Hermione couldn’t help but notice her only competition in Potions was haunted by the war as much as she. As his hands shook, she couldn’t stop her bleeding heart from dragging her to his aid.

how everything good in life seems to lead back to you (exist for love, aurora)

Exaltation

My /mudblood/

Video of the process is already in TikTok ✨

This is kinda old but I finally finished it #procreate #dramioneedit #dracomalfoy #dramione #commission #commissionsopen #dramionefanart #fanart #hermionegranger #hermionegrangeredit #hermione #draco #granger #malfoy #harrypotter #griffindor #Slytherin https://www.instagram.com/p/CT5_2-GK9uZ/?utm_medium=tumblr

At home in front of the fire...

Trying new things during a bout of insomnia 🌙Change can be fun

Hi everyone, I’m LLZ. After reading so many wonderful Dramione fanfictions, I must do something;)

Hermione: [to Blaise, Theo, and Pansy] Draco carries a picture of the 5 of us in his wallet. He said whenever he faces an obstacle he looks at the picture and the problem disappears.

Pansy: Aw that’s so sweet!

Hermione: That’s what I thought, until he said-

Draco: What problem could possibly be bigger than dealing with the four of you?

A piece voted on in my Instagram stories: “spicy, 8th year trope in the prefects bathroom”. Uncensored version on Twitter

Genderbend mudblood scene 🐍🪄🦁 (I imagine the female version of Draco to be totally like Regina Gorge 🙊) The first of some “Herman and Draconia” takes I’ve been sketching, the other ones are more romantic :3 . #dramione #genderbend #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #genderbender #hogwarts #harrypottermovies #illustration #artistsoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CT-2Z0sg1sf/?utm_medium=tumblr

hermione granger 42nd birthday party

Draco player 

„Someday I am going to love him in a moment that isn’t stolen, she promised herself.”

— Manacled, Chapter 35, @senlinyu

I had to make a new Instagram account, because my old one (dragonlyart) got deleted! Just shared my first post there! 🤍 I also had to choose a new name, it’s ADRA ART now 🔥

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Autumn ‘fits 🍂🖤

Secrets Make Friends (With Benefits)

Chapter Two

Summary:

Hermione Granger knew how to keep a secret.

Draco Malfoy was her favourite of them all.

Preview:

Hermione pounded her fist against the pillow.

She pretended it was Malfoy's face, even as she remembered the way those lips had caressed her own, the way his lean fingers had dug into pliant flesh, the way his whispered words skirted over her skin.

It felt like a dream.

No reality existed where she and Malfoy could possibly be anything more than cordial acquaintances.

Right?

Link: AO3

Banner by @dreamsofdramione 💜

Hermione was an absolute swot. Her hair was always a mess and she would stick random objects in it, often forgetting they were there. She bought new quills weekly due to her inability to keep them out of her mouth. Draco shouldn’t have found her so charming. Oh, but he did.

" you are safe now Draco, you are safe."

I was first to say “I love you”.

We were at the Black Lake. It was spring. I had my back resting at a tree, a blanket laying under me and a picnic before me. You had asked for a picnic date and I couldn’t refuse your sweet request. I had immediately provided and that Saturday, instead of joining everyone (and their terrible stares and their gossip) in Hogsmeade, we had a picnic by the Lake. We needed that time alone, away from those who called us names. “Death Eater scum. How can a war heroine be with him?” We had had enough.

You were in my arms, laying between my legs, with your head resting on my chest. You were reading a book. Not a wizarding book, not even schoolwork. It was a muggle novel, about a man who lived in his fantasies and thought himself to be a knight. I was reading over your head and you pretended not to know that I was doing that. I knew you knew I was reading because you waited a couple of minutes before turning the page. The book was in Spanish and I was terrible in any language that wasn’t English or French.

My hands were tangled in your curls. I was tugging them and playing with the perfect ringlets. Or I was massaging your scalp and you were humming in pleasure. Such beautiful sounds you were making. You were mesmerizing when you read and you were even more enticing when you read in my arms. Some men are turned on by the naked body of a woman. And there I was, my body overflowing with desire as I had you in my arms, fully dressed in jeans and a sweater, reading Don Quixote in Spanish and translating to me the words I couldn’t understand.

You were, and are, a perfect creature.  

I was first to say “I love you”. I stole it from your lips that day.

You were reading in my arms and I was holding you tight, playing with your hair and at some point, you put your book down and turned around to face me. I could swear that your eyes had the colour of amber at that moment and for a second, I was magnetized to their depth. And then my eyes traveled from your eyes to your freckled nose and rosy sun-kissed cheeks. Then I looked at your lips, rosebud and perfect, set in a shy smile that spoke words without voicing them.

“Draco, I…” you said and I stole the words from your lips as I kissed you. And as we tried to even our breaths, I whispered what I had known for an embarrassing long time.

“I love you.”

I was first to say those words. But even after years of blissful marriage, after three children (and two cats and a dog), after grandchildren, after hardships and love that heals the deepest wounds, after years of having you reading in my arms, I’ll never tire of hearing them from your lips, my Hermione.

They: Do you like Dramione?

Me, nervously closing all ficbook tabs with them on my Phone, closing notes with my latest fic, hiding all the arts I saved: Yeah... Kinda...