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oriengranger · 2 years

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Truth or Dare (Hermione Granger x Reader)

warnings: smut, mature topics

after an intense game of truth or dare, with lots of teasing, secret touches and dirty whispers, Hermione drags Y/N back to the Gryffindor prefect dorm with only one intention, to punish her for all the teasing she had done.

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Y/N's smile never managed to falter as she stepped first into the prefect dorm with Hermione slowly trailing behind, plopping herself happily on the queen bed her and her girlfriend shared through the year. the effects of Veritaserum quickly wearing off as she laid back and stared blankly at the ceiling, completely oblivious to her sexually frustrated girlfriend leaning against the doorframe.

Hermione rolled her eyes discreetly at Y/N, pushing herself from the doorframe and shutting the door behind her. she bit her lip at the friction caused from turning her thighs, rubbing against the throbbing wet skin in between her legs. ignoring the pleasureful feeling, she quietly locked the door, resting her slender fingers on the lock. her mind now rushing with thoughts about how she'd punish her girlfriend, and boy she wasn't gonna hold back.

silence was now overtaking the room, Hermione decided to be first to break it. "Are you happy with yourself?" she asked, her monotone voice filling the room. Y/N quirked her eyebrows at her girlfriend, still not opening her eyes in an attempt to relax. "Come again?" she responded, knowing exactly what she had said. Hermione glared at her, her eyes going dark and clouded with a silent annoyance. "Whats that supposed to mean?" she asked, opening her eyes as she stared at her girlfriend's beautiful figure in the doorway.

Hermione tsked at her girlfriend, now crossing her arms as she stared at Y/N with her lips pursed into a thin line. "You seriously thought you could pull those acts and get away with it?" she asked. Y/N didn't say anything, letting her eyes scan her girlfriend from bottom to top. "You've been a bad girl today, turning me on before the game, so naughty." Hermione husked out innocently, licking her lips as she watched Y/N's eyes widen at what she said. "Can you elaborate on that, Miss Granger?" Y/N's lips formed into a smirk as she shot Hermione a challenging look, the tension in the room rising every breath.

"Gladly." Hermione smirked, shifting her gaze away from her girlfriend, now swiftly searching for her wand. once she spotted it in one of the drawers, she grabbed it before clearly and loudly shouting a spell, her eyes now locked onto her girlfriend. "Muffilato." Hermione set her wand down where it was prior, now making her way to the bed where Y/N was seated. "I'd much rather show it to you, if you let me." Hermione's voice still low, now standing about a meter away from her girlfriend. she bit her lip as she watched Y/N quickly nod her head. "Come over here then, my love."

Y/N abruptly stood up, walking over to Hermione who was smirking at how easy her girlfriend obeyed her. Y/N was now standing infront of her, her legs closing as she watched Hermione carefully and closely. Hermione bit her bottom lip as her eyes wandered up and down Y/N'a body, new sensations now rising inbetween her legs. "What do you have planned, Granger?"

Hermione chuckled seductively in response, sitting down at the edge of the bed as she slipped off her trousers, now left in her white laced panties Y/N had loved so much. Y/N's eyes lowered to her girlfriend's bare legs, then tracing her upper body. Hermione slowly and teasingly opened her legs, letting Y/N get a small preview of what was to come, (literally 😏). "On your knees, doll." Hermione commanded, her eyes watching Y/N do everything she instructed, falling to her knees now patiently waiting for what to do next.

it was obvious that Y/N was trying her best not to touch Hermione, her eyes still not leaving her girlfriend's body. "Take them off me?" Hermione asked. Y/N's hand instantly pushed themselves onto Hermione's bare thighs, grazing her fingers up to her panties. hooking her fingers around the white lace underwear, she pulled them down, her breath hitching at the sight of Hermione's folds. Y/N threw the underwear to god knows where. Hermione smirked at the action, watching every inch of what her girlfriend was doing. "Now be a good girl for me and get to work."

Y/N leaned into her girlfriend's center, breathing in the scent of arousal radiating off it. she latched herself to her clit, flattening her tongue against the area, eliciting a loud moan in reply. she prodded her tongue out, licking slow circles around Hermione's clit, rolling her eyes as she tasted her. Y/N started to suck hard at the bundle of nerves, making Hermione moan louder than ever at the feeling.

she rolled her eyes at the amount of pleasure she was feeling, feeling weak she let herself fall back onto the soft mattress, a loud moan escaping her mouth. "Faster! More! Please!" she repeated, to which her girlfriend of course obeyed, moving her tongue around her swollen clit even faster, her fingers now pumping in and out of her. Hermione's hand trailed down to Y/N, grabbing a fistful of her hair. Y/N couldn't help but moan at the force.

Hermione started to feel a familiar knot gather at the bottom of her stomach, arching her back several inches off the bed, tightening her grip on her girlfriend's hair, signaling she was close. her legs started to shake uncontrollably, her whole body convulsing at the feeling Y/N was giving her. "Don't stop- i-" she cut herself off with an animalistic moan, finally climaxing onto her girlfriend's tongue, coating it in her substance.

Y/N smiled to herself as she hovered over her girlfriend, instantly connecting their lips together in a passionate kiss, Hermione pulling her closer by the back of her neck as she moaned into the kiss. she wrapped her legs around Y/N's waist. "Merlin, i love you." Y/N mumbled against her girlfriend's lips, feeling her heart hammer against her chest from with love as she rested her forehead against Hermione's. she felt like the luckiest human on earth.

Fin.

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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Could you write something for R and Minister for Magic!Hermione, maybe their at a Gala or just working and Hermione keeps getting distracted by her wife (R)?

hermione granger—there’s nothing like doing nothing with you

.ೃ࿐ྂ minister-for-magic!hermione x professor!reader

summary: hermione can’t work when you’re around. [warnings: food]

word count: 0.6k

fanfic no. 014

during the summer months, there wasn't so much for you to do regarding work. your lesson plans didn't take you so long as you were so passionate about your subject, so you tried to spread it out over the weeks leading up to september first.

hermione knew you loathed to be at home alone all day—and sometimes even long into evening—until she returned from her demanding, but dream job. being in charge had its perks, which hermione wasn't too afraid to take advantage of, so she often brought you into her office, so the two of you weren't apart all day for weeks at a time.

when you were there, she didn't feel so burdened, so important. she was the minister for magic, but to you, she was hermione granger. the same hermione granger who spent her school years with her nose in a book, only to be convinced to eat or sleep by her best friend. she knew then you were more than a best friend, but she worried it would change things, when so many things were already changing for the worse.

"alright," you announced yourself. "do you want the tuna sandwich or the pasta salad?" you asked, closing the door behind you.

hermione looked up from her extensive paperwork with a small smile—you were the only one who never knocked on her office door. "pasta salad."

you nodded, setting the pasta down on her desk. "pot of berries or apple and banana?"

"why don't you have the apple, i'll have the banana, and we'll share the berries?"

"that's perfect, can't believe i didn't think of that. now, i got us both water and a coffee to share!"

hermione scoffed, "really, y/n, i haven't had that much," she turned to the little table beside her desk to the several empty mugs of coffee.

sheepishly, she turned back to you, only to be met with your face silently telling her 'i told you so' and a hand on your hip.

"anyway," you laughed, pulling up a chair to the other end of her desk. "carry on."

try as she might to continue her important and time sensitive work, with you just inches away from her, your head buried in a book she knew you were reading to plan out your next lesson, she couldn't concentrate. you were so easy to admire, such an easy distraction, and yet she couldn't bring herself to leave you at home. no, she would have to endure the distraction, the way you turned the pages of your book, the way your eyes flickered over the important, informational words, the way your mouth fell open slightly the more you concentrated.

hermione knew if you had been aware how much of a distraction you were, you would have insisted on remaining at home, so hermione did her best to be as discreet as possible when she watched you. she stole glances over the tops of her papers and pretended she was in deep thought, when really she was simply taking you in.

as a last resort, she put her head down and stared at her work, a stare hard enough to burn right through the parchment, trying to remember her last train of thought before you had come back with lunch, but she couldn't. there was nothing in her head but you and that pasta salad.

"you haven't written anything in the past fifteen minutes," you stated, not looking up from your book.

"haven't i?" she asked innocently. "must just be because i'm hungry," she lied.

"well, would you like to have lunch early?" you asked, folding the page of your book to mark where you left off. "we could head into london, if you like, maybe hyde park?

hermione smiled appreciatively, nodding in agreement. perhaps the food would help, and the long lunch break she'd have with you. maybe then she wouldn't be so distracted. but whether she was or not, it didn't matter, she wouldn't trade these days for the world.

"let's go." she clasped your hand across the desk and gave it a squeeze.

