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jomiddlemarch · 16 days

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V. “I really don’t know what to say,” Hermione said, undercutting herself in a way he would not point out. Not now, anyway. He might be more worried that he’d gotten the bedroom dead wrong and not dead to rights except for the curve of her lips, the brightness in her dark eyes.

“It’s adequate, then?” Draco replied. “You have everything you need?”

“You’ve gone so far beyond need it’s almost funny. It’s what I would have said I wanted most, if I allowed myself to want something the most, when it came to my bedroom,” she said.

Again, he exercised the utmost self-restraint and refrained from commenting on how heart-breaking her remark was and how devastating it was to hear her talk about wanting and the bedroom in the context of permission.

“We can alter the pillows and the mattress if they’re too soft,” he said. The bed was wide and downy, piled with pillows, dressed with soft white linen and thick cashmere blankets and a quilted silk coverlet the color of a wood-violet. “It should be warm enough without the bed-curtains, but they’re cozy in the winter and I imagined sometimes, you might want a retreat—”

“This whole place is a retreat,” she said. “And cozy isn’t exactly the word I would have chosen for silk-embroidered velvet hangings, but it’s beautiful. Very beautiful.”

Like you, he did not say.

“What would you have chosen?”

“Sumptuous, I think. And the view is glorious and the bathtub is divine,” she said. “Shall I go on?”

“You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything here, except be comfortable and satisfied. You’re to do just as you please,” he said.

“I’m not sure I’m very good at that,” she said. He laughed.

“I know you’re not. I plan to nudge you in the right direction,” he said.

“Nudge?”

“I’m Slytherin. I’m meant to be subtle. If the situation calls for it, I imagine I’ll give you a shove, metaphorically speaking,” he said. “You’re so unused to it, you may need something less nuanced. More obvious.”

“I can’t help feeling insulted. You make me sound like a hippogriff,” she said.

“I should say it’s the Gryffindor in you. And the fact that you’ve spent most of your life looking to be useful or pleasing to other people, willing to sacrifice your own needs and desires at the flick of an owl’s wing,” he said.

“Muggles say ‘at the drop of a hat,’” she remarked.

“Wizards don’t drop hats. Leviosa, right? I believe you’re well acquainted with that spell,” he replied.

“Merlin, I was a pompous little bossy-boots, wasn’t I?” she said with a wry smile. She’d relaxed with the repartee after tensing up approaching the bed. There’d been no two ways about it—he was taking her on a tour of the house, he had to show her the bedroom because not showing it would be equally as odd, perhaps even more so. At least that’s what he told himself, while studiously avoiding considering how it would feel if she asked questions about the bed linens and he had to make explicit the fact that he’d chosen them all. They both knew but it was easier if they didn’t have to talk about it.

“Only terribly clever and I think nervous,” he said. “Quite frankly, speaking as a parent, I’m not sure how you managed. It was hard enough for Scorpius and he was born into this world and I started teaching at Hogwarts his second year, but we already had the house nearby. You were left to your own devices—”

“I wasn’t the only Muggleborn,” she said.

“But you fell in with a Pureblood and the savior of the Wizarding World,” Draco replied.

“I didn’t fit in before I got to Hogwarts. The only difference was the magic,” Hermione said.

“And the fact that a bloody maniacal monster wanted to take over the world and eradicate you and everyone like you,” he said.

“So, as I said, the only difference was the magic,” she repeated. He laughed, because he had to and she wanted him to, and then they were quiet for a moment, letting dust motes glitter in the sunlight.

“You don’t have to do that, make light of things. You don’t have to talk to me about them, but if you do, you don’t have to joke about it,” he said. She gave him an inquisitive look, one he remembered being sharper, but seeing it at all cheered him. “You don’t need to protect me. I’m an adult—”

“It doesn’t help to be treated as a child, being looked after,” she said.

“I won’t. I don’t see you that way. But you’re not responsible for me, you don’t owe me anything beyond the general civility you’d give anyone else,” he said.

“I won’t stay here if you’re going to lie to me,” she said, startling him. “Of course, I’m responsible for more than I’d give a stranger. We don’t live in the past but it’s still part of us, haven’t you been making that point? You asked me, begged me to let you look after me, because of who we’ve been to each other, so we’re not polite strangers. We’re standing in my bedroom and you picked out everything in it. You probably made the bed by hand. I don’t know exactly what we are, but there’s no general civility about it.”

“You’re right. I only meant, you don’t have to use humor to deflect, to make me comfortable,” he said.

She chuckled, very softly, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“No one else has seen it that way,” she said.

“No one else noticed you used humor as a way to keep them at a distance?” he said.

“No one else thought I was funny,” she said.

#dramione #hermione x draco #draco x hermione #fluff #comfort fic #still on the house tour #romance #hogwarts professors #widower!Draco #trip down memory lane

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morganstark1997 · 4 months

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Dramione x Clintasha headcanon I don’t have time to write but has been stuck in my head all day long.

