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writing-with-syd · 2 years

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hello! i’m not certain if you’re taking requests so feel free to ignore this, but if you are…i would like to request a hermione x slytherin reader!

takes place in the goblet of fire, and krum and reader are constantly going at it with each other. when reader notices hermione sad towards the end of the yule ball, they take her out for a dance. it’s romantic & sweet.

OPTIONAL BUT: maybe reader has a reputation of “it girl, or bad girl” yk those type of gals.

tysm!! love your fics.

Slow Dancing || Hermione Granger x FemSlytherin!Reader

Summary: Hermione and Y/n share more than a dance on the night of the Yule ball.

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warning(s): none

A/n: this took me like 2 weeks and for that im sorry

Chatter could be heard in the Great Hall as the music echoed off the old stone walls. The decorations emitted a euphoric feeling around the room. Snow sprinkled from the ceiling, a result of charms cast by the Headmaster. Wizards and witches alike occupied the dance floor. Others ushering in, not wanting to miss out on the festivities, wearing their best. The young witches spent hours on hair and makeup. Craving to look perfect for a night of pure magic. Young wizards spent a majority of their time fooling around with their mates.

It wasn’t long before Professor McGonagall announced the champions’ dance. Murmurs overturned the live band. Many of which were regarding Ms. Hermione Granger beside her date, of course, much to Y/n’s dismay. It was challenging to picture such a dainty bookworm with someone so dark and brooding. The pair could compare to a rose in a thunderstorm.

Y/n felt her fist clench together tightly. She had assumed Hermione would not be attending. Let alone attending with Viktor. She had to remind herself that she had no right to feel angry, for she had put no effort into asking Hermione to accompany her to the ball. Her fear was to blame. As silly as it sounds, how would a Gryffindor and a Slytherin work together? How could a high-status pure-blood be seen with a simple muggle-born witch? Y/n found it embarrassing when she was alone with her thoughts.

“Is that Hermione… with Viktor Krum?” A nearby student spoke.

“Looks like it.” The other responded with in pure awe.

Y/n couldn’t help but roll her eyes in annoyance at the pair’s conversation. Wishing she was anywhere but in this moment. Blaise, a close friend of Y/n’s, noted the girl’s actions. Immediately recognizing her demeanor irritated. He shakes his head slightly, letting out a small laugh.

“Something funny, Blaise?” She hissed.

“Other than you currently staring holes in the back of Hermione's head, nothing at all.”

“I’m not sure why you’re laughing. Are you here with the girl you wanted to go with?”

“I would be, but I felt bad about you not having a date.”

“Oh, shove off you, git.”

The exchange of words had gifted a minor distraction from her conflict. The two watched as the other couples joined in on the dance. Four became ten. No matter how many people came together on the dance floor, Hermione stayed in Y/n’s point of view. A frown remained on her face. In another grand attempt to lift her spirits, Blaise expressed a tone of humor in his words.

“I don’t suppose you would like to dance?”

She turned to him with a hint of annoyance written over her face and responded, “No, I think I’ll sit this one out, thanks.”

Although, she had made no effort to move. As if someone had glued her feet to the floor. She watched as faint jealousy surged through her. Self-pity followed soon after. Longing to be close to the one she fancied. It killed them not being with her. Y/n had decided she could no longer endure the torture of watching Hermione with another. Effortlessly, Y/n resigned back to her seat. It’s where she lingered for the rest of the night. She watched professors gossip in the corners, failing in their duty to monitor their students. As a group of 6th years snuck off to take sips of firewhiskey hidden from the eyes of head boys and girls. Bearing witness to Ron and Harry sitting along the sidelines, much like herself. As the music slowed, Blaise returned with the likes of Draco and Pansy following behind him.

“Alright, come on, get up,” Blaise spoke.

“And where is it we’re going?” The girl responded.

“There’s an after-party, in the common room,” Pansy answered.

“No, thanks” As she replied, she appeared distracted. Eyes moved with Hermione as she spoke with her closest friends.

Although she was out of earshot, the girl could tell tension filled the air. Y/n had excused herself. Telling the trio she needed a drink, blaming it on the heat of the room. She slipped away and made her way to the punch table. When she walked up to the table, a smile appeared. Viktor Krum had appeared in her field of vision.

“Viktor.” She said cooly

“Ah, Y/n. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“And I didn’t expect to see you here with Granger. Word is you practically begged her.” Y/n said with a sly smirk, taking hold of the ladle and pouring herself a drink.

“Right, but she is here with me. Is she not?” He followed suit. However, he filled two cups instead of one.

“A man with a sense of humor? That’s surprising. Hey, keep it up and next time maybe your date won’t go out with you as a last resort.”

With that, she walked away, drink in hand. Leaving the boy speechless. Her eyes wandered the room for a moment. She was noting how empty it looked compared to earlier in the night. Viktor’s words brought her thoughts back to her troubles. She needed some fresh air. A moment of peace. Gulping down the rest of her drink, she set the cup down at an unoccupied table. And wandered outside. Y/n had found herself in a grotto. Where a lawn previously took place. The moon illuminated the darkness, and fairy lights wrapped around the branches of rose bushes. Y/n then progressed to a nearby bench. Resting on the cool stone. Her eyes watched the moon, acknowledging its beauty. She hadn’t heard heels hitting the stone steps.