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 3 months

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Cry- Hermione Granger

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Reader

Characters: Hermione Granger

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- May i request a Hermione Granger X Reader imagine with prompt 21 "I'm better when I'm with you." please

Word Count: 526

Author: Charlotte

You had hung back after class to ask your professor about the homework and which books would be best to get from the library. Normally you would leave class with Hermione and head to the library or courtyard between classes to get started on the work that needed to be done or to take a breath before you had to head to the next one. If one of you had to stay back in the classroom for whatever reason, the other would wait outside but today she wasn’t waiting. You looked up and down the corridor to see if you could see her but there weren’t many students milling about, so it was clear that Hermione wasn’t one of them.

Heading around the corner, you saw her mess of brunette hair heading down the stairs, in the opposite direction of anywhere you would normally go to.

“Hermione,” you called out down the stairs but she either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you, neither of which seemed normal for her.

You rushed down the stairs as quickly as you could to catch up to her. You finally reached her at the bottom of the staircase.

“’Mione, I need to go to the library,” you smiled, gently touching her arm to help get her attention.

She tried to hide her face from you but you couldn’t miss the glisten of tears upon her cheeks.

“Why are you crying?” You questioned. “Did I do something? Is that why you didn’t wait for me?”

“Just go to the library,” she sniffled. “I’ll see you in transfiguration.”

You weren’t about to go away that quickly. “What’s wrong? I hate seeing you upset.”

Hermione paused for a moment before looking over to you with her tearful eyes. She rubbed at the tears trying to remove them with the sleeve of her robes but more instantly began to brim.

“It’s nothing,” she whispered. “I was just waiting for you and Draco, asked what you saw in me. His friends started to laugh about my teeth and my hair and how boring I am. It just made me think about what you do see in me because really there isn’t anything.”

Instantly you wanted to wrap up in a tight hug but you knew it wasn’t what she needed right now. Her insecurities had been something that you knew about since before your relationship and although you knew they held no truth to everyone else, they were all too real to her.

“Oh Hermione,” you smiled softly, taking her hand in yours. “Why can’t you see how much you mean to me?”

“I just don’t see why I mean anything to you.”

You pushed some of her hair out of her face, stopping it from sticking to her teary cheeks.

“Because I love you, everything included. Everyone has good and bad, and I love you for all of it.”

It was clear she didn’t fully believe you, but a gentle smile curled onto her lips. You knew it wasn’t going to change anytime soon but the more you assured her the truth, the more she would start to see the good in herself.

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jellycolors · 2 years

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𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 / 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Cold Nights

Harry Potter x Reader Words: 716 Summary: Together with the Golden Trio you are searching for Horcruxes and winter has come. Despite all the measures, you just can't get warm and the cold keeps you from sleeping. But the concept of body heat could help you.

Months had passed since the beginning of your search. So far you had only had minor successes. To make matters worse, winter had finally caught up with you. The temperatures had dropped surprisingly sharply overnight. But today it snowed for the first time. And not just a little. You didn't know when you had last seen so much snow.

Like every night, Hermione had conjured up her glass-fires to warm up the tent. This seemed to be enough for Ron, Hermione and Harry, but you were incredibly cold. You had pulled your blanket up to under the tip of your nose to try and expose as little of your body as possible to the cold air.

Tired, you looked at the other beds. Ron was snoring and obviously fast asleep. Hermione and Harry were also lying motionless in their beds. You yourself were also tired, but the cold made your body shiver. Your teeth were chattering and you were struggling to control your body's twitching.

You didn't know what else to do. You didn't want to wake the others. Rolling onto your side, you pulled your knees towards you, hoping to warm yourself with your own body. Again your teeth chattered.

"Is everything okay?" you heard Harry murmur tiredly. He was sleeping in the bed closest to you. In the dim light of the blue flames, you could see his face. He looked at you from squinted eyes.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm just cold," you replied, shivering. You didn't want him to lose sleep over you.

"I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here. Didn't you put a warming spell on your blanket?"

"Of course I did. I don't know why I'm so cold. I feel like my toes are freezing." You tried to laugh, but to be honest, you felt more like crying. You were dead tired and all you wanted to do was sleep.

The rustling of a duvet pulled you out of your thoughts. You could see Harry's silhouette coming towards you.

"Move over a bit." Harry was standing right in front of your bed, looking down at you.

"What?" you asked him, confused.

"I want you to slide over a bit."

"What for?"

"I can't sleep with your teeth chattering like that. You need to sleep, I'm just trying to help you."

You made room for him. Not a second later he had laid down next to you. His body heat was directly noticeable.

"Thank you Harry," you whispered and pressed yourself as close to him as you could.

He put a hand around your waist. You were glad it was dark, because a blush crept into your cheeks. You hadn't wanted to admit it to yourself before, but you had definitely had a crush on him for a long time. But at the same time he was your best friend and you didn't want to risk losing him as such.

What you didn't realise was the fact that you weren't the only person who was suddenly unfathomably flustered. Harry lay rigidly beside you. When he had decided to lie down in bed with you, he had not expected that being so close to you would paralyse him. He didn't know how to position himself. He didn't want to pressure you into anything and at the same time he never wanted to let you go again.

It took quite a while until you both finally fell asleep. But at some point exhaustion overcame both of you. The cold of winter had disappeared in the meantime and a pleasant warmth enveloped you, allowing you a peaceful and deep sleep.

The next morning Hermione and Ron were the first to wake up. Surprised and grinning at the same time, they both looked at the sleeping figures of their two friends.

"It's about time they finally got together," Ron finally said. It had been exhausting to watch the two of them dancing around each other.

"Do you think we should wake them up?" asked Hermione quietly.

"Don't you dare," a raspy voice replied, making Ron and Hermione jump and wince.

Harry had opened one eye, looked at his two friends, wrapped his arm tighter around you and finally closed his eyes again.

The search for Horcruxes could wait another hour or two.

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cloudybarnes · 8 months

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ex best friend

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Summary: when you were younger, Draco was your best friend. some years had passed, and the two of you had found yourselves estranged. one day, after a lost quidditch game for the Slytherin team, you find yourself drawn to Draco once again, hopeful to see where things had gone wrong for you two

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“Go Harry! Go Ron!” You shouted. Hermione cheered, clapping as loudly as she could.

The first Quidditch match of the season. Ron was doing amazing as goalkeeper, and Harry was whizzing through the stadium on the hunt for the golden snitch.

They were playing against your house, Slytherin. Even though you were a slytherin, that didn’t mean you necessarily had to root for them. You were best friends with the Golden Trio. Even though you were Slytherin, you always stood up for them against the rest of your house which led to them becoming your best friends.

“Look!” Hermione shouted, “Harry’s almost got it!”

Harry and Draco were going head to head for the snitch, but Harry was just that much closer to catching it. All of the sudden, Harry fist wrapped around the snitch. The Gryffindor section exploded with cheers and applause. You and Hermione jumped out of your seats.

“Let’s go!” Someone around you shouted.

Hermione wildly clapped her hands as the Gryffindor team surrounded Harry in cheers and laughter. “Come on,” she urged, pulling you down the bleachers, “let’s go catch up with them.”

You chuckled, and followed her down the bleachers and out of the stadium where you would wait for Ron and Harry.

As you walked out, you couldn’t help but notice Draco coming out as well. He seemed to be the first from the Slytherin team to leave the stadium. Almost as if sensing you stare, he looked up and made direct eye contact with you.

You and Draco had been best friends your first two years at Hogwarts. When you were younger, everything seemed to be easier. Draco had been quite mean to Hermione, Ron, and Harry, and as a result, you grew apart from him.

Still, you couldn’t help but care for Draco. You remembered how sweet he had always been to you, how close you guys were, and how many nights you two would sneak out to the halls to cause mischief together. Quite honestly, you miss him. While you love being friends with the Gryffindors, Draco had been your best friend, and it sucked not being close to him any longer.

“Hermione,” you said, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit. Are we still gonna study for the potions exam, later?”

Hermione glanced over your shoulder, then looked back at you with a bit of a worrisome face. “Yeah, we can meet in the library around 7. Are you, uh, gonna have a chat with Draco?”

Hermione was the only one who knew you missed your friendship with Draco. While she never really understood it, what with him being so rude to her, she never made you feel bad about missing him.

You hadn’t really talked to Draco all that much in the past year, just some small things here and there, but not like you used to.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna try.” You gave her a small smile and turned back toward where you had last seen Draco. He was walking away from the stadium towards an old cherry blossom tree the two of you used to conspire under.

Your heart swelled a little. You really did miss him, and seeing him in a place so familiar to you and to your friendship brought a wave of sadness over you. You took off in stride to catch up with him.

Draco sat under the tree, watching you as you approached.

A little awkwardly, you sat down next to him and leaned against the large trunk of the tree. You cleared your throat, “I saw the game. You put up a good fight.”

He shook his head, his hair falling slightly into his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you were just so devastated when Potter caught the snitch instead of me.” The sarcasm reeked from his lips, but he didn’t seem angry. He sounded quite the opposite. You weren’t sure if he was sad or just felt defeated. It was a strange look from him; one you hadn’t had the privy of seeing from him.

“Just because I root for Gryffindor on occasion, doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing you lose. I’m still Slytherin, I still have house pride.”