Post-war, Hermione decides to become an Auror and with her partner, Harry, they are tasked to track down the last of the Malfoys. Lucius was killed by another Auror years ago, Narcissa is in Azkaban, so they are looking for Draco. They find him, but he’s trying to take down a secret underground Death Eater group, and had to blend in with them to try and destroy them from within. Instead of killing him or taking him to Azkaban, Harry and Hermione decide to help him, and petition the courts on his behalf. Without Draco’s insider information, an uprising of old Hogwarts students might have resurrected the war that they had fought to end.

“Auror Granger was sent to kill me. She made a different call”

JUST. THE POSSIBILITIES. AGDJSJKS.

#dramione #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione granger #harry potter #dramione headcanon #clintasha #clint and natasha #clint barton #natasha romanoff #hawkeye #black widow #mcu

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1-read-the-hobbit-in-1937 · 3 months

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Hi, I hope you guys enjoyed the Bucky fic I posted the other day. Thank you so much for the re blogs and all the likes. I really appreciate it 😊

I'm taking fic requests atm as I have no idea what else to write. I will have a pinned list of people I will be taking requests for, and please only suggest those people, and with an idea or a prompt. Thanks 😆

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slytherinsanctum · 9 months

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real life peak behind the scenes: its weird to read about Snape and Draco for months, write about them, share in their communities.

And then one morning, troopers on your door tell you the love of your life is dead. Now you are the widow. Now you get to wonder if you could have saved them for the rest of your life. Now they are the one dead in their thirties.

And its just weird. Life imitates art in the cruelest of ways at times I suppose.

#young widows #life imitates art #severus snape #draco malfoy #widow draco

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softly-potter · 2 years

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Milk & Honey

Summary: Recently widowed, Draco and Hermione give dating a try.

Pairing: Draco X Hermione

Word Count: 4,201

Warning: none

A/N: Inspired by the quote “I’ve had sex, she said. But I don’t know, What making love, Feels like” by Rupi Kaur.

Find Chapter 2 Here

Chapter 1

Hermione has almost forgotten how she landed a date with her ex-death eater coworker. She always knew Pansy Parkinson would be a thorn in her side, but she never knew the witch would be the ultimate matchmaker.

“What about Blaise?”

“No.”

“Adrian, maybe?”

“No.”

“How about Draco?”

“I don’t think Malfoy's dating.” Hermione sighs, placing her quill down in defeat as she glares up at Pansy, who is currently trying to get her back into the dating world.

“Oh come on,” Pansy sniffs, leaning against Hermione's desk. “You and Ron broke up years ago, and I’ve heard you admit the following two things; you and Ron are better off as friends, and Draco is ‘quite handsome’.” Pansy holds her hands up, making air quotes around the last two words. Hermione glances at the back of the blonde's head, his shoulders straight as he pours over documents.

Working at the ministry did have its perks, but being in such a close, constant proximity to the forever gossiping Pansy was not one of them. Pansy rolls her eyes, placing a manicured hand flat on the desk.

“He hasn’t dated anyone since Astoria, and based on previous experience, I know he can be a doll of a boyfriend. He just hasn’t…” Pansy pauses, glancing over at the man of her subject, “branched out.”

“Well can you blame him? And no, I’m not hung up on Ron.” Hermione snaps, grabbing her quill. Astoria Greengrass and the sole heir to the Malfoy estate had been something of a coveted item for nearly two years. It was assumed that they would marry, and based on how Malfoy had been with her, it seems that marriage had been his intention as well.

Everyone knew of Astorias blood curse, so when she fell ill, it truly came at no surprise to the public. However, when she publicly broke up with Draco by posting an article in the Daily Profit, well, that indeed came as a shock. Both Astoria and her sister Daphne left for Switzerland a few months after she had grown sick, and when Daphne had returned alone, nearly a month later, everyone understood why.

“I still don’t think Astoria should have done that. Left him so he could ‘be free of an illness that has so raptured my body’ as she so kindly put it.” Pansy says, and Hermione rolls her eyes.

“Do be kind, Pans.” She replies, looking away from Malfoy's head, her voice low. “She knew what was going to happen. She wanted to spare him the pain, I suppose.” Pansy nods, her bob moving along with her.

“Please Granger, let me set you up on a blind date with someone.” Pansy pleads, eyes shining. “And if you don’t like them, you can hex me into next year.”

“I'm just so busy with work at The Ministry and Ginny's pregnancy.” Hermione replies, hoping Pansy would bugger off soon and let her work in peace. Pansy stands, holding her hands in defeat.

“Just promise if someone asks, you’ll give them a shot.” She asks, clasping her hands, earning yet another eye roll from Hermione.

“Fine.” Hermione replies, waving Pansy away. “If someone asks, I’ll give them a shot. Maybe.”

