#post hogwarts and post war

[dramioneasks]

Hey!! Really grateful for all the work y'all do around here. Lifesavers, honestly.

I'm looking for fics with the 'Voldemort died but the death eaters lived on' premise. I've already read The Pretense by Colubrina, and the theme of Draco helping Hermione act as a spy and what not, it was all just so interesting. So yeah, fics similar to The Pretense or maybe just the 'Voldemort died but the death eaters rule didn't end' kinda fic?

Thank you sooo much!

Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes - T, 43 chapters - Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione’s quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

The Best of Me - mrsren - M, 27 chapters - Officially, Hermione Granger was killed in action during the Battle of Hogwarts. Unofficially, Draco Malfoy has never stopped searching for her. Years after the war during a mission in France, his salvation comes in the form of a little blond boy and a familiar half-Kneazle.

The Art of Ascension by GinnyFics21 - E, WIP - Ten years after the fall of Voldemort, Auror Draco and Detective Hermione are partnered together on the Ministry’s high profile case hinting at a Death Eater resurgence. Can they put the pieces together to stop it as the plot unfolds and secrets unravel between them? “I know what you did, Malfoy; what you sacrificed,” Hermione said quietly. “There is good in you somewhere if you’ll let yourself see it.”His eyes were dark, unreadable and calculating as he stared back at her, “I may be on the side of the angels, Granger, but don’t think—for one second—that I am one of them.” ****A fic written around this particular quote from Sherlock.

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon - M, 81 chapters, Words: 271,830 - The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an “Eighth Year”, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. She will do as she pleases, and anyone who doesn’t like it will see the business end of her wand. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family’s name. Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE!

How To Love A Slytherin by SlytherinsGreenPrincess - M, 11 chapters - When the ancient Marriage Law is reenacted, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy agree to marry. But while dodging her abusive ex-boyfriend, Ron Weasley, and a new group of rogue death eaters, will they survive?

The End’s Intent - shewritesall - T, 33 chapters - Hermione Granger did not know just what she was getting into when she made friends with a pointy faced, blond boy during her first year. Draco Malfoy did not know how utterly in love he’d become with the bushy haired muggle born girl. Both of them thought they knew what they could expect when they returned to Hogwarts for their final year, but after a freak encounter with some werewolves and an unfortunate incident with wannabe Death Eaters, things turn out much, much different than either of them could have ever imagined.

Shifted - hiccupfound - E, 26 chapters - Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort has gone deep into hiding behind the protection of the remaining Death Eaters. The few surviving Order Members are given one Death Eater to assassinate to draw Voldemort out for the Final Battle. Ginny is given Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry takes Antonin Dolohov. Hermione has Draco Malfoy.

-Lisa

#anonymous #death eaters #post hogwarts and post war

[basiatlu]

“Harry and Draco Confrontation in a Hallway” #384 - just a wip for now. Trying to take drawing a little slower post-drawtober to prevent burn out but still want to draw a little every day.

#drarry #8th year #post war lob Draco #fic fanart #harry potter fanart #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #illustration #harry potter #doodle #digital art #draco malfoy #harry x draco #hpdm #hogwarts #boshdraws #art wip

[drvconian]

How You Get the Girl ...

“I just don’t know what I did.” Ron complains, leaning into the back of the couch in the Common Room, his eyes closed and his eyebrows pinched. It’s late, almost everyone else has gone to bed, which is why he speaks quietly to you: it makes you feel like you’re sharing a secret, which you technically are, but everything feels more special when it’s just Ron and you.

You like Hermione and Harry just fine, but when you all got together as a group, it always felt that he preferred them more, especially Hermione. You could understand why: she was smart and pretty, both things you envied about her. Your jealousy wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t seem like you caught Ron staring at her all the bloody time.

You shake your head, smiling softly over at him. “Girls are fragile, Ron. You can’t be as brutish as you are with your brothers or Harry.” You laugh quietly, “what kind of girl would take that as a compliment anyway?”

“I dunno.” He replies, rolling his eyes. “I would, though.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Well, you gotta help me then.”

You widen your eyes at him, clearly taken aback at his request. “You want me to help you get with Hermione?”

Ron moves in closer, nodding his head slightly. “You have to. You’re one of my closest friends, I dunno who else to go to with this.”

Your heart beats hard in your chest, you have no idea how to feel. The sentiment is nice, that he trusts you enough to ask for your advice on how to impress the girl he fancies. On the other hand, it hurts to know that he even fancies another girl (even though you knew) and that he expects you to help him. You want to say no and try to convince him that Hermione and him would never work out, so you surprise yourself when… “okay, Ron. I’ll help you.”

...

A knock on your door drags you out of your reverie. You close the book in your lap and place it on the table beside you, and unfold your legs. They’re stiff from how long you’ve been sitting on your couch, and you wince slightly. You stand up and make your way over to the door, opening it slightly to peek at whoever it could be.

“Ron?”

He’s standing in your doorway, hunched over in his jacket. He’s soaking wet, his hair dripping onto his face and his jacket a shade darker than it’s supposed to be. He looks miserable standing there, but his face brightens when he sees you. “You answered.”

You nod before opening the door wider, “are you insane? Come inside before you catch a cold.”

He steps inside, brushing against you, and stands barely in the doorway. The water on his clothes drips down onto your floor, and you quickly close the door behind the two of you. You open up a closet close to the door and pull down a towel, handing it over to him so he can dry off. You watch him, the air between the two of you thickening.

“It’s been a long six months.” He begins, peeking out at you from beneath the towel that he’s drying his hair off with. You watch him, worrying your bottom lip. You don’t know what to say, you hadn’t seen him since your final, chaotic days at Hogwarts – even then, you hadn’t seen him for a long time before then. He hadn’t contacted you at all. He takes a deep breath. “I was too afraid to tell you what I wanted. I’ve always been too scared of that.”

...

“Tell her something cheesy like… I want you for worse or for better. It’ll help defuse the tension since she’s upset with you. It’s sort of cute, and it’ll help lead into you telling her you like her.”

He nods in a more attentive way than he ever had in class. Your stomach twists – you could sabotage this whole thing, yet you weren’t. Hermione was your friend just as much as Ron was your best friend. You weren’t cruel. You just happened to like Ron more than she probably did.

“And then maybe you can add in something like: I would wait forever. To show your dedication.”

“Dedication? I’m not looking to marry her!”

