have you found it?”
“No,” said Granger. She got to her feet with evident irritation. “Kindly recalibrate your ring so you only show up in a real crisis.”
She flicked the Elektik lights on. Her cheeks were flushed. A trickle of perspiration was running down her neck. Her chest still heaved from her exertion. Draco could smell salt, female sweat, and the burnt wick of a candle.
His idiot brain took this image and immediately created several new neural pathways that had never existed previously, connecting the idea of Granger with the concept of sexy.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 6: Finding Serenity, by @isthisselfcare
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DMATMOOBIL art 23/?
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annagaw · 3 days
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HELLO! Today is exactly one month since I started this tumblr - and what a month! To mark the occasion, this unidentified, chubby-cheeked Granger-Malfoy child; Crookshanks - destroyer of worlds, receiver of nice pats, master of the big stretch - and I just wanted to say thank you so bloody much for making my first month of sharing my fan-art so magical!
I’m going to spare you my sentimental ramblings about why exactly the Dramione fandom is so meaningful to me, but just want everyone to know how much I appreciate your feedback and enthusiasm. I don’t generally care at all about things like followers or engagement; this account and my illustrations are very much for my own enjoyment. However, yesterday I realised I’d passed the 100 follower mark, so feel it’s worth acknowledging what an honour it is to have so many people to share in the excitement of this fandom with, both here and in my ancestral home, the subreddit.
Judging by the current state of my WIP folder, there is so much more to come in future. And I look forward to sharing it with you all. ❤️
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lepra-art · 1 year
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and he would risk it all, to turn this moment into eternity✨
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noxmalfoy · 8 days
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my twitter doesn’t have the right target audience for this so I came here
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lunaduskxo · 6 months
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dramione fanfic always prevails 🥹
credit to literarylovebirds.
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