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[sailtomarina]

Make it right

Draco spat the blood out of his mouth before wiping his chin clean. Shame burned low in his stomach at the reality of it all: his return to Hogwarts after the trial, his sentencing to ten years of Ministry work following graduation, and his inability to defend himself under the strict guidelines of his probation. Each day brought with it new tortures in the form of taunts, hexes, and fists. The worst part was that he didn’t even try to avoid punishment. He chased it the way his friends used to take potions—often, and in great quantities.

Like, for example, today.

He could have walked away the second class ended, made his way back to the castle and the safety of his dorm room. Instead, he’d watched Hagrid saunter off into the Forbidden woods to gather Acromantula venom, gathering his belongings in as slow a manner as possible. 

He’d seen the way Finnegan glared at him throughout the entire duration of class, how he’d exchanged whispers and nods with the other wizards near him.

The jelly-legs jinx hit him just as he made to stand with his bag, sending him sprawling face first into the boulder towards which he faced. He’d turned his head just in time to avoid a broken nose, but the impact on his teeth still cut up the inside of his mouth.

“Why didn’t you move, or at the very least, block that?”

He didn’t have to turn around to recognize that voice. It was the voice he heard in his dreams tinted with screams and piss and so much blood.

It was the voice he most desired and feared. Of anyone, she was the one who most deserved justice against him. He wanted her to kick and scream at him, call him all the terrible names he knew fit.

“Because it’s the very least I can offer them.”

She cast the counterspell, and Draco stood to brush the dirt off his clothes, leaving smears in their wake. He could use a charm to vanish the mess, but he hardly ever used magic outside of classes anymore. The weight of his wand felt like clasping the hand of a stranger now, rather than the comforting friend it had always been in the past.

“Scourgify.”

The marks he’d left behind vanished. He turned around to yell at Granger for her meddling and complete lack of self-preservation. The words never left his lips, instead becoming trapped on his tongue as she moved the tip of her wand up to his face without the slightest hesitation. Was this the moment he’d been waiting for?

“Episkey.”

The sharp pain in his cheek faded to nothing, and he probed the spot with his tongue to verify the cuts had healed.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Her actions didn’t make any sense to him. She shouldn’t be here, cleaning him up and casting healing spells.

“Righting a wrong,” she said, her voice calm and steady as if the response was only natural.

“Righting a wrong.” 

He couldn’t help but repeat what she’d said, in utter disbelief at the implication. “Are you daft?”

“What’s daft, Malfoy, is you seeking out every single person looking for petty revenge.” Her rebuke was quick, slapping him with her disapproval.

“Finnegan deserves some satisfaction just as much as I deserve punishment,” he choked out. This was the first time he’d dared utter them aloud, even though he’d said them to himself a million times and more. He chanted them, repeated them almost like a prayer each night.

“Looking for pain the way that you are doesn’t make any of it right.” Her gaze, a clear shade of light brown like the honey he stirred into his tea, pierced him straight through. She saw too much.

Then again, she always had.

Trapped under his eyes the way that he was and feeling a rare moment of naked honesty, he again let out more of his true self.

“I don’t know what else to do.”

At that admission, she cocked her head to the side, chewing on her lip like she often did when considering a particularly trying problem. Her brows rose, lighting up as an idea came to mind.

“Catch.”

Not a half second later, her bag was flying towards him. He caught it just before it hit the ground, the weight of the shelf’s-worth of books she must have stuffed into it nearly knocking him on his arse.

“Bloody hell, Granger, this thing must weigh more than a hippogriff,” he grunted, hoisting the bundle more evenly into his arms. She smirked at the gripe, remembering a specific hippogriff and his specific blunder then.

“You’re my study buddy now, and you’ll accompany me to and from class and the library until graduation. Your choice, of course.” Spinning on her heels, she started her ascent back to the castle with the full expectation of his acquiescing to her offer.

Draco’s mind went through a series of mental gymnastics over the turn of events as he watched the distance increasing between them. He could drop her books and go his own way. Malfoys didn’t bow to others.

Unless they were Voldemort.

Or sentenced to Azkaban.

Or…

He could swallow his pride and follow the witch. Maybe she knew the real meaning of justice. Maybe she could help him figure out who he was outside of the family name and the Mark.

His mind made up, he grit his teeth and took the first step towards a future of his own making. He found Granger stopped and facing his way as she waited. The smile that stretched across her face when she noticed him moving hit him as hard, if not harder, than her ridiculous bag.

A smile for him rather than at his expense.

With she the giver and he the recipient, the smile took on a whole new meaning. Perhaps instead of seeking his own pain, he could seek joy for her and, just maybe, for himself. 

WC 999

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Twitter prompt from DramionePrompts

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[extremewritersblock]

A drabble in which Hermione has to babysit a drunk Draco

“I like you, Granger.”

“You’re drunk, Malfoy.”

“Am not,” he said. He had his head propped up on one hand, using the other to finish off the remnants of his - 9th - drink. 

After he’d double and triple checked that the inside of his mug held no more alcohol, he discarded it on the bar top - it clattered with a *thud *- and moved on to his next drunken thought. 

“Why do people say they don’t like your hair?” *hiccup*

“I wasn’t aware that my hair was a popular topic amongst your friends, but thanks for letting me know.” She self consciously pulled at a stray piece resting on the nape of her neck.