“Mind if I join you?”

Y/n jumped and placed a hand on her chest. Felling her heart rate rapidly increase. She pulled her eyes away from the view to find Hermione standing under the archway. The girl hadn’t anticipated being in Hermiomes presence tonight. Truthfully it was the last thing she thought would happen.

“Merlin, Hermione. Announce yourself next time. Why won’t you?”

“Sorry.” She said simply.

Anyone could see something was off. Y/n felt it was her duty to do something. “Take a seat.” Her tone filled with a sense of calmness and compassion. Hermione was grateful for it, although it was unfamiliar.

“Are you alright? You weren’t crying were you?"

“No of course not.” She sniffled wiping her eyes. Sighing in defeat, she added, “Is it that obvious?”

“Well, your running mascara was a dead giveaway.” Y/n giggled lightly, hoping it would assist in lightening the mood.

Hermione only let a small grin form on her face. “Sorry for disturbing you. I just needed…”

“Some time away from everything?” Y/n interrupted.

“Yes, exactly.” The brunette's hands played with one another in her lap. She stared down at them. Unable to look Y/n in the eyes.

“Did you want to talk, about what happened I mean?”

“No, I’m alright.”

The two then sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Both are unsure of what to say next. Hermione took the first step in starting the conversation.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Well, that depends on the question.”

“Do you ever feel forced into a position you don’t want to be in?”

“All the time, I mean have you met my parents?”

“If I’m being honest I didn’t want to come to the ball with Viktor tonight. He’s wonderful really, but he’s not exactly my type.” Hermione explained.

Y/n took the chance to study the girl's features. The way her hair curled perfectly around her face. The way her remaining makeup enhanced her features ever so slightly. Although if you asked Y/n, she would have said Hermione wasn't one who needed to wear the products. Hermione’s eyes remained in her lap. Her breathing now in its natural state. It was Y/n’s turn to put an end to the silence.

“Dance with me.”

“Come again?” Hermione had shifted her focus to Y/n. Searching her features for a sign of sincereness.

“Dance with me.” She repeated. Standing up from her seat. Extending her arm, holding it in front of Hermione. “What, you're not scared, are you, Granger?”

“Of course not. Knowing your reputation, it isn't hard wanting to be cautious.”

“Then stop talking for one minute and take my hand.”

Uncertainty overtook the sitting girl. Slowly she began to move her hand from her lap. Taking hold of Y/n’s. Recognizing how ideally it fit in hers. Y/n lead her to the center of the grotto. The muffled music from the Great Hall could be heard in their secluded location. Far from any distractions. Y/n had wrapped her other hand around Hermione’s waist. While Hermione snaked hers up to Y/n’s shoulder. The two felt a peaceful awareness within each other's company. They didn’t have to put up a show, they could just be in existence without worry or care.

“I didn’t want to come with my date either.” Y/n began. She scoffed before continuing, “It’s quite silly really, but I wanted to go with you.”

Hermione felt her cheeks heat up against the cool night breeze. Her grip on Y/n tensed up. Her eyes followed the movement of her feet. Swaying along to the music. She had managed to calm her nerves before speaking.

"Well, why didn't you ask before?" A hint of genuine curiosity filled her tone.

Y/n paused, being too ashamed to continue. After a moment of reluctance, the girl uttered, "I was afraid. Of what people would think. Of what my parents would think."

"I understand… Are you afraid now?”

She looked into her dark amber eyes. Finding they sparkled in the moonlight. Without hesitation, she spoke with a grin, “No, not anymore.”

“Good.” It was then Hermione’s turn beam.

“Would you have said yes?” Asked Y/n.

Hermione nodded her head, her smile never fading. Y/n’s hand had traveled its way from Hermione’s waist up to her cheek. Pushing back a stray hair behind her ear. Following the action by running her thrumb across her cheek. Hermione melted into Y/n’s touch. Humming in contentment. Y/n caught herself eyeing Hermione’s lips.

“Hermione, may I-”

However, before she could finalize her sentence, Hermione had pressed her lips against Y/n’s. The kiss was filled with an innocent passion. A type of sweetness that could make your teeth rot. The seconds sped by like hours and the girls wouldn’t have changed that for anything. Unwilling, they pulled apart. Both grinning ear to ear. Without anything more to say, They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a moment more. Not wanting the night to end.

#hermione fic #hermione fanfiction #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger #hermione x fem!reader #hermione x slytherin!reader #hermione granger fluff #hermione granger fic

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in-the-middle-of-the-room · 7 months

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"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I'm not ," she said.

•~•

" I mean it when I say I love you— and come Death Eaters or ghouls, my future has you in it— You are my future."

Fred and Hermione in Falling through time by wittyhistorian (Ao3)

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kierancaz · 5 months

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Saving The Dance.

note: this is based off of a video I saw on TikTok about watching little women and only seeing Hermione and Regulus Black in Meg and Laurie. Someone made a comment saying they wanted a fic of this and I said I’d write one and then like 30+ people responded saying they wanted to be tagged so here I am. Sorry if the speech is very old-timey I’ve been reading a lot of period piece novels and watching a lot of period shows I don’t actually remember how to write them like people who aren’t from the 1850s.

warnings: none, tad bit of Ron hate maybe but mot really bc I love him and he’s my boy. Also Ron x Hermione bc Ron redeems himself. Obviously this is not canon compliant ALSO THIS IS NOT A SHIP. my girl Hermione gets shipped with everyone in Harry Potter even if they are two decades older than her and dead so this is NOT A SHIP.