You roll your eyes. “That’s not what I meant! You’re just buttering her up, but you don’t have to say that if you don’t want to-”

“I’d only say that if I meant it.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again. How romantic. You feel a pang in your heart at that thought… at least he wanted to confess to Hermione.

“Okay, well, you hurt her, right? Admit that you did, and say that you want to fix it.”

...

“We were best friends, Ron. You could’ve told me anything, hell, you almost bloody did!” You cross your arms, conflicted on whether to laugh or be annoyed with him. “You told me way too much sometimes.”

He doesn’t smile or laugh the way he might’ve at the suggestive joke when he was younger. Something seems to settle within him, and he pulls the towel off of his head. He takes a slight step forward, and you feel the tension settle between the two of you. You rarely saw Ron this serious, though it seems to be a more permanent emotion during and after the war.

“I broke your heart.”

Everything around you stills. Your own heart stills. That was one truth you had kept to yourself throughout all those years, throughout all of his relationships. So many little fragments over the years had gathered until, just about half a year ago, it had finally shattered and he had walked away from you. Your chest feels tight as you wonder who could have told him.

“I want to put it back together.” He swallows, his words trembling just the slightest bit. “I know now that I will wait forever.”

...

You're sitting in the Great Hall as Ron eats lunch while you work on your homework. You’re focused on a particular list of ingredients for a potion when Ron speaks. “That stuff you told me worked, by the way. Thanks.”

“Oh. With Hermione? Good.” You force yourself to sound happy, even looking up to smile at Ron across the table.

“She forgave me, sort of. I don’t think she understood what I was really trying to say.”

You sigh, rolling up your parchment and setting it aside. You’d get back to it later. “You’re back to being just friends?”

He nods, “I couldn’t just outright tell her! She’d probably think I was joking or something.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You lean across the table so you can lower your voice. “You could bring up the ways you’ve subtly flirted with her. There’s that picture we took where you’re staring at her. You wouldn’t let her see it, remember? You could show it to her.” You settle back into your seat, reaching to unroll your parchment again.

“How do I explain why I didn’t just show her then?”

You pull your quill out of your ink, already returning to writing down another ingredient. “Tell her you lost your mind.”

...

You remember sitting on the Common Room couch, when one of those fragments joined the many others. When Ron first started fully showing interest in Hermione and you knew you had no chance with him. No, Ronald Weasley wouldn’t show up at your door and suddenly confess to you, when he and Hermione had finally found their happy ending sometime during the battle at Hogwarts. He couldn’t be saying that.

“Ron… what are you saying? Is everything okay?” You want to feel his forehead, to see if his cold has already set in and he didn’t realize what he was saying. Your heart is hammering inside of your chest.

“Don’t you remember how it used to be? We were always alone.” His voice becomes steadier as he talks and he grows closer to you, his eyes brightening. “We spent so many nights together, talking on the Common Room couch. It was always just us at lunch. We even went on walks just to talk.”

“That’s because, usually, Hermione and Harry were busy. We didn’t have a choice-”

“I did. I didn’t know it then, but I always had a choice and I always made it.” He’s standing in front of you, looking down at you with a look you know you’ve never seen before. You had known Ron since first year, and you knew almost every look and what it meant. You didn’t know this one.

“I was such an idiot. I am such an idiot. You’ve been in front of me this whole time, and I didn’t see it.”

...

It’s one of the rare moments where you somehow end up alone with Harry. You’re sitting in the library, waiting for Ron and Hermione to show up so you can start your study session together. You already have your parchment and ink out, along with several books on the table. Harry’s setup mimics yours, and you’re both leaned over the table.

The two of you don’t talk much, you’re both connected by your friendship with Ron. While you’ve become friends with Hermione, you and Harry are still more like strangers.

The sound of footsteps approaching causes you to look up from your books. You knew it was Ron, you didn’t have to be looking to know it was him whenever he was near. What you didn’t expect was for Hermione to be walking next to him. They sometimes entered together, having run into each other or they had been previously hanging out. The part you didn’t expect was their intertwined hands, and the large grins on their faces. Their rosy cheeks.

It happened.

Harry looks up from across you, and his face immediately splits into a grin. He’s happy for his friends, and you should be too. You mimic his smile, trying to mask the way your heart feels like it’s breaking. Ron looks victorious, like he’s just won the final Quidditch match of the season against Slytherin. All you can feel welling up inside of you is defeat, because this is your fault. You could have just denied him the help, and maybe it’d be you holding his hand and smiling.

Would Harry even be smiling like that if it was you?

...

“I want you.”

Eight years. Ninety-six months. Four thousand, three hundred and eighty days. That’s about the time you had known Ron. You had spent more than half of that wanting him. You had spent the latter half of that knowing it was never going to happen.

Never had you expected that during your ninth year of friendship, he would tell you the thing you had wished for all that time. The thing you had hidden in journals or in daydreams you were ashamed of. You had spent years making up crushes and having Ron try to help you the way you helped with Hermione.

“But you- you and Hermione… I can’t-”

“Hermione and I broke up a while ago. She said she knew from the beginning that we wouldn’t last.” You wince at that, but it doesn’t seem to faze him. He’s smiling down at you. “She said she knew who I would end up with.”

Oh.

“It’s been obvious this whole time, hasn’t it? That it was you?”

Oh.

“I mean, even Harry saw it. After ‘Mione and I split, we all had dinner and he told me that I was a blind idiot for not noticing sooner.” He laughs slightly, “he also made me realize how much I’ve hurt you over the years.”

You don’t know what to say. You’ve wished for this moment practically your whole life, and now that it’s here, you’re lost. In your mind, you would end up with someone your parents’ set you up with and you’d live your version of a mediocre happy ever after. You’d spend the rest of your life with the knowledge that Ron loved someone else and he had and would never love you.

You’re staring up at him. You had stared up at him so many times before, but never like this. Never with him confessing to you. Never with him smiling at you so tenderly and so happily. Never with so much affection.

Softly, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. You reach your hand up and rest it on his wrist. The two of you stay like that for a moment.

Your voice is quiet when you finally speak. “Do you mean it?”

His eyes never leave yours as he nods his head. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms wrap around your waist. You want to weep into him but also scream with joy: you’ve never felt this happy.

You pull away slightly to look at him. “It’s always been you, Ron. For worse or for better. Slug puking or Quidditch winning. It’s you.”