“Well, they’re wrong, I like your hair.” *hiccup*

Before Hermione could - thank him? - Malfoy was out of his seat and stumbling confidently towards a couple of girls a few chairs down. 

“Hey, ‘scuse me. Hi, my names Draco. Don’t you like her hair? It has just the right amount of curly, don’t you think?” He was gesturing to Hermione theatrically, like she was the grand prize at the end of a game show.

Hermione, unsure whether it was Malfoy or the girls who needed rescuing from the situation unfolding in front of her, raced up behind him, gripped either side of his shoulders and attempted to move him away.

“Excuse my friend, he’s sloshed,” she said to the girls, who were both doing their best to hide the fit of giggles brought on by Malfoy's... drunkenness.

“Actually I’m her boyfriend,” he said, then his voice changed to a whisper, “but she doesn’t know that yet” - *hiccup* - “so shhhhh.” He placed a finger to his lips to demonstrate how they should stay quiet.

“Malfoy, you are not my boyfriend.” She’d finally succeeded at steering him back to their spot at the bar. He stumbled back onto his barstool. “You have to stop telling people that, or they’ll start to think its true.”

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for an acknowledgement that he’d hear her. 

He was looking back at her, dreamily.

“Well?” she asked, trying to coax an agreement from him.

“I wanna kiss you,” he said, but it came out more like ‘iwanuhkishoe’.

Hermione sighed. 

He was reaching for his drink that he’d already finished off when -

“Draco that’s not your drink! That’s hand sanitizer, you absolute donut.”

“Oooh donuts. They sound delightful right now, don’t they?” he said, then became distracted by a bartender who was passing by them. She was holding a bottle of liquor topped with a sparkler, so tiny flames were dancing in the air. 

The table who had ordered the bottle broke out into a tipsy rendition of the “Happy Birthday” song. Draco happily clapped along.

When it stopped, he quickly turned to Hermione, his face suddenly distraught.

“You know what I just thought about?” he asked. He wore a slight pout.

“What’s that, Malfoy?” She was done trying to guess what nonsense would come out of his mouth next.

“Dragons”

Yup, she would’ve never guessed that.

“What about Dragons?”

“Well Dragons have birthdays, right?”

He posed a good question. Her analytical tendencies wanted to argue that, while yes, dragons are born and thus have birthdays, they don’t have the intelligence to celebrate their birthdays like humans do, so it could be a subjective question. However, to her very drunk acquaintance, she just said:

“Yes - I assume so...” 

“Well, dragons can’t - they’ll never be able to blow out their own birthday candles. How *hiccup* sad.”

She facepalmed.

“You know, it’s been a fun date,” he said 

“We’re not on a date. Your friends left you and I couldn’t, in good conscience, leave you by yourself in your.. current state.”

“Oh. Well d’you wanna go date me sometime?”

“Let’s discuss this when you sober up.”

“Wrong answer. Ten points from Gryffindor.”

“Well Malfoy, this has been a fun.. whatever this was.. but I think it’s time to get you home.”

After a few minutes of slurred protest, and one last swipe at the bottle of hand sanitizer, Draco let Hermione Apparate them back to his apartment.

They arrived with a very clumsy jolt. Somehow, both of them managed to stay on their feet.

“Ooh.. head rush,” Malfoy said. 

Luckily, he’d appeared right next to his bed, and decided to forgo the entirety of his night time routine and just fall into the blankets. 

Unluckily, he’d forgotten he was still attached to Hermione’s arm, and brought her right down with him. She fell with an, “OOOF.”

She let herself lie there for a few seconds, a little hopeful that Malfoy would just go to sleep so that she could escape to her own apartment, but when she finally decided to remove her arm from his, she felt his hand grasp hers.

“Please don’t go,” he said. His eyes, though open, drooped sleepily.

“You won’t sleep well if I stay with you.” She adjusted the blankets around him.

Why did a part of her actually want to stay? Did she expect him to remember any of this in the morning?

She told herself it was her own morality that made her consider accepting his request, and that she’d feel horrible if she left him alone while he was this intoxicated.

As if he was reading her mind -

“Please stay,” he said again, though his voice was growing quieter as sleep threatened to take him.

And so, she stayed.

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[viridianphile]

7th yr., dramione, fluff, rivals, down bad Draco

Draco just wants to sleep in his quarters, skip his classes and dream and dream and dream.

He hates seeing his classmates, hates their mindless talk about who fancies who, and most of all hates having to see her in flesh.

As she shoots up a know-it-all hand, starts parting her plump lips to answer, her annoying voice reverberating around his skull, he might as well combust on the spot.

Especially if he has to deal with his problem. This particular problem, he figured, the only way to solve it is to sleep it all away.

Which he did, but to make matters worse, he sees her in his dreams, EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. TIME.

And things always end up the turn for the worse. Always the worse (for lack of better word). He gets to wake up with the lingering thought of her in his newly minted state of wakefulness and a raging hard-on.

It is a problem, yes indeed.

Which begs the question, why does Draco Lucius Malfoy want to sleep and sleep and sleep?

It is obvious really, he’s definitely infatuated with her, his subconscious unconsciously dreaming of her.

But quite literally, in vulgarized fashion; Draco Lucius Malfoy lusts for Hermione Jean Granger.

And he doesn’t want to admit it yet.

“Draco, fuck you, wake up,”

He groans in his sleep.

Theo slapped the supple cheek of his bare arse “Look at that fucking kinky arse! I bet you fell asleep touching yourself all day thinking of Granger. Is that why you didn’t go to class yesterday?”