Ron has done it again. He has ruined yet another ball for Hermione. First was the Yule Ball and now it was the Blacks yearly Summer Solstice Celebration. Hermione was so looking forward to this but of course Ron had to go and ruin things by opening his big mouth.

As the name implies, a member of the Black family holds this celebration in the first day of the summer solstice each year, this year it was Regulus turn. The ball was being held at 12 Grimmauld Place. Sirius had passed the house down to Regulus because he wanted nothing to do with it, since then Regulus had made some great improvements on the place.

However Hermione was enjoying none of these improvements. She was sitting solemnly on a couch, resting her head over the back of it so she can stare out the window and mindlessly pick at the loose threads. Since she had sat there not one person had come to see how she was though she was very clearly upset.

Harry was off galavanting with Sirius, Ginny was discussing something with Draco (most likely quidditch strategies, that’s all they ever talked about). Fred and George were slipping something into Mr. Malfoy’s drink as Neville and Luna acted as a distraction (Hermione watched this for a while as it was mildly entertaining. Neville was stumbling over every third word and Luna was speaking with her ever serene, if a little… absent, smile about something that was very obviously making little to no sense to Mr. Malfoy. But he didn’t seem to know how to properly excuse himself from the conversation). Remus was very deep in discussion with Mr. Moody and Tonks about something that Hermione thought was probably very interesting, as Remus always had good topics of discussion, and Ron. Ron was resolutely avoiding her after their blow up fight earlier. He was even going as far as to talk with Blaise, Pansy, Theo which she didn’t believe he had it in him to do so. But apparently their fight earlier had pushed him to the most drastic of measures as to not have to talk to her or be asked why he wasn’t talking to her.

Suddenly, there was a weight to the right of her that landed on the couch, it was the host himself. “My dear Hermione, why’re you sitting here by yourself instead of dancing with everyone else?” Regulus asked. Hermione used to try and call him Mr. Black, but he insisted on being called Regulus just like how Sirius was just called Sirius and Remus was just called Remus.

Hermione gave a half hearted smile but it slipped off her face almost immediately, “I don’t feel much like dancing.” She said quietly. There was lively music playing and as she looked out at the floor she saw many people dancing together in pairs. They danced together and spun around in some formation that looked like some traditional dance that you might’ve found in the 1860s somewhere.

Mr. Malfoy had managed to weasel out of his conversation with Luna and Neville and was dancing with his wife. Whatever prank Fred and George were trying to play on him either hadn’t worked or hadn’t worked yet. Luna and Neville were dancing together, Sirius was dragging Remus onto the dance floor (Hermione giggled, Sirius looked ridiculous trying to force Remus to dance and Tonks was laughing hysterically in the background), Draco was dancing with Pansy and Matteo and Theo were also dancing together but Matteo seemed way more into it than Theo was. Ginny and Harry had also just joined the floor, laughing together as they hopped around in circles.

Regulus tilted his head to the side as he put both his hands in his lap, “why not?” He asked, drawing Hermione’s attention away from the dance floor. She bit her lip and looked at her own hands which were lightly tugging at the frills on her dress.

“I don’t know, I just— it’s silly, I just, I suppose I don’t feel pretty enough to join everyone else tonight….” She said the last part quietly, memory of Ron’s nasty words from earlier threatening to bring tears to her eyes once more.

“Why, that’s just absurd!” Regulus said, his eyebrows furrowed as the dancers in the background clapped to the song as they continued dancing. “Who would put such a thought in your head? I hope it wouldn’t be yourself.”

Hermione just shook her head. As angry and upset as he had made her, she wanted to rat Ron out and potentially get him in trouble, especially if Regulus told Mrs. Weasley. They would work it out, eventually, they always did. After a few moments of silence Regulus seemed to understand that she wasn’t going to give up the name of the person who had made her feel so unpretty. So he nodded and stood up.

“Hermione you are one of the most beautiful young ladies here tonight, would you do me the honor of having the next dance with me?” He said dramatically as he bowed and held out his hand for her to take. She felt slightly embarrassed by the gesture, but it worked in putting a smile on her face.

She took his hand and he brought her to the dance floor as the music picked up again. The stood facing each other and as they did it dawned on Hermione, “wait, but I don’t know the dances!” She said with slight panic in her voice, Regulus laughed.

“No need to know them! Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.” And after that the dance started and Regulus pulled her with him as he moved.

By the middle of the dance Hermione had found her rhythm. But it didn’t really matter, the dance was mostly fancy hopping and heel clicking with your hands behind your back or spinning or stepping and stepping out. It didn’t take long for a smile to stick itself on Hermione’s face. Instead of trying to teach her the proper dance Regulus tried to make the dance fun, and so it was.

After three dances it was time for a break as Hermione didn’t think she could feel her toes anymore. She walked off the dance floor feeling much lighter and laughing the whole way, when they were on the outskirts of the floor Regulus took her hand politely and bowed deeply thanking her for the dance which made her giggle. He excused himself to go find his brother while Hermione grabbed herself a drink.

