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Hello my lovelies! I won’t be writing any new Dramione for a bit, as I’ve embarked upon the new and exciting journey of original fiction!

I am posting it in the same manner that we all post fics, one chapter at a time, as I write it.

My story is a lady detective/murder mystery/rom com! All of my favorite genres smushed into one 🤭

You can read it for free on my new blog, The Meet-Cuterie - you do need to be subscribed, but it costs nothing. For your convenience, I will put the first chapter here! Enjoy!

Chapter 1

“Maxine, look at me.”

Enrico’s deep, sultry voice sent chills dancing up her spine. She quietly obeyed, looking up at him through her long, dark lashes. His brown eyes sparkled even in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the catering hall coat closet. He put a fingertip under her chin and gently lifted her gaze to meet his.

“I’m sorry I was so late. Can you forgive me?” he whispered, his mouth moving ever closer to her own.

Their noses grazed, and she felt her eyes fall closed as she replied, “Maybe.”

She could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “Maybe, huh?”

Her smile turned into a small laugh. “Yeah, maybe I’ll let you make it up to me,” she said, sliding her hands down the front of his crisp white button down. Enrico groaned as she reached his waistline, his arousal evident in the way he thrust his hips forward. Maxine was reminded of the way he’d moved on the dance floor, whenever she had the pleasure of being on cleaning duty in the ballroom with him after hours.

As marks went, Enrico was probably the hottest one she’d ever had the good fortune of needing to seduce. Well, it was a bit chicken/egg. She never would have gone the seduction route if he hadn’t been so attractive, she did have standards. There were plenty of ways to get a person to reveal their secrets without sex being involved, but it was certainly the fastest, and the most fun.

Alas, her time with super-hot Enrico was about to come to a close, and she thought they might as well go out with a bang. Pun(s) very much intended.

The jury was still out on whether she’d need to take it that far, however.

His pillowy lips met hers, and she sunk into him, letting out a little moan herself at the sensations coursing through her body from the way his tongue slowly swirled with hers like choreography.

Ever intent to keep her eyes on the prize, even when they were closed, she pictured the true object of desire: a small black memory card, which currently resided in the back pocket of Enrico’s black dress pants. For good measure, she let her hand meander back there, her finger lightly grazing the edge. It was yet unclear whether she could rely upon her amateur pickpocket skills, or if it would be wiser to remove his dress pants before removing the card.

Just as her fingers had clasped the zip of the pants in question, however, a distant but nearing voice made them both freeze. All events in the hall were currently underway, so the flood of new guests had been staunched, and was reliable to remain that way for a good thirty minutes, or so she thought.

“Get down,” Enrico whisper-shouted, moving swiftly over to the Dutch door and opening the top half as if he’d been dutifully waiting there all along. As she kneeled behind the closed bottom half, she could tell they’d been just in time, as a woman’s voice with an aristocratic British accent rang out clear as day.

“Well, hello there handsome! You weren’t here before, were you? No, of course you weren’t; I daresay I would have remembered you.”

Maxine made a silent mock-gag and rolled her eyes, while watching Enrico’s legs shift uncomfortably where he stood. Some of the women at these events could put even sleazy construction workers to shame with the way they harassed the young, attractive male workers. Then again, she wasn’t one to judge, given the way that she was currently exploiting her attractive male coworker in a decidedly more nefarious way than the randy older woman on the other side of the door.

“That’s right, I came in a bit late today,” Enrico replied, and without looking at his face, Maxine could hear his plastered-on fake grin.

“Oh, we are a naughty boy aren’t we?” the woman replied jovially.

The woman went on to explain in far too much detail that she needed to leave early due to her cat being out of surgery unexpectedly early. Maxine picked up a detail or two, like the cat’s full name (Mr. Winslow Worthington) and the location of their veterinarian’s office (half a block from Maxine’s office). Her true focus, however, had gone solely to Enrico’s back pocket.

The chance to get the memory card was one she’d been waiting on for over two weeks, and she mentally kicked herself for overestimating how much time she had. Unfortunately, her baser urges had clouded her better judgement, and she winced as she recalled that this was not the first time.

The woman was chatting Enrico’s ear off, and she could feel her chance slipping away. Even if no other guests interrupted them, it would be difficult to pick right back up where they’d left off after this interruption. Enrico would come to his senses, as he always did when she’d attempted this before.