Draco immediately springs up, head still groggy and confused. Theo mussed his already messy bed hair, “I understand mate, the snakes understand,” he tuts compassionately.

“Understand wha—?” Malfoy blinks, until everything dawned upon him.

“What the fuck are you doing here Not?!”

Theo raises his palms up defensively.

“Uh—your girl’s waiting for you, and I being your faithful wingman came to pick you up and tell her your undying love,” he then places a diplomatic hand over his heart solemnly.

“My girl? Which girl? What girl?” Draco aka “completely lost” Malfoy throws the dark haired boy a skeptical look,”Last time I checked I was single with an idiot henchman for a best friend”

“Merlin to Draco, it’s Granger, the love of your life? She literally confessed her love for you in front of the whole class under the influence of a veritaserum”

“You’ve got to be kidding”

“No. You missed the chance to witness the legendary confession of the swot to her equally swotty rival”

Malfoy must be dreaming, that couldn’t be real. Theo can’t be real, this must be another dream. Granger’s involved, *again*, so it has to be, right?

He was lost for words, staring into space. Until he slapped himself to reality.

*Holy shit that hurt*

“So then what?” excitement assaults his nerves but apprehension devoured the rest of it.

“Then fly away my little butterfly, spread your wings and chase for the nectar of your dreams! Go before she changes her mind!”Theo spreads his arms dramatically, he has the spunk for theater.

Draco hurriedly gathers himself to leave but reaches back towards his henchman, “Wait, fuck, give me your pants.”

Oh right, he forgot.

Draco swiftly accio’d Theo’s pants and quickly fastened himself to decency. Theo merely let him and pats a proud father’s hand on Draco.

“Go my little soldier, this is your war—“before Theo finishes, Draco already left the chambers to chase for Granger, his dearest rival and apparently…the love of his life?

***

“Granger!”

“Malfoy?”

Granger stops in her tracks while Draco collects himself until he’s back in proper circulation.

One huge gulp of air and he’s back on his knees, a look on Granger and he’s a pathetic flustering idiot. But backing down isn’t an option and so…

“You…you fractured me to my undoing. My soul cripples at the mere thought of you. You make me lose my mind, the greatest tragedy of mine. Granger…I think I might be also in love with you…”

Hermione blinked, eyes wide. What did she just hear? If this what they call…a confession?

But seriously, from Malfoy? Her rival? The bane of her existence? The annoying fly who pests her academic endeavors, everywhere she goes?

But a pretty handsome fly too though…

An unexpected blush creeps up to her cheeks, and wait a minute…what’s with this sudden burst of emotion? Why is he looking at her like he’s about to beg on his knees for her?

He’s absurd. His unnecessarily poetic monologue’s absurd…too sudden. And are those Theo’s dress pants he’s wearing?

“Malfoy…what…I…are you serious?”

This Hermione, the brightest witch of her age, suddenly lacked the sense to speak.

Draco stops, his heart taking a sudden lurch.

“But..Theo..”

Hermione’s pulse flutters.

“What about Theo, hmm?”

He just realized.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard”

That jerk tricked him.

And surprisingly it worked.

(End)

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[dhr-dump]

One night, Potter arrives at the Manor, his anger evident, and Draco can only imagine why. He was just thankful that he didn’t jinx him on sight, given his set of skills as an Auror, given what had happened between him and Hermione. Due diligence, he guessed.

“Why are you doing this, Malfoy?”

His first words to him, fuming.

Meanwhile, he can only pretend.

“Please, Potter, I don’t need you coddling me.”

“I’m here for Hermione. And you hurt her.”

He flinches. He knows why he’s here, of course. He’d hurt her when she was the one who confessed first. He’d hurt her when he didn’t respond to her feelings. When he only stared at her. When he only retreated.

“Probably better now rather than prolonging it.”

Potter pulls him by the shoulder a bit too hard.

“What are you doing? You’re in love with her!”

Draco tries so hard not to lose the walls in his mind.

“I never said that.”

“I can see it in your eyes, Malfoy.”

He almost laughs, but there is only the unease in his breath. He seethes instead.

“There’s nothing in my eyes. Do you see images of her anywhere? What the fuck have you been drinking—”

“Arsehole! It’s when you’re with her, you’re happier.”

Draco blinks, then sighs when he looks down at his feet. He knows that. There's no need to tell him that.

“Why, Malfoy?”

Draco smiles, the saddest one he could muster.

“It’s because I don’t deserve her, Potter,” he says, shrugging Potter’s hand off his shoulder. “She deserves someone better.”

When Potter leaves the Manor, Draco pretends not to hear his last words to him.

“You’ve been better than you were, Malfoy. I just hope you see that.”

I just hope you see that, her voice echoes in his mind instead of Potter’s, and it accompanies him in his dreams until he sees her again.

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[draqo-pctter]

it’s your fault we’re in detention a dramione microfic/ words 464 tags: eighth year, insinuated nsfw prompt taken from dramioneprompts on twitter

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Hermione stared down at her dirt-caked gloves and tried to remember how she’d gotten there. 

First, she’d come back for her eighth year. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Give herself one more year to check graduation off her to-do list before moving on to the find a career box. 

Second, she’d happened upon Draco Malfoy shortly after the welcoming feast. He’d smiled at her, albeit a bit nervously and without much eye contact, and she’d decided to approach him. Strike up a conversation. Bury the hatchet. 

