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↳ chapter 7: draco malfoy & hermione granger - the malfoys by rita skeeter [click image to enlarge]

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“My father will hear about this” — Draco Malfoy

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Dramione One-Shot

This is for my blog of the month @katnisservdeen! Hope you enjoy it, Bailey.

“Malfoy, for the love of god! You scared me!” Hermione hissed. She clutched her library book and pulled it toward her chest, searching for his eyes in the dimly lit closet.

She hated when he would shove her into a dark broom closet without any warning. He was like a snake, he moved so quickly and quietly. Or maybe Hermione was just uncoordinated. She didn’t want to think about it and how he had the upper-hand with physicality. 

“What’s got your wand in a knot today, Granger? I just wanted to see you.”

Her eyes adjusted enough so she could see him now. His hair was disheveled and there was sweat dripping from the ends. He just got back from Quidditch practice. She felt chills run up her spine as he traced his fingers across her forearm lightly. He always did that when he genuinely had missed her.

“Sorry, I’m just tense,” she explained, “I feel like Harry is catching on. He has been watching you so obsessively with the map, he probably knows I’m with you right this second.” 

He sighed as he moved his hand up her arm so it was now cupping her cheek. She was forced to look him in the eye. His eyes looked very relaxed tonight, which was different than they had been looking lately. Hermione had gotten to know his eyes well over the past two years with their secret broom closet meetings. They were dark, almost black in a dimly lit room when he was stressed. They were grey like a clouded storm when he was feeling alright. His eyes had been black more than not recently. 

“You should really confront Potter about this crush he has on me. If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re jealous.” He teased.

She rolled her eyes as he smirked. Before she could reply, he tilted his head towards hers and lightly brushed his lips with her’s. It was gentle and tentative, nothing like she was used to.

Draco was usually always going in with full force. She tried to act like his passion annoyed her, but she secretly loved it. It was a thrill that she always had to hide the marks he gave her from Ron and Harry. 

She pulled away to look him in the eyes again. He looked dazed.

“What is it? Draco, are you alright?”

“I need to tell you something, Granger.” He explained. 

He still never called her Hermione, it used to bother her, but she would find it weird now any other way.

“Go on,” she urged, “We don’t have much time.”

She watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed to begin his speech. She felt oddly aroused, but she quickly pushed those thoughts out of her head. They didn’t have time for that tonight.

“I feel happy tonight, happy for the first time in awhile. I’m not going to explain why, and I expect you to respect my privacy.”

“But if I can hel-”

“Stop, let me finish.”

She obeyed, but she was frustrated and concerned. But when was she not?

“Just know that things will change, and I’m sorry. They have to. I just need to enjoy tonight, this high I feel. Granger, I don’t tell you this enough, but I do love you. I just want you to remember that. Remember this moment, no matter what happens. I want you to remember it even when it doesn’t feel real anymore.”

She could see now his neck was flushed. His neck always flushed after he expressed his feelings for her.

She wanted to ask more questions, but she knew she shouldn’t. It would be too hurtful, too honest. She didn’t want to face reality, not yet. She knew Harry was close to figuring out what was going on with Draco. She just wanted to ignore it. She didn’t want to know the truth. The truth of who Draco was probably becoming.

“I love you too,” she replied softly, it was almost a whisper, “Come here.”

He leaned into her again, and she felt fire as his lips touched her’s. This was the passion she was waiting for, the passion she lived for. 

She decided tonight she would memorize everything about this. How he felt in her arms. The way his hair curled at the ends when it got too long, the heat radiating from his neck as they kissed, the way his long fingers felt as he grabbed her skin. How even though he was grabbing her with much force, he wasn’t giving her his all, as though he was afraid he would hurt her if he did otherwise.

It was here Hermione was blissfully happy, but she knew it could not last forever. Nothing could as long as Voldemort existed. 

They finally pulled away from each other, and she could feel his breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes to capture this moment; this feeling of serenity. 

“I have to go.” he whispered.

“I know.” 

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What Hermione did not know was that that was the last time she would see him for months, and as she lied there below Bellatrix, screaming for Ron to save her, she could not help but wonder, where did it all go wrong? Why was he standing there now doing nothing when she needed him most? 