Draco scoffs at that. “You haven’t had house pride in a long time, (Y/N).”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Ouch, Draco. Going straight for my throat, huh?”

He just shook his head and looked away, staring off into the distance. The breeze picked up, shaking the leaves of the tree, causing a few to fall at your feet.

“Dray,” you said softly. Draco’s eyes dart to your face. His mouth hung open ever so slightly at the nickname you used to call him. “What’s going on with you? You’ve never been one to sit around and sulk.”

He shrugged. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

“I don’t believe that. The Draco I know wouldn’t have come out here in disappointment. He would have stormed to the common room and figured out exactly where he went wrong to ensure he beat those pesky Gryffindors the next time.”

Draco chuckled. “Weird hearing you call the Gryffindors ‘pesky’. You’ve always been so kind to everyone, no matter their house.”

You shrugged with a soft smile. “You must be rubbing off on me, then.”

He shook his head. “Not sure that that’s such a good thing, (Y/N/N).”

Your heart melted at the use of your old nickname. Draco was the only one to ever call you that, and when you stopped talking, your nickname died with your friendship. You couldn’t help but think about what used to be with Draco.

“What happened to us, Dray? How did we grow so far from each other?”

Draco rubbed his hands down his face, like he was nervous. “You’re not like any other Slytherin I know, (Y/N). Sure, you’re cunning, you can be clever at times, and as I recall, you’re quite the prankster.” He smirked. “The rest of us, though, can be quite mean and outright nasty at times. You’re not like that at all. I guess when you started to become friends with Potter and started to stick up for them, I kind of realized how different we were.”

“So my being friends with them caused us to stop being friends?” You couldn’t believe it. You knew that by sticking up for them, it caused a drift between you and Draco, but you didn’t want to think you had been ostracized because of it.

“It’s not just that.” Draco sighed. He looked into your eyes, and you could see something swirling within them. It looked a lot like regret and sorrow. He seemed to struggle to get his next words out. “I felt like… like I wasn’t good enough for you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m better than Potter and his group of ragdoll friends in a lot of ways. I think just not in the way that you needed.”

You didn’t know what to think. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Draco, you’re gonna have to explain it to me better.”

He growled in frustration. “Just forget it, (Y/N). This was stupid. I don’t even know why I came over here.”

He went to stand up, but you grabbed onto his hand and held him in place. Draco’s head whipped to gape at you.

“Don’t do that, Draco. We were friends long enough for me to know what’s going on. Don’t shut me out, because I really just can’t do this again.” Your voice quivered slightly. “You might not realize this, but it broke my heart when we stopped being friends, Dray. You weren’t just my friend, you were my best friend. I never imagined we would end up the way we are now, barely speaking to each other, very curt, very much like acquaintances.”

“I’m not like them, (Y/N)!” Draco shouted. He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m not good like them. I don’t see things the way they do, they way you do. I was only going to bring you down, and I couldn’t let that happen. Godric knows I can be awful, but never in my life did I want to see my awfulness rub off onto you. You’re sweet, (Y/N), you’re kind, and you deserved someone kind, someone loyal, someone-”

“I just wanted you, Draco!”

The words on Draco’s lips silenced as you let out your confession. He stared at you, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

You huffed. “I just wanted you. If you had explained all of this to me when it went down, I would have told you that you didn’t need to be good. You didn’t need to be anything other than yourself, because I liked you. If I had to choose between you and them, I would have chosen you a thousand times over, Draco. You were always my first choice.”

“You liked me?”

Your cheeks blushed. You tried to shrug your shoulders as if to brush it off. “Yeah. You were my best friend. You were the only person that really understood me. You cared about me. How was I not supposed to like you?”

“And what about now?” Draco asked. “How do you feel about me now?”

Draco placed his hand on top of yours. He leaned in slightly like he was trying to make sure he heard every word you said.

Your heart pounded in your chest. How did you feel about him?

“I miss you. I know that.” You confessed. “I know I still think about you. I know I long for the nights where we snuck out of our rooms to see each other. I miss seeing you everyday. Sometimes I feel like-”

His lips were soft.

Draco’s mouth moved slowly against yours, like he was afraid if he pressed too hard it would break the intimacy of what was happening. You kissed him back gently, slowly guiding your hand up to the blonde of his hair.

Draco softly ran his fingers up your arm to your back where he held onto you.

Kissing Draco felt like the easiest thing in the world. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

When Draco pulled away, you could see the biggest grin adorning his face. His cheeks were slightly pink, and his eyes shined like no tomorrow. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, (Y/N/N). You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, or how much I wished something like this would happen between us.”

You giggled, your own cheeks turning shades of pink. “You know, if you hadn’t lost that Quidditch match, we probably wouldn’t have been here right now.”

Draco chuckled, and pulled you close to wrap you in his arms. Softly, he whispered, “I’d lose every Quidditch match if it meant we could always be like this.”

“You don’t have to lose any matches, Draco. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

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7s3ven · 4 months

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SANTA, TELL ME. draco malfoy

( master list )

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( draco x hufflepuff! reader )

“Santa, tell me if he really cares. ‘Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year.”

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Draco couldn’t remember when he had started to dislike Christmas. Maybe it was during his second year when he had to stay at Hogwarts for the winter and ever since then, he was required to do the same every year.

Draco mindlessly stared at the wrapped gifts his parents had sent him early. The cold Slytherin room was empty, everybody but Draco at home with their families.

The blond teenager was curled up on the soft couch, listening to the fire crackle and watching as the logs burned. Having had enough of wallowing in self pity, Draco slipped into a thick blazer and walked out of the common room.

He wandered around the halls, the sound of loud and joyful laughter catching his attention. He peeked out of the window, his nose slightly wrinkling when he saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were with two other girls that weren’t that annoying know-it-all, Hermione Granger.

Draco recognized one of them as Y/N L/N, a Hufflepuff who was unusually good at potions. The other girl was a dark-haired Ravenclaw with a stern beauty that contrasted Y/N’s soft features.

The group of four were playing in the snow, throwing it at each other and laughing when their noses turned red from the cold.

Y/N wore her yellow scarf which sorely clashed with her tight blue and white striped blouse, greyish-brown skirt, and puffy white jacket. She seemed to have fleece lined tights on because she wasn’t shivering.

Draco tore his eyes away from the happy friends and frowned. Even with his companions, they were never that carefree. But how Draco wished they could be. It must be great not having to worry about your every move and who you were friends with, who you liked, and who you were going to marry.

In a way, he envied Y/N. She was a pureblood brought up by muggle parents with no harsh expectations or demands.

On paper, she was a sacred pure but in every Slytherin’s eyes, she would always be an outcast. She was at every prestigious party in her bright and stunning yellow dresses, effortlessly sticking out like a sore thumb.

Draco released a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair. He didn’t know what to do with Blaise and all his other friends gone. He had heard Nott was going on a trip to Paris. Wonderful.

Pansy was going to Italy.

Crabbe and Goyle were planning to visit a famous restaurant in London.

Millicent Bulstrode was going to New York.

And Matteo… the poor son of Lord Voldemort was stuck in the same orphanage his father had landed in decades ago. In the same room too.

Draco walked with no destination in mind until he ended up at the front gates of Hogwarts. He looked up, staring as the snowflakes dropped. Slowly, he stepped forward into the thick snow. He sank down into it and the cold offered a strange sense of comfort.

He had not been planning to go outside so he was wrongly dressed. Draco shivered slightly as the snow landed on his pale face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands felt frozen. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Draco hadn’t even noticed Y/N approaching him, her scarf in her hand. “If you plan to stay outside,” She uttered, trying to hand him the yellow clothing, “At least wear this.”

Draco looked her up and down, wondering why she was even talking to him. All he did was bully her friends, at least the ones in Gryffindor. Draco and his posse seemed to leave everybody else alone.

“You helped me last month. So I’m returning the favor.” Y/N brightly smiled and Draco felt his face heat up, much to his dismay.

Draco thought for a moment before he realized what Y/N was talking about. It was true, he had helped her but only because that boy who was trying to flirt with Y/N was making a fool of Slytherin and he didn’t approve of making girls uncomfortable.

“Ah.” Draco murmured, staring down at the scarf. He slowly reached out to grab it. “He deserved it.”

“Matteo punched him.” Y/N piped up, reminding Draco of what had happened. Yes, Matteo had punched the idiotic boy while Draco stood on the sidelines, merely watching. “His nose started bleeding. I’m all for defending people but was that necessary?”

“He’s done it before. Matteo only wanted to teach him a lesson. Sexual harassment is no joke. That boy has tried peeking up girl’s skirts so my statement still stands. He deserved it.” Draco uttered it more firmly this time.

“Where is Matteo anyway?” Y/N looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette boy. “I thought he would’ve stayed behind.”

“I’m not sure why he went back to the orphanage.” Draco wasn’t the best at small talk, especially not with friendly people. But Y/N didn’t seem to notice as she rambled on.

She was relatively good friends with Matteo. She was one of the few who could get away with talking to him and not receiving a glare in return.