Third, that first conversation had turned into a second, then a third. And then, they were partners in potions, and they would study together in the back of the library. 

Fourth –

“Blast these fucking gloves,” Draco grumbled to himself on the other side of the table. “I must have been given the smallest pair Professor Sprout could find.”

“It’s your fault we’re in detention,” Hermione quipped, a small smile begging to slip onto her lips. “I’d say it’s only fitting.”

Fourth, Draco had kissed her one night after walking her back to the Gryffindor common room. And she’d kissed him back with a desperation Hermione hadn’t known she was capable of. 

“I think it was quite worth it,” Draco smirked at her, briefly forgetting about his gloves. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Fifth, that kiss had led to things that made Hermione’s cheeks flush when she remembered them. The way his hands felt beneath her skirt, how it sounded when he moaned her name into her ear, the salty taste of his skin on her tongue. 

“Worth it or not,” Hermione averted her gaze back to her gloves and the excess potting soil covering the table. “I’ve already re-potted six Alihotsy, and you’ve hardly managed two.”

Sixth, it had been Professor Sprout who found them… indecently exposed in the greenhouse after hours the previous week. They had to re-pot her entire hoard of Alihotsy plants and had to finish by midnight. It was already ten thirty.

“These gloves are impossible,” Draco said again, already beginning to take them off. “Can we trade?”

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him but took hers off. Draco stepped around the table to exchange gloves. His fingers brushed against hers, the feeling of it urging her to step closer to him. 

“You’re impossible,” Hermione breathed. he looked down at her, eyes sparkling in the dim candle light of the greenhouse. 

“Irresistible,” Draco corrected. His voice sounded as hungry as she did. 

And then, he leaned down to close the distance between them, the kiss soft and almost reverent. Draco pulled back far too soon for Hermione’s liking, smiling at her as if she’d put the moon in the sky herself. 

Seventh, Hermione didn’t regret any of it. Not one bit.

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[cyprus-green]

Dramione Prompt: Does it hurt?

NSFW 18+ , BDSM, Daddy Kink, Pain Kink

The heavy supple leather of the flogger connects again. Tender skin turns red, her moans echo around the room.

'Does it hurt?'

'No, Sir.'

'Oh, no?'

Before she can answer the swish and clack of 22 tails hitting her pussy steals her breath away.

Then he does it again and again. After a handful of hits, she's begging for relief. He tuts and coos at her pleas.

'Shhh, I know darling. I know.'

His cool fingers kiss her stinging skin, and she keens at the gentle touch. She's swollen. From arousal, from punishment, perhaps both.

A quick rub of her clit through her puffy outer lips gives her cause to buck against the pressure.

When she mewls he lifts his hand and he gets close to her ear again. She's nodding through tears, high off the lingering sting.

'Lets try that again, shall we?' He whispers.

Hitting her cunt with the entire flat of his hand, she squeals into the air and hes kissing her cheek, taking in her salty tears.

'Does it hurt?'

'Yes, Sir'

'How bad?'

'Please no more, please, Sir'

He follows a path of tears, kissing down her neck. His hand slaps her cunt again, and he kisses her jaw sweetly as she screams.

'Please, please...' ,she sobs.

'Please what, my slut?'

His fingers come down and spread her pussy, revealing an obscene amount of arousal pooling between her lips. He tuts at her vocal response.

'Oh, Gooooddsss' she's bucking, her face red, sweat on her brow. She's consumed by the heady high of pain and pleasure.

A few circles have her arching. She wails when she feels two fingers plung into her roughly. He's working her body into a frenzy.

His mouth sucks on her inner thigh. She wails again as he curls his fingers and begins pumping them faster. And faster.

Without any forewarning he pulls out and removes himself from her. The cry she makes is pitiful.

'What is it, naughty girl?'

'Daddy, please!'

An involuntary groan leaves his chest and he quickly rubs at her clit again.

'Oh...Daddy, is it?' His eyes shine in mischevious delight. It's always something special watching his Granger sink deeper into subspace.

'What do you need, my pretty girl?'

'Daddy! Please I need to come!' Her whine is high pitched and desperate.

He coos at her and slaps her cunt once before roughly pumping his fingers into her again.

'Daddy! Daddy-' she chokes on her words as he presses his lips against her messy, swollen cunt.

Her cries carry beyond the walls of the room.

'What do you want, Princess?'

'Please, can I come? Please? Daddy, it hurts. It aches so bad... I need it. Please!'

Her desperation peaks as she wails.

His answer nearly brings her over the edge, as he growls into her.

'Come on my lips. Come for me. Be a good girl and come for your Daddy.'

That's all the permission she needs as he licks and sucks on her clit mercilessly, still pumping into her over and over.

The orgasm that tears through her has Hermione bucking her hips as she clenches tightly around three of his thick fingers.

Her orgasm crashes over her, fire and sweet release, pain and delicious need as he finger fucks her through the blissful spasms.

Her comedown is long but it gives him time to lick her clean.

By the time she's done, his chin glistens with her come. She stares up at him with exhausted and vulnerable eyes. She's never looked more beautiful.

Before she can say a word, her hands and legs are released from their cuffs. He wastes no time gathering her naked body against his own.

His hard chest is hot against her cheek. His lips come down to her brow and she can feel him flicking his wand. When she turns, he's conjured a cup of water, a few rags and an ice pack. He hands her the glass and watches her patiently, as she gulps it down.