Hermione is early to the office the next morning, surprisingly, since she stayed up all night with Ginny on the telephone. Harry and Hermione had finally convinced Ginny to allow the Potter household muggle-machinery, a telephone being one of them, and Ginny was often hooked into having late night conversations.

Yawning, Hermione pushes open the door, waving to the clerk that sat behind the front desk as she makes her way to her own desk. To her surprise, Malfoy is leaning against her desk, his arms folded over his chest and eyes staring into the distance.

“Goodmorning,” Hermione says politely, placing her briefcase on the surface. “Is there something…I can help you with?” Malfoy turns to look at her, a slight scowl dancing across his features, uncrossing his arms as he says, “Pansy has an extraordinarily obnoxious voice.”

Hermione laughs. “Well, you should know since you did date her.” Draco rolls his eyes, replying with a tone dripping with sarcasm. “I suppose, but I must’ve forgotten how much she can harp on and on about anything.” Nodding in reply, Hermione flicks open her briefcase.

“Well, what does Pansy say this time?” She asks, carefully unloading the documents she needs for today's work. She can see Malfoy stand straight, fixing his color slightly and he takes a breath.

“Let's have it out, Granger.”

“Have what?”

Malfoy stares, his grey eyes hard and she can almost physically feel his annoyance grow. “She won’t leave me alone. She nearly wrote me a dozen letters saying you and I would be…decent, together. So, let's try it, tomorrow night, maybe, after work?”

He’s looking at her with such exasperation, Hermione's cheeks begin to warm. “I'm missing something, aren’t I?” She asks, and he nods fevertly.

“A date, Granger.” He says, his eyes boring into hers. “Go on a date with me and you can tell Pansy how much you dislike me after, then she’ll leave us both alone.”

Hermione could smack herself with how oblivious she feels, and by the expression on his face, Malfoy would smack her too.

“Malfoy, we don’t need t–”

“Tomorrow then, after work?” He interrupts, straightening his cufflinks. The whole situation is so bizarre, so out of character and odd, that Hermione has no reply. He takes it as a yes, nodding once. “The Three broomsticks should work. Let's say 7pm.” And he walks off, leaving Hermione gaping awkwardly at her desk.

Ah yes, that was how she landed the date. The rest was history, at least in her world.

In the months that follow, Hermione and Draco date. After a cautiously yet enjoyable evening at the Three broomsticks, Draco tells her he hasn’t talked this much to one individual in months. They go out again and again, each place slightly nicer and more upscale than the last, Draco fronting the tab every time. Hermione isn’t sure how they click, how their war-wounded souls fit one another, but they do, and she simply can’t get enough of it.

After nearly three months of fine dining and timid hand holding, Hermione begins to fret that he wants out.

“Hermione, why on earth would you think that?” Ginny asks, her feet propped up on the loveseat she picked out for Easter, her hand caressing her swollen belly. “He’s obviously smitten with you.”

“Well, he hasn’t really…made any moves.” Hermione whispers, wringing her hands as she sits across from her oldest friend, fretting about her relationship. “Sometimes he holds my hand but we haven’t even kissed.”

“You haven’t even kissed?” Ginny echos, sitting up slightly. “My goodness what are you a nun?”

“No no,” Hermione sighs, waving away the comment. “It’s just…with how his last relationship ended, I don’t want to push him into anything that he’s uncomfortable with.” Hermione knows Draco likes her, maybe even deeply cares for her, but living in the glittering shadow of Astoria’s ghost was hard. She always feared she could never live up to the standards of his past, a beautiful socialite who died far too early then was fair.

“I get your anxiety, ‘Mione, really I do but,”Ginny says softly, reaching out to Hermione. “Astorias gone. You know it, Draco knows it, and he wants you. If you’re tired of waiting, why don’t you kiss him?”

“Me?” Hermione gasps. “I couldn’t, I just, I wouldn’t know how to even go about that. Plus, he might not want me to.”

“Oh he does,” Ginny counters, wiggling her brows. “Harrys told me something and I’ve gotta say ‘Mione. You should jump on that.”

The next evening as Hermione cleans up their dishes from dinner in her flat, she decides to jump on it.

“Draco, do you not find me attractive?” She instantly regrets the words as they leave her mouth. He looks at her in confusion, his white blond brows furrow together as he leans forward.

“Heavens no, I find you incredibly…” he falters, looking from her face quickly down her body and then up again. “I find you incredible.”

“Well I just…well what are you waiting for then?” She replies, determination seeping into her voice. “I am fine with taking things slowly, for I am a slow and steady person myself, but I just want to know if there’s a reason, is it my hair?” She reaches up, pushing a curl back. “I know it's incredibly unruly.”