“He told me he was staying behind but maybe he didn’t want to be alone again, since he assumed you were leaving too. He kind of envies you and your family trips. He’s envious because you actually have a family.” Y/N paused, slowly covering her mouth. “Ah… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… sorry.”

She lifted her head, locking gazes with Draco. “You’ll… keep this between us, right?” She sheepishly smiled, “I swear I don’t usually spill people’s secrets…”

Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t be able to do much with that information anyway.” The blond hair turned around to walk away, but he realized he was still holding Y/N’s scarf. “I changed my mind. I’m going back inside. I assume you’ll be staying out here for a while so take this back. We don’t want you to freeze.”

Draco wrapped Y/N’s scarf around her neck, nodding. There was a slither of a smile on his lips before he spun around and strutted off.

“Why were you talking with Malfoy?” Harry approached Y/N as soon as Draco left.

She hummed in surprise and slightly jumped. “What? Oh. He’s not so bad. He’s actually… somewhat nice.”

Harry scoffed and rolled his emerald green eyes. “Malfoy? Nice? As if. Anyway, we’re going to walk around the pine woods. Wanna join?”

Y/N shook her head and beamed. “No. I’m good. I’m a little tired so I’ll see you inside.” Harry smiled back at her before jogging over to Ron and Anna, the Ravenclaw girl.

Y/N pushed past the large wooden doors, walking back into the warmth of the Hogwarts castle. The fire in the Great Hall crackled as Y/N entered, intent on warming her hands. But she found Draco standing in front of the Christmas tree, staring at it in wonder and awe and sadness.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Y/N snuck up behind Draco, startling him.

“Jeez! Merlin’s sake, L/N, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Draco stormed out of the Great Hall while Y/N poured and huffed.

“Hmph. What’s his problem? He was fine before.” She shook her head in annoyance as she warmed her freezing body by the fireplace. “Slytherins really are bipolar…”

Though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for Draco. She knew he was the only one in the common room because Matteo had told her everybody always went home. Pansy confirmed it.

Y/N and Pansy weren’t close but they had worked on a group project together and for along relatively well. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Pansy tried her best to hate the kind Hufflepuff but she never could.

Y/N could hear footsteps approaching the hall and assuming it was Harry, Y/N didn’t turn around. She should’ve because as soon as she caught sight of blond hair in a reflection, she knew it was Draco.

“Come to yell at me some more?” She asked, a joking tone to her question.

“You helped decorate the Great Hall, right?” Draco inquired, getting straight to the point.

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“I need you to decorate the Slytherin common room.” Draco held up a pouch of money, “I’m willing to pay.”

Y/N glanced at him as he jingled the coins. She shrugged. “Nah. I’ll do it for free. Let’s go!” She linked arms with Draco and dragged him to the supply closet where the extra decorations were being been kept.

“Why do I need to help you?” Draco grumbled as Y/N shoved the boxes into his arms. She huffed.

“What? You think I could carry all this by myself? Hey,” She poked Draco’s shoulder, “There’s things even I can’t do alone. Besides, you’re strong. Use it for something helpful.”

Y/N turned away, which relieved Draco because he refused to let her see his flushed cheeks.

“Wow, it really isn’t decorated at all. That’s surprising, especially on Christmas Eve. The Hufflepuff common room is almost too shiny with all the tinsel.” Y/N looked around the Slytherin Chamber in disappointment. At least they had their Christmas tree up, though it was a very sad and bland one. She frowned. “How do you guys live like this?”

“I helped you carry the boxes. I trust you’ll be able to do the rest.” Draco dropped the boxes full of decorations and hurried off.

“Huh? Wait! You don’t expect me to do it alone! I need to socialise! I’ll die if I don’t talk to people!”

Draco slammed his dorm door shut, making Y/N sigh. “He’s only nice when Matteo is around.” She mumbled, “Does he have a crush on him or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. He keeps turning down girls, even Pansy. And she’s gorgeous.”

Y/N sorted through all the tinsel, sighing. “I suppose if I were a boy, I’d go for Pansy. Or Hermione. Maybe Luna?” She picked all the green tinsel strings, making sure to leave every single red-colored one in the box.

“Daphne Greengrass or whatever her name is would be a good choice too.” Y/N uttered as she wrapped the green tinsel around the stair rail. “Hm, who else? Ah! Cho Chang! Cedric sure is lucky to be dating her. I’m almost jealous!”

Y/N sighed as she hung ornaments on the lonely Christmas tree. “Ginny would also be on the list I guess. She’s a total badass. Why won’t Harry notice her? If I were him, I’d fall in love instantly.”

She checked fireplace, and made sure to add some more wood to the flames to keep them ignited. “Pansy, Hermione, Luna, Daphne, Cho, and Ginny. A strong lineup. What about the boys? Matteo is handsome but I only see him as a friend. Lorenzo I would get with. Cedric? Maybe. Oliver? Yes. Dating Harry or Ron would be a little weird so maybe not. Besides, I ship Hermione and Ron.”

This went on for quite some time. Y/N had made amazing progress while talking to herself. The chamber was almost unrecognisable. Draco, who was cooped up in his room, clenched his jaw. He was covering his ears, trying to ignore Y/N’s annoying rambling.

But she kept talking. Over and over again. About useless topics too. Finally, Draco had enough. He pulled open his door and was about to yell something until he heard Y/N mention his name.

“Draco? Hm… I don’t know. Am I supposed to call him Malfoy? I feel like we’re on relatively good terms. Would I date him? A solid maybe. He’s so handsome but he’s a little bipolar. If only he was a little nicer. I wouldn’t mind kissing him.”

Draco slowly lifted his head, hanging onto every word Y/N spoke. If he was a little nicer… she’d kiss him?

“I’m going out. The room looks great. Thanks, Y/N.” Draco hurriedly grabbed her hand, pressing an innocent kiss to her knuckles before he hurried off.

“Did he… just say thank you?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard his say that.” She looked at her hand, still able to feel the ghost of Draco’s lips against her skin.

Draco had never been a nice person from the start but he figured the way to Y/N’s heart was to get on neutral terms with Potter.

Speaking of the devil, Draco could see Harry, Ron, and Anna walking into the castle.

“Morning, Potter.” Draco uttered as he passed the trio, trying his best not to scowl. “And Weasley and, I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name but I like your black hair.”

Once Draco was out of earshot, Ron and Harry shared a disturbed look. “Was he… poisoned or something?” Ron asked, “I prefer when Malfoy’s mean! It’s scary when he’s nice.”

“Hey, guys!” Y/N jogged towards her friends, wildly waving at them. “Have you guys seen Draco?”

“Yeah. He went that way. But he was acting super weird. What did you say to him to make him greet us and tell Anna he likes her hair.” Ron scoffed, “Or did you slip a potion into his drink?”

“Huh? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N exclaimed. She paused. “Oh… well, I did say I would kiss him if he was a little nicer. But I was talking to myself.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Harry uttered. “Malfoy probably fancies you.”

“What?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.

“If you think about it, it makes sense.” Anna retorted. “I mean, he’s always trying to talk to you. He doesn’t bully you and he seems to stay away from bullying your friends as well. I mean, Harry and Ron and ‘Mione excluded.”

Y/N sighed. “That doesn’t prove anything. Do you know where he went? I need to ask him about the decorations. I’m decorating the Slytherin chamber.”

“He walked outside. Probably to Hogsmeade to go on a shopping spree for himself.” Ron quietly scoffed.

“Tell me if you see him, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Y/N walked back to the chamber, staring at the work she had done. The Slytherin common room looked much more comforting and welcoming now. She smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips.

“Looks good, Y/N.” She happily high-fived herself. Y/N sat down on the couch, slightly slouching. She waved her wand around while mumbling a small charm, smiling as snowflakes floated around.

Hours eventually passed and Draco still hadn’t returned. Y/N had finished decorating and she had refurbished the fire as well. She was so bored she eventually found a way into Draco’s dorm and cleaned it too.

“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there. Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.” Y/N quietly sang, humming the beat to the muggle song. She had went to fetch Hermione’s gift, a small radio that played all kinds of songs. Y/N was enjoying it very much.

She grinned as she happily swung her legs. She stood up to check on the fire, slightly dancing.

The chorus played again, and this time Y/N sang louder.

At that time, Draco walked in. He froze, watching as Y/N surprisingly hit all the high notes in the Ariana Grande song.

Draco slowly smiled, strutting towards Y/N. He tapped her shoulder, “You’re a good singer.” He complimented her.

“Oh… thanks. What took you so long? I finished ages ago.”

“And you didn’t leave?”

“I, uh… didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Y/N sheepishly smiled. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed at the bag in Draco’s arms. “A gift for your friend?”

“I guess you could say that… but she’s not really my friend. More like someone I owe.” Draco held out the bag, shoving it into Y/N’s hands. “For you. Merry… early Christmas.”

Draco looked away, trying to his his reddening ears.

Y/N tilted her head to the side before she opened the bag, gasping softly. “What the… Draco… this must’ve cost a fortune.” Inside was a freshly pressed Burberry blazer.