The woman was going through her bag trying to find the ticket that she’d been given upon checking her coat. From the sound of it, she was zipping and unzipping various inner pockets of a purse, which caused Maxine to be struck with sudden inspiration. Pickpocketing it would be, but with a bit of a twist.

Without hesitation, lest she overthink it and lose her nerve, Maxine brought her fingers back to where they’d been when the woman had so rudely interrupted them, and pulled his zipper down in one swift motion. Enrico let out an involuntary gasp, his whole body tensing as he realized what she was doing.

The woman, inaccurately reading Enrico’s gasp as admiration of her designer purse, said, “Oh, isn’t the inner lining gorgeous? I get so many compliments!”

Maxine undid his button, causing the pants to slide down ever so slightly, and also causing Enrico to snatch her wrist between his fingers before she could go any further. She still had her other hand free, however, and while he was spouting some nonsense about the quality of the bag’s design, she deftly slid into the pocket of his pants where they were pooling around his mid-thigh, and retrieved the memory card at last. Then, in a move that was difficult but not impossible to accomplish while wearing a button down, she slid the card through the space between buttons and into her bra.

“Do you know what? I see my coat right there! The red one! Do be a darling and pass it to me just this once. You won’t get into too much trouble, I expect?”

She watched as Enrico looked over and spotted the coat, miraculously within arms reach. He retrieved it and handed it over, then wished the woman —and her cat— well before unceremoniously closing the half-door in her face before she could get another word in, then flipping the latch.

“Sorry!” Maxine whispered, covering her mouth as she giggled. “I couldn’t help—ah!” Enrico grabbed her wrist again and pulled her up to standing.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?” he said quietly, again bringing his lips to hers. She kissed him back with fervor, surprised that he wasn’t looking to end their encounter as he usually would. Perhaps he could sense that it was going to be their last time, on some subconscious level.

This was, admittedly, a bit of a problem. She had been counting on him to be put off by the interruption so that she could excuse herself and go back to finishing her shift in the back room. That, and, not risk the loss of the evidence she’d worked so hard to procure.

However, Maxine was a terrible sucker for sexy banter, and, as previously stated, Enrico was ridiculously hot. It also didn’t help that she’d had few opportunities for physical… release, as of late, and her body was making some very insistent demands of her in that moment.

Pulling back from the kiss, she intended to simply cut it short, like any professional would.

What ended up leaving her mouth instead, however, was, “I’m not so sure, what are you going to do with me?”

Even professionals needed a bit of fun now and again, didn’t they?

Enrico growled by way of reply, kissing her even more forcefully, and backing her into the now-closed door. One of his hands slid into her hair, his thumb grazing the side of her cheek as he sucked and nibbled on her bottom lip; her favorite thing.

She was so enraptured by what he was doing that she almost didn’t register the fact that his other hand had begun busily unbuttoning her shirt, his fingers drawing dangerously close to the exact spot where the memory card was sticking out of her bra.

She was quickly saved, however, when a pair of voices beyond the door grew suddenly loud, and someone jiggled the handle.

“He was just there! Where could he have gone?”

“Sorry, Ma’am,” said David, the owner of the catering hall, as a set of keys jingled. “No worries, we’ll find your coat.”

“I’m dreadfully sorry, I could have sworn this was my coat!”

“That’s why we use the number system, Ma’am, you just never can be sure.”

She and Enrico had just finished speed-dressing and she had slid between some larger coats in the back of the closet to hide before Enrico pulled open the top half of the door.

“Hey, boss!” he said, and Maxine had to bite down on her fist to keep from laughing at Enrico’s horrific attempt at a casual tone. She would take the heat for him once the guest was gone, she’d put him in this situation and she’d get him out of it.

Of course, he would likely be implemented in a major crime once she got the evidence currently tucked against her right boob back to her boss, so perhaps it didn’t matter. Getting fired, however, would be an even easier exit for her than finishing out her shift before disappearing.

“Rico, what in the world were you doing in—” David began in a severe whisper before cutting himself off. Peering through the coats, Maxine followed his eyeline to… her shoes.

Damn it, she thought, why did she choose today to wear her glittery black Converse?

Recovering quickly, David turned back to the guest who, as luck would have it, had just found the ticket for her coat.

“Wouldn’t you know, it’s always in the last place one looks!”