She opens her mouth to continue with her protest, but Draco leans forward—the both of them standing by the kitchen table—and takes her hands in his. He’s tall, several inches taller than her, and she has to crane her neck to look into his face. Adoration sparkles in his grey eyes, and he smiles.

“Granger, do you want me to kiss you?” He asks, his voice soft. Her stomach flips, the room suddenly growing warmer.

“Only if yo—”

“Don’t think,” he interrupts, squeezing her hand softly. “Just answer.” She pauses, looking between their clasped hands and his tall frame.

Dropping her hands, he slowly cups her face, his long fingers supporting her jaw and inching slightly past her hairline. “Do you want me to kiss you, Hermione.”

It’s posed as a demand, not a question, and he’s so close she can feel the soft caress of his breath across her lips.

“Yes.” She whispers, abandoning fear and she closes her eyes as he leans down, pressing his lips against hers.

It’s slow, and soft, his hands dropping hers as he frames her face, and it’s everything she’d hoped for but more. Draco cranes her face close to his, fingernails scraping gently at the hairline on the base of her neck, and she envelopes her hands over his. When he pulls away, dreadfully too soon, she leans forward to nuzzle her face into the base of his neck, hands leaning against his chest as she breathes in his scent.

#dramione #dating au #soft draco #first time #widow

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katie-krum · 22 days

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Aqua Tofana - Chapter 1 - katiekrum - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

If I decide to develop it futher I will turn it into Dramione.

#alternate universe #hermione granger #draco malfoy #scorpius malfoy #draco loves hermione #pregnant hermione #widow hermione

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dhr-advent · 5 months

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The Path Carefully Tread by HeyJude19

The Path Carefully Tread (4999 words) by HeyJude19 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, Auror Hermione Granger, Single Parent Draco Malfoy, Widowed Draco Malfoy, Christmas, Christmas Eve, Romance, Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Minor Character Death, D/Hr Advent 2023, D/Hr Advent Summary:

The nature of families could shift; shaped by time, trauma, arguments, and reconciliations. She saw how Draco warred with that now, how he battled his instinctual, youthful desire to please his father with his resolve to sever ties with someone who had hurt him gravely.

#dhr advent 2023 #dramione #dramione fanfiction #author: heyjude19

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finitepeace · 11 months

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LAST MONTH I READ DRAMIONE

On April I read Dramione. Here are the fics I’ve finished. Personal favorites are marked with ✿

Long Ones:

Alternate History by Furare | 155k words | it’s dramione but i feel the ‘slytherin harry’, ‘snape and sirius happy’ and ‘draco’s found family’ elements are more prominent

Capstone by bek_48 | 112k words | read this from collection titled: underrated dramione | Sixth year canon divergence but like.. really diverging. well-written friendships and probably my favorite lucius writing ever <even if he just appeared for like.. 2 seconds lol>

Ghost of You by happy_valley | 105k | in which draco malfoy died and turned into a ghost which only hermione can see. or is he?

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale | 237k| post-war dramione tragedy with happy ending. it has two story arc: (1) dramione secret relationship and how it led to draco losing his magic after war + hermione falling out with ron and harry. (2) the granger-malfoy children wreck havock on wizarding (+house elves) community.

Remember Us As War (but call us forgiveness) by Anyaparadox | 168k | dramione and marriage law

✿ The Fixer-Upper Club by CharliPetidei | 160k words | 8th year AU, dramione coping with PTSD through fixing hogwarts

Medium length ones:

Behind the Mask by EmilieJane | 46k | Beauty and The Beast with a twist. TW: Domestic violence, mention of rape, etc. Ron-bashing.

✿ Instruments of Time by i_know_what_you_wrote_last_summer | 71k words | 3rd year AU because draco accidentally time traveling

✿ Curses, Banter, and Babies, Oh My! by LiloLilyAnn | 79k words | dramione having a child together first, work out their feelings second

Signed and Sealed by niffizzle | 26k | book shop keeper hermione, widowed single father draco

✿ The Watergaw by ectoheart, smokybaltic | 39k | dramione stuck together after a failed apparition, a detour on the deathly hallows mansion scene.

Escapism by sodamnrad | 15k | Reunited in the Muggle world, Draco and Hermione wreak havoc on each other’s loneliness.

Rebonded by niffizzle | 11k | dramione and ritual to fix draco’s wand <literally>

Kissed by Fire by niffizzle | 14k | Azkaban was a freezing fortress in the middle of the North Sea that devoid all prisoners of warmth. Or so Draco was told. The howling winds never bothered him. Nor the supposed chill emitting from the stone walls.He hadn’t felt cold since a lick of Fiendfyre scarred his flesh.

Short Ones:

✿ Only you – Or the only time Hermione believed in divination by FedonCiadale | 5k words | CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE

Surprise Soulmates by FedonCiadale | 6,2k | post hogwarts, In which Draco and Hermione discover they are soulmates OR Draco is a drama queen and looks guilty as fuck and Hermione tries to be rational about it all

Common Spaces, Empty Places by elithien, senlinyu | 3,4k words | eighth year dramione, confessions.