“I overheard that you were going to Paris in Winter next year and it snows there occasionally, so I bought you something to keep you warm.”

“Oh… it’s lovely, Draco.” Y/N smiled, feeling the fabric. “I love it. Thank you… so much.” She couldn’t contain her laugh of happiness.

“That’s not all.” Draco reached in, pulling out a jewelry box. “Vivienne Westwood.” He uttered, showing her the beautiful silver necklace.

Y/N gasped again. “You didn’t have to do this… you spent way too much money, Draco.”

“I wanted to do this. Consider it my thanks for decoration. It looks great. Turn around so I can put this on you.”

Y/N slowly spun around, feeling Draco’s cold hands against her neck. He gently pushed her hair aside, lingering for a moment too long. He put the necklace around her neck, carefully clasping it.

“Thank you.” Y/N grasped the pendant, smiling. “I love it. And I love the blazer too.”

Draco was still standing behind her, not wanting to move as he inhaled the smell of her sweet perfume.

“Y/N.” He whispered, “Can I…” Draco hesitated, “Can I kiss you?”

“What?” Y/N turned around in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Draco, misunderstanding it as rejection, frowned.

“Sorry. I just blurted it out. I didn’t mean it.”

The clock in the common room loudly chimed as it reached twelve o’clock, a reminder of what day it was now. Christmas.

Y/N reached out, grabbing Draco and pulled him forward. She quickly kissed him and shyly pulled away, her cheeks flushed bright red just like Draco’s ears.

“Merry Christmas, Draco.”

#harry potter x reader #draco malfoy #slytherin #hufflepuff #gryffindor #ravenclaw #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger #ron weasley #hogwarts mystery #one shot #all i want for christmas is you #santa tell me #christmas special

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A Matter of Pride

“You get transfigured into a ferret one time, and they never let you hear the end of it.”

#a little one shot on the various meanings of the word 'pride'#dramione #draco x hermione #dramione fanfic #dramione fanart #fanart friday #draco malfoy #hermione granger #my fanart #fanfiction #dramione fanfiction #dramione ao3 #dhr fanart #dhr fanfiction #myart

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Bathroom Light

It's been two years since I've written anything, but I heard the song Bathroom Light by Mt. Joy, and this story wrote itself. Rated M for Ron's thoughts. <3

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Find me a lane to drive through

In a Halloween costume

I'm an astronaut without you

As usual, the Three Broomsticks was bursting with Hogwarts students on a Saturday night. Echoes of conversations bounced off the walls, cluttering Ron’s mind like a cloud of wrackspurts, which made it even harder than usual to focus on his date. Lavender had been chatting about a new beauty charm she learned from Parvati. Or was it from Witch Weekly? Honestly, Ron didn’t know, but apparently it had something to do with volumizing curls. Maybe.

Ron stared into his half empty butterbeer. Although he was tempted to chug the rest of it, he just knew that if someone in particular saw him gulping it down like a river troll, she’d disapprove. He shouldn’t care what that someone in particular would think, as they weren’t even on speaking terms, but for some reason he still did.

“Are you listening to me?”

Ron’s skin prickled at her question, and his fingers clenched around his glass of butterbeer. “Yes, of course I’m listening,” he lied.

“Then what did I just say?” asked Lavender, one eyebrow raised.

“Something about beauty charms…”

Lavender’s eyes narrowed.

“Beauty charms that you don’t even need.”

Ron’s shoulders relaxed when Lavender’s face softened into a grin. “Aww. You’re sweet.”

He smiled back at her and took in her features. She wore a different color lipstick than usual for their date, and it had taken Ron by surprise when he first saw her. Lavender had seemed hurt by his reaction. He tried to assure her that he didn’t think of her lipstick color as good or bad, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

Truth be told, he didn’t actually know what Lavender looked like without all the effort, but he knew better than to mention that. She took great pride in her appearance and wanted validation — that Ron could understand. Some guys equated makeup and beauty charms with deceit, and Ron really didn’t want to be one of those guys. But was it wrong to want to know what your girlfriend really looked like?

And honestly, he’d love to go on a date that had the potential of ruining someone’s perfectly curated hair. Lavender wouldn’t even watch one of his Quidditch games if it was raining for fear of ruining her appearance. Even though that would mean so much more to him than finding a never-before-seen shade of lip balm just for him. He couldn’t shake the image of someone else sitting in the stands at a particularly stormy Quidditch game, her curls soaked down to heavy waves that stuck to her face, completely unbothered by the fact that she looked like she’d nearly drowned in the great lake.

As if reality read his mind, those same curls caught his eye, bouncing along the edge of the pub toward the loo. His eyes immediately followed Hermione until the light of the bathroom hallway illuminated her. Who was she here with? Harry or Ginny? Neither had mentioned anything about going to Hogsmeade tonight, and the thought made his stomach feel as heavy as a bezoar. Was she on a date?

The persistent thought, the one that he was usually pretty good at keeping at bay flooded into his mind like a dam had broken. What would happen if he followed her?

We're twisting our way to the back of the bar

Yeah, locking the door, falling into the stall…

Maybe she would respond positively. Those canaries meant something. No one would attack a person for kissing someone else if they only held platonic feelings. Ron definitely wasn’t wrong about that. It was possible that she’d welcome a grand gesture from him.

Was following her into a bathroom stall in a crowded pup a grand gesture? It surely wasn’t on the same level as hiring a string quartet or writing a romantic poem. But if memories of a rogue mountain troll served him correctly, it wouldn’t be the first time their relationship changed in a bathroom.

Suppose he got up, followed her, and she invited him in. Then what?

That would never happen. But it didn’t hurt to imagine, right?

Stripping you down to your jewelry

You're breaking the rules just for me

What a life under big stars and a good woman in charge

Got me falling in, got me falling in hard.

Would she want him to kiss her the way he kissed Lavender in the common room that first time? Because honestly, he probably couldn’t. It would be so different.

If he kissed Hermione in that bathroom there would be no hesitation. His mind wouldn’t freeze and turn on autopilot without a moment’s thought about the fallout of his actions. He’d kiss her not in spite of the consequences, but because of them. Could a kiss ruin their friendship?

So be it, ruin the friendship. Sometimes things needed to burn down to grow back stronger.

It wouldn’t just be a kiss. If the scars on his arms meant anything, she had passion. Sure, that manifested poorly sometimes, but it wouldn’t in that bathroom. He could just imagine her tugging at his shirt while he plucked at the buttons on her blouse, pieces of clothing hitting the floor one by one, until all she was left wearing was that perfume he got her back in fifth year.

He’d run his fingers through her perfectly voluminous curls that needed no beauty charms, and maybe she’d bite down on his lip as her bare legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers would dig into the skin of her thighs, and she’d groan her approval, which would have a similar effect to setting Ron on fire.

Something Ron loved about Hermione was her relationship with rules. She knew the ins and outs of every rule in the book, so when it came time to break them, she was the one to ask. She could get away with anything without risking her perfect reputation, especially for someone she cared about. Setting a professor’s robes on fire? Check. Blackmailing and transfiguring a nefarious journalist? Check. Jinxing the D.A. sign up sheet? Check. That one time she snuck a flask of firewhiskey on a prefect round, and they skipped patrol to drink in an empty classroom? Check. Harry didn’t even believe Ron when he told him about that last one, and honestly, Ron preferred it that way. It made it seem special.

If breaking rules was Ron’s love language, Hermione was fluent, and she only spoke it for him.

So even though he was on a date with someone else, and maybe she was too, it wasn’t difficult to imagine her fully letting him in under the dim bathroom light. He’d prop her up on the sink; she’d tug on his front zipper and slip him out of his trousers. And despite the fact that they were in a dingy stall in the bathroom of an overcrowded pub, he’d do to her what he’d only ever imagined in his dreams. Fuck the consequences.

Shag her best friend in the bar bathroom? She definitely would. Check.

So, come on, baby, let's do this right

I think I like falling in love in the bar bathroom light

I won't question it, I won't mess with it, if it's there go grab it

Tell your friends you love who they are

“Ron, are you okay?”

Lavender sat with her elbows on the table, head cocked to the side, a look of concern on her face.

“Yeah. Why?” he asked, trying his best to hide the resentment creeping up from the fact that she yanked him from the most beautiful daydream.

“You seem distracted.”

Ron immediately felt heavy with guilt. What was wrong with him? He was here with a gorgeous woman, and couldn’t control the trajectory of his fantasies.

“I’m sorry. Just tired,” he lied. In fact, he was more energized than ever. “Can we go back?”

“Yeah,” said Lavender, with a brief flash of disappointment on her face. “Want to finish your beer first?”

Ron glanced at his butterbeer, still half empty. Hermione obviously wasn’t looking, so he put the glass to his lips and chugged it.

“Let’s go,” he said. The pair stood up to leave, and Lavender reached for his hand. Who was he to think of makeup and beauty charms as deceit when he was the one imagining shagging someone else in the bathroom?