His hand gently spreads her legs and with one hand he gathers the damp towel, gently dabbing her sensitive core. He whispers gently to her as he cleans.

'Such a good girl, for Daddy.' ...'You did so good, darling.' ...'Gods, you're perfect.' ... 'You're so fucking beautiful.'

After drying her, he cleans his mouth and presses his lips against her temple. Gently he places the ice pack between her thighs.

'Feels better?'

'Feels perfect. Thank you, Daddy.' She sighs into him. She's exhausted, but oh so content. Floating above the clouds where subs go to dream. His hands caress and flutter over her body...

And before he knows it, his beautiful Granger is asleep against him.

Looking around the room he supresses a chuckle. It's thrashed. Rope and cuffs discarded on the floor. A flogger and riding crop lay halfhazardly on the sofa. Clothes are strewn about. The room smells like sweat and sex.

What a perfect night.

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[girl-with-goats]

TAKING DRAMIONE PROMPTS

Hi hello 🌿

I'm writing a smol dramione series focused on short, fluffy, feel-good but also angsty moments, called softness of love. It's basically a teeny tiny gift for @gloivy because she deserves all the best ❤️

So, I'm taking prompts for drabbles. If you have some and want me to write it, yeet it at me either in the comments here or in the ask inbox or anywhere else. I'll gladly take them. It's fun to write, it's short, and helps fighting my writer's block with my longer wips. 🥺

PLEASE YEET THEM AT ME I BEG YOU

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[tinyq]

My contribution to the D/Hr Advent 2023 fest this year! (If you haven't already, go check out all the pretty art and lovely stories!!) Again, thank you to everyone who nominated me!

Happy Holidays!!

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[dracoslibrary]

"You were saying?"

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[senpiecakes]

Person A, B’s Enemy: *beating the shit out of another villain* B is MY mess to deal with! Get your own!

Person B: (internally) I wanna kiss you so bad.

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[sailtomarina]

Haircut

“Please don’t laugh.” Draco stood awkwardly in the Floo, poised to flee. His usually impeccable locks grew wildly past his shoulders, thick tresses shining like rivers of white gold. Hermione pressed her lips closed tightly together to prevent her giggle from escaping, simply quirking a brow at him. “Depending on what happened, I’m sure I can fix it.” He heaved a sigh of relief before settling beside her on the couch, shucking her legs over his lap. “I was brewing hair growth pots and was distracted when Blaise came by—” Hermione cut him off when she leaned over and ran her fingers through the strands along the arm closest to her. “Mmm, no wonder Zabini's product sells out so fast. Your hair looks and feels a-maaaazing.” His adam’s apple visibly bobbed as he gulped at her touch. “—and, I, uh, neglected to seal the cover when I left. By the time I came back my lab was filled with fumes and I accidentally breathed in a bit.” Her fingers progressed up to comb through the full length of hair, occasionally pausing to massage circles into his scalp. “…Granger?” “Hmmm?” “Not that I’m complaining, that feels fucking fantastic, but care to help a bloke out?” He leaned into her ministrations with a soft growl in his voice, reminding Hermione of dear, departed Crookshanks. “Are you sure you want to cut it? Seems a shame…you could go Lucius-style and tie it back?” Hermione whined when he tugged his hair out of her grip. He glared back at her, offended at the suggestion while simultaneously lifting his chin in a manner reminiscent of the Malfoy patriarch. He swiftly stood, tugging her along with him down the hallway to the washroom. "If there's one thing I'm thankful for with your time in that infernal tent with Potter and Weasel, it's that they gave you plenty of practice on their haircuts." Hermione's mouth went dry when he tugged off his shirt and displayed his chest in all its glory, lean, muscled, and dusted with light hair at the chest that led to a tantalizing trail straight down his stomach into his waistband. "Snip, snip, Granger. Let's get this over with." "Did you have to remove your shirt? I can't focus with all that," she exclaimed, waving at his form. He waggled his eyebrows as he smiled a salacious grin. "I'd rather not get hair all over my clothes, and I'll just take a shower after to clean up. You're free to join me." "Don't tempt the witch with the scissors." She clicked the shears at him menacingly. "Now let's see here..."

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[extremewritersblock]

Drabble: “I wouldn’t mind if you ruined my life, Granger.”

“Quit following me, Malfoy.”

Hermione walked to the back wall of the Manor’s library. She heard the door close behind her and presumed that Malfoy hadn’t listened to her demand. 

“Why did you run away from the party?”

She had - quite literally - run from the room, but after what she’d overheard, she was no longer in the mood to be surrounded by any more of Lucius Malfoy’s cronies. 

“According to your father, I’m just some silly girl out to ruin your life.”

She turned to see him strolling towards her. Even in her angered state, she couldn't help but admire how good he looked in his suit. Bespoke and fit to the black tie occasion, he’d garnered stares from nearly every woman he passed tonight. It was the same at every party his parents threw. He was always the star.

Malfoy didn’t stop walking until he had her back pinned to the wall of books behind her. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you ruined my life, Granger.”

This wasn’t the reaction she had expected. She searched his eyes for their usual twinge of mockery, but it was absent. On the contrary, his look was pleading, silently asking her to understand the position he was in.

Pitted between his father and his secret girlfriend must be a tough spot. 

“I’m not in the business of converting ex-Death Eaters to the good side, but you might want to go let your father know that. He seems concerned.”