He pulls you close again, his head resting on top of yours. You press your head to his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

It’s beating just as fast as yours.

...

You listen to the birds chirp as you walk down the street. It’s slightly windy, but the heat from the sun keeps whatever chill the wind carries away. There’s the faint smell of flowers coming from the flower vendor just down the street, next to the diner where you’re supposed to be grabbing lunch from.

You’re not very familiar with this part of town. It’s not near your flat, and you had to Apparate to get there.

You pull open the door to the diner, and a bell chimes to alert the people inside of your presence. Muggles. You smile slightly at the gesture, and make your way inside. You look around, before you spot a pair of brown hair and glasses.

Harry spots you first and his face breaks into a smile. At this, Hermione turns around and greets you with a smile too. Harry stands up out of the booth and pulls Ron, who has been holding your hand this whole entire time, into a hug. Hermione stands up and pulls you into a side hug. It’s a little awkward, but maybe you’ll get more comfortable with each other someday.

Everyone is smiling as you slide into the booth beside Hermione. She picks up the menu and hands it to you, “I have to recommend the cheeseburger…”

Word Count: 2270

#harry potter x reader #ronald weasley #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ronald weasley x reader #romance #romantic #x reader #gender neutral reader #reader insert #gn reader #hp fandom #harry potter #hogwarts #hermione granger #ron x hermione #non canon #post war #before and after #hp angst #hp fluff #angst #fluff #good ending #happy ending #harry potter imagine #harry james potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #ron weasley x y/n

[nina-scribbles]

thought i’d fuck around with limited color palates and it turned into a post-war Draco <3

#Draco Malfoy #post-war Draco Malfoy #draco malfoy fanart #harry potter fanart #harry potter #in my mind hes so emo cause hes just sent Scorpius off to Hogwarts and hes feeling lonely </3 #But honestly it's post war Draco - his resting face is a mixture of pissed-off and lonely lol #nina-scribbles #Adult Draco Malfoy #long haired draco ftw #draco malfoy patronus #patronus #slytherin #DMHP #drarry

[carolinelayne]

Can I Hug You?

Summary: Harry and Ginny reunite in the Great Hall after the Battle of Hogwarts. Mini One-Shot.

…

The Great Hall was crowded, but all Harry could see was Ginny standing before him. She looked up to him, her light brown eyes filled with tears.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

He opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn’t. There was too much he wanted to say to her, so much he wanted to express… but no words came out.

She moved towards him gingerly, as if not believing he was truly there. She spoke in a soft whisper.

“Oh Harry... I thought you were dead.”

Every pair of eyes in the Great Hall were on him and he didn’t notice… it was like that moment where they kissed for the first time in the Gryffindor common room, a lifetime ago. The restless hall faded; the entire world went with it. All he could see was her... There was nobody else. There was never anybody else.

He needed her touch, to know that she was real, to know that she wasn’t going to be ripped away from him. He finally found the words he wanted to say.

“Gin… can I hug you?”

Ginny blinked, and gave him the ghost of a small smile.

“You don’t have to ask Harry. I’m always going to say yes.”

He felt a blush creep to his face, but it was comfortable and warm. It reminded him that he was still very much alive.

And so he pulled her into his arms. Harry held onto her so tightly, burying his head into her hair that still smelled so sweet. He never wanted to let her go. This embrace was the safest he could ever remember feeling.

He never wanted this moment to end, never wanted her to be away from him again, and yet he heard himself saying...

“You can always change your mind Gin.”

Ginny pulled away just enough to gaze up at him. Her eyes were filled with tears, and yet her look was burning. They both very well knew what he was talking about.

“It’s a lot,” he started. “I’m a lot. He’s gone, but it’ll always be… I’ll always be–”

Ginny put her hand gently over his mouth, and Harry felt the hairs raise on the back of his neck.

“I’m never changing my mind. Not ever.”

With this, Harry thought inexplicably of the moments before he thought his life was going to end, how his very last thoughts were of kissing the girl in front of him. Harry wanted so many things now that he had the rest of his life to live… and they could all be consolidated down to one person. Ginny.

“Me neither.” And without worrying about the fact that fifty people were watching, Harry kissed her. That's how it always was.

#harry potter #ginny weasley #harry x ginny #ginny potter #hinny #hinnymicrofic #hinny fanfic #hinny fluff #hinny headcanon #post war #harry potter fanfiction #hinny oneshot #deathly hallows #harry potter and the deathly hallows #battle of hogwarts

[solarisburns]

Dorcas knew something was wrong when Evan showed up at her door one night. At the start of the war, right before she graduated all three of her-the boys took the dark mark. She wanted, desperately, for there to be more to the story, but if there was they never told her. So when she found out she was furious told them all she never wanted to speak to them ever again, and the only time they would see her face is from behind bars or in a shallow grave. They respected that and before she knew it, its been over a year and she missed them like she misses a limb. but she does not regret her decision.

So when one night evan shows up alone, dorcas knows something is wrong. she nearly curses him outright when he asks to come in but he offers his wand to her and doesn't even flinch when she rips it out of his hand. idly she considers snapping it. Evan didn't look good, he was more wirey than before the war and he looked depressed. his eyes were red.

he came into her apartment and looked around in curiosity, right he had never seen her apartment they had stopped speaking a week before she moved in. he sat on her couch and she pretended not to be hurt about how right it felt to have him here. then he spoke, "We wanted to tell you, I swear we did but he told us that if you knew and someone found out you would be a target. You and marlene and your family. We tried Dorcas we tried so fucking hard but were losing and we don't know what to do and you, your the most powerful witch we know and Reg-" he rambled frantically and when he tried to say Regulus' name his voice broke and Dorcas was filled with this horrible sense of dread. She knew why Evan was here but she didn't want to believe it. She needed to hear it out loud but merlin she didn't want to.

"Evan, what are you doing here."

"Regulus is dead."

"Oh."

And the worst part is, Dorcas knew, they all knew that Regulus would not make it through this war. One way or another, no matter what side, this always ended with Regulus dead. She feels a stab of resentment for the dead boy.

"Were spies, we um have been for years. Regulus stole something from Voldemort, he uh he died to get it. He told us if he didn't make it back to bring it to you, that you would have the power to destroy it. It's with Pandora at the moment, we try to keep it moving so theres less of a chance it can be tracked, but we wanted to tell you now. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you, I know you never wanted to see me again but Pandora is telling Sirius and Barty the Potters." Evan was crying, and he was desperately trying to hide it. Then Dorcas realized she was crying to. They sat there and cried and cried, it could have been for hours the two of them cried.