Can't Get Any Better Than This by augustr | 1,4k words | 8th year, dramione being soft

Between Pages by DarkoftheMoon | 5,6k words| penpal dramione throughout their times at hogwarts

The Best Christmas Present Ever By: Proxima Shining | 9,8k l grandparents lucius & narcissa + family reconciliation

10 Things I Learnt About You by nyle_bd | 4k words | It's Parent's Day at Hogwarts and Professor Granger can't keep her eyes off a particular parent. Sparks fly and burn into something brighter.

Worse Things by niffizzle | 2k | In the midst of Ginny and Blaise's engagement party, Hermione is busy dealing with a bitter Ron. That is until they're interrupted by the soon-to-be Best Man.

✿ The Hour After by niffizzle | 2k | post battle meet up

With Teeth by provocative_envy | 5k | humor, dramione hunting horcrux(es)

a bunch of dramione in secret relationship

✿ If/Then by Santhe | 5k words

I Know, I Know by nevertoosweets | 2k words

the one time they stayed by quitethesardonic | 6,9k words

Forgot to Mention by wetpretzel | 5,7k words

Tied in Lies by niffizzle | 3k

✿ Forgotten by niffizzle | 2k

not a dramione but I think everyone would love this Draco:

✿ the dogfather by hollimichele | 47k | What if the Dursleys rejected Harry after he was left on their doorstep? canon divergence in which the adults in HP are much more responsible than the one in canon | sirius x lupin but mostly sirius as harry’s godfather.

part of the dogfather au, there’s one focused on draco and it’s so lovely (and heartbreaking but hopeful)

#dramione #dramione fic #dramione fic rec #monthly read

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dramioneasks · 5 months

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Boundless - maple_unicorn - E, 40 chapters, Words: 128,337 - Four years ago, Hermione Granger failed to reverse her mother's obliviation. Now, she is twenty-six, single, and unemployed. Her sole focus in life has been healing her mother until St Mungo’s newest healer, Draco Malfoy, re-enters her life with his six-year-old son in tow. Together, Draco and Hermione work to find a cure for her mother before it’s too late. Along the way, they may discover there is more to life than what they had both previously settled for.

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rewritingcanon · 2 months

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you are so right. the only good Draco is a Draco who is in distress. That man should be in pain at all times..

YOU GET ME!!! he was built to be in agony!!!! no happiness for him!! i want him to be a husk that can only hold despair and temporary joys 🫶🫶

#im sorry but draco being a widower is just so… in-character #im so sick #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #rewriting #ask

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jomiddlemarch · 13 days

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The shapes a bright container can contain!

VII. It was a balancing act, looking after Hermione. On the one hand, he was well-aware she was an intelligent and competent adult witch, capable of making her own decisions, entitled to plenty of time and space to herself.

On the other hand, she rarely made decisions with her own best interest as the chief concern, she had never learned how to use leisure time for actual leisure or leisurely activities that weren’t productive and/or virtuous, and she had an isolative streak that made her choice of familiar understandable. There was only so much one could do for her and it was especially challenging for Draco to be the one doing.

However, he’d told her he’d look after her and no matter what anyone thought, he did not break promises or fail to fulfil the terms of an agreement.

Which meant that on a chilly Sunday morning, when he found her at the kitchen table with a towering stack of essays in front of her and another at her feet instead of tucked up in bed or lolling on the sofa with tea, pastries, and a chunky Muggle paperback, he didn’t hesitate.

“Accio Professor Granger’s essays,” he said, pitching his voice loud enough to call the parchment to him without startling her unduly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said. She was seated, so she could put her hands on her hips but the gesture was quite present in her tone. It was impressive. She was undoubtedly not startled in the slightest.

“Grading your fifth and, unless I’m mistaken, seventh year Arithmancy class mid-term exams. I don’t even know why you have a fifth year class, you were only supposed to be teaching that tutorial but I imagine Minerva did her version of begging with all the shortbread and her plaid robe,” he said. Hermione nodded. “You must have a rubric—”

“I must?”

“You’re Hermione Granger, you wouldn’t grade without a rubric,” he said.

“Did Neville tell you that?” she asked.

“Give me some credit. I didn’t need him to tell me,” Draco said.

“So he did,” Hermione replied.

“Scorpius too. The students appreciate it, although the Slytherins and Gryffindors both feel the rubrics are overly detailed,” he said.

“I was frustrated by how arbitrary our educational experience was,” she said.

“It didn’t help how they all played favorites,” Draco said. “McGonagall obviously, but Snape was a terror.”

“He’d had a lot to answer for, if he hadn’t also been a double-agent Dumbledore was willing to manipulate within an inch of his life after failing him abysmally when he was a student himself,” Hermione said. “It doesn’t bear thinking about, how he treated Neville.”