Yet, on the way out the door, it took everything he had to avoid stealing one more glance toward the bathroom at the back of the bar.

#romionefic #ron x hermione #romione #ron and hermione #hpromione #hermione granger #ron weasley #hermione #hbp missing moment #romioneangst #songfic #angst #one shot

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softbirdieokay · 6 months

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Only For Her

Draco X Hermione

Summary: When Hermione is attacked, Draco pushes aside his rage to take care of her. But the darkness creeps just below the surface.

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Who Did This To You

Warnings: Attempted SA (not from MMC), bruising, mentions of blood, mentions of internal damage, choking, violence, trauma and trauma responses, mentions of implied torture, dark! Draco, mentions of revenge

Author’s Notes: I was feeling angsty and wrote this. Don’t read it if any of the above warnings trigger you, I have softer one-shots that don’t involve violence. Please comment if there’s a tw I missed!

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A low thud met Draco’s ears. He glanced at the door, then looked down at Crookshanks, who was curled in his lap. The cat swished his tail in annoyance.

“My sentiments exactly, beast,” Draco drawled. He returned his focus to the book in his hand.

The flat he shared with Hermione, while relatively quiet, did house a few teenagers. Perhaps they were out making a ruckus. Hermione had befriended them, naturally. Draco had not.

Another thud echoed, louder this time.

“Salazar,” Draco huffed, extremely annoyed. His fiancé was out with her ginger-haired female friend, so he had the apartment to himself. And, as much as he wished he was with Hermione, Draco enjoyed the alone time.

What he did not enjoy were interruptions.

Draco moved Crookshanks, who hissed angrily and scurried out of the room. Grabbing his wand, just in case, Draco made his way to the door.

He peered through the peephole, but only saw an empty hallway. Frustrated, he turned and made his way back toward the armchair. His tea was probably cold.

When Draco was halfway across the room, the thud sounded again, followed by another. Draco thought he heard a low groan.

Alarmed now, he hurried back to the door and threw it open.

Rage like he had not known in years overwhelmed Draco until he was nearly blinded by it. His vision tunneled to the one person that held such a grip on his normally apathetic heart.

Hermione was bruised and bloody, lying against the the wall beside the door. She was, apparently, wandless, and her breaths were shallow.

“Hermione!” Draco knelt in front of her, immediately summoning a diagnostics chart with his wand.

A cursory glance revealed cracked ribs, a bruised throat, and minor cuts and scrapes along her body. Hermione’s clothes were torn, the blouse she donned earlier nearly gaping open.

“Draco,” she whimpered, and a tear slipped from her left eye, the one that wasn’t swelling shut.

“I’m here, my darling,” Draco whispered. Quickly, he stabilized her ribs as best as he could without potions. “I’m going to move you inside, alright?”

Hermione just closed her eyes, the only movement she seemed to be able to manage.

Gently, Draco pulled Hermione into his arms. He counted softly under his breath, warning her, and then picked her up off the cold ground.

“Where’s Ginny?” Draco asked. Truthfully, in this moment, Draco couldn’t care less about the Weaslette, but he knew Hermione would be devastated if something happened to her.

Draco’s heart may be a wasteland, but it was a wasteland that Hermione loved.

“Home,” Hermione groaned.

Draco nodded and carried Hermione to their room. Crookshanks darted off the bed, sensing that something was terribly wrong.

Hermione winced when Draco laid her down, but she sighed as her body sank into their comforter.

“Can you tell me what happened, love?” A part of him knew, could see, what had happened. But he needed to hear it from her lips. Needed to know for sure.

Draco wanted names. He wanted to know what they looked like, where they lived, who they loved. He wanted to know their greatest fears so that he could become them.

Hermione started crying then, and Draco drew closer to her, running a hand through her curls. “They attacked me,” she wept. She reached for Draco’s hand and gripped it tightly. “They—they tried…” Hermione choked, her breaths quickening.

“It’s alright, darling,” Draco assured. “No one can hurt you here.”

Hermione pulled him closer. “I stunned two of them, but—but the other…he broke my wand.” She cried harder, the sobs jostling her body, “I didn’t see him!”

“Hush, love,” Draco soothed, trying to calm her. “I’m here with you. You’re safe now.”

“I got away,” Hermione gasped. “Before—I got away.”

Draco’s jaw tensed and a feeling he had never known came over him. A mixture of relief and profound sadness, a deep well of anger and pain. “You’re so strong, darling. You’re safe.”

“They hurt me,” Hermione cried, and Draco nearly broke apart. She sounded like a child, her voice small and terrified.

Draco kissed her forehead, “I know. I’m going to help you, is that alright?”

Hermione nodded. From then on, Draco asked her questions and Hermione nodded her consent or shook her head.

Do you want to go to St. Mungo’s? A definite no.

Is it okay if I remove your clothes? A nod.

Does it hurt if I press here? A head shake.

What about here? A pained nod.

On and on until Draco had lovingly patched every wound as best as he could.

When it was over, he strode into their bathroom and ran the water until it was the right temperature. He added lavender and the flower petals Hermione sometimes used when she’d had a hard day.

Draco came back into their bedroom and knelt beside Hermione once more.

“I’ve ran a bath,” he whispered. “I can help you or leave you to soak alone, whatever you need.”

Hermione met his eyes and Draco almost sobbed when a small smile split Hermione’s lips. It was faint, barely there, but Draco saw it.

“Would you sit with me?” Hermione held his hand, delicate fingers playing with his silver rings. “I don’t want to be left alone.”

“Of course,” Draco said. He released a breath he had been holding. He would have left her alone, done whatever she asked, but he couldn’t deny that it wouldn’t be difficult.

“Can I remove the blanket and carry you in there?”

Hermione nodded, and so Draco pulled back the covers and lifted her into his arms. Her skin was slightly bruised in places, but most of the damage was healed. There was a faint, yellowish tint around Hermione’s neck, where her assailants tried to choke her.

Draco had to consciously keep himself from gripping her too tight as sorrow and fury stirred in him.

They wandered into the bathroom and Draco lowered Hermione into the water. With a slight groan, Hermione leaned against the porcelain.

Draco knelt on the ground, sleeves rolled up and hands drifting in the water. Slowly, so slowly, he ran a soapy rag over her honey skin.

Draco adored this skin, worshipped it. Hermione was a treasure, and Draco would hoard her like the dragon he was.

“Draco,” Hermione murmured, those brown eyes peering up at him. “Will you hold me?”

Draco swallowed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never felt so undone, so wholly bewitched by a single person.

He nodded, stood, and began to undress. Again, he went slow. Hermione knew his body, just as he knew hers, but he would be damned if she ever saw it as a threat. And he knew how the mind could trick and fester, twisting one’s thoughts with horrid memories. So, he went slow.

Hermione watched. Her eyes didn’t burn with lust, but she looked at Draco with the love he had become familiar with. Love that was hard earned and loyal.

Draco sat his clothes aside and stepped into the water, slipping behind Hermione. He rested his legs on the outside of her thighs and Hermione leaned her head against his chest.

Their hearts were lined up, and Draco was content to feel hers best against his. They were alive. Safe and alive and together.

“Can I wash your hair,” Draco asked, his low voice echoing in the room.

Hermione nodded, “Please.”

And so, he did. Draco used his wand to create a gentle stream of warm water, ensuring that Hermione wouldn’t have to move much. He massaged shampoo into her scalp, rinsed, and then did it again.

His fingers grazed her neck and Hermione flinched. Draco paused, then bent down to kiss her hairline. He continued washing.

Hermione cried while Draco lathered conditioner into her hair. She cried while he ran a comb through the wet strands. She cried when he lifted her from the lukewarm water and wrapped her in a fluffy towel.

Hermione’s tears dried up when Draco laid her on the bed. Carefully, he slipped a pair of cotton underwear up her legs. His hands were steady, only touching what he couldn’t help. He slipped a t-shirt over her head, one from Draco’s quidditch days that Hermione claimed as her own a while ago.

Then, Draco brought Hermione a cup of tea and a vial of Dreamless Sleep. Quickly, she downed the potion and sipped the tea.

Hermione passed out in Draco’s arms, his body curled protectively around hers.

Draco didn’t sleep that night. He didn’t close his eyes, except to blink. Instead, he allowed his mind to slip into the dark space he abandoned years before, the one that lingered on the outskirts of his consciousness.

Growing up under Lucious Malfoy was cruel. Serving under Voldemort was even worse. But the things he was taught served a purpose, and now, Draco would ensure that justice was carried out.

When Hermione awoke the next morning, Draco kissed her cheek and made her breakfast. They lounged in bed all morning, only moving to visit the restroom or the kitchen.

Draco held Hermione in his lap as his little swot read a book aloud.

“I love you,” Draco said, interrupting her.

Hermione turned, a smile on her face. “I love you, too,” she said, and she kissed him. It was swift, no more than a peck. Draco savored it, just as he savored her words, just as he would savor his revenge once he carried it out.