She clears her throat and looks at the clock, "Marlene will be home soon, you should leave. And uh tell Pandora she, alone, can bring whatever it is over tomorrow afternoon." Dorcas wants to forgive them but she can't, not yet. And Regulus is dead, it doesn't feel real except for the way it's all too real.

Evan nods, "of course, whatever you need." he holds his hand for his wand and turns towards the door when he gets it, but hesitates. "I know I have no right to ask this, but Cas, can I have a hug?"

She's up before he finishes his sentence and pulling him into a hug "Sure Ev." she whispers into his ear as she rocks them, their the same height now, she used to have an inch on him. he huffs what might be a laugh. and before she knows it their letting go and he's almost out the door.

"See ya around Meadowes?"

"See you around Rosier."

And then he's gone and if she closes her eyes she can pretend that he was never here at all. That somewhere in the world the three boys are out there getting drunk and ruining peoples lives and growing up without her. The boys are spies and lied to her for years and Regulus is dead. She sinks down the closed door and sobs.

(She never does see Evan around, he died two months later)

#if it wasn't obvious the He evan mentions is dumbles #she and pandora do fix their relationship #she and barty are to far gone and by the time they are willing to try marlene is dead all dorcas think about is revenge #part of the reason regulus told them to go to dorcas was in hope they would take of eachother cus he wasn't there to help them anymore #what happens when pandora tells sirius is already posted #barty is telling the potters becuz reg dated them during the school years and barty has always had a strange friendship with james #pandora told sirius because reg asked her to. he never said why. (he wanted his sister to be the one to tell his brother) #marauders #marauders era #dorcas meadowes #hogwarts #james potter #regulus black #marlene mckinnon #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #pandora rosier #lily evans #sirius black #first wizarding war #fuck dumbledore

[marvelomadness06]

SOMEONE JUST SAID THAT WHEN REMUS WATCHED THE BURROW BURN DOWN, HE COULDN’T BREATHE BECAUSE ALL OF A SUDDEN HE WAS BACK AT THE MCKINNON’S, WATCHING THE FIRST PERSON WHO HE EVER CAME OUT TO’S LIFE CRUMBLE AWAY TO NOTHING, PIECE BY PIECE-

It’s me. I said it.

#Marlene McKinnon and Remus lupin were platonic soulmates argue with the wall #Remus Lupin headcannons #marauders headcanon #Marlene McKinnon #dorlene #Wolfstar #Dorcas Meadowes #marauders #sirius black #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #harry potter #love #black brothers #james & peter & remus & sirius #hogwarts #post Hogwarts #the first wizarding war #Gryffindor #slytherin #the spy

[thegrangerarchives]

To Woo a Wolf by @juniordreamer

It's been years since the end of the Second Wizarding War. Hermione is a Healer specializing in the treatment of non-magic individuals (i.e. muggles) suffering magical injuries. No one knows that Draco Malfoy has been infected with lycanthropy, only that he's retreated from the public eye in exchange for a life of isolation at Malfoy Manor. She doesn't expect a response to her written request for donations or the more personal correspondence that follows.

Rated: M; Chapters: 14

→ Link: Archive of Our Own 

#to woo a wolf #author: junioordreamer #hermione granger #draco malfoy #hermione x draco #letters #status: complete #rated: m #archive of our own #dramione: fluff #fluff #creature: werewolves #dramione: draco werewolf #post hogwarts/war #hermione: healer #dramione #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfic rec #harry potter fanfic #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy fanfiction #miss siriusly faves

[juanasunfall-blog]

“I feel a lavender haze creep up on me”

Or it’s just Harry. It might be just Harry.

#snarry #fanart #felt like drawing something more spicy #harry potter #severus snape #pro snape #snape love #pairing #Altered universe #post hogwarts #posted it here because I don’t want pairing war on my Instagram page #lavender haze

[mastermindmiko]

Ghost Love (Part 2)

Pairing: Regulus Black + Fem!reader

Word count: 2068

Warnings: swear words, rejection, crying

Part 3

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Requests are open

You needed a date. The christmas party was in a week and you needed help. No one appealed to you, no one has ever appealed to you except for Regulus and you know how that is. So you needed to get rid of your feelings for him and you needed help.

You were sitting beside Rose in the library. Your leg was bouncing up and down and every few minutes you would open your mouth to say something but then you would change your mind. “Spit it out.” Rose said sharply. She put her quill down and intertwined her fingers, placing them in front of her.

“I need a date.”

“Do you like someone?” She asked, her eyebrows quirked. You blushed at the thought of Regulus but then you shook your head. Rose saw right through this and said “Who is it?” Her smile was huge.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You shrugged your shoulders looking away from her.

“Bullshit.”

“He doesn’t like me, alright? And even if he did there is no way that I can be with him. So I need to get rid of my feelings and find a date.” You said, looking at your potions book for what felt like the first time. Did we even take this? You thought.

“Your love life is bullshit.” She said, eyes wide.

“Yeah well not all of us can have a Romeo and Juliet arc with Mr. Malfoy.” She blushed at your statement and started to give you options and ideas.

 ***

You looked down at a list of names for potential dates which you would have to go through in order to find a decent one.

Regulus watched as you fiddled with your fingers. He noticed you did that when you were nervous or just deep in thought about something serious. He watched as you looked at a piece of parchment. “What’s that?” He asked, trying to take a look at the parchment.

You looked between the parchment and him then you grabbed it, holding it to your chest. “It’s nothing.”

“Liar.” Your lips pouted and you looked so adorable that butterflies flew all around Regulus’ stomach. He had been thinking about you lately, more than he usually did. He could just simply ask for your hands and watch a confused facial expression take over your face.

However, he didn’t know how but he ended up talking to James about love. He told him that he should enjoy the fall as much as possible and the feeling of being in love because even if you suffer in the end, it’ll be worth it.

James didn’t assume why Regulus would want to know these types of things, because as far as everyone was concerned he died without falling in love and he never will. They were wrong to a certain extent; he did die without falling in love but when he did die, he fell in love with you.

He would enjoy the fall, or rather the feeling of falling in love. He wants to make you laugh so he tries to see that smile of yours and he hopes that he could be the reason for your smile.