Malfoy sighed, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. He started to pace in front of her.

“Look, I don’t know what you heard but -”

“I’ll tell you exactly what I heard. I heard Lucius telling you to start distancing yourself from me. ‘She’s bad for your image’. Something along those lines, if I remember correctly.”

He stopped his stride and began to remove the cufflinks of his shirt. 

“I’m begging you to understand. From my father’s perspective, you and I are not supposed to be together - you go against everything my family believes in. To be associated with you romantically would completely ruin me and everything I've worked so hard to build -”

“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I’m reminded of that at every. single. one. of these parties I attend?” She wanted to yell it, scream at the top of her lungs how much those truths hurt to hear, but she despised the thought of any more Malfoys listening in to this conversation. 

He shook his head, clearly frustrated at the direction their conversation was headed.

“You didn't let me finish. Those are his opinions, Granger, not mine. I couldn’t give a damn about any of those things -”

He reached to touch her face, grazing his hand across her cheek. Without thinking, she leaned her head into his palm, habitually, her eyes closed. She wanted to believe that what he was telling her was true.

“I want to be ruined by you.”

His voice was music to her ears, but his words were music to her heart.

“I’m done trying to be someone my parents want me to be. I’m not that person. I’ll - I’ll burn every bridge I’ve built if it means that you’ll be with me.” He let his finger slide lazily against her skin. She reveled in his touch. “Ruin me. If it means you’ll belong to me, I’ll destroy every part of my life that doesn’t accept you in it.”

She could feel his suspense as he waited to hear her thoughts, but she kept her eyes closed. Could it be that the future that she’d wanted for so long was finally achievable? It felt as though, if she were to open her eyes, reality would come and force their love back into hiding.

“Hermione.”

The use of her given name caused her to meet his gaze. If looks could burn, she would have been an inferno. 

“Please, tell me what you’re thinking. I’m begging you.” He removed his hand from her cheek and found her arm. He brought her hand to his lips, placing chaste kisses along the tender skin of her wrist.

“It’s become exhausting,” she said. 

“What has?” he asked between kisses.

“Pretending to hate you.”

Draco paused for what felt like an eternity. Hermione felt the weight of the moment - like the fate of their relationship hung in the balance of his next words.

“Then let’s stop pretending.”

She let out a sigh she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.

“You’re serious? You’re willing to risk - everything?”

He grabbed her hand, pulling her into him. His hold felt sure and strong, like no matter what they were about to face, they would face it together.

“It’s time we let everyone know that you’re mine.”

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[viridianphile]

The Tale of Two Insufferables

Hermione felt alone in this world. And it just dawned upon her. That no matter how she excels in class, show her worth in the wizarding world, all the wizards and witches in hogwarts are still gonna call her an insufferable know-it-all swot.

But who cares? And so what? She’s got the library for company, and her books. Merlin, how could she feel alone? When she could just bask in the glory of escaping in the world of fiction?

Not even her friends, her best friends could fill in that sickening gap within her heart she never knew what it was and what’s the cure for it. But seriously, what the fuck was that? Even she couldn’t decipher the feeling. Maybe she just felt all alone, in this world. Worthless, she felt.

Whatever, she thought and indulged herself in reading alone in the Hogwarts library.

“Well would you look at that, the swot is alone”

A mocking sneer coming from another insufferable and undesirable wizard in the history of Hogwarts. At least for her, though.

“Malfoy,” she warns.

Unauthorized, he sat beside her. Legs swinging haughtily and manspreading following the subtle lift of his hips.

“Hey”

He greeted like it was all fine invading her personal space, sitting beside her uninvited whilst being enemies-sometimes-acquaintance is completely normal instead of clawing at each other’s throats.

She threw him a sharp look that made him remember too much of the time she punched him in the face. It made him chuckle for such a fond memory.

“What are you doing?” she motions towards his whole corporeal existence that doesn’t seem to read the room.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Right, what is he doing there? Why? Why sit next to Granger? It seemed a pull gravitated him towards that very spot next to her. Or maybe he’s in the mood to piss her of. Maybe both, or none of it at all.

“Honestly Granger, I have no fucking clue”

“You have ten seconds to vacate the seat before I—“

“Alright” and then he stood, plopped next to the seat he left like a child throwing a silent tantrum. His arms crossed, looking everywhere but her.

“Do you have a death wish, Malfoy?” a threatening tone, she gave him a quizzical look when he just sat there not too much of a change as it’s just a seat apart.

Malfoy’s in a silly goofy mood today, Hermione thought.

“I wish that swots realize that library seats are free real estate”

“Really? A muggle phrase? Since when did you become fond of them huh?”

“Since…you”

Hermione blinked.

Malfoy blinked.

Both of them, two, three, four times, a deafening silence stretching between them. Hermione furrows a brow and Malfoy clears his throat, completely ignoring the awkward retort he just dropped.

“Is that Jane Austen?”

And now he’s mentioning Muggle authors? The boy sitting one seat apart from her must be an impostor, a dupe!

“You’re mad Malfoy, and please, it’s Oscar Wilde, where did you learn that from?”

He smirks, smugly running a hand through his blond locks. He forgot to gel it today, she told her once he looked better without it.

“Oh well besides having a massive library at home, I happen to purchase a muggle bookshop. Named it, ‘Books and Crooks’”

“My cat?”