“Agreed. Though you seem to be following in his footsteps when it comes to the length of your assignments. Merlin’s manky knickers, these essays are long,” Draco said.

“Manky knickers?”

“Scorpius told me that was au courant, so to speak, but I admit, it may sound more appropriate from a fourteen year old,” Draco smiled.

“I don’t tell them they’ve got to give me twelve feet. I just say that they may,” Hermione said.

“They have done, most of them it would seem,” he said. “You’ll run yourself into the ground grading these—”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“You’re not and you won’t. I’ll see to them,” he said. He was hoping his expression and tone would convey a respectful but conclusive end-of-discussion, but Hermione was used to being the one ending discussions and looked at him skeptically. Her color was better though—it seemed she found arguing with him invigorating.

“How will you get through them? You don’t even know what they’re about,” she said.

“I’ll run a few charms, apply the rubric, leave a few pithy Professor Granger-esque comments,” he said. “I’m thinking along the lines of Extremely detailed, good use of references, tickety-boo.”

“I have never and would never write Tickety-boo on a student’s essay,” she said. “In a fit of whimsy, I might say it was Excalibur, a little pun on excellence and caliber—”

“I got it,” he said. “It’s painful. A Weasley wouldn’t even make a pun that gruesome. Maybe you should start writing tickety-boo.”

“It seems I’m not writing anything at the moment,” she said. “I’m not sure what to do with myself in the meantime.”

“I am,” Draco said, fishing a small bundle from his vest pocket, setting it an arm’s length from Hermione on the table, and flicking his wand in its direction. “Engorgio liborum.”

“Cleopatra’s alembic,” Hermione breathed. Draco grinned. He’d been hoping for awed surprise as her response. “What did you do?”

“Rather, the salient question is what have I procured for you?” he said. “Books. An excessive number, none of them relevant to your work. Leisure reading, it’s called.”

“There’s so many,” she said softly.

“Yes. I started with classics, the entire collection of Austen’s works, Gaskill’s Wives and Daughters, and then I added some modern choices—you needn’t feel any excessive guilt, all of those,” he said, pointing to one stack of paperbacks, “are written by an English professor at a university in New York and those over there are by a former clerk to a US Supreme Court judge. You can Transfigure the covers if you prefer, it’s entirely your business what you read.”

“They’re all romances,” she said.

“You indicated they’re a guilty pleasure, though I don’t think you ought to feel guilty about them or any other pleasure. I paid attention,” he said. Before she could start in on him for his advocacy of hedonism, especially as it pertained to her and him, he spoke again. “I did add in Sayers’ Gaudy Night, because if you haven’t read it, you must, it was written for you, and I can’t take the credit for knowing that. Pansy recommended it—”

“Pansy Parkinson?”

“Pansy Parkinson Finch-Fletchley,” Draco said. “She spends more of her time passing as an aristo Muggle than being a proper witch, but her family didn’t come out well on the other side of things. She’s an antiques dealer, they have a son who bears an unfortunate resemblance to a red-billed stork they’ve saddled with the name Peregrine and he’s been sent to some place called Harriot or Herring instead of Wizarding school. Wouldn’t even consider Beauxbatons.”

“Harrow. They sent him to Harrow. You may have broken me with this,” Hermione said, laughing helplessly. “The books and Pansy and Peregrine-the-stork—”

“Crane might be more apt, come to think of it,” Draco said.

“Broken, I said,” she gasped.

“Hardly,” he said. “Not how you’re made.”

“You’re overestimating me,” she said, speaking in her normal tone again.

“No,” he said. “I know you better than you think. There’s a difference. Now you ought to let me get to work grading these essays. The sofa and your novels await.”

Two hours later, she set a steaming mug of tea beside his left hand and briefly squeezed his hunched shoulder. If he hadn’t been half-dazed from reading the essays, he would have had a more pronounced response to her touch, the first time he could recall her initiating physical contact between them. However, the rambling lengths of parchment had nearly done him in.

“You do this every week? These are excruciating,” he said.

“Yes, but they’re learning. We were excruciating back then too. It wasn’t just being a double-agent under a crushing load of guilt and stocking the infirmary’s potions for Dumbledore to use that budget for the Order of the Phoenix that made Snape so exhausted,” she said.

“I would have said snarky,” Draco replied. “Biting. Derisive. And he was my Head of House and obviously favored us.”

“He did have a mouth on him, didn’t he?” she said nostalgically. “And when he was really put out, you could hear the Manchester in him. Drink the tea. I added a lot of honey.”

“For strength?” Draco asked. “Once more unto the breach and all that?”

“Because you like it sweet,” she said. “You can tell Pansy she was right. I’m loving Gaudy Night.”

“I thought you’d start with Austen,” he said.

“Those are old friends. I thought I’d try something new,” she said.

