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tippilo · 1 month
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Underrated Fanfic Friday!
Antinomian by @starsoforionwrites is so good! And such a rollercoaster! Seriously, AMAZING! This Draco is psychotically obsessed ("who did this to you") and Hermione doesn't know what's come over him. I LOVE IT!
The book starts to shift in tone as they enter the war and Draco struggles to grapple with his obsession, keep her safe, and stay alive.
I feel like this fic is severely underrated in my opinion ❤❤❤
Read it on AO3 HERE
XOXO - Tipp
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kind-hufflepuff · 5 months
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HERMIONE GRANGER
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hustlingrube · 1 year
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Bellatrix: Anything you say in the next 30 seconds is free, starting now.
Hermione: I think you’re cocky, arrogant, bossy and pushy. You have a god complex. You never think about anybody but your damn self.
Bellatrix: But I…
Hermione: But I still have 22 more seconds. I’m not done.
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thymbyll · 3 months
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Hermione Jean Greynger (phonetically)
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[ Fawkes - Phoenix ]
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morsmordream · 1 year
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fight club (kinda), but it’s hogwarts
severus snape saw himself as a realist, honestly. the other hogwarts staff members saw him as way too pessimistic, but, frankly, he believed they were just too optimistic.
severus was shocked at how intently the rest of the professors truly believed that the declining animosity amongst the student body was a secret, unanimous agreement of inter-house unity.
severus, of course, knew otherwise. being, shockingly, the youngest member of staff had its perks, you see.
the room of requirement wasn’t the well-kept secret that the other staff members believed- knowing of its existence but not it’s location. the room was used widely by students in severus’ time in hogwarts, primarily as a duelling room- where students settled their quarrels with an audience, away from the watchful eyes of their professors or even just practiced duelling for fun.
having, naturally, been challenged to countless duels during his time in hogwarts, severus recognised the decline in aggression between the houses for what it really was- this well-kept secret has been passed down from parents to students again once more.
severus knew that these duels should be running along proper duelling etiquette, but he also knew that any curse bar the killing curse was free game. if someone could heal it, or cast the counter-curse, you could use it. if not, you couldn’t. simple as that. most students have the common decency not to use the remaining unforgivable curses- but the key word was most.
severus could tell the rest of the staff, but where was the fun in that? all students present at a duel, not just the duellers, likely will have taken a vow of silence so it couldn’t be revealed to staff. multiple students with a solid grasp of healing would be present at each duel. different nights held different year groups. it was surprisingly well-organised.
most importantly, though, it severely lessened the amount of detentions severus had to give out.
maybe it truly was a good thing, severus mused, as he rounded a corner in the dungeons on his way to his next class. double potions with the slytherin and gryffindor fifth years.
there had miraculously been a slight improvement in inter-house relations between the two usually feuding houses. it seemed that this duelling had sparked a grudging respect and severus had noticed a steady decline in the amount of his students in the hospital wing for gryffindor-related incidents.
severus had also noticed an obvious distance between potter (potter-black, he amended in his head) and granger and weasley since that demented sorting hat had demanded his resorting at the beginning of the year. the combination of potter-black’s change of legal name, his sorting into slytherin, his certain involvement in illicit duelling (which granger was very against- her loud protests outside his classroom was half the reason severus worked it out) and his close friendship with nott and zabini (and shocking civility with malfoy) had certainly spelled the end of the golden trio.
severus heard the chattering outside his classroom abruptly stop, and he swiftly disillusioned himself despite not being in sight yet.
“heir theodore nott. i, hermione jean granger, challenge you to a wizard’s duel at 8pm tonight on the grounds of the horrific injustice you and your housemates are doing by corrupting one hadrian potter-black to your dark magic ways. i nominate ronald weasley as my second.”
oh merlin, severus thought. out of all the students granger could pick a duel with, she goes for the death eater’s son who reads dark arts books like they’re bedtime stories.
“and what’s in it for the winner?” came nott’s voice.
“if i win, you stay away from harry. if you win, i- i’ll leave harry alone,” granger said.
