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Dramione Drabble #4

Summary: One could currently describe Hermione in two words. Pregnant and moody.

For the fourth night in a row, the little monster kept her awake. Oh, yes, you heard that right. Hermione Granger just called her unborn son a little monster. However, that was only one of the colourful descriptions she gave the Malfoy heir growing inside of her. Ever since she was pregnant, she hadn’t gotten a full night’s sleep. First, there were the waves of nausea that kept her locked in the bathroom for hours at a time. When those finally disappeared, the devil’s spawn decided to take up a new hobby—playing soccer with her stomach.

All those women who claimed being pregnant was ‘perfect bliss’ were clearly dazzled with hormones running wild. Hermione would happily hex them into oblivion if it meant she could finally sleep undisturbed for a few hours.

She currently lay on her favourite ‘chaise longue’ in the small library, a pile of books and a cup of lemon tea next to her. It was seven in the morning and rays of light shone through the curtains. Great, another sleepless night. Just when the little beast gave another well-aimed kick to her stomach, the door to the library opened. Hermione didn’t have to turn around to see who entered. She already knew who it was; the demon who was responsible for putting this horror inside of her.

“How’s my darling wife? Did little Scorpius keep you up again?”

Draco took a seat at the end of the couch, trying to fasten his cufflinks. Hermione acted as if she didn’t hear him.

“Hermione?” he asked tentatively. Her husband was already familiar with the mood swings of his pregnant wife.

“I hate you, Draco Malfoy.”

“Pray tell, what have I done now?”

Hermione stood up and waddled - yes, waddled - to the middle of the room and threw her hands in the air.

“I hate you for being able to sleep!”

“My love, please be rational. You know you can’t possibly hold that against me.”

“I don’t care! I hate you, and you will not convince me otherwise! I’m never getting pregnant ever again!”

Draco knew there was no talking to Hermione when she was in such a state. But heaven’s beheld, he tried, besotted fool he was.

“Darling, try to remember how happy you were when you found out you were pregnant. It’s only a few more weeks.”

“Oh yes, because staying awake for a few more weeks is no big deal! I’m going back to bed!”

“Sweetheart, let’s first take breakfast together. Maybe it will take your mind off things.”

“Wasn’t I articulate enough?”. With that statement, Hermione inelegantly marched through the doors, almost bumping into a shocked Narcissa.

“What was that all about?”

Draco shook his head and drew up his shoulders. “I suppose she didn’t sleep well.”

“Ah,” Narcissa nodded in understanding, “did you try pickles?”

“She finished the last two jars yesterday, and we also ran out of peanut butter.”

His mother took a seat next to him and patted him on the shoulder.

“I guess we’re in for a rough morning? Shall I ask Mipsy to do groceries?”

“Please do, Malfoy Manor will be burnt to the grounds if she can’t find any pickles with peanut butter by this afternoon.”

Draco Malfoy loved his wife dearly. But heaven’s, the woman had turned into a hellion since she was pregnant.

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In For A Penny #1

I finally gathered enough courage to post the first chapter of my very first multi-chapter Dramione fic! Can’t wait to hear your feedback!

Title:  In For A Penny

Summary: Hermione Granger is living a simple life in a countryside village. Not exactly the life she dreamed of. Add some marital problems and a non-existing career, and you get a very dicontented Golden Girl. That’s until she unexpectedly reconnects with a certain blonde wizard.

ff.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13723027/1/In-For-A-Penny ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27081190/chapters/66123880

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Dramione One-shot #1

Couldn’t be more excited! I just published my very first Dramione one-shot! Let me know what you think!

Title: Greedy

Summary: Draco Malfoy cannot believe his luck when Hermione Granger walks into his favorite bar. What she does next, leaves him searching for words.

ff.net - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13629798/1/Greedy ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/24985243

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Dramione Drabble #3

Inspired by a prompt posted by @write-it-motherfuckers

Summary: Hermione has a near-death experience, or so she believes.

This was absurd. Preposterous actually. Hermione Granger fooled teachers, fought Death Eaters on more than one occasion and faced Voldemort himself during the war. She successfully managed to avoid Death. But unfortunately, one could only escape destiny for so long. The moment she would die had finally arrived. Hermione kept her eyes closed and silently begged to let this end quickly. She was on the edge of fainting but insisted on staring her faith right in the eye, as the true Gryffindor she was.

And all of a sudden, it was over. As swift as it began. She shakily released the breath she was holding.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here,” she whispered, “I never thought we’d make it.”

The blond wizard currently sitting in the driver’s seat let out an exasperated sigh and turned to face her.

“For Merlin’s sake, Hermione, my driving isn’t that bad.”

“You almost hit a tree a few blocks ago, several people had to jump out of your way and I’m not even talking about the ridiculous speed you’re taking your turns at!” Hermione threw her hands in the air, desperately trying not to lose her temper, slowly recovering from the stress she endured the last ten minutes.

“They planted that tree in the worst place possible and in my defense, pedestrians should walk on the pavement, not on the street.” Draco countered, as if he was completely reasonable.