Someone cleared their throat behind her and she jumped, turning around to see none other than Ron. He was looking rather awkward as he rocked back and forth on his heels.

“Ron… is there— is there something I can do for you?” Hermione asked in the most indifferent and uninterested tone she could muster as she squared her shoulders and cleaned her face of the joy she had been most obviously feeling moments before. Ron coughed awkwardly, stuttering for a moment as Hermione’s facade fell quickly.

“I— I just wanted to say… I’m sorry. For earlier I mean. And— and I take back what I said. You look… you look very beautiful.” He was blushing furiously, playing with his fingering and wearing a worried expression like he thought maybe she wouldn’t forgive him. But she sighed, a soft smile creeping onto her face.

“Thank you. I’m sorry for what I said too,” she sighed and there was a pause. “So… how was talking with Pansy and the others?” Ron let out a huff and slapped his hand to his forehead.

“Bloody horrible!” He exclaimed, “those have got to be some of the most uninteresting people I’ve ever met. Should’ve apologized sooner so I didn’t have to sit through whatever stupid gossip they were talking about. I mean, who really cares what guy Romilda Vane is gunning after these days?”

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh and Ron smiled at her. Once she stopped laughing her offered her his arm, his blush creeping back up onto his cheeks. “Um, Hermione? Would you, dance with me?” He said, chuckling nervously.

Hermione smiled, grabbing onto his arm. “Of course, Ron.” He grinned back and when the last song ended and people started to reconfigure themselves Ron and Hermione joined them. They stood facing each other and just past Ron’s shoulder Hermione caught sight of Regulus.

They met eyes and smiled, he smiled back raising his eyebrows momentarily and winked before being met by Pandora Lovegood. He nodded before following her out onto the dance floor.

Hermione looked back and met eyes with Ron, an uncontrollable grin plastering itself on her face. Maybe tonight won’t be that awful after all.

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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📚hermione granger masterlist📚

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

the girl on the beach ❤︎︎

#hermione granger x reader #hermione granger x you #hermione granger x y/n #hermione granger fanfiction #hermione granger fanfic #hermione granger fic #hermione granger

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avalynlestrange · 9 months

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Hermione Granger

Masterlist

⳾*⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*❀⑅*⳾

Back to The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs)

Send me an owl post if you have a fic request.

Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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✿ coming soon

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#avalynlestrangelists #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger x you #hermione granger x y/n #hermione granger x ron weasley #ron weasley x hermione granger #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger fluff #hermione granger angst #hermione granger imagine #hermione granger fic

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stargazsblog · 2 years

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hermione x fem!reader

watch you sleep - girl in red

the bedsheets are messy, hermione can feel the wind on her bare because your windows are open, the sun shines on you. hermione stares are you to see how beautiful you are. she listens to you breathe lightly, feeling safe that you are with her under the sheets.

she rubs her thumb on your cheek lightly. she will never get bored of looking at you, you are her everything. she looks at your stomach to see the scar you always say makes you look ugly but she doesn't think that she thinks it's beautiful.

she stops rubbing her thumb on your cheek and moves her hand on the scar on ur stomach and rubs around it. you slightly open your eyes to see hermione looking down at the scar on your stomach, you softy smile at her. you never thought you would be this in love with someone in your life. she looks up to see you awake, she moves her hand away from your stomach.

"hi," you say in a tired voice.

"did i wake you up?" she frowns.

"don't worry you didn't." you grabbed her hand and started to rub your thumb in circles around her knuckles.

"come on love we got to get ready." you mumble letting go of her hand. as you were about to get up hermione throws her arm around your waist and puts her head on your chest.

you sigh. "mione we gotta go."

"i don't wanna leave just give me 10 more minutes." she said. you look at the clock in your dorm it looks like you got more time to just stay in bed with the love of your life. you put your hand in her hair and started to play with it.

"i love you." she whispered.

"i love you too."

#harry potter #hermione granger #fem reader #harry james potter #hermione granger fluff #ron weasley #hermione x reader #harry potter fic #hermione granger fic #fanfic #gxg #girl in red

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asirensrage · 2 years

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It’s Always Darkest Before the (Second) Dawn - 12/?

Co-written with @vixenofcourse Summary: Locked away in the Little Palace, attempting to hide her magic from the probing curiosity of the General, Hermione searches for her way home. Circumstances lead her to make a deal with the devil but even the best-laid plans don’t always go the way you want…

Find it on: Fanfiction.net Archive of Our Own

everything taglist: @raith-way @zeleniafic @jvstjewels @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse

#fic: it's always darkest before the (second) dawn #hp tw #tw harry potter #a harry potter grishaverse crossover #harry potter crossover #hermione granger x aleksander morozova #hermione granger x the darkling #hermione granger fic #shadow and bone crossover #it's always darkest before the (second) dawn

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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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akanothere · 3 months

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Fanart for Peremo chapter 27 by @virennias

PLEASE READ I CAN’T TELL HOW OBSESSED I AM WITH THIS FIC THIS TOM IS ONE OF THE WORST (EVIL) TOMS EVER EXISTED AHHHHHHHHHH😩😩😩😩😩❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#tomione fic rec #Tomione #READ!!!!#dead dove fic #tom riddle x hermione granger #tom riddle #hermione granger #voldemort #and my lil baby Avery I’m sobbing #hp fandom #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #hp fanart #I love this fic so much urghhhhhh ahhhhhhhh😭😭😭😭😭❤️‍🔥