“Yes, imagine that,” David said through gritted teeth as he handed the ticket to Enrico without even looking at him. David then passed the correct coat to the woman, and he and Enrico waved as she finally departed to pick up her cat.

The moment she was out of earshot, David rounded on them as Maxine stepped out of the coats.

“Are you two for real?” he said, voice shaking with barely contained rage. “I’ve got two-hundred guests between the three rooms today, and you’re fucking around amongst their collective coats?”

If he was able to shout without alarming the guests, Maxine imagined it would be a piercing sound. David wasn’t the most formidable man, which made it all the more intriguing that he was heading up an international money-laundering scheme that likely had ties with the Mexican cartel. Somehow, she just couldn’t imagine this balding, bespectacled man in meetings with guys who could probably snap him in two with one hand.

“We weren’t fucking yet,” Enrico said, and Maxine had to suppress a scoff. He was hot, but not the brightest coat in the closet.

“David,” she said, stepping forward and holding up a hand, “this is my fault, I’m the one who came in here and cornered Enrico. If you’re gonna fire anyone, fire me.”

David merely stared back at her for a few beats before turning to Enrico. “Really?”

“I— mean… that’s what she said, I guess.”

Wow. It was almost impressive how bad he was at covering his ass; it was a wonder that David had entrusted him with the transportation of such important information.

Maxine looked over at the employee coat section, quickly spotting her three-seasons-ago Michael Kors jacket from Saks Off Fifth and grabbing it up.

“It’s true, David, I’m… kind of a freak, to be honest. Don’t ask what we’ve gotten up to in the walk-in freezer.”

“The… what?!” David cried, while Enrico merely smiled and laughed dreamily to himself. He was clearly remembering their chilly interlude from her first night, which had begun with some crass commentary about hard nipples, and escalated from there.

Maxine estimated that without seduction, this job would have lasted two months at minimum. She simply could not wait to see the look on Brooks’ face when she came back with what they needed so far ahead of schedule.

To that end, she stepped forward and said, “I’ll go now, and forget about my pay from earlier this week, okay? Consider it an apology.”

David seemed stuck, frozen in contemplation of her words and unable to formulate any of his own. When she walked past Enrico, however, he spun around.

“Wait! I don’t even have your number!”

That was true, and she wanted to keep it that way.

She’d made the mistake of allowing someone to get too attached on her first job, and even after he had found out that she’d been undercover, spying, he’d continued to call and even show up at her apartment. No good. Never again. Particularly because she loved her roommates dearly, and they would certainly kick her out if it ever happened again.

“If it’s meant to be, you’ll guess it!” she called back. By the time Enrico would even process her words, she was already out the door.

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Miles couldn’t see; his vision was completely blocked by four large vans, each belonging to different floral companies. Checking the map for the millionth time, he confirmed that this was indeed where he was supposed to pick up “Henrietta W.”

Upon asking one of the floral assistants, he was told that the flower deliveries were for evening events, but that there were currently a few daytime parties going on. Perhaps his guest was leaving early, because there wasn’t the usual flood of people he was accustomed to seeing when called to an event space like this. There was only an elderly British woman speaking to one of the florists, but she seemed intent on giving her cat’s entire medical history to the poor guy, and was in no way indicating that she had called for an Uber.

He squinted, trying to see through the windows of one of the vans, and saw someone stepping out of the front door. She rounded the corner of the van, and he saw her white button down and black bowtie. A worker leaving early, that must be it. Then, he scrunched up his face in confusion, because this girl was way too hot to be a “Henrietta.” Maybe she went by a nickname. Hennie, perhaps? Or, Etta?

Just as he’d decided that the simpler answer was the most obvious —she must not be his passenger— she made eye contact with him and smiled. He glanced in his rearview mirror just to confirm there were no cars behind him. Once confirmed, he opened his door and stepped out.

“Uber?” he called.

Then, he watched as she seemed to hesitate for a moment, staring back at the older woman who was still talking the absolute ear off of the floral assistant. In the distance, over by the door to the hall, two men emerged. Both of them looked like catering staff, though the older bald one with glasses had on more of a tuxedo. A manager, maybe? They were both looking around at the floral vans, taking in the scene and talking quietly to one another.

His would-be-passenger then spun back around with a wide smile and said, “Yep!” before sprinting to his car, wrenching the door open, and practically diving inside.

The two men looked his way when the door slammed shut, and began to slowly walk in his direction.