“Well, it’s a list. Rose made it for me.” You explained, shyly. He could tell you were slightly embarrassed about the list from the way your cheeks started to flush but that only made him more curious about the contents of the list.

“What’s it for?” He moved two chairs to the right, two chairs nearer to you.

“Well, it’s a list of dates…” You said nervously, then added “For Slughorn’s Christmas Party.”

Regulus froze, he didn’t want you to go on any dates. Luckily for him, you never went on any dates. The feeling of jealousy filled his body as he looked -glared- at the piece of paper that was filled with names of people, who he was sure could never be good enough for you. He got an idea.

“Alright, say the names. I’ll help you." He placed both his hands together and turned to face you completely. He ignored the way you were surprised and he hummed for you to start listing the names.

“So, uh Zabini.”

“No.” Like hell he was going to let you go out with someone like him. He would ruin you completely and he wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Why?”

“He has a pug face like his mother.” He said harshly. His conscience has been long gone for a long time. He was lying as far as good looking guys went. He was a good looking guy, but he wasn’t going to tell you that he didn’t want him to ruin you.

“That’s mean.” You huffed.

“Next.”

“Umm...Nott.” Your eyes skimmed the paper until you found his name. You were already eliminating options for the list Rose made as if you would go out with the son of your mother’s ex boyfriend. You would have a death wish with your father.

“I think Nott.” He internally cringed as he said that. It was a desperate attempt to make you laugh. He felt his stomach bubble with the angry feeling that Fred makes puns all the time and you can’t stop laughing at those so why wouldn’t you laugh at his.

Your face turned cold as you registered the awful pun. You retorted, “That was weak.”

You saw a blush start to appear on Regulus’ neck. He cleared his throat and said “Next.”

“McLaggen.” Even though his father was a total douche, he could make a good date. He wasn’t completely bad looking, you had to admit that.

“Over my dead body.” Regulus said, his voice rising in volume. He couldn’t believe that he would even be considered to be put on the list. He shook his head feverishly until he registered your laughter, only then did he release what he said. You bit your lip trying to control your laughter and his lips’ corners tugged up slightly when he said “Next.”

“Longbottom?” If you had to pick anyone off of this list it would probably be him. It would be weird going out with your herbology teacher’s son but Frank was cute. Not to mention the kindest living guy you have ever met.

Regulus saw that he was the last name on the list. He could just tell you to not go and spend time with him, but that wouldn’t be fair to you. You needed to go spend time with people who were alive and you could actually be with and have fun. This time, he didn’t have any stupid excuse for why you shouldn’t go out with Longbottom. His voice cracked just as his heart did when he said “Are you sure you’d want to go with him?”

“He’s a great guy.” You shrugged.

“Okay. I see no reason why.” He watched you study. Then he watched as Frank -as if he had read your mind- came to find you and ask you to the Christmas party, and he watched as you agreed with a wide smile on your face.

 ***

You couldn’t focus, you couldn’t focus at all. You were fixing your formal outfit for the party, and you were in front of the mirror. You were in love with Regulus, not Frank.

Frank is a great guy but he wasn’t Regulus. He was the only guy that you wanted and that gave you an overwhelming sense of guilt. The only way you thought that you could get rid of this feeling in your chest is by confessing. You knew Regulus didn’t like you back, in your head, how could he? If you told him you loved him and he rejected you. Your heart wouldn’t let you have hope because you would have an answer.

Frank was waiting for you under the stairs as he said he would. When you walked down the stairs Frank was standing there in a tux, making him look more handsome than usual. His face brightened when he saw you walking down the stairs, and your face flushed at the attention. When you reached him, he kissed your hand.

The gesture was kind and thoughtful, but it didn't make your heart skip. You pursed your lips and admitted, “I didn’t think you’d ask me to the party.”

“Why?” His face darkened and you knew he was getting slightly insecure. “Did not want to come with me-”

You shook your head quickly and you grabbed his hands. “No no no. I was going to ask you before you asked me actually. I just didn’t think I was your type.”

Regulus was watching this entire interaction from afar. Other people couldn’t see him but you could and you were the person who mattered to him. He narrowed his eyes at Frank trying to find a flaw in him to validate his hate for him.

He saw you walking towards him and he spun on his heels, rushing away from you. You walked quicker towards him, “Regulus!” You shouted towards him, you were far from the groups of people so no one could hear you shout a name in the air.

You both reached a secluded corridor when he finally stopped and he looked at you. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

He nodded for you to continue. He watched you hesitate for a while before you blurted out “I love you.”

He resisted the urge to open his mouth in shock. His heart was accelerating and he opened his mouth to say something. If he could touch you, he would’ve just kissed you.

“But, I know you never even thought of me that way. So this is just… well it’s- I mean that Rose told me that if I wanted to get rid of my feelings I should just say it and I know you don’t like me back. So I thought it was a good opportunity to move on...Sorry, I didn’t let you say anything.” You rambled, and you fidgeted slightly.

Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you shifted awkwardly, waiting for his reply, getting more anxious by the second. You really hope that you hadn't just ruined you friendship.

Regulus gulped and then thought. You liked- loved him. Merlin, you loved him! He couldn’t be with you and he had to let you go so you can let go. He would hate to be the reason why you didn’t live your life because of the false hope he was giving you. It wasn’t completely false considering that he loved you so so much, but considering that one of you is alive and the other isn’t; he couldn’t see a way you could both be together.

He looked into your eyes and he could still see a shred of hope, who knew he would have to break your heart to save it. He couldn’t look you in the eye, so he looked to the floor.

“You’re right. I don’t like you. You should probably get back to Frank, you’re his date after all.” He replied, coldly. He wanted to smack himself, there were so many ways he could've phrased that better. Damn his parents for never teaching him how to communicate.

He didn’t want to do this tonight, he knew this would happen eventually but why tonight. You were supposed to be having fun but you’re here spilling your heart out to him and for you, he can’t even tell you how much he adores you and worships the ground you walk on.

The thing that hurt him the most was the way you left, but not before saying a broken, "Oh."

Your eyes burned. You expected this, why the hell did it hurt as if you just found out? It was delusional to think that he would ever like you. He probably thinks that you're just a friend, or worse, just a kid. You knew it would've never worked, but the few stray tears kept dripping from your eyes as you made your way back to the party.