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writersblockedx · 1 year

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Just Material

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader Summary - When Fred finds Y/n wearing a jumper which isn't her own (and certainly isn't his), he can't help but question who it must belong to. Warnings - Bit of angst, mentions of stress Words - 1.5K

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It was a jumper. It was just a jumper. A bit of material, sewed together by needle and thread with absolutely no deeper meaning than such. At least, that's how Y/n saw it. Fred, however, saw the Hufflepuff title over the jumper, the smell that still lingered and the initials which were still printed into the label. Just two letters which taunted him: C.D

Fred had made it abundantly clear from the moment the two made their title of couple official, that Y/n was his. His hand seemed very so delicately glued to her, his eyes trained on her (even when she wasn't looking) and constantly trying to be at her side. This was mostly because of the great feelings he felt for the girl; feelings of which, sometimes, he struggled to comprehend. But there was too a small part of him which did it to ensure no one else got any ideas.

The boy wanted to make it out to be as if there was no point in trying. If he was to ensure that their relationship was shown to be as concrete as it felt, then no one else would try to slip their way between them. And Fred's plan had been working; it had been working bloody brilliantly. Well, that was before now. Because, as it turns out, the Weasley boy had walked into the library, set to meet Y/n, only to find her sat at a table with friends, dressed in a jumper which wasn't her own - and certainly wasn't his.

She was sat there, a book flicked to a page Fred knew she definitely wasn't reading as she quietly giggled with her friends. Friends of which Fred knew weren't Quidditch players who he also could assume wouldn't thus own Quidditch jumpers. So, the question which came to Fred's head, was simply: Who's jumper was it?

He had been standing at a halt in the middle of the Libary, so deep in thought he didn't have it in him to get Y/n's attention. That was until she caught his sight, smiled, then lost her smile as she noted his discouraged expression.

The girl retracted from her table and wandered towards him, "Hey," She flash a grin which wasn't returned. "You okay?" She asked him, brushing her palm against his forearm in hopes to ease whatever was eating him.

"New jumper?" He sneered through a firm frown.

Y/n looked down as if she were just reminded of what she was wearing, "Oh yeah, I ended up getting some bulbadox juice on me in potions, so Cedric offered me his jumper. Quite embarrassing actually." The girl laughed the story off as just one of them silly things, but Fred had made no move to loosen his ever so stern expression.

He just nodded stiffly and said, "So it's Cedric's?"

Y/n huffed. She knew that Fred could be...protective. It was an attribute which she did adore, but there were times, more recently, when she was finding it more difficult to deal with. If she were to talk to someone else for too long, or laugh too hard at someone else's joke that wasn't his own, she'd feel Fred shift at her side. Y/n knew he never meant it in a nasty way, it was just who he was. Not to mention, with exam pressure and such, any emotion between either of them seemed to become amplified.

"It's just so I didn't look stupid for the rest of the day." She attempted to assure him, but it seemed too late; Y/n had already lost him to his sea of doubt and troublesome worries. "Fred," She said through such a soothing tone, "It's just a jumper."

He shook his head and muttered, "It's not." Before turning his back on the girl, leaving her no chance to get in another word.

She watched, empty pupils and a blank stare as he walked away. Y/n wasn't sure what more she could have said - or even if there was much more she could have. So she settled in her stance, not daring to drag her sights away from the redhead until he had completely exited the Libary. Her thoughts raced. She couldn't leave it like this. Not when it was an argument that never needed to happen.

Before her plan had fully been conducted in her head, she was already walking. Of course, she couldn't be sure where Fred had run off to, but Y/n made a guess for the dorms as she wandered the stairs towards the Gryffindor common room. She slipped through the entrance and found herself in the quiet confinements of the room.

There was a fire cracking in the corner, some vinyl playing quietly and a few students dotted around in their usual places. She scanned the room. Unlike the rest, she wasn't fitting into the tranquil atmosphere that the room created. Instead, she was pooling in worry and haste to catch Fred before this situation got worse. Her pupils found George, sitting closest to the vinyl player and having his gaze pulled to Y/n from the moment she had walked in.

The other twin pushed himself from where he was seated to meet the girl in the middle. "He's in his dorm." He informed and her eyes flickered to the stairs. "I don't know what happened, but just be kind on him, the O.W.L.s aren't have got him stressed."

Y/n nodded in understanding, "The thing is, nothing happened. Nothing really." She shrugged as she felt her gaze being pulled towards the stairs she knew led to Fred. "I just need to talk to him."

George flashed a smile that was soft and sweet, "He needs you, Y/n." He said in full confidence.

She returned the smile, already beginning to walk towards the stair way. "Thanks, George." And with that, the girl slipped away and wandered towards the dorm room she had been in too many times to count.

Her feet slowed as she reached the door, finding that the wood taunted her. Her breath ached against the air and she almost thought about avoiding this situation. She considered turning her back and running. As much as she adored Fred, this conversastion was one of which she knew they would struggle to get through. But it was one conversastion of which couldn't be silent.

So she brought her knuckles into a fist and patted them against the door. Y/n waited a moment or two before hearing an uncertain, "Yeah?" From the other side.