“granger,” severus recognised potter-black’s sharp tone, “renounce it. you can’t duel.”
“what, harry? you think a mudblood like me can’t handle myself against one of your new death eater friends?”
“get your head out of your arse, granger,” zabini chimed in, “that’s not what hadrian’s saying and you know it. you hate the duels because the dark arts aren’t off limits, yet you want to duel someone who can wield dark spells when you have no duelling experience? you’ll get hurt, hadrian’s trying to stop that from happening.”
“sounds like a threat, zabini. you won’t scare me. nott, do you agree?”
there was a pause, and severus was sure he could hear a harshly whispered warning to nott from potter-black. similarly, he could hear weasley pleading with granger not to go through with this. severus imagined the latter was down to his fear of potentially having to duel nott himself.
“i, heir theodore tyr nott, formally accept hermione jean granger’s challenge to a wizarding duel tonight at 8pm on the grounds that she needs to mind her own sodding business. i nominate hadrian potter-black as my second.”
severus felt a rare twang of pity for granger, as he recognised the barely suppressed glee in nott’s voice- clearly, he had been itching for something like this for a while. whatever happened tonight would not be pretty, and, as he cancelled his disillusionment spell and set off towards his classroom, severus decided he would brew some quick speciality healing potions to send up to poppy in the hospital wing as a little gift.
for the first time in all his years of teaching, severus almost wished someone would create a disaster in this classroom. that way he could throw out as many detentions as remotely possible, and hopefully prevent this disastrous duel.
he was almost tempted to ruin granger and nott’s potions himself as an excuse to punish them, despite the fact granger was competent in potions and nott was top of the class, but he soon scrapped that idea upon remembering exactly what kind of father nott senior was. young theodore, as terrifying and powerful as he may be, would not survive a summer with his father if he failed even one potions class.
severus sighed to himself as he stalked around the classroom towards its end, pretending not to hear the furious whispers or see the rapid hand gestures that potter-black was directing to nott beside him or nott’s hands held up in innocence as he swore he wouldn’t try to kill granger. severus also really ignored the quick kiss nott pressed to potter-black’s cheek when he was focusing on the gryffindor side of the classroom, and he also ignored the way potter-black stopped his protests and settled for merely glaring at the boy beside him.
he did, however, deduct fifteen points from gryffindor after weasley’s hands shook hard enough for him to mess up his potion to the point of the cauldron melting through the table.
severus sighed to himself, as the last of the class left the room. he wouldn’t say he had ever been particularly impressed with potter-black in potions, but he did have to admit- he had never seen a functional draught of peace brewed with quite so much aggression.
he shook his head as he readied himself for his next class, telling himself that whatever happened in that duel tonight was not his business to stop. he was, however, quite eager to see just how it would turn out.
oh, to be a fly on the wall of the room of requirement.
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elliebyrrdwrites · 19 days
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The Heist pt. 3 "Draco's Study"
For those who have been enjoying my blurbs on the Draco/Theo/Granger pieces I've been drabbling about with. Here is part three. I've somehow managed to get this and two classes worth of assignments done today plus my daughters parent/teacher conference.
So, thank you for your encouragement and inspiration.
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Draco stared down at the announcement placed in the Daily Prophet.
B. Nolan Flamel throws Gala of the year! An event meant to raise money for more affordable education and leave guests talking about it for years to come!
“Why does he leave the B?” Theo mused as he and Granger crowded around Draco’s desk. “If he hates his name so much, why doesn’t he just go by Nolan?”
Theo turned away and walked over to the book case that took up the entirety of the west wall of Draco’s study.
“He probably think it makes him seem more refined.” Granger snorted but kept staring at the paper, her eyes scanning the articles surrounding the ad. “Oh, look!” Draco lifted his eyes to catch her own light up. “Flourish and Blotts is having a summer sale.”
“Try to focus, love.” Theo drawled and snatched a random book from Draco’s shelf. “Here,” He sent it sailing toward her with the flick of his wrist. Granger reached out a hand and caught it, effortlessly. “Something to satiate your appetite for now.”