She tried to remember his words, to remember that it was real, as her skin was being torn apart by a curse she was unfamiliar with. Mudblood now etched her skin, but it didn’t etch her heart, not the way Draco’s words did all those months ago. 

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draco and hermione (dramione) as lana del rey songs 6/? | video games

“i heard that you like the bad girls, honey—is that true?”

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Unconventional

“I like you, Granger. You’re like… a bad girl but only in the most conventional of ways.”

“Conventional?! Malfoy… please tell me what was conventional about trapping a grown woman inside a jar-“

“Shush, Granger, I’m not done,” he said, clearing his throat and resuming his appraising pose. “You’re rather bookish, but then so am I, truth be told, so I suppose I can’t hold it against you.”

“Ugh, you are path- what?”

“You heard me.”

“But I didn’t know- you like to re-“

“Your attachment to Potty and the Weasel is, however, pathetic,” he blurted.

She sat stunned, staring.

Eventually, she said, “As if you know anything whatsoever about my relationship with Harry and-“

“You’re stunning,” he said, not breaking eye contact.

She let out a shuddering breath.

“What?”

“You’re breathtaking and brilliant, and those two would have died immediately in the war if not for you.”

Her head was a pinwheel amidst a storm of shocking confessions.

“You’re the reason Voldemort is gone.”

She stared at his lips, waiting for more.

It came. Slowly.

“And I don’t think I’ve ever properly thanked you.”

She blinked. Thank her for?

“For speaking at my trial,” he finally said after a rather long pause.

She swallowed. No, she supposed he hadn’t thanked her, but for a nod on the way out of the court room.

Honestly, she had received it as something akin to a hug, given how gaunt and expressionless he’d been that day in the courtrooms.

He stood and walked around to her side of the table in the back of the Leakey Cauldron where he had unexpectedly joined her that evening.

Leaning down into the table in front of her, he said, “Thanks, Granger.”

His gray eyes bore deeply into hers, the bass of his voice sending a thrill through her body. What was happening to her?

His intense eye contact lingered for far too long before he drew back, eyes never leaving hers until he turned to go.

Somehow she’d stood and her hand had flown out and caught him by the wrist.

He went rigid, and they both looked down at their hands.

Looking over at her, he raised a brow in question. She tugged at his wrist ever so slightly, drawing him nearer.

To her shock and elation, he stepped towards her.

Then she shook her head almost manically, and said, “I- I don’t know why, but-“

Then her thought was dammed by her very own lips pressing against Malfoy’s. He’d been ready to receive her, and was clearly not as surprised by her action as she was. Their tongues writhed and swirled together as they tasted and explored one another. Hermione felt a remarkably pleasant sensation run down her spine and over the backs of her legs, causing her knees to wobble in the process.

Then his hands were everywhere. Touching, grasping, rubbing. His mouth broke free of hers as he began ravishing her neck. She slid one hand up to the back of his head, and without thinking, slipped the other down to his trousers, and they moaned in unison as her hand wrapped around him.

Suddenly a wolf whistle sounded from the far side of the room.

The room.

They were in public.

The Leakey Cauldron was packed on a Saturday night, and everyone inside had stopped speaking in order to focus on the bizarre event taking place in the back corner.

At the sound of the whistle, they jolted apart, looking around the room in a panic.

Hushed conversations were breaking out all around them, then someone shouted, “The death eater and the golden girl?!”

Hermione recognized the man as Rita Skeeter’s news photographer, Bozo.

“Well, I need to owl Rita!” he said, drunkenly stumbling towards the door.

“Levicorpus!” said a bored voice from a solo table in a dark alcove near the front of the bar.

Bozo flew into the air by his ankle, screaming in high pitched tones.

The formidable form of Severus Snape stood from the alcove and looked over at Hermione and Malfoy, nodding his head once before turning to drag a floating Bozo from the establishment.

The rest of the crowd tore their eyes away reluctantly, from both the exiting wizards and the well known pair in the back.

Hermione looked up at Malfoy as he turned back to face her.

For a moment they just stared at one another, before a small smirk began to grow on her lips.

“What?” he asked.

Hermione raised an eyebrow and said, “How was that for unconventional?”