One last breath leapt from the comforts of lips before she swung the door open and entered the dormetory. She stood awkwardly in the doorway as she met Fred's eyes, sat with his legs flung over the bed side. Neither of them broke an expression. Their eyes were blank and empty, waiting for the other to make the next move in this chess game they found themselves in.

"What are you doing here?" Asked Fred as the girl took a step forwards, shutting the door behind her.

She shifted on her feet slightly, "Came to talk to you." Y/n answered as she dared to move further into the room. She watched as he huffed, shaking his head in dismay. So she too huffed and uttered out a, "Fine."

Fred's brows knitted as Y/n wandered to his waredrobe, reteriving one of his own hoodies, one of which the girl had stolen before. From there, she slipped from the one Cedric had loaned her and put Fred's on, his familar scent brushing against her nostrails once again. Then she turned to the boy and raised a brow, "Better?"

He dragged himself from the bed and met the girl in the middle of the room where he looked down on her, "It wasn't just about the jumper." He told her.

She reached a hand out, letting it cup the side of his face - something of which he had effortlessly eased into. "Then what is it?"

His own hand grasped the one which comforted his cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to her palm. "It's just-" The words choked his throat as he pushed them out. "It's when you wear mine, when you go around with my jumper on, my number on your back, in Griffindor colours, everyone knows it's because you're mine." He paused and Y/n waited for him to gather his words. "So when you wear someone else's, I can't help but think it's the same."

Y/n would be lying if she didn't admit to the fact that her heart was fluttering, but still she comforted the boy and flashed him a soft smile. "I am yours. But a jumper, a bit of fabric, doesn't get to decided that. We do, Fred" She assured him as their pupils seemed tangled together - just as their hearts were.

Fred leaned his forehead forward until it met the girls. And there, through the silence of Fred's dorm, he whispered, "Mine."

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swottydoodler · 4 months

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Draco giving Hermione his favorite otter stuffie🦦🦦

FF:

#dramione #dramione fanart #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy #hermione granger #not my fic #I wanted more Dramione in this #but it was cute and enjoyable nonetheless🥰🥰#the otters got me

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the-djarin-clan · 1 year

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Manacled, Draco. 🐍

🎨 by: artworks_by_rokii on IG

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lepra-art · 8 months

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Autumn Dramione🍂

Art commission for rus ff “Pen Pals” written by xasta

#art #арт #artwork #рисунок #photoshop #harry potter #гарри поттер #hp #хогвартс #digital art #dramione fic #dramione fanart #dramione #draco x hermione #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco malfoy #hermione granger

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frost-queen · 8 months

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Worshipped (Reader x Mattheo Riddle)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22 @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine, @evilcr0ne, @callsignwidow, @whotfskai, @freddieweasleysgf, @untoldshortsofthefandoms

Summary: Reader is obessed with Mattheo's muscular and veiny arms that she folds like a paper for him.

“Oh yeah!” – Lorenzo outed giving Theodore a low five at the sight of the long dueling platform. – “Now this is going to be fun.” – he followed his friends to a corner of the classroom. Lorenzo glanced around the room recognizing Harry in the midst of it. – “Now that smile I’d like to wipe off his face.” – he elbowed Mattheo in the side with a wink. Mattheo rolled his eyes barely giving him a glance. – “Right?” – Lorenzo moved his attention to Theodore who wasn’t much of interaction too. He gave him a simple nod, before staring back at the office above.

Lorenzo gave up leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. – “Great.” – your friend said when entering the defense against the dark arts class. – “Just what I needed a duel class.” – she sighed out, rubbing her shoulders exhausted. – “You don’t think I can pass an excuse to Mad Eye for being incapable of participating due to a quidditch incident?” – you tugged her along on her sleeve passing past others to get a spot by the walls.

“You don’t play quidditch.” – you replied with a smile. – “I know.” – she whined out. You settled with her on the left side close to some Gryffindors and Slytherin girls. Your friend kept stressing out as you exhaled deep. – “Look you might not even have to duel. He can’t possibly let everyone duel within the span of his teaching hours.” – you concluded to offer some reassurance. – “You think so?” – she responded making you nod with a hum.

She exhaled relieved letting herself fall back against the wall. Across the duel platform she spotted Mattheo and his gang of friends. – “I bet they are eager to kick some ass.” – she whispered to you. – “Whoever is dueling against them will surely end up on the floor.” – she continued. You shrugged your shoulders. – “We might be surprised.” – you whispered back to her. From across the room you caught Mattheo’s glance making you quickly look away. The door shut startling a few closest to it.

From the top office emerged Mad Eye Moody. His wooden leg tapped loudly against the flooring as he made his way downstairs. His thick walking stick leaving a few dents in the stairs. His moving eye looked your way as it felt unsettling to you. He kept staring at you for a few seconds till he let his eye move to look at Harry. – “Class today is simple.” – he outed stepping in front of the dueling platform. An arm resting over his cane. – “Two of you duel against each other. Any spell is allowed.” – he said.

Draco nodded with a wide smirk, high fiving Lorenzo. Draco then looked over to Ron and Harry luring them out. Hermione whispered something to them. Probably to not let them get under their skin. – “So who wants to…” – Mad Eye started as Hermione’s arm shot up. – “Ah a volunteer.” – he said as Hermione shook her head. – “Professor I was just wondering when you said every spell. I’m sure you don’t mean the unforgivable curses as well. For that is forbidden.”