“Yes, your cat”

Theo appears out of nowhere, followed by Malfoy’s slytherin gang, “OH FOR SALAZAR’S SAKE DRACO GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!”

The Slytherin boy shouts across the room, earning a couple hisses and annoyed expressions from the students sitting dispersed around the expanse of the Hogwarts library.

Malfoy gave them a warning look before turning his attention on her, he stood following another run through his hair and straightening his tie.

“Oh Granger, there’s something I have to tell you—er, rather show you…” Draco buckles, cursing himself inwardly. It’s so uncool of him, a trait he didn’t know he possesses for he was a self-proclaimed epitome of coolness.

Hermione waits, a puzzled look on her face. What’s this ferret up to?

She remained seated while towering her, looking nervous. He pulls out his wand and flicks, suddenly the tower of books around her all flew to his command, their spines flapping and fluttering around her head forming a halo.

Hermione stands, gasping in awe of the sight. The book she was reading falls down into her hands and the pages fluttered, slowing down for her to notice the enchanted words dancing and highlighted in bold.

She read..

‘Dearest swot,

Please don’t push me away. You don’t have to be alone in this world.

And surprise…

I’m afraid you’ve bewitched me, body and soul. (Quote by Jane Austen)

P.S.

Can I be your date for the Yule ball?

Let’s be insufferable together,

D.Malfoy

She finished reading and the books fell out neatly to where they’re stacked. A few beats of silence followed, Hermione processing the whole situation.

Malfoy steels himself, the whole charade was unplanned. He didn’t think of a better confessional letter, he didn’t mean to make things turn out like this. It’s all supposed to be eloquent, chivalrous, and poised. He had a script in mind of which his hazy brain forgot—oh, if only he got a brain like Granger.

Granger, oh, Granger. Wherefore art thou Granger?

Lost in thought, the overthinking blonde thought he should be swallowed by the ground by now. He didn’t realize that Hermione was staring at his face, a blush on her cheeks that equally matched his.

“So..uh…what do you think about the book?” he steps closer, his beating heart pounding hard on his chest it almost hurt. Please… he pleads in his head, fighting the urge to take her hand in his, kiss it then let his lips linger.

Hermione swallows, her pulsing heart racing as he takes a slow step forward. She couldn’t fathom how a minute ago she was skulking about her affection deprived life, the next second this blonde twat which was supposed to be her enemy confessed in the most unique and interesting ways like he didn’t think it wouldn’t make her heart beat the same match as his.

“Well the book was clever, I admit”

Malfoy takes another step, this time a few inches separating the two insufferables. Theo wipes an impatient hand through his face, his gang and him entirely immersed, anticipating the moment meanwhile snooping from afar.

“Yeah? Tell me more about it”

A nervous smile but with ardent will and determination, Malfoy briefly reaches the end curl of her riotous brown hair , twirling it lightly with his fingertips. As if he couldn’t help but at least feel a bit of her..

“I think we’re both perfectly matched insufferables”

“And yes, Malfoy. I can be your date for the Yule ball” she added.

Hermione’s heart flutters once more before the whole library erupts in cheers.

“FUCKING FINALLY” Theo, a tired but definitely pleased wingman shouts in enthusiasm.

“The abomination you’ve created Granger, applause, applause. Draco’s going to gush about you like a giggling school girl in the dorms,” Pansy smirks, earning Theo’s approval, a panic but blushing Draco, and a happy and contented Hermione.

End.

A/n: honestly, word vomit. I’m stressed and I just need a dose of dopamine that is dramione. Cheers.

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[dhr-dump]

It was the thirtieth minute since the battle was won.

The sun was out, the clouds dissipated.

It was finally over.

Hermione looked over her friends—their tired eyes and weary smiles told her that they’re okay. That they wouldn’t look for her if she went away. Ron was in an embrace with his mother; Harry, with Ginny. Luna and Neville holding each other’s hand.

Then, she realized…

She didn’t have anyone to go to.

And as much as she wanted to be with her second family, she knew she had to find someone else.

She went out—out of the Great Hall and into the field clattered with boulders and damage, rubble and dust. The dark sizzle of magic disappeared like its master had. Ron and Harry’s distant calls were far from her mind.

Was he…?

He couldn’t be.

She went to the entrance where every casualty was set. Student, faculty, death eater, creature. Every single body that didn’t survive the battle. She thought she saw platinum strands.

But it wasn’t his.

If he wasn’t here, then he should be safe.

But Hermione just couldn’t help but look for him.

She needed to know that he’s safe.

And alive.

She went back to the castle, tried to ask some unsuspecting people.

“Malfoy? Why would you look for him?”

“I saw him with his parents.”

“They walked out of the battle. Probably to hide their cowardly arses where—”

She almost hexed the last one she asked, but only walked away, not wanting to hear what they would say next.

Her heart clenched. She needed to go. She needed to breathe. Anywhere, but inside the castle. Anywhere, but these suffocating walls. Anywhere, but the buzzing whispers and tense looks for her as she went looking for the person most of them didn’t want to see.

Without realizing it, her feet brought her in front of the lake.

Hermione heaved, her hand to her heart as she went closer to the only tree standing.

Her—no, their safe space.

And she almost felt her heart stop when she realized she wasn’t alone.

Platinum blond was the only thing in her mind, and she ran. Towards its owner—towards him. Like she hadn’t seen him in years. Like her soul wanted to latch onto its other half.