#dramione #draco x hermione #hogwarts professors #hurt/comfort #mostly just comfort #grading someone else's papers as a love language #tea and sympathy #romance #slow burn #references to Pansy Parkinson #discussion of Snape #So Many Romance Novels #widower!draco #posted on AO3

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Master list

Key: 🌧️-angst, 🎀-parental, 🌻-fluff

Stories

The sacrifice. Bucky Barnes x Yn Zombie Apocalypse AU Story. 10 chapters. Completed. 🌻🌧️

I Miss When We First Met. Draco x YN Potter. Enemies to lovers, love triangle, slow burn. Completed🌧️🌻

Marvel Oneshots

Truth. Loki x yn. enemies to lovers 🌧️🌻

Support. Dad Tony 🌻🎀

Ily3000. Dad Tony comfort 🌻🌧️🎀

Assistance. teen yn sh comfort w/tony stark 🎀🌧️🌻

Let it out. Bucky hurt/comfort 🌧️🌻

Forevermore. Dad Loki🎀🌻

Rainy Nights. Fem Loki x reader 🌻

Widow friends. Platonic Yelena x yn🌻

Moon dad's meet yn🎀🌻

Moon dad's part 2 🎀🌻

Hot Coffee. Wanda x GN!yn 🌻

Date night Drama. Dad tony, romantic Bucky. 🌻🎀

Sick Mornings. Dad Clint Barton x GN!yn 🌻🎀

Mob!Dad!Bucky x teen!YN🎀🌻

OverprotectiveDad!StephenStrangexGN!teen!yn🎀🌻

Unbearable. F!Loki x GN!YN sh comfort 🎀🌧️

Sick Nights. Kate Bishop x YN 🌻🎀

Runaway. Dad tony, brother Peter x teen!yn🎀🌻🌧️

Home. Dad!Stucky x overwhelmed YN 🌧️🌻🎀

Giving the avengers pride flags!!Pride month fluff🌻🏳️‍🌈

Star Wars One-shots

Din Djarin x teen!GN!yn🎀🌻🌧️ part 2

Harry Potter one-shots/HC

Draco x Male Reader HC 🌻🏳️‍🌈

FTM!Regulus HC hurt/comfort jegulus🌧️🌻🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

Rosekiller headcanons🌻🏳️‍🌈

Dad Wolfstar/brother Harry Headcannons GN!yn🌻🎀

Dating James Potter Headcannons🌻

Platonic Ominis, Sebastian, Anne x GN!yn🌧️🌻

Sebastian/Ominis x Yn dating HC 🌻

Seb and Omi depression comfort🌧️🌻

Blonde hair. Draco's sister🌧️🌻🎀

Other One-shots

Basil Stitt "lightning face" x GN!teen!YN🎀🌻🌧️

Marvel characters react

Marvel men react to you being upset 🌧️🌻

React to you being overwhelmed 🌧️🌻

React to you coming out🌻🏳️‍🌈

Marvel characters as your parents🎀🌻

Going to vormir with you🌧️

React to you getting sick🌧️🌻

React to you on your period 🌻

Falling asleep on them🌻

Proposing to you🌻

Taking you on a date🌻

React to you passing out🌧️🌻

Other

Matching Marvel pfps

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Week 50

Sirius Black & The Six by bellababe

Rated M. 79k. Wolfstar

“Remus Lupin, frontman for The Six.” Sirius took a long drag off his cigarette, looking up at the dense evening sky. “You know, I asked around about you. You’re quite the mystery.”

Remus shrugged. “Not much for the spotlight.”

“Right,” Sirius drawled. “I bet you’re also not much for the rock ‘n roll perks.”

Remus tensed, sparing Sirius a scathing glance. “I’m sober now.”

Sirius quirked a brow in disbelief. Remus scowled at his nonchalance, unwilling to explain himself and scared that maybe, just maybe, the disbelief was warranted.

Dress up in You by MsKingBean89

Rated M. 88k. Wolfstar

Non-magical modern AU - Marauders/Wolfstar

Sirius attends a charity rock gig organised by his best friend's girlfriend, and the tall, quiet bassist catches his eye...

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers by poppunkpadfoot (StormVandal)

Rated T. 12k. Wolfstar

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and…

And a baby strapped to his chest.

Okay.

daydreaming into the night by @krethes

Rated E. 14k. Drarry

Newly divorced Harry Potter has been having some...concerning daydreams, where he wakes up sticky and more tired than when he started. Widower Draco Malfoy has also been having some explicit daydreams, often coming back to reality in a similar state. It's probably just a coincidence, right?

Did You Miss Me? By Fantismal and Krethes

Rated E. 641k. Wolfstar

Though the new boy at Hogwarts University, James Potter, appears to be an adorable himbo with deep pockets, Remus Lupin and his friends instead find a horrifically dark past on Google. Did he really attack that boy and leave him for dead? Why won't he talk about his mysterious childhood best friend, "Pups"? Would it kill him to stop messing with his hair?