“Come on, let’s go! Chop chop, Uber guy!” the girl cried from where she was now lying in his back seat.

He climbed in and shut the door before turning to look at her with a quizzical expression.

“Henrietta W?”

“Yes! I urgently need to get to my cat, now go!” she cried.

Glancing at his mounted phone, he confirmed the pickup, and indeed saw that the destination was a Veterinary Clinic, a few towns over. It was an area he knew well, which was a relief; he wouldn’t have to constantly look at the GPS.

“Uh, could you please put a seatbelt on?” he said, just as the two men were rounding the front of the floral van.

“Oh my god, drive!!”

Miles had had a lot of strange rides in his time, but this was already shaping up to be the strangest. Normally, he would have insisted on safety, but from the looks of the guys making their way over to the car, this girl was in some kind of trouble. Protective instinct kicking in, he stepped on the gas and sped around the other flower vans, and out to the main road as fast as his 2005 Honda Civic would take them.

Much to his relief, once they were out of the parking lot, he didn’t even need to ask for her to sit upright and get her seatbelt on. She chose to sit directly behind him, though, which always felt odd. Not that he was going to turn around and look at her while driving, but it always felt better to have the passenger in his peripheral vision at least.

He adjusted his mirror and tried to sneak a glance at her, only to find her staring directly back at him.

“Yes, nosy? Can I help you?” she said, in a thankfully playful tone.

He laughed, mostly to himself, and said, “Sorry, I was just thinking… you don’t look like a Henrietta.”

Maybe it was just him, but the playful energy he’d felt just a moment ago seemed to have been snuffed out the instant the words left his mouth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she shot back.

“Nothing, sorry. So sorry,” he said, instantly imagining the one-star rating his idiotic comment probably just earned him. He needed to learn to keep his mouth shut, he could not afford to lose another point. Alas, this would be yet another day in which that lesson went unlearned. Instead of shutting his mouth, he doubled down and made it even worse.

“It’s just, when I saw you I thought… she’s way too hot to be a Henrietta.”

He glanced in the mirror, inwardly cringing at his lack of impulse control, and expected to see a scowl there.

Miraculously, however, he saw a bright grin.

“Wow, do you always hit on your customers?”

Laughing, he said, “I’m not hitting on you, I’m just saying!”

“Oh yeah, you’re just saying. That’s some solid plausible deniability you got there, bud.”

“Thank you,” he said in a would-be-charming tone, feeling his whole body relax as the energy shifted once more to light and playful.

They pulled onto the highway, and he noticed that his phone was frozen again; it was still saying his passenger was back at the hall. That happened sometimes, and he would probably need to restart it. Suddenly, the way he’d been bragging about still “rockin an iPhone 10” to some friends the night before felt wildly lame. He shook his head, then clicked the screen shut, confident enough in where he was going not to need it.

There was an abrupt click, and a woosh as she shifted to sit in the other seat, ostensibly to see him better. Chancing a glance back at her, he saw that she was leaning forward with an elbow on her knee, gazing at him.

“What?” he said, shifting his eyes quickly back to the road and stopping at a red light.

“Sorry, I was just thinking… you don’t look like a… wait what’s your name?”

“It should be right there on your app,” he said, then did a double take when his screen lit back up with a call coming in from a random number. Miles never got calls from unknown numbers, he was meticulous about getting himself on every “do not call” list available because he couldn’t stand getting telemarketing calls and thinking they were customers.

Regardless, he hit the answer button, and instantly, a loud voice with a British accent began blaring through the car speakers.

“Hello, Uber? Yes, this is Henrietta Worth—”

But that was all he heard, because an errant hand, one that did not belong to Miles, had thrust itself forward and pressed the end call button.

“What the hell?” he snapped, glaring back at her.

“Green light!” she replied.

“What?”

“Drive!”

Miles turned forward once again, and indeed saw that he was stopping traffic. He slammed his foot on the gas pedal, hands gripping the wheel tightly as he realized what had happened.

“Okay, don’t be mad,” he heard her say, but all he was focused on was finding somewhere to turn around. He had to get back to the hall to pick up the actual Henrietta W, who was, indeed, just some old lady.

“Look, whoever you are,” he interjected before she could continue whatever weak diatribe she had planned to try and explain her way out of this, “this is my only job, and it’s not cool that you probably just fucked my star rating with this customer.”