Draco laughed and pointed to the announcement. “This is how we’ll get in to case the house.”
Hermione opened the book, her eyes running over the pages. “It’s invite only.” She said and then grimaced at the contents. Draco grinned as he took in the title embossed into the spine. How to Master the Magic of the Bedroom. A book, he knew, to have a lot of illustrations.
“It was a gift.” He settled into his office chair as her scrutinizing eyes glanced up at him.
She snapped the book shut, but didn’t return it to the shelf. “I have an invite, but how will everyone else get one?”
“You have an invite?” Theo whirled on her.
She sniffed. “Of course. We did end things amicably, after all.”
“You’re friends with a man you dated, who has been known to traffic humans and whom you are currently in the process of taking down.” Theo threw himself onto a sofa. “Seems healthy.”
“Would we have an invite if I didn’t?” Granger’s voice oozed a sickly sweetness that belied the narrowed gaze she settled onto Theo.
“Well woo for you. But, how are the rest of us supposed to get in?”
“What rest of us? You two have yet to help me assemble a team.” She opened the book back and and began to flip through the pages. There was a new determination in the way she browsed the book that kept Draco’s grin in place.
“First of all,” Draco interrupted. “I can duplicate them.”
Granger looked up from her book, her cheeks slightly flushed. “You can? These invites are really quite difficult to replicate.”
Draco shrugged. “Tea?” He asked before flicking his wand, summoning a platter of tea cups, a tea pot and raspberry scones. “Regardless, I think I can only successfully duplicate three before the charm starts to weaken. We’ll need more.”
“We also need a distraction. Someone or something to distract Flamel from the rest of us casing the place.” Theo added as he walked around the room. His friend, Draco had noted, was pacing, which meant that he was nervous. Or otherwise, mentally preoccupied.
Draco nodded as he poured them each a cup of tea. “A celebrity amongst the crowd. Milk?” He asked Granger, having no idea how she took her tea. He took his sweet and creamy, while Theo took his bitter and overly steeped.
“Yes, but no sugar.” She slid onto the edge of his desk and continued to peruse the book in her hands. “Do you know of any celebrities that would be willing to attend?”
He took a sip of his tea and lifted his brows at her. “No, but you do.”
She shut the book and Draco smiled as she slipped it into her charmed purse. It sunk into the bag with ease, disappearing into an abyss. “You mean Harry?” Granger picked up her cup of tea and blew on it.
“The chosen one himself.”
While Draco had expected her to scoff and suggest anyone else, he was pleasantly surprised when she looked at him, thoughtfully.
Her warm brown eyes penetrated into his skin, though he knew she had sunk into herself. He learned, over the past two days, what Theo had meant when he had called Granger ‘interesting.’
She rambled, endlessly, whenever her brain simply could not hold all of her thoughts inside of her head. She would spew them into the atmosphere and down the, all before falling calm and quiet once more. And in that quiet, she would dive deep into her inner dialogue. Her replies would become short, but her stare never turned vacant.
As if she were indeed there, while also somewhere else.
“Some form of astral projection,” Theo had called it yesterday while musing over the behavior or Hermione Granger.
Draco had called her a bit mad but Theo had only shrugged and pointed out that really, weren’t they all a bit mad?
He had to agree, as he stared and stared at the witch he had once incessantly insulted. The witch who now believed in her morals so heavily that she had deemed that illegally screwing them over was well worth it. With him and Theo Nott, no less. Two rich, high class wizards who didn’t need the pretty things they stole. Yet, they did it and they enjoyed it. Sure, their pockets grew a bit fatter, but that wasn’t why they became thief’s. It wasn’t the reason for their rebellion against society.
“Do you think he’ll actually do it? He doesn’t have to know about the job, obviously.”
“No,” she said the word slowly. Pulling it out like honey as a flutter of a smile pressed into her lips. She set her cup down. “No, it’s brilliant, actually.” And she leapt from the desk.