“Those pedestrians were cróssing the street, at a crosswalk I might add! They had every right to be there!”

“Okay. So maybe I didn’t quite catch that. But honestly, what were they thinking to plant a large oak tree in that exact spot. Accidents are bound to happen!”

Hermione pinched her nose and counted to ten. Her patience was wearing thin and she was on the edge of losing her mind. Draco was never driving a car again. Over her dead body.

“And so you thought that honking and passing by with mere inches to spare would do what? Make the tree move?” she answered in a clipped voice.

There was a short silence before Draco answered her.

“I did obtain my drivers license, you know.” He stated in his most arrogant, pureblooded tone.

“You casted a Confundus over the examinator, Malfoy!”

“Irrelevant details, in my humble opinion. My name is on that drivers license and in theory that makes me qualified to drive a car.” He retorted.

No longer finding the energy to continue the argument, Hermione got out of the car and started to walk towards 12 Grimmauld Place. She was quite put off with her husband for the moment but on the other hand, did she expect anything less? She did marry a Slytherin after all, and a Malfoy at that.

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Dramione Drabble #2

Inspired by prompt #95 of @writersblockwithprompts

Summary: Hermione and Draco are on a mission together, but things never go as planned.

“Draco Malfoy, if we ever get out of this situation, I’m going to-”. She was brutally interrupted mid-sentence by the blond wizard who sat in the cell opposite hers.

“Yes, you’re going to kill me. Go stand in line behind all those other witches, Granger. Would you mind putting that fantastic brain of yours to work and actually find a solution out of this predicament? Or do you insist on wasting time threatening my life?”

Hermione was so furious that she felt as if she was to burst out of her skin. Malfoy was certainly not helping matters by casually leaning back against the back wall of his cell, inspecting his finger nails. Both Draco and herself recently obtained their Auror license and this was their first mission as a team. Unfortunately, putting a Slytherin and Gryffindor together seemed to be a recipe for disaster, because the moment they set foot on French soil, both got arrested by border control.

“How did this happen in the first place? I thought you said you’ve been studying French for the past 7 years!” Hermione threw her hands in the air and let out an exasperated sigh.

“I have been! Unfortunately, Madame Lacroix did not teach me the needed phrases to explain Muggles why we were carrying a whole bag of suspicious looking potion ingredients or why we both refused to hand over our ‘wooden sticks’ for closer inspection. But if you insist on fretting on how we got here, let me do the honors of getting us out.”

Draco pushed himself off the wall and strode towards the iron bars of his prison cell. He called for the police officer in fluent French. Hermione begrudgingly admitted to herself that he did indeed master the language. A slightly annoyed police officer came out of the small office opposite the hall and walked towards them.

“Monsieur, y-a-t-il un problème?” he asked politely.

The portly man never received an answer to his question, because Draco immediately threw Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder in the man’s face from the moment he stood close enough. Taking advantage of the panicked state of the officer, Draco stole the keys out of his pockets and let himself out of his prison cell. He quickly obtained their wands from the nearby office and unlocked Hermione’s cell with a whispered “Alohomora”. Conscious of the fact that the Powder almost lost its effect, Draco grabbed Hermione’s hand and apparated them both into the alley outside the building.

“That was the most idiotic thing you ever pulled off, Malfoy! How will we explain to Robards that we used an unregistered magical powder which was not properly tested in a safe environment? Don’t think for a second that I will complete the paper work-”.

She was again brutally interrupted by the same handsome blond wizard. This time, however, Malfoy had her pinned against the wall of the alley, her hands behind her back. Hermione looked up and saw a glimpse of the wild look in his eyes, just before he dipped his head and started kissing her passionately. After what seemed like minutes, hours, days, he finally drew back to catch his breath.

“If I knew it was this easy to shut you up for a minute, I would’ve done this ages ago” he whispered huskily, and before she could think of an answer, he was kissing her again.

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Dramione Drabble #1

Inspired by prompt #99 of @writing-is-ruining-my-life

Summary: It’s our Golden Girl’s birthday

Hermione Granger hated surprises. No, she abhorred surprises. Absolutely detested them up until the point where she believed surprises of any kind should be banned by law. What was the point of them anyway? Take away every sense of control a human being possessed? No, surprises did not serve any higher purpose and people who actually líked them were out of their minds. Downright crazy in her humble opinion.

That was the reason why she currently stood frozen at the entrance of her apartment, a sour look on her face. In any other instance, she would’ve been delighted to see her closest friends staring back at her from the other side of her living room. Her mood did not lighten at all when they started singing “Happy Birthday, Hermione”.

There was only one person who would dare to organize such an event, effectively risking her anger and wrath. She turned around and looked up at her husband, not quite convinced on how to react.

“I don’t know if I should kiss you or kill you, Draco.”

“Can I pick?” he replied. She felt him smirking in her curls. “Darling, you can punish me tonight in all manners you consider appropriate. I’ll have you know that I find nothing more arousing than you lecturing me on my poor behaviour. But I think we can agree on getting inside for now to greet your friends. They cannot wait to wish you a great birthday.”

He placed a tentative kiss on her lips, full of promises for the night to come.