At this, he cracked a smirk and motioned for her to follow him over to the floo. His flat was, after all, only a few grates away.

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for @slytherdornet​ spring event ➺ draco x hermione:

and you, in shades of blue

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❝ i never realized, though, that by hiding him away from this gossiping, judgmental world, i ensured that my son would emerge shrouded in worse suspicion than i ever endured. ❞

↳ happy birthday draco malfoy! (june 5th, 1980)

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Dramione Prompt: “They warned me about you, I should have listened.”

A little dramione fic I just wrote from this prompt suggested by @xxxmikanxxx 

“They warned me about you, I should have listened.”

Hermione scoffed, gaping at him incredulously.

“Draco Malfoy, how dare you!”

“What? It’s true. Harry and Ron said you’d be impossible as a study partner. Clearly they were drawing on personal experience.”

They sat at the kitchen table of Grimmauld place, NEWT practice exams and copious pages of notes strewn across the table.

She rolled her eyes and gestured to the table top.

“What I’m saying is this level of disorganization must first be dealt with before we can adequately prepare! Besides, I didn’t take you for a slob, Malfoy.”

“It’s organized chaos, Granger. If you look closely you’ll notice the pattern.”

She squinted her eyes at him and then down at the pages. In all the time he’d been a spy for the order, they’d never studied together. She’d always known he had a brilliant mind, of course, but school had been the least of their worries. Now that the war was over and they were on to normal life, completing their schoolwork seemed the next correct action for both Draco and Hermione, while most of their other friends had opted to take ministry jobs and professional quidditch team positions.

And so there she was, in Harry’s kitchen during Christmas break, studying with Draco Malfoy of all people. Well, she supposed it wasn’t far fetched, given that Malfoy Manor had been reduced to cinders in the war, along with Draco’s family.

She supposed in some odd way, she was sort of like his family now.

Sort of.

They certainly spent a lot of time together. Her choice to sit with him at the Slytherin table was a mixture of political statement and convenience, given that none of her fellow 8th year Gryffindors had returned to Hogwarts. Then there were Prefect rounds. Yes, she saw a lot of him, but they hadn’t been alone together outside of school until now.

She leaned in, keen to quickly work out whatever he was insinuating about his so-called organization of papers. Her eyes scanned the notes furiously for some glimmer of recognition. She was the seeker in desperate need to end the game quickly.

Where was that damned golden ball?

He leaned in next to her and murmured, “Concentrate now, Granger. Surely you see it already? Or is that brilliant mind no longer as sharp as it once was?”

She gasped and turned to glare at him, not having realized how close he’d gotten. Their faces were centimeters apart.

The air between them hummed with anticipation. Of what, she hardly wanted to know.

Then her heart began to pound as he smirked, but did not break eye contact.

“I’ll tell you what,” he murmured. “I’m going to go pour some firewhisky. Once you’ve worked it out, come and join me in the sitting room with your answer.”

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Hermione Granger

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86 and 87 for the prompt drabble thing? Thank you!

Draco knew something was up the second he stepped out of the floo and noticed his wife sitting on the couch with a blank expression on her face. He took a few small steps, growing worried when she didn’t acknowledge he was home.

“Hermione?”

There was no response. He felt himself on the edge of panic but was caught off guard as she looked towards him and smiled.

“What the fu-,” he was cut off by said girl throwing herself at him and pulling him into a very tight hug.

“What’s going on?”

Still no answer.

Draco was starting to think the curly haired Gryffindor had finally gone mad.

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.” He huffed.

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh as she kissed him deeply.

“I’m pregnant!”

The blond haired boy felt his body go numb as he repeated the words to himself. Pregnant? They had tried so long, had been to multiple healers who had told them it was almost impossible for Hermione to conceive thanks to his deranged aunt.

His hearing went fuzzy and he felt the relief, excitement and fear wash over him like rain. In a matter of seconds everything went black.

“Stay awake, Draco.” He could hear Hermione’s gentle voice, but she sounded so far away.

“Are you okay, Malfoy?”

That was Potter, or maybe Weasley? He wasn’t sure.

He felt soft hands caress his cheek as the events from earlier came rushing back to him. He sat up with a gasp and grabbed the pair of hands that had been against his face.