His grey eyes were liquid when he saw her, and he almost fell when she crashed into him.

He smelled like death, but who wasn’t when they were at war?

And it’s finally over.

Hermione lifted her eyes to face him. Her voice hoarse, breath hitched, chest clenched.

“I thought you were gone…” she whispered, hoping he’d hear her words.

And of course, he heard her.

“I came back, of course.” He lifted his hand to ease her tears. “I came back for you.”

Nothing ever compared to his fingers, even if they were cold to touch. His voice always did wonders to her heart—and it warmed her enough. He will always be her warmth.

“Did you really?” she asked, her ear settling at the beating inside his chest.

“I promised, didn’t I?” he said without a beat, fingers stroking her curls gently, lips settling at the crown of her head.

She wrapped her arms around his waist tighter.

A sigh of relief escaped her.

“Of course, you did.”

Draco Malfoy rarely did break his promises.

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[draqo-pctter]

get on your knees a dramione microfic/ words 295 tags: nsfw, hogwarts professors prompt taken from dramioneprompts on twitter

Hermione was seated on Draco Malfoy’s desk, chest rising and falling rapidly as she attempted to catch her breath. He’d ripped open her shirt and pushed it just far enough down her shoulders that her chest was exposed, letting him tease, lick, and nip at her breasts as he pleased. 

Her skirt had risen up her thighs, the fabric bunching at her waist and giving Draco an unadulterated view of how badly she wanted him. Hermione thanked her past self for choosing to spend her day panty-less, as the revelation of that fact had been what prompted Draco to lift her onto the desk in the first place. 

“Perfection,” Draco was mumbling against her neck, her pulse hot against his lips. “Like a goddess.” 

“Then get on your knees,” Hermione said, gripping his hair tightly so that she could pull his face up to meet hers. His eyes were melted glaciers, boiling beneath the heat of her gaze. “And worship me like I deserve.”

Draco did as he was told immediately, scrambling to the floor and resting his hands on her thighs. He kept his eyes focused on hers as he kissed his way closer to where she wanted — no, needed — him most. 

His tongue and fingers played homage to the way she knew she made him feel: hard, fast, strong. Slick wet meeting expert touch, her hips bucking off the desk in time with his rhythm. Draco didn’t stop until she pulled him back up to her, folding beneath her touch like a worshiper should in the presence of any deity.

Draco waited for her next command, her next call to prayer. Hermione licked along his bottom lip, tasting herself on his mouth. She pulled back just enough to whisper her last command. 

“Beg.”

-

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[kelserlyspace]

Prompt: No One Has To Know

A Dramione Drabble

Hermione silently got up from the bed & started gathering her clothes on the floor quietly.But it seemed her effort to leave noiseless was useless.

"Going somewhere, Granger?"

She froze and took a breath before looking back. Malfoy had already awoken, he was staring at her.

Draco's elbows were propped up as he looked at her. "Leaving so soon?"

Hermione cleared her throat. "Last night was a mistake."

"Didn't feel like a mistake when you couldn't keep your hands off me." He smirked, grabbing his shirt as he got out of bed.

"I had a bit too much drink, Malfoy." She gripped her shirt tightly. "L-let's just forget it ever happened."

"Sure, blame it on a few shots of butterbeer I gave you, Granger." He scoffed, stepping closer. He smiled as he heard her breath hitched. "You wanted it to happened."

"How would you know?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"The wonders of Placebo Effect. You felt drunk and thought all your inhibitions were down. So down," He held her chin and leaned closer. "-that you felt it's okay to kiss me."

"W-what?" Hermione blinked, so confused.

"Didn't give you any alcohol, Granger," Malfoy chuckled. "Just water with a butterbeer flavor. So, looks like you were all in on wanting to mess around with me."

She had kissed and slept with him of her own volition. Shit.

All she could do was stare at him with wide eyes.

Heat rushed to her cheeks, & she wanted to hide. She hated to admit that she had unresolved feelings for him.

She was supposed to hate him. How could she sleep with the enemy?

What would Harry or Ron think?

She gathered up her courage to say, "Malfoy, no one has to know."

She searched his eyes for confirmation but he sneered and leaned to her ear, whispering, "What makes you think I'll do whatever you say?"

Some part of her panicked. If he doesn't keep this a secret, it'll be hell for her. Her friends would disown her.

"Please, Malfoy."

"No." Malfoy's lips curled up as he leaned away to look at her.

Glaring at him, stepping back. "Would you want your friends or parents to know you had sullied yourself with a Mudblood?"

His face become serious at the word but he quickly masked it with an unaffected expression.

"As much as I loathe the idea, it's going to be pure bliss watching Potty & Weasel's faces turn red when they hear how I fucked their Golden Girl..."

She attempt to slap him but he caught her wrist & leaned to her face, "You can leave." He nods at the exit. "Door's that way."

She stared widely at the door, then at him. No way she was leaving, not without him swearing he won't tell anyone. "Well?" He raised her brows. "You waiting to be escorted out, Princess?"

"Don't tell anyone, Malfoy."

"Haven't I gave you an answer—"

"I'll do whatever u want."

His brows were raised. Clearly, he had not expected that, coming from a snob and stubborn witch like her.

He smiled. "Anything?"

"Yes. Anything. Promise me, no one can know."

He stared at her for a moment then replied. "You have my word, Granger."

A/N:

above are my Dramione black and white sketches I made all afternoon😪

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