Mad Eye smiled and pointed at her. – “I even recommend it!” – he called out loud with a laugh. You looked at your friend thinking this isn’t such a good idea. Draco already slit his throat across the room to Harry and Ron. Hermione stuck her hand up again. – “Yes.” – Mad Eye sighed out. – “That is out of the question! Dumbledore would never allow such a thing! Do you wish to have the blood of your students on your hands!” – she called out not backing away from an argument. Mad Eye mimicked her words with childish muttering making you roll your eyes at him.

“My hands are clean.” – he joked showing her his hands. You exhaled deep raising your hand as well. – “Yes, you!” – he pointed out as almost everyone turned to look at you. – “Why don’t you offer yourself up as test subject?” – you said with an undertone full of attitude. Some boys around you were astonished by your bold words against the professor. – “I’m sure we’re all eager to learn from you. You could deflect such a spell can you not?” – you pouted your lips a bit to downsize him.

Mad Eye mumbled to himself with some annoyance. He then turned around to drink from a flask. Hermione sought out eye contact, giving you an approving nod to back her up. You nodded subtly back. This was no way to teach people to duel by killing each other. You had no dead wish and presumably many others had not as well. – “Fine no unforgivable curses!” – Mad Eye exclaimed rudely with a throw of his hand.

“Who’s up first?” – he called out as Lorenzo stuck his hand up along another boy. Mad Eye pointed at them, then to the platform for them to get on. They readied themselves as Mad Eye gave the signal to start. Spells flashed around as Lorenzo came out victorious. Two girls were up next as one of them got flung back, rolling over the edge. By the fourth duel had Lorenzo stuck up Mattheo’s arm. Mattheo gave him a cold stare for tossing him in the midst. Mattheo got on the platform, waiting in the middle for his opponent. – “Anyone?” – Mad Eye said as no one stepped forwards.

All afraid to duel against Mattheo. Exhaling soft, you stuck your hand up. – “Ah a volunteer!” – Mad Eye spoke as some students made way so he could see you. Mattheo turned to look at you with shock. Mad Eye smiled beyond himself. – “Oh just wonderful.” – he said as you smile sarcastically at him. A boy helped you up on the platform as you met up with Mattheo. – “I’ll go easy on you.” – he said eying you up and down.

You threw him a witty smile. – “Don’t hold yourself back.” – you answered. – “Okay.” – Mattheo replied with a nod. You turned round to head over to your side. Mattheo glanced over his shoulder back to you. – “Crush her!” – Lorenzo cheered at him. – “Easy win.” – Draco told him as it caught your ear. You rolled your eyes standing with your back at them.

You turned around at the same time as Mattheo. – “Ready your wands.” – Mad Eye said as you took in your position. – “Begin!” – he shouted as Mattheo hardened his gaze. – “Stupefy!” – he called out as you waved your wand around you, blocking his spell with protego. Blue swirled around you as it stopped his spell from reaching you. You smiled sweetly at Mattheo tightening your grip on your wand. He swallowed nervously when your expression got serious. – “Locomotor Mortis!” – you shouted as red flashes of magic came out of your wand. Mattheo’s legs got bound as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Levicorpus!” – you then shouted as Mattheo was just in time to deflect your spell with protego. Still bound he bend down trying to untie his legs. – “Expelliarmus!” – Mattheo’s wand got tossed out of his hand making him look up surprised. Now he was completely defenseless. – “Stupefy!” – you then said as Mattheo got hit in the chest getting flung over the platform dropping to the ground. Your friend erupted in loud cheering as many clapped loud for you. You untensed bowing for your audience.

Mattheo got back up looking over the platform to you as he couldn’t fully pull himself up anymore. He puffed with a smile that you had out done him. You got up with the help of your friend. Mattheo joined his friends, holding his hand against his stomach. Draco nudged him hard. Bickering with him that he lost from a girl. After you another pair went up as class was close to ending. Dismissed started everyone to leave the classroom. Your friend and you left class seeing Mattheo was leaning against the wall outside.

The moment you passed he removed himself from the wall, joining your side. – “Y/n Y/l/n.” – he called out sliding an arm over you. You made some brief eye contact with your friend as she got the hint. She moved away, giving you the space with Mattheo. – “Hope I didn’t hit your pride.” – you told him as he inhaled sharp through his teeth. – “Not yet.” – he answered with a chuckle. You glanced to the side seeing his hand over your shoulder. A bit of his sleeve pulled back revealing his wrist to you. Seeing how muscles and veiny it was made you swallow. Somehow that was very appealing to you.

“I didn’t know you were such a duelist or were you just eager to get me.” – he said making you pull your attention away from his wrist. – “What would you like the answer to be.” – you responded leaning in close to tease him. Mattheo smiled losing his mind over how ravishing that was. His bad boy attitude stroked with sarcastic comments that could make the serotine in his brain release. You swallowed shyly at those eyes he flashed your way. subtly feeling his muscles tense as he moved your neck closer to him.

Your heart started to beat faster as the urge grew to grab his hand and let your fingers go up his arm wanting to feel those muscles. Something inside of you snapped needing to touch him. You touched his chest, moving your hand a bit. – “Still in pain?” – you asked feeling yourself warm up for doing something so bold. Mattheo smiled taking your hand and removing it gently from against his chest. – “Only when you touch it.” – he whispered almost making you weak on the knees. - “Good thing I didn’t hit any weak spots.” – you answered letting his arm slide off your shoulder.