You wiped the tears that had escaped your eyes and you entered the party. Frank greeted you with a wide smile that you tried to return but it didn’t reach your eyes. He says, “I was starting to think you ditched me.”

“I wouldn’t Frank you’re too much of a good person for me to do that.” You said. You tried to push the negative thoughts aside and pay attention to the great guy that you’re with right now, whose face was flushing at your comment.

“What’s wrong?” Frank asked in concern as he assessed your face longer. Frank was always so perceptive, even Professor Longbottom who could spot a student having a bad day from a mile away. The trait must run in the family.

You were surprised that he could read you so well even though you hadn’t even spent that much time together in the first place. Your eyes began to sting and Frank ushered you away from prying eyes.

He sat you down on one of the window seats and he sat in front of you on his knees. He grabbed your hands and he tried to comfort you. He didn’t know what was making you sad but he didn’t want it to make you sad anymore.

an: I honestly really loved the concept of this story, but I wrote this such a long time ago, and I feel like my pacing then was so off, I tried to salvage this, and I hope you like it. I think it's good, but I definitely think it could be better. It's the perfectionist in me.

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[dramioneasks]

Hi! Do you have any recommended post-war fics where dramione are forced to marry due to marriage law or other reasons, and draco actually love her for years.

Thank you!

Til Death - Avoidingresponsibilities - E, WIP - The war had been over for all of five years and the wizarding world was still just trying to pick up the pieces. Draco had scarcely been on English soil for a full fortnight before he received a summons from the Ministry Unification and Integration Office. The summons fluttered out of his hands; it was a joke, it had to be. They couldn’t do this to him—to her.

I Can’t Hate You Anymore by jmalfoy - M, 22 chapters - Being forced to marry a man you hate is not as bad as loving him after he destroyed your life. After years of heartache, will Draco and Hermione ever find true happiness? Complete!

Ties That Bind (Conjunctionis Ligavaris) by TattoosAndHighHeeledShoes - E, 2 Chapters - "If you think that’s an orgasm, Granger, you’re in for a long night.“ They knew each other, even respected each other, but a marriage law, some Veritaserum, and Ministry-mandated memory exchanges will change everything. Dramione. TWOSHOT Rated Explicit for chapter 2.

The Registry - WordsWithWays - E, 9 chapters - Three years after the war, a curse is wrecking havoc on fertility in the wizarding world.Now, The Ministry has mandated that those who can still make magical children “do their part” with obligatory dating within The Fertility Registry.—“This act of selflessness on my part doesn’t mean that I don’t want the best. I always have. I always will. And, after assessing every candidate, I’ve decided objectively that it’s you.”“Is that really your sales pitch, Malfoy? Please tell me this is some sort of joke.”

Chasm by SweetSwizzle614 - M, 10 chapters - When Ministry Decree #957 is passed, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger match up. Each of them secret harbours feelings for the other, both are oblivious.

-Lisa

#anonymous #forced marriage #secret feelings #au #post hogwarts and post war

[luendland]

Day by Day, Chapter 3

Chapter 3 of Day by Day is now live on AO3! :) Enjoy.

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[drvconian]

New Year's Day

It’s still dark outside when you wake up, the stars twinkling in the night sky. The world is quiet, the streets lit up only by the streetlamps that line them. Leftover decorations and litter sprinkle the ground, alongside the mist that makes the grass sparkle underneath the moonlight.

You haven’t gotten out of bed yet. The air is cold, and your bed is warm. It invites you to settle back into it, but there’s a restlessness that keeps you awake. You have no want to sleep, and so you move and place your feet on the floor, wincing a little bit at how cold the ground is. The heater is usually on during the day, but you turn it off at night because Draco is used to sleeping in the cold. It gave you an incentive to use him for warmth, so you didn’t mind.

You slip your feet into your slippers and push yourself into a standing position. You turn to look down at Draco, still peacefully asleep in the bed. The sheets are dark and made of silk, which seemed like a ridiculous purchase to you whenever he insisted you buy them, but now you like them. You enjoyed sliding into bed and feeling the softness against your skin, plus your hair felt softer. Draco looked at ease whenever he slept, and that was the biggest benefit of it all. Maybe it reminded him of how he slept growing up – or he read about the benefits of them along the years. You did not know, and you did not care. It made him happy.

That was how you and Draco lived… You were more focused on trying to make life comfortable again. Life hadn’t felt normal since, and it most likely never would. It was a fact you spent the better part of the year trying to face. You had lost friends, and others had lost family. Draco had lost his sense of family: they weren’t dead, but it was close. His father was imprisoned, and there was a distance between Narcissa and Draco that hadn’t been there before. He wouldn’t speak on it, and you wouldn’t force him to. It was his choice. 

His blond hair was messed up, not slicked back like it usually was. He was curled up slightly, with his head resting on the inside of his arm. His mouth hung open slightly, and if you listened close enough, you could hear the small snores you had come to adore. You used to lie awake listening to them after the war… just to be sure he was still living. Softly, you reach out and brush his hair out of his face. He doesn’t stir.

After everything, he had trouble sleeping. He would randomly wake up through the night, shaking and pale. You’d hold him, talking to him quietly or humming some lullaby from years past. He once, in a whisper, confessed that your touch calmed something in him. You were a hand that couldn’t hurt. Some things still bled like open wounds. Others were barely starting to scab over. Though he always found a way of reminding you of how much you were helping. Even if he didn’t realize it, him trusting you enough to be vulnerable and not flinch from your hand was significant.

You retreat, quietly making your way out of your room after slipping your wand into your pocket. When the door is shut behind you, you’re met with the wreckage of the previous night. Glitter covers the floor, gold and black and silver. You sigh internally, already wanting to be back in the comfort of your bed. You did not want to deal with this mess so early.

You and Draco had the biggest place out of your friends, so the majority of celebrations were held at your flat. You were happy to host events and make food for them, but you also dreaded the next day: clean-up time. Since the celebration had run so late, you didn’t have any help on cleaning up. Having a dirty place stressed you out, so it really wasn’t a surprise that you were up early to clean it.

It was around 5 am on January 1st. Everyone had left a few hours earlier after the clock had struck midnight and kisses were exchanged between sweethearts, and prolonged hugs between friends. It was the first you and Draco had been able to share it together, and kissing him at midnight felt like a dream. Surrounded by your friends, and people you were still trying to connect with… the night had felt like pure bliss. You had all gone up to the roof and watched the fireworks, sharing drinks and talking.