“Wait, I can explain!” she said, just as he pulled the mother of all u-turns, at an intersection that didn’t specifically allow for such a thing. His passenger was flung unceremoniously to one side of the car, and let out a scream to go with it.

“I said seatbelt, remember?!” he yelled back, uninterested in hearing her explanation.

“Wait please. Please please please don’t go back to the hall, those guys are looking for me!”

“Oh yeah, what did you do? Lie to them? Take what wasn’t yours?”

When she went quiet, he looked back to see that she was biting her lip in contemplation.

“With a scoff, he turned forward and said, “Dude, I don’t know who you are, but I can’t afford to have a thief or whatever in my car. You gotta go.”

With that, he pulled over on the side of the highway and hit the button to unlock all doors.

“You’re just gonna leave me on the side of Route 36?!”

“What? It’s walkable.”

“Uh, yeah, for people with a death wish!”

His phone rang again, and he managed to both answer it, and catch the girl’s hand before she could end the call on his behalf. With one hand holding each of her wrists, Miles said, “Yes, hello, Henrietta?”

“Oh, hey man,” a male voice said, and he felt the girl’s body go rigid. Upon inspection, her otherwise very tanned skin went kind of pale. “Yeah, I got Ms. Henrietta here, she was waiting for you and I think you left without her?”

Miles felt his expression soften when he took in the wide, terrified eyes that gazed into his. He then remembered his instinctual reaction outside of the hall. This girl was in trouble, that was for certain, but he needed to find out what kind.

Making a snap decision to buy himself some time, he said, “Oh, yeah, sorry man… I’m on my way back now. Almost there!” Then, he hung up the call before further questions could be asked.

The girl let out a deep sigh and said, “Thank you.”

At that, he released her wrists in a none-too-gentle way and turned to face her.

“Okay look, one of three things is gonna happen right now. You’re either gonna tell me exactly what’s going on, or get out of my car, OR take the ride back to the catering hall. You pick.”

“Okay! I’ll tell you everything, I promise, but first… can you cancel that ride because I really need you to take me somewhere and there were literally no other Ubers in this area, I looked! Please!”

Miles had to look away, because the puppy dog eyes she was throwing at him were doing odd things to his gut. She had long, dark eyelashes, and she was batting them at him something fierce.

Releasing a long suffering sigh, he said, “What’s in it for me?”

At this, she got a contemplative look, then began rifling through her bag. Eventually, she withdrew something that made his eyes bug right out of his head.

“How about $500?”

Miles blinked back at her, and for a few moments was unable to say anything.

When he did eventually speak, he said, “You’re gonna give me $500? For… for driving you to Matawan?”

“Nodding, she said, “I am going to give you $500 for driving me to Matawan.”

“Daaamn girl, how much trouble are you in?”

“But only if you do it right now; this offer expires in three… two—”

Miles snatched the cash out of her hand, and grabbed his phone to type out a bullshit message for Henrietta W. before canceling her ride.

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do you think that while working on anagrams of his name tom accidentally came up with

Mr. Tom a dildo lover and just decided to never mention it to anyone ever

lol probably

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Drabble: Epilogue I.5 - The Whole Story

I asked my friends for a writing prompt of location/object/line of dialogue, and this is what I got:

airport security cremation urn “Sorry for your loss. I do have to ask you some questions.” The following is in The Whole Story universe, and takes place between Epilogue I and II.

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“Potter, this was beyond a stupid idea, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this,” said Draco, as they waited in the windowless room they’d been ushered to upon landing in Edinburgh.

“It wasn’t! By the time they sorted out the floo at Castle Bran, the ministry in Bucharest would’ve been closed for the holiday. There was no way we were making it to our Portkey in time!”

Harry then shut his trap as a woman entered. She wore a ruffled gray suit and looked like she’d been having as difficult a day as they had. In her hands, she held the overly large green urn.

“Sorry for your loss,” she began, as if checking off a box labeled sympathy. “I do have to ask you some questions.”

Draco heard Harry swallow with some difficulty and had to withhold his eye roll. He’d defeated the darkest wizard ever known, and yet was sweating at the temple when faced with a Muggle security officer.

They had checked the urn in a box, surrounded by copious amounts of Romanian newsprint, hoping against hope that it would be handled with care. They couldn’t very well carry something like that onto the plane itself.

“Fire away,” Potter finally said, and