“Potter?” Theo leaned onto his elbows and looked over the couch at the two of them. “Really? I mean, I get that he’s really into catching bad wizards and all that but this sort of work falls right into the morally grey area that Potter seems so against.”
Draco continued to sip on his tea as he watched the exchange. Still thoroughly amused by it all.
“Actually, Harry is passionately opposed to the dark side of magic. The in between is pretty much where I, his best friend, has lived for the majority of her life.”
Theo pushed his lower lip out. “I thought I was your best friend.”
But Granger frowned with a little shake of her head. “I don’t know how to answer that right now.”
“I wish you would.” Draco said just before biting into a raspberry scone.
She only glanced at him. “What time is it?” She checked her muggle watch. It was 10:30 in the morning. “I’ll need use your Floo.” She said to Draco before heading for the door of his study.
“Fine, I’ll accept Potter. But I draw the line at Weasley!” Theo called after her as she swept from the room.
Draco lifted his tea and said around his bite, “Here, here.”
Theo fell back onto the couch with a heavy sigh but lifted his wand into the air. The cup of tea Draco had poured for him drifted over and landed, gracefully into his waiting hand.
Draco bit, again, into his scone and watched his friend rest his cup onto his chest.
“I can feel your eyes on me, Draco.” He said as he gazed up at the ceiling. “You think we’re missing something.” He pauses and Draco merely swallows his bite and settles his eyes back onto the paper. “You think we need a demo guy.” He sighed, exasperatedly, as if Draco had replied. “I can see how it would come in handy, obviously. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that we also need an Inside Man.”
Draco leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his tea.
“Fine.” He exhaled, sat up and chugged his tea. “I’ll go find our Demo guy.” He shot a speculative look at Draco. “But you had better go and get our Inside Guy.”
Draco frowned at his friend as he turned to leave. “Wouldn’t Potter be our Inside Guy?”
Theo froze and glanced over his shoulder. “He can be both the distraction and the Inside guy, I suppose. Let’s wait until Granger returns and see what he says.”
“Theo,”
Theo groaned and spun to face Draco. “What?”
“There’s a nonzero chance this will work.”
The look of annoyance vanished and Theo’s face morphed into one of jubilant determination. “It has to. I’m going all in.”
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Dumbledore: it will be fine, I have an idea!
Harry:
Ron:
Hermione:
The rest of the order:
Dumbledore: why is everyone looking at me?
Harry: you just said you had an idea then you stopped talking!
Dumbledore: oh my goodness I am very intoxicated 💕😜
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draqo-pctter · 11 months
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the perfect storm // a dramione one shot
Draco wasn’t a fool. Nor was he the type of man to pass up a chance at doing anything with Hermione Granger. If the war had taught him anything, it was that life is short. And it’s better to take a chance at something and fail than choose to do nothing and lose everything in the process.
So, why did he feel so uneasy? Perhaps it was the way Granger’s eyes were wild with a fire he’d never seen in them before. It wasn’t her usual amber-hued smolder; she was looking at him like the light in her eyes would be enough to set the entire castle ablaze. It may have been the way that she sat down beside him in the Hogwarts courtyard, half-drunk and reaching for one of his cigarettes.
words: 7,150
tags: eighth year, dom/sub undertones, explicit sexual content, bamf hermione granger, porn with plot, morally grey hermione granger, here for the ride draco malfoy, cigarettes
click here to read on ao3
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cyprus-green · 2 years
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Rated E: Smut, Violence, Mental Health
Relationships: Draco x Hermione, Neville x Luna, Harry x Ginny, Narcissa x Lucius
Tags: #Thriller #Mystery #Draco-centric #Enemies-to-lovers #Morally Grey Draco #Morally Grey Hermione #eventual smut #battle magic #Post-Azkaban Draco #light Ron-bashing #everyone has trauma #darkish fic #BAMF Draco #BAMF Hermione #minor character death (s)
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Memento Mori-- Summary
During the Second Battle of Hogwarts, a violent and mysterious curse devastates both sides of the war. Voldermort is finally defeated, and the now zealous Order of the Phoenix stands victorious.