There was a makeshift photo booth set up alongside one of the walls, with cheap Muggle decorations and too much glitter that you knew would drive you mad when you had to clean it up. Seeing your friends enjoy it made it all worth it, though. The photos that came out of it would be passed around for generations to come: the one after the war. A fresh start. A new year. That had been the purpose of the party, a good night to hopefully welcome in a good year.

The floor is a mess, covered in spilled drinks and glitter and other things you, if you were being honest, weren’t completely sure of the origin. A lot had happened during the night, with your friends getting drunk, loud music playing, people having to yell to hear one another. It was a great night, but now you had to clean up the evidence. That was the downside of being the host.

Everything was worth it, in the end. You hadn’t seen Draco smile so wide while surrounded by so many people in a long time: he hadn’t been able to see his friends for a while, so having an occasion where he could sit back, relax and drink while catching up had seemed to cheer him up despite all the worrying over the party he did in the first place. Hosting social events seemed like second nature to him from the start, but watching him host the actual event was something you could get used to. Draco has unlimited charisma, and while he wasn’t overly liked by the crowd, you felt like they at least could walk away from the party with a few compliments toward him. He constantly made sure the drinks and ice were refilled, and he encouraged the guests to not be stingy when it came to the snack table. He had splurged a little bit on the food, even though it wasn’t a full-course meal, and instead was finger food so people could eat while mingling.

You were one of the people that had drank the least out of your friends, having no intention of blacking out. Draco had limited his drinking too, though he had more than you did, which is why you let him sleep while you dealt with the mess. A few stragglers at the end of the night had tried to help and clean up a little, but you forced them to leave and closed the door on them – you weren’t going to make a guest clean up. That was something you and Draco could agree on.

Cleaning up the mess wouldn’t be too difficult, especially with the aid of magic that you were allowed to do on your own now that you were of age and graduated from Hogwarts. It would take a little while to scrub the glitter out of the carpets, as everything couldn’t be done with magic, but you could vanish the bulk of the trash.

You pull your wand out from your pocket, and begin making your way around the room, quietly whispering “evanesco” every now and then. You kept your footsteps light, and avoided anything on the floor that you might possibly slip or get stuck in. Everything had seemed so perfect a couple of hours ago, when there was still a buzz in your system and you were surrounded by people that made you happy… Now, it was sort of disgusting how much trash and mess was spread around your apartment.

Maybe it was a good thing Draco was asleep – he might have thrown a fit if he saw your apartment in this state.

You spend about thirty minutes just vanishing trash, and periodically stopping to scrub at something on a surface or on the floor. You get carried away when you find a stack of pictures your friends had taken, dressed in the Muggle decorations you had gotten from one of those party supply stores. They had been a big hit within your group, and had gotten plenty of use throughout the night… if the stains on them were any indication. You open a drawer and place the pictures in there so they don’t accidentally get thrown away or vanished, making a mental note to come back and look at them later.

It’s so quiet that, compared to earlier, it feels sort of wrong, like there’s meant to be some gigantic party happening inside of your apartment. You miss the company, the smells, the light, the noise. You remember standing by the door, barefoot and tired, swaying as you held the door open for the people leaving. The last to go had been your and Draco’s close friends. Begrudging goodbyes and a “we’ll see you soon, right?” whispered into your shoulder as you embraced. When you had closed the door after the final person left, you stood there and looked around at your flat: it was a mess, and the music was still playing, but it was quieter than before. Draco stood across from you, idling, staring at something on the wall, looking tired. His hair was sticking up in the back, assumedly from where he had run his hands through it and messed with the gel. His shoulders slumped forward slightly, and just like you, he was swaying. You both were, at least, tipsy and exhausted from everything you did that day.

You had spent the better part of the day decorating for the party, and making sure the catering was accounted for. You had spent hours hanging up streamers, putting up banners and decorations, and blowing up balloons. It had been fun, watching Draco try to wrap his head around how he wanted everything to look (you must have moved the “Happy New Year’s” banner about five times before he was happy with it). You were happy for his opinion in the end, as you thought everything looked perfect. Your guests seemed like they enjoyed it too, with various comments on the decor and the atmosphere. Draco was practically glowing while receiving all the praise.

After everyone had left, he grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom, a small, yet tired smile on his face. The bed was made, the room smelled lovely (unlike the rest of your flat), and your pajamas were laid out already. You looked at him, wondering when he had made the time to do this while you had both been so busy. You melt as you watch him pick up his own pajamas and walk away to change into them: black and silver silk pajamas, his favorite, and oddly on theme. He had gotten you both matching silk pajamas, though yours were in your favorite colors. He had given them to you on Christmas, wrapped in a box, topped with a bow. You had hugged him tightly and changed into them immediately, spending the rest of Christmas in matching pajamas, cuddled together on your couch as you watched the snow fall past your windows.

It was still snowing, though it was harder to see due to the fact that it was dark outside. You put down the broom you had picked up somewhere along the way and make your way over to the window, mesmerized by its beauty. The streets were quiet, and sometimes a piece of confetti or a streamer would blow past, evidence of other celebrations that had happened alongside your own. You wondered if the street had always been this quiet, or if the intense music of your own party drowned out the noise of other celebrations. The music had been quite loud.

You place a hand against the glass and the cold is relaxing against your fingertips, despite the way it makes you wince when you first feel it. The inside of your flat is warm, though sometimes you can still feel the coldness from outside, particularly near the front door and the windows.

You’re pulled out of your reverie when you feel a presence by your side, the corners of your mouth lifting in pleasant surprise when you notice a familiar set of grey eyes. You turn to him immediately, “I hope I didn’t wake you.” Your voice is quiet, though not quiet enough to be counted as a whisper. Draco looks tired, his eyes still squinting slightly, but he smiles back at you.

“You missing from our bed did wake me up.” He looks out the window as well, watching the snow. “Cleaning could have waited for the morning.”

You nod at his words, following his eyes to the window. The world outside seemed to be asleep itself, quiet and dark. None of the other flats had their lights on. “Perhaps.”

“I cannot say I am surprised.” His smile is fond as he says this, and his hand raises to hold the one you have pressed to the window. “I knew what you were up to as soon as I woke up alone.”