At least Remus got his phone back after losing it, but now he can't stop texting the mysterious number of the man who had sent it back. Padfoot is funny and charming, and Remus is NOT going to fall in love with him.

#fic recs #fanfic #hp fanfic #wolfstar #ao3fic #drarry #wolfstar fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic

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Draco: Papa?

Severus: Yes, sweetheart?

Draco: Why do you sometimes call father like I do?

Lucius: Huh? What does that mean?

Draco: I was thirsty last night and on my way to the kitchen I heard papa calling you daddy.

Draco: But father is not your daddy, papa. He is your husband.

Severus: You're correct my little dragon.

Severus: *glares at Lucius* And soon I'll be a widow because your father can't even cast a simple silencing spell.

Lucius: *gulps* Dearest, I can explain.

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Perfectly Primped in Every Way

“Pansy, what the fuck did you do to me?”

Pansy turned and looked at Draco’s head which was currently sticking out of the floo and raised one eyebrow. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to but with that tone, what you should be worrying about, is what I am going to do with you.”

Draco stepped through the floo and drew himself up to his full height. He was dressed in a very stylish blue muggle suit with a pressed white shirt and a tie that set off the blue tones in his eyes. Pansy took a moment to congratulate herself, the man looked a million dollars thanks to her. Whilst her passion lay in the art of magical aesthetics, she did pride herself on her ability to dress a man. Hermione was not going to know what hit her.

“I don’t have time for this Pansy, my date with Granger is in less than an hour.” He ran his hands nervously through his hair as she watched.

Pansy crossed her arms across her chest. “You look amazing. You’re welcome by the way.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes as he let out a sigh of exasperation. “Pansy what was in that potion bottle? You told me it would fix my situation.”

He gestured toward his head helplessly. Pansy frowned as she looked up at him. He was correct. The potion that she had given him had done little to correct his receding hairline and rapidly exaggerated widows peak. It really should have started to work by now.

She tsk’d as she walked toward the bathroom, Draco trailing forlornly behind her. Dragging open the cabinet where she stored all her experimental products she frowned. There, sitting front and centre, was the exact potion that Draco was supposed to have taken. She picked it out and held it up in front of his face.

“I wouldn’t have thought I’d have to explain this but in order for a potion to work, you do actually need to drink it.”

Draco looked between the potion and Pansy, his brows furrowing. “That looks nothing like the potion you told me to take.”

Pansy slammed the potion back down into the cupboard. “I told you to take the light red one in the straight cylindrical bottle. If you didn’t take this one, what did you take?”

When she looked back at Draco he was blushing furiously. “I don’t know,” he muttered quietly.

“Well, what did it do?” she asked tapping her wand impatiently on her leg.

He blushed even redder and looked down at his feet. “It changed the hair in another area.”

Pansy frowned and looked back in the cupboard. All her depilatory potions seemed to be in place, a fact she was most thankful for, because Ron had asked her to go swimming tomorrow and she wanted to make his mouth drop in that adorable way it did when she was looking particularly ravishing. Besides, if it all went well, she might finally get a chance to use her new recipe.

She stopped suddenly and moved a couple of the vials around before she spun back to face Draco.

“No!” she gushed out as her gaze travelled down to his crotch where he appeared to be shifting nervously. She pushed her hair back with her hands. “That was brand new and totally experimental! I was going to use it if Ron managed to make it passed the word ‘Hello.’”

Draco’s face twisted in disgust. “I did not need to know what you planned to do with the Weasel. How do I fix it?”

Pansy found it very difficult to raise her eyes. Somewhere underneath that blue fabric was a tuft of pubic hair perfectly shaped into a heart and dyed bright pink. She had spent weeks on the formula. It also made the area smell faintly like strawberries and shimmer ever so slightly.

“What a waste,” she said despondently.

“Well?” Draco asked, stamping his foot impatiently.

“It’s experimental Draco,” Pansy explained. “There is no reversal potion.”

“What!?” he exclaimed. “I can’t go like this.”

Pansy shrugged as she dragged her eyes back up to his face. “You never know. Hermione might like it.” She walked back into the lounge room and ushered him toward the floo.

With a few more grumbles and several thinly veiled threats, she managed to get him back into the floo and out of her apartment. She hoped Hermione appreciated the sacrifice she had made here. Instead of having an extra hour to sit in front of her television and watch reruns of that muggle TV show that she was addicted to: Merlin, she would be getting up at the crack of dawn to brew up a new batch. She tried to look at the silver lining. Maybe this was for the best. After all, she really was unhappy with the shimmer on the last one. The next version would be far better.

#Dramione #Pansy Parkinson #Draco Malfoy #Hermione Granger #comedy #fluff #hp fanfic

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