“You’re really pregnant? You’re sure? We’re gonna be parents, I’m going to be a dad.”

Relieved sighs filled the room as Hermione assured him that she was in fact pregnant.

“I can’t believe you passed out,” Ron snickered from his spot beside Hermione.

“Shut up, Weasel.”

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It could have been worse.

He should have known better, Draco thought with a grimace. 

But the thing was, Granger was the smartest witch of her age. Granger knew things. Obscure facts. Which great Wizard had battled against which muggle superpower in which year. She knew how to garden. She crocheted. 

So when she’d said she would give him a haircut, he simply hadn’t considered she couldn’t. Now he had a glaring bald spot right above his forehead, and a smaller one to the right, above his ear. 

He couldn’t to understand how she had so catastrophically failed to cut his hair with a charmed muggle contraption she’d insisted she’d used at least a dozen times. 

“I don’t see why you are so upset, Draco.” Talk about the devil and there she was. 

“Really, Granger? You can’t be that dense.” Draco glared at Granger through the mirror. “But wait, I seem to have miscalculated how smart you are.”

“It was an accident,” she said with a sigh, leaning against the door frame and running a hand through the thick mane of her hair, which was still attached to her head. “I already told you-”

“That you’d charmed it with an anti-hair growth charm? Or that you’d never cut hair with it?”

“Draco, you know I didn’t do this on purpose.” she reached her hand to brush her hand through his hair, unsuccessfully trying to flatten his remaining hair to hide the bald spot. “I’d really forgotten about the charm. I used it for my legs, you know, and-”

“Granger, shaving your legs isn’t the same thing as giving a hair-cut.” He shrugged off her hand and turned to face her. 

“It would look better if you would just shave your head.”

“No.”

“Draco, you’ll be really handsome-”

“No.”

“You can definitely pull it off-”

“I-” said Draco through clenched teeth, “Don’t- want- to- be- bald!” He pushed past her in a huff and went straight to bed, tugging the comforter over to his side. 

“Honestly, Draco, you are just overreacting.”

“Why don’t you try shaving your head, Granger? It would go well with your cold heart.” He pulled the covers over his head and snuggled deeper into the bed. He heard her sigh again before the bathroom door shut and the sound of the shower running drowned out her voice.

He was still too upset to sleep when she came out of the bathroom. He heard her feet tip-tapping about the wooden floor, lightly humming an off-key tune. How had he trusted someone who couldn’t sing to cut his hair? T

Finally, the bed shifted under her weight, and he felt her get under the covers. Childishly, he pulled the covers further towards his end even as they pooled on the floor on the side of the bed. 

“Come on, Draco, you can’t be that mad.” He felt Granger’s fingers tap lightly against the covers. “Draco.” She tried again when he wouldn’t budge. “Look at me.”

Suddenly, she yanked the covers off of him, and Draco was forced to look at her, towering over him like a giant, her lips curled into a smile, and her uncontrollable mane of hair conspicuously absent. “So, how charming do I look? Does it go well with my cold heart?”

“What the fuck did you do, Granger?” He scrambled up on the bed and grabbed her by her shoulders, eyes scanning frantically across the expanse of her very bald scalp.

“I figured we’d be bald together.”

No. Draco thought in dawning horror. Not all that beautiful hair. He’d always liked her hair, even as he complained about it. It was bad enough that she’d cut his hair. 

Now neither of them had hair.

“Don’t look so aghast, Draco. It’s going to grow back. Just like yours will.”

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I was wondering if you could draw old-ish Dramione? Like, they're married with grown up kids and just adorable and old together? I really can't articulate my thoughts well, but -- grandparent Dramione, I guess! I love you art, and I love Dramione the best, so maybe you can draw this? If you want, of course! :D

Well, I’ve drawn this piece below in May as a request for one of the blogs, but I wasn’t happy with it so I never posted it online (until now). Of course, they’re not just “old-ish” here, they are old, but idk it’s still somewhat close to what you’re asking I guess. There are a lot of things that I’d change, but I probably won’t because it’s not something I want to draw again :) At least not right now

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Pretty witches

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Quick little Dramione comic for you guys.

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hp spells: part 1