“I didn’t want to-”

“You didn’t want to wake me up, I know.” He pries your fingers from the window so that you may intertwine yours, the warmth of his hand cancelling out the coldness of the window. “You must know I want to help you.”

“I do.” You turn completely to him, your intertwined fingers joining you together. Your smile is soft as you gaze at him: his hair is messed up, unruly and spiked up. There are bags under his eyes and his blinks are slow. He’s tired, yet he’s here, standing with you. “But I also know you need your beauty sleep.”

He rolls his eyes at that, his grip tightening slightly. “You need as much rest as you can get, too. It didn’t need to be cleaned the moment everyone stepped out of the place.” He looks back towards your bedroom, a sense of longing coming from him.

“Do you want to go back to bed?”

He doesn’t answer as he looks back at you, but he steps back. You step forward, being dragged along by his hand. You don’t resist, letting him drag you back to bed. You flick the light switch on your way out, the lights turning out and casting you both in darkness. The moon lights up the room as you step out of it, and back into the familiarity of your bedroom. The bed isn’t made, the blankets messed up from where Draco had gotten out of it. He stops when you’re both in front of the bed, and you shake your head slightly at him.

You are tired, you have to admit, you’d barely slept at all before you had gotten up to clean. The allure of Draco and your warm bed are tempting you, and it doesn’t take too long for you to give in. You let him lead you the rest of the way into bed.

You’re curled up into his side, with an arm slung lazily over him as you press a kiss into his cheek. This is how you spent most of your nights, intertwined and comforted. He kisses your forehead, running a hand up and down your back. The bed is warm and the sun hasn’t even begun to make its way into the sky. Everything is quiet, and as you settle in for the morning, you listen to Draco breathe.

“Can I tell you something?” He asks into the silence, and you move your head up to look at him.

You smile up at him, a bigger smile than you’re sure is warranted at around 6 am, and nod. “Anything,” you whisper, “anything you want, anytime.”

He’s quiet for a little while, and you begin to wonder if he’ll speak at all. You know he’s still awake because his hand is still stroking your back, but he makes no move to talk. You don’t push him, opting to embrace his warmth and his presence.

He takes a deep breath and that brings your attention back to him.

“I love you.”

Your heart stops, or maybe it stutters, in your chest. You’re suddenly wide awake, and you feel his hand stop moving. You push yourself up to look at him fully, your eyes wide as you look down at where he still lays. He’s looking right back at you, his eyes reflecting the moonlight that hits the back of your head. He looks beautiful like this, staring up at you as if you’re a diamond among the stars in the sky. You press down on his chest, right where his heart is. “I love you too.”

He sits up too, and his smile is radiant. His hand moves to hold your hand over his heart, and then he moves forward to kiss you. His other hand holds your face, and when you pull back, his eyes are almost closed, yet he’s still looking at you with apparent fondness. He repeats it.

“I love you.”

Word Count: 2939

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[hp-fanfic-archive]

Contempt by danpuff Pairing: Harry/Severus Rating: E Word Count: 20k Podfic available here Read by: MrVillain Length: 2-3 hours Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

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[xeline]

An alcove led to a classroom, led to a last encounter at a seedy establishment that'd forever change Hermione's life.

Eleven years later, she finds herself in an impossible situation when, despite her best attempts to disappear from the limelight and Draco Malfoy's life, an inevitable meeting at Platform 9 ¾ threatens to undo all of the precautions surrounding the fact that her tryst with Malfoy left her with more than fond memories about a good shag.

A multi-chapter continuation of the Dramione Laws of Attraction series by Lucidlucy / Xeline.

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[tomionefinds]

Hey do you have any fics where it's set up after the war either Voldemort died or disappeared but he comes back.

It can also be fic where Hermione doesn't know she's helping him because he changed his identity etc....

Thank you!!!!!

Hey Anon,

I definitely have read/currently follow a couple like this. I'm sure there's more so if any followers think of some as always feel free to drop them in the comments! -JD

Tom, just Tom by Ciule E/Ma | Complete | 121k Lord Voldemort slithered out of the Veil on New Year's Eve in the year 2000. Still bent on world domination, he decided that Golden Girl Granger would be the perfect accessory on his arm.

Shared Flame by Lady Miya M | Complete | 311k It all started when two normally clever individuals both had a really lousy day.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement by devdevlin M | WIP | 19k What if Voldemort survived the Battle of Hogwarts? Flight instead of fight? Seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione is appointed to the team given the task of tracking him down. But when an attractive young man, who Harry is strangely suspicious of, is appointed as her boss, things quickly get out of hand...

When Lines Get Blurred by Arodain M | Complete | 168k The Battle at Hogwarts did not reach its conclusion as expected, and the Second Wizarding War takes on a new direction. Canon compliant until the last part of The Deathly Hallows. HG/TR without the time travel.

Tertius Vita by Shan84 M | WIP | 124k Post war and Hermione is struggling to deal with all of the public scrutiny. She decides to escape and attend muggle university for the time being. Who's the handsome stranger in Hermione's classes and why are Draco & Blaise here?

Second Chances by Anneeny M | WIP | 47k Tom Riddle has never been one for mediocrity, so when given the chance, he seeks out the one person able to tell him the future; a blind hag living in the Black Forest of Germany. However, he does not like what he is told one bit. How is he supposed to change it and who the bloody hell does this Hermione Granger think she is?

Belladonna by LadyMiya E/Ma | One Shot | 17k Her parents had always warned Hermione against getting a tattoo. She probably should have listened to them.

Ministerial Response by Shan84 E/Ma | One Shot | 17k Instead of dying in the final battle, Voldemort simply disappeared. Now nineteen years later, life is not as perfect as it seems. When Hermione is finally promoted, she gets a congratulatory letter from the person she least expects.

Fics where she's aware who he is when encountering him again:

The Prisoner by NerysDax E/Ma | Complete | 182k Imprisoned, Lord Voldemort is considered a threat of the past. His knowledge is desired by many. Yet, his offer is for one person only: Hermione Weasley-Granger.

The Art of Genius by WildKitsune Series: Art Trilogy [1] E/Ma | Complete | 61k Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione is working on a team of healers to help find a cure to a new wizarding disease. An imprisoned Lord Voldemort offers the help of his considerable genius but only if Hermione consents to be his handler.

#tomione #volmione #post-war #post-battle of hogwarts #mistaken identity/identity unknown #smut #tom: dark #met: as adults