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The Daughter

Summary: Enemies to lovers, Weasley x Lestrange. Linked is a more descriptive summary with author's notes (:

Warnings: None

Chapter One: Kyrie Lestrange walked into Hogwarts’s Great Hall with murder on her mind.

She knew that this year was going to be different than her last four years at this school. But not a good different. No, this was going to be much, much worse.

The Dementors stalking their train ride to Hogwarts proved that almost instantly.

Her shoulder bag was heavy with the weight of the Daily Prophet. Of course the weight of the newspaper wasn’t physically holding her down, but the longer she thought about what was written for the whole wizarding world to see, it felt like an elephant was sitting on her shoulders.

On the front page was Sirius Black, known Death Eater, and now a dangerous escaped prisoner from Azkaban as of a couple weeks ago. Oh, and he also happened to be her uncle.

“Oi, what’s got your panties in a twist, Lestrange?” Cedrella “Ell” Copplestone, Kryie’s best friend, hip bumped her with a smile on her face. Cedrella was beautiful. Her bleach blonde hair fell in easy waves past her chest. Her brown eyes were striking against her fair skin and her lips were always gorgeously polished with sparking pink lip gloss. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a couple of Dementors.”

Cedrella and Kyrie met on their first day at Hogwarts when they were both sorted into Slytherin. Back then, they were only a shell of what they were now. Timid, nervous, but excited. Now, those little girls were strangers.

Kyrie snorted. “Of course not. But I’m also not stupid enough to tempt one of them with a good time, if you know what I mean.”

“A good time, huh?” Cedrella wiggled her eyebrows.

“Have you ever heard of the Dementor’s Kiss?” Kyrie asked her in all seriousness.

“No, we didn’t all grow up learning the ins and outs of Azkaban, you know,” Her best friend smirked.

Cedrella meant it as a joke, and she said it with pride. However, the indirect mention of Kyrie’s mother hollowed her chest into a bottomless pit, but after fifteen years, Kyrie mastered the art of faking a smile and keeping her head high with feigned confidence.

“Well, it’s the only kiss, even you, would never ask for, Ell,” Kyrie said.

“What are you trying to call me?” Cedrella scoffed jokingly.

Kyrie smirked but continued. “Its soul sucking. Literally. Worse than death. And it doesn’t take much to convince them to suck it right out of you.”

“Suck what out of who?” Steven Friar, another fellow Slytherin in her year, conveniently popped his head between the two girls, smirking.

Kyrie rolled her eyes. “Of course that is all you heard.”

Kyrie also met Steven Friar in her first year of Hogwarts when the Sorting Hat placed them all in Slytherin. Joining them at their table that day was also Ophelia Wenlock, Danny King, Selina Branstone, and Zakir Ancrum. Quickly, this was how her friend group transformed. A group of prideful, parent pleasing, pureblooded, wizards and witches. All part of the house that homed the only students who believed being the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange was a privilege, even if the witch stroked a deep fear within all of them.

“What can I say, Lestrange, your words put me in a trance,” Steven smiled.

His curly brown hair brushed against Kyrie’s cheek and his breath smelled of chocolate frogs from the train. Out of all her friends, Steven was the one to make her laugh the hardest. Unlike most Slytherins, he didn’t take life too seriously. Although he always remembered to keep in mind the expectations his parents had for him, he didn’t let it control him. And Kyrie always envied that about him.

“Oi, get a grip, Friar,” Danny and Zakir matched their pace with the others. “You know, the only thing joining you in your bed this year is your right hand.”

“Jokes on you, I’m a lefty,” Steven winked at his friend.

“What are you talking about, anyway?” Danny asked them.

Out of all of her guy friends, Kyrie was closest to Danny. The bond they shared was different than the ones she had with Steven and Zakir. This one was more serious and intimate. They shared a connection that she couldn’t relate to with any of her other friends. Maybe it was the fact that his parents were similar to Kyrie’s aunt and uncle, who she had been living with for the past thirteen years. They were highly regarded amongst all wizards in Europe. They shared powerful roles in the Ministry, which always added pressure to the ideology of showing off a picture perfect family. There were certain expectations that Danny and Kyrie were meant to meet, and Danny took that role seriously.

“The Dementors,” Ell said.

The five of them found Selina and Ophelia waiting for them in the Great Hall, saving their friends their seats with the other fifth year students. Kyrie took her seat next to Ophelia and eyed the rest of the room.

On the other end of the room, Hufflepuffs pushed each other around playfully. Next to their table, Ravenclaws were catching up quietly, and behind the Slytherin tables, Gryffindors obnoxiously cackled.

“I heard that Potter kid fainted on the train when he looked at one of them,” Ophelia said with a slight snicker, catching the last of their conversation as they settled in.

Kyrie glanced over at the Gryffindor table again. Ironically, Harry Potter was turned towards them as well, glaring at Draco Malfoy, who was no doubt teasing the kid about what happened.

News traveled fast in Hogwarts. Rumor had it one of the Dementors locked onto Potter during the train ride into campus, and the interaction was severe enough to make Harry Potter pass out.

Steven pulled another chocolate frog out of his shoulder bag. Kyrie snatched it out of his hand.

“Hey!” He complained.

Kyrie threw the chocolate frog at the blonde third year. It hit him in the side of the head, causing him to turn around and glare daggers at his own cousin.

“Leave him alone, Draco,” Kyrie scolded him with a smirk on her face. She glanced over at the younger kid who was scowling at her cousin. His brown hair was sticking up in the back, his glasses askew, and the scar on his forehead peeked out from behind his bangs. “At least wait until the kid looks a little less… peaky.”

Kyrie winked at the young Gryffindor, remembering their encounter only a couple of weeks ago in Knockturn Alley. Harry flushed and was physically turned away from the Slytherin table by two red headed twins.

The infamous Fred and George Weasley. They’ve been causing chaos at Hogwarts since they stepped onto campus five years ago. They were adrenaline junkies. The twins were well known for their pranks, always finding a way to improve their jokes and up the stakes. Whereas most of the school loved and laughed at their antics, Kyrie found the two utterly annoying and obnoxious. However, the twins’ perspective of Lestrange and her friends weren’t far off from that either.

Maybe it was the natural feud between their two houses, or maybe it was that they just knew how to get under each other’s skin. But the Weasleys and their friends have hated Lestrange and her friends for as long as she’s known them.

The twins narrowed their eyes at Kyrie but were smart enough to keep their mouth shut.

Kyrie smirked at their reaction to her already so early into the school year. She ignored the curious eyes of their little brother, Ron, and his best friend Hermione and turned back to her friends.

Ell scoffed, noticing the twins’ looks as well. “I’ll tell you one thing I didn’t miss. The stupid dungbombs those idiots like to shoot off in the halls.”

“One stupid prank this year and I will make their lives bloody miserable. I don’t have time to be distracted from studying for the O.W.Ls,” Selina said. She was by far the smartest out of all Kyrie’s friends. Obsessed with her schoolwork, she was on the right path to follow in her parents’ footsteps to work for the Ministry of Magic.

“It’s day one and she’s already talking about the exams,” Zakir rolled his eyes.

Kyrie snickered and ignored her friend’s scowl.

“Hey,” Danny leaned in closer to Kyrie. “I like the green. It matches your eyes.”

Kyrie smiled. “I might have to dye it back to pink then. Don’t want you to get distracted from your studies this year.”

Every few weeks, Kyrie dyed streaks of her brunette hair a different color. For majority of the summer, it was a pastel pink. And Danny knew this because he spent the summer pining over Kyrie Lestrange like she was the last woman on Earth. And Kyrie let him, finding no harm in a little summer fling, even if it was with one of her closest friends. But now that the school year had begun, Kyrie had no intentions of continuing said fling. And she made that very clear to him last month. However, it was clearly going to be harder than she thought for Danny.

“With you in the room, I’ll always be distracted.”

Ell pretended to gag. “Oh please, get a room you two.”

“Happily. Maybe we’ll use yours,” Danny smirked back at her.

“I’m about to lose my appetite and I’ve been looking forward to this food for three months.”

The Great Hall silenced as Professor Dumbledore stood up from his spot at the front table with the other professors of the school. Kyrie eyed each and every one of them, pausing on the face of a man she didn’t recognize.

The Headmaster took his place at the podium. “Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I have a few things to say, before we become befuddled by our excellent feast. I myself am particularly looking forward to the flaming kiwi cups, which, while somewhat treacherous for those of us with facial hair...” He chuckled at his own joke. “Mm. Yes. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who has kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Good luck to you, Professor.” The students applauded the new professor. At least he looked a little more…humble than last year’s DADA professor. He waved politely at the students. His sandy hair, matching the color of his facial hair surrounding his mouth, fell lazily on his forehead. He looked to be in his forties. He was dressed in a casual suit that would give the illusion that he had his life put together, but Kyrie could tell there was something…off…about him. “As some of you may know, Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs. Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be filled by none other than our own Rubeus Hagrid!” Hagrid awkwardly stood up, his big body shaking the table in front of him. To this, Kyrie happily applauded the Giant. Unlike most students in her house, Kyrie really liked Hagrid.