Mattheo and you parted ways as you went to search for your friend. Out of sight you needed a moment to cool yourself down. Never in a million years did you think Mattheo Riddle would hold such a grip over you. Sure he was handsome, a first class bad boy and very picky in his taste in girls but seeing that wrist of his made something snap inside of you. It made you wonder what the rest of him looked underneath his shirt. There was something so handsome of well enough muscles arms. You barely lost control now, you weren’t sure what would happen if you would encounter him again if you saw a bit of skin.

Luckily your friend was waiting for you by the great hall. You entered with her taking a seat on the long tables along some other Slytherins. – “So what did he want?” – she asked curious. You shrugged your shoulders. To be honest you couldn’t remember much of it. If one were to ask you about it, you’d probably just ramble on about his arms and how they were in contact with your body. Words weren’t necessary when his body had you in such a clutch. – “When you speak of the snake.” – your friend whispered nudging you. Looking up you saw Mattheo enter with his friends.

He came sitting a table before yours, facing your way. He flashed you a devious smile before sitting down. Your friend had to suppress her excitement at how Mattheo was looking at you. Mattheo folded his hands before him as yet again a bit of wrist became visible. You caught yourself stare instantly at it. The scenario in your mind anything but playful. Knee trembling under the table you really had to withheld yourself to not jump over the tables and rub your hands over his arms.

Mattheo caught you staring making him smile. You forced yourself to look away, hoping you weren’t drooling over him. You moved yourself a bit so that your friend was blocking your focus on him. Whenever you accidently looked at him, you noticed he was looking back at you whilst chatting. His attention drawn to you while his mouth was engaged in the conversation. Unable to control yourself anymore you got up leaving with your friend. Mattheo watching your leave with full attention. Lorenzo waved his hand in front of him to snap his attention back.

Your friend and you went outside where you enjoyed some relaxed afternoon under the sun. After a few other classes you went to your common room in the dungeons. The two of you sat down on the sofa as your friend jumped back up. She pulled from underneath her a book. – “How did that come here?” – she questioned looking at the cover. – “Who’s it from?” – you asked as she opened the first page. – “Malfoy.” – she sighed out. She pushed the book in your arms. – “Here you take it to him.” – she said. – “What? No!” – you answered shoving it back to her. She pushed it back your way.

“Do it for me.” – she begged. – “No!” – you answered loudly trying to keep your voice down. – “Do it yourself!” – you forced the book back her way as she fumbled against your grip. – “See it as an opportunity to talk to him.” – you whispered to her knowing of her silly crush on him. She immediately shook her head. – “I don’t have a dead wish!” – she whispered back throwing the book on your lap. You took it, flapping it her way. – “Don’t be a baby and give it to him!” – she moved her hands behind her back, shaking her head.

You threw it in her lap as she squealed loud. Slapping it away like something dirty. It fell back with you as you sighed loud. – “I’ll buy you all the candy you want.” – she said. – “So you want me to overdose on sugar?” – you quirked your eyebrow up. – “I’ll do your homework than? Buy you new clothes? Lie for you? Please I’ll do anything but give it to him with perhaps a good word for me.” – she begged praying with her hands. – “Fine!” – you gave in. – “But you better talk to him one day or I’ll force you into a situation so uncomfortable you’ll hate it.” – she nodded her head firmly as you got up.

Dragging yourself up the stairs you went to Draco’s dorm that he shared with his friends. You knocked loudly waiting for someone to call you in. – “In.” – you heard making you open the door. Popping your head inside, you froze. Instead of finding Draco, you found Mattheo half-naked. His entire chest bare as you had a full pleasure of his muscular body. – “Y/n? What are you doing here?” – he asked holding his shirt. Speechless you moved Draco’s book up to show him.

Mattheo frowned. You entered more; gaze caught on his chest. – “Malfoy’s.” – you managed to get out. – “That idiot.” – Mattheo sighed out coming closer to you. Your eyes widened practically shaking as he came nearer. He plucked the book out of your hand, looking briefly at it. Wetting your lips, you so wanted to go smoothly over his muscles and veiny arms. You had never had such a dirty mind but licking them might have crossed your mind.

“Y/n?” – Mattheo said noticing you were staring lost at him. You hummed softly still charmed by his muscles. Mattheo chuckled making you look up to him. The way he looked at you set you over the edge. You completely lost it. You let your hands slide up his arms to his neck as you drew your head closer. The sensation that overtook you whilst feeling his arms was ravishing.

You kissed him hard feeling his neck. Mattheo grabbed you kissing you back. Your lips followed his pace as your hands went down his arms again meeting in the center of his chest. Mattheo removed your hands from on his chest bringing them up to his neck. Inhaling sharply you kissed him hard again. Heating up at the sensation leaving your brain. Mattheo chuckled when you started kissing his neck and shoulder.

“Easy there Y/n.” – he said at your eagerness. He tilted your head up to him, pressing his lips on yours again. Taking his hands you wrapped them around you, wanting him close. – “You’re so mine.” – he whispered to you tilting your chin up by his thumb. – “I so am.” – you whispered back before kissing him again.

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