In a moment of rage and insubordination the Order kills nearly all the remaining Death Eaters left in the castle.
Nearly all.
Because Draco Malfoy? He's found barely alive in the rubble of Hogwarts. His hasty Wizengot trial quickly becomes an international spectacle.
Sentenced to Azkaban for 25 years, Draco is given an opportunity for a new life by a most unlikely source:
The girl he tormented as a child. The woman he's been harbouring feelings for, for years now. The Golden Girl, herself. Death Eaters' Bane. A perfect vision of The Angel of Death.
Hermione Jean Granger.
Get out of Azkaban in exchange for hunting down the most deadly Death Eaters, who ever lived? Help Hermione Granger avenge her parent's murder? Get a second chance at life?
If only it were that simple...
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Cover Art by incomparable @mariyand-r
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dramioneasks · 2 months
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Hi ! Long time Fan! I was hoping you guys can help me find a fic I can only remember parts of. I’m pretty sure it’s post war , and dark / grey Hermione. She fakes her death( I think ) and hides for years with Krum learning dark magic. She then breaks Draco out of Azkaban (via boat I believe). She and him round up death eaters to join her new group. I believe she’s determined to overthrow the ministry and enact real change?
Anyone?
Edit: Thank you!
dodo595: Then We Found Us by CindyBV https://archiveofourown.org/works/22267093
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thewritersrambles · 1 year
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If It Were Me, Hermione Granger Moodboard
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seinsiao3 · 12 days
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Drarry - Gamer / Streamer Au
Title: Press 'F' To Pay Respect by: Boredom (Seinsi)
Tags: Gamer / Streamer Au, Modern Au, Non-magic Au, Enemies-to-Friends-Lovers, In-Game Married
Relationships: Harry Potter / Draco Malfoy
Synopsis:
AU where Hogwarts is an MMORPG. Draco Malfoy, a popular streamer and player known as 'SlyPrince,' gets accused of cheating during a game event (Triwizard Tournament) because of his affiliation with the Slytherin guild. He faces off against a top-ranked player and a faceless streamer known as 'TheChosenOne,' and when the game glitches (similar to what happened in second year <Parseltongue> lol), Draco's reputation takes a hit from cancel culture. As a result, he's barred from participating in the next major event, the <Wizarding War>, affecting both his and his guild's rankings.
Draco discovers an old account he abandoned years ago, 'Serpent,' and upon logging in, notices unfamiliar skills not part of his original class build. Suddenly, 'TheChosenOne' starts harassing him, revealing that their game characters are married to each other. Now Draco can't shake off 'TheChosenOne's' attention.
Kinda confusing but do check out the full fic idea on the link! 🤣🎮
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thymbyll · 3 months
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She Really Can Do Magic.... The Craft AU
sabrina spellman, hermione granger, wanda maximoff, jean grey
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lumosatnight · 11 months
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Knowledge
@microficmay day 27 ‘tangible’. Hermione/Grey Lady, 50 words. Also on AO3. CW: sexual content
Hermione had always been attracted to knowledge.
Books, brains, beauty.
Helena’s breath ghosted over her, chilly in the midnight library.
“Shall I continue?” The book was propped open on the table, positioned between Hermione’s spread legs.
“Y-Yes.”
Helena read, Latin spilling from her tongue, a tangible fluidness teasing Hermione’s centre.
🫶
@herochicklyrrie007 Hermione def has a knowledge kink and no one can convince me otherwise. And who is more knowledgeable than the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw? Hehe.
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"Wolfstar is the best ship ever"
Get out 😃
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crying-cinderella · 7 months
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S- 'What's the matter now, witch? Why are you crying?' H- 'This sounds so selfish but the writer's strike is finally over...' S- 'You're crying because it is over?' H- 'No... I'm crying because it's still going to be months before they get Season20 written and ready to film!' Poor Hermione. Dying over here without her Grey's Anatomy.
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