When Hagrid sat down, the atmosphere changed in the Great Hall. Dumbledore didn’t look as pleased as what he was about to say next was of grave importance. “Finally, on a more disquieting note, Hogwarts - at the request of the Ministry of Magic - will, until further notice, play host to the Dementors of Azkaban.” A few murmurs vibrated around her, but what caught her eye was Draco and his two idiot friends Crabbe and Goyle teasing Harry by pretending to faint. “The Dementors will be stationed at the entrances to the grounds. While they are under strict orders not to enter the castle itself, you will on occasion see them as you go about your daily activities. Under no circumstances are you to approach them. It is not in the nature of a Dementor to be forgiving.”

After dinner, with a belly full of roast chicken, pumpkin juice, and cauldron cakes, Kyrie unpacked her luggage quietly while listening to her friends discuss their summers.

Selina spent a lot of her time in the Ministry, shadowing her father and getting a head start in making sure her name was well known amongst her father’s peers, so that when it comes time to apply in three years, she’ll be an easy hire.

Kyrie always admired her friend’s dedication to her education, but sometimes that dedication distracted her from what was also important at Hogwarts – fun. She, Ophelia, and Ell always had to convince her to come to parties hosted in the Slytherin Common Room, talk to the girls she had admitted to holding small crushes on, and close the books early to gossip late into the night.

Ophelia spent most of her summer visiting her cousin in Berlin, spending most of her money at the local shops over there. She had a bit of a spending problem, that one.

And Cedrella went into intricate detail of her night with a muggle she met at her family’s vacation house in Sussex.

Kyrie covered her copy of the Daily Prophet under her school sweaters in the bottom drawer of her dresser. She didn’t want to talk about Sirius with anyone. Not even her best friends, and she hoped they wouldn’t bring him up either.

Her friend’s teasing voice cooed her name behind her.

“What about you, Kyrie? Have anything you’d like to share about your summer?” Ophelia smirked knowingly. She braided her golden locks back behind her head. Not a single blemish dotted her face after she removed her makeup and was freshly moisturized. Her fingers were always dazzled with rings that fascinated Kyrie. Last year, Ophelia gifted a thick gold and green ring to Kyrie for her birthday. She wore it every day on her right middle finger.

“Yeah, anything about how your green hair matches your green eyes,” Selina giggled.

Selina’s shoulder length brown hair fell over her face as she leaned over the pillow set on her lap. Her brown skin glowed under the overhead light. Her teeth were beautifully straight and her jaw line exceptionally sharp. Kyrie always wondered why Selina chose to be single. She knew a couple of girls at Hogwarts who were secretly harboring crushes for her friend.

Kyrie rolled her eyes. “I think you can infer what my summer was like.”

It was no secret that Danny always fancied Kyrie since their first year at Hogwarts. He always took the open seat next to her in the Great Hall, offered to be her partner in Charms and Potions when they shared the class, and was always glued to her side at social events.

Kyrie tried convincing herself that she felt the same way towards Danny. He was the perfect match in the long run. With their highly respected families, blood purity, and money, every wizard expected them to be married following graduation.

“Oh come on. Give us details!” Ophelia pushed.

“Not everyone’s an open book like our dear Ell,” Kyrie said sarcastically.

“Did you at least shag? Or did you torture him with just a kiss?” Selina asked.

Kyrie rolled her eyes again and turned her back to her friends to hide her blushing cheeks as she climbed into bed.

“Oh, she definitely had sex!” Ophelia said.

“Well, tell us about it!” Selina exclaimed.

Kyrie glanced at her best friend but she couldn’t read her expression. Ell got uncharacteristically quiet, looking both intrigued and annoyed at the same time.

Suddenly, Kyrie felt a little guilty that she didn’t tell her best friend first. They told each other everything first before sharing with Ophelia and Selina. But this wasn’t something she wanted to share through a letter.

Kyrie shrugged. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?” Ophelia asked.

Cedrella raised a brow.

“I don’t know…it was…well the first couple of times were awkward –“

“You did it more than once?” Selina asked.

“Do you want to hear the story or not?” Kyrie said.

Selina raised her hands in surrender and silently urged her to go on.

Kyrie was honest with them. She told them that the first couple of times with Danny were a little awkward. With niether of them having done it before, they were feeling a bit shy. But towards the end of the summer, they found their groove and it got better. Kyrie couldn’t deny that there was a physical attraction between her and Danny. But that’s as far as a connection she felt. There were no sparks, no tingles, no butterflies or whatever the fairy tales tell you. There was just…sweat, pants, and a short high.

Ophelia groaned. “I’m so jealous.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your perfect guy is out there,” Kyrie said with a wave of her hand. “Isn’t that what they say anyway? You’ll find someone when you’re least expecting it or whatever that dumb shit is.”

“Yeah, that makes me feel better,” Ophelia rolled her eyes.

“So, what are you going to do this year? String him along again, letting him drool at your feet?” Ell said, straightening out the comforter on her bed. Kyrie froze and tilted her head at the harshness of her words. “He’s clearly in love with you.”

Kyrie answered. “I was honest with him at the end of summer. I said whatever we were doing ends the second we get on the train to come back to Hogwarts. He’s one of my best friends and I don’t want to lose that over some hookup.”

“It wasn’t just a hook up to him, though.”

“Well, it was to me and I made that very clear to him the moment he kissed me for the first time. He knows where I stand and that’s that.” Kyrie said forcefully, growing more and more irritated by Ell’s attitude. “What’s with the third degree, Ell?”

“Nothing,” She shrugged, acting nonchalant. “Just want to make sure you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” She turned to slide into her own bed.

Kyrie glanced at her other two friends from across the room, but both of them shrugged and awkwardly shuffled under their own covers.

“Whatever,” Kyrie said, changing the subject. “What do your schedules look like for tomorrow?”

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marinthecottage · 1 year

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“A Happy Thought” by @themagicalmolly

“I can have happy thoughts, Granger”

“Oh yeah?” This time she was the one to scoff

But when she opened her mouth to continue insulting him his hand reached up, tangled in her hair and ….

The fanfic will be available tomorrow on Ao3 !

As always a pleasure to keep drawing more dramione

This indeed has taken over my life 💜

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cauliflowertree · 2 years

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hermione granger—i wanna kiss your lips.

summary: hermione’s heartbreak planted the roots for your love story.

word count: 0.5k

fanfiction no. 003

hermione had always been your best friend, despite her overactive dedication to her studies, it hadn’t deterred you from her friendship. everything about her invited you in, from her bouncy curls and her radiant smile to her quiet disposition and eagerness to depart knowledge.

it had shattered your happiness to see her so enraptured with ron weasley, but it had ached further the day she came running from the gryffindor party and into your arms for the comfort she so craved after an arrow to the heart. you’d grown to dislike ron over the past few months, making him the villain in yours and hermione’s story.

she deserved better, you had told her, and she believed you. you hadn’t expected a love to blossom from such turmoil, but it had. in that moment something between you and hermione had shifted, and she no longer saw the friendship between you as strictly platonic.

now you roamed muggle london streets, summer slowly turning into autumn, the leaves not quite ready to abandon their hosts but on the brink of descent. the damp cobbled streets you walked along had tourists particularly delighted, but you and hermione only smiled in good humour as they walked off to stand in awe of some building they thought was surely ‘at least a thousand years old’.

hermione hesitated turning the corner. “do you mind if we go in there? it looks lovely,” she asked, nodding across the street.

you looked over through the window and saw behind the glass long lines of pastries, breads and sweet treats beckoning the two of you inside. you could never deny hermione a single thing, not one, and as her gloved hand tugged you inside, you smiled gently.

she inhaled the fresh aroma of the little bakery and skimmed over the various options she had to choose from. her hair fell past her shoulders but you could still see the growing smile stretching across her lips. her eyes lingered particularly long on the bread section, and soon enough, she was ready to order.

“hi, can i get one of those baguettes and a cinnamon roll please?” she asked the shopkeeper quietly, standing on her tiptoes and shyly pointing to the cinnamon roles with the icing on top. “do you want anything?” she turned to you.

“no, thank you. what’s the baguette for?” you asked her curiously.

“i thought i could make us a nice lunch,” she explained.

of course. she was always thinking ahead, always thinking of something she could do for the two of you, something she could do for you.

after the shopkeeper wrapped her items, she directed her to the end of the counter where the till was located. while hermione fished around for some muggle coins in her purse, you handed the woman a muggle note which covered the expense fully and placed your hand on hermione’s arm.

“no need, darling.”

“but you always pay,” she protested.

“that’s how i like it,” you winked, taking the baked goods and leading her out of the shop.

“well,” she sighed, “thank you,” she relented, taking her cinnamon roll, waiting until she had exited the bakery to take her first bite.

“good?”

“amazing,” she replied, “just like you. and just like the lunch i’m going to make you later,” she laughed.

“i believe it,” you agreed, pecking her lips gently.

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