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IF THE WAR DIDN'T KILL US ALL – Dramione long-shot

🖤Chapters 4 and 5 out now – and some of this is the most heart-wrenching writing I've ever done🖤 I’m as grateful for your support as ever — please don’t stop commenting. It seriously boosts my productivity tenfold. Also, CAN'T WAIT to show you what's next.

Chapter 4: Golden Couple, My Arse Hermione's POV

When she returns to her office, she finds a small note waiting on her desk:

I am one Floo call away, baby — and ready to find him and Bat-Bogey his ass into next Christmas at your first word.They wouldn’t send the most popular wife and mother of the Wizarding World to Azkaban even if they wanted to.The kids are sick. Couldn’t get them to Bill’s. Have that drink for me, would you?P.S. — If you ever need to hide some unnamed black-haired, skinny-ass Ravenclaw body, just send a Patronus.— Love, Gin.

Tears tug at the corners of Hermione’s eyes at the sight of her fiery friend’s unwavering support — even if it means going against her own family.

She flinches slightly at “most popular wife and mother of the Wizarding World,” but smiles, making a mental note to take Ginny out for some long-overdue girls’ time as soon as she can. She quickly scribbles back:

Friday night. You and I. Lots of tequila shots and Taylor Swift karaoke.Tell your husband he’s on kid duty until Saturday evening — even if it means he has to quit the Auror Office.

P.S. — I pay for the tequila, you wear that silver dress you bought last month.— Love, Mi

Then she dives into the memories — and doesn’t notice the next six hours fly by.

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Chapter 5: A Single Rose For Every Trauma Ginny's POV (you want to read this, I promise)

She sees a tall, tanned figure leaning lazily against a cold red brick wall, and for some reason, her stomach flutters. Her feet move on their own accord — closer to the man she now recognizes as Blaise Zabini.

“Madame Potter,” he greets her with a nod, flashing a small smile and perfect white teeth. “Would you join me for a smoke?”

He pulls out a small leather cigarette case and opens it, and she just stares at him, momentarily dumbstruck. Then, finally, she stretches out her hand and shyly takes one of the cigarettes, placing it between her lips.

He meets her gaze as he lights her cigarette with the tip of his wand — and the moment feels so intimate she nearly cries. She breaks eye contact quickly, berating herself inwardly.

“So, what is a woman as astonishing as yourself doing all alone in Diagon Alley so late in the evening?” he asks, teasing. “Must I send an owl to a certain War Hero and explain the basics of l'étiquette when it comes to wooing a lady?”

And that’s when she breaks.

She begins crying — not delicately, not prettily, but with full, guttural sobs, the kind she hasn’t allowed herself in years. Blaise watches her at first, clearly startled, but then his expression changes — eyes flashing with cold fury before softening unmistakably.

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IF THE WAR DIDN'T KILL US ALL – Dramione long-shot

🖤Third Chapter out now – and it's Harry's POV!🖤

Harry

There is one single moment in Harry Potter’s daily routine when he doesn’t hate the world he lives in — and life in general — and that is the short thirty minutes between 6 and 6:30 a.m. He makes his own coffee the Muggle way — barefoot, not even stopping to brush his teeth on his way to the kitchen. Number 12 Grimmauld Place is eerily still, and everyone has yet to wake up except for its current owner, who sits alone on a single chair near the window and hypnotizes his coffee mug.

Today’s mug says “Best farter father ever,” because Hermione thought it would be a hilarious tradition to gift him a dad-joke mug every Christmas since he became a father.

He listens to the clock ticking, watches the street outside begin to stir — a few early risers rushing past. Sometimes he smokes at the half-open window, or just stands there, breathing.

This is the single moment of the day when he is not Harry Potter, The Great Saviour of the Wizarding World, not Harry Potter the Head Auror, not Harry Potter the father of two beautiful sons, and not Harry Potter the dutiful husband.

He is just 26 — and absolutely lost. fic: If The War Didn't Kill Us All author: dariaa_ria link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65887585/chapters/169890421

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🖤It's time for some quality Dramione🖤

On January 13th, Hermione Granger-Weasley is officially appointed Head Historian by Kingsley, who is all charm and compliments. Hands are shaken, a press release is issued, proclaiming her the Legal Prodigy, War Hero, Brightest Witch of Her Age — chosen to document and archive war events for future generations to study and memorize. So that another war may never happen. So that the truth may be delivered — about the horrendous events of her adolescence.

She should be happy, really. Somehow, she’s not.

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fic: If The War Didn't K!ll Us All

author: dariaa_ria

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65887585/chapters/169728559

Hermione Granger-Weasley is appointed Head Historian to document the war that nearly broke her. But as she dives into sealed memories and redacted testimonies, she uncovers a truth the Ministry buried — and the names they sacrificed to protect their legacy.

The Slytherins weren’t traitors. They were weapons. And the heroes she once believed in turn out to be the real villains of her story.

Her marriage crumbles. Her life is threatened. And Draco Malfoy — the boy she was told to hate — may be the only one who remembers what they all chose to forget.

This is not a story about forgiveness.

It’s a story about memory.

And what it costs to finally tell the truth.

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Two chapters are already out now! Please, enjoy and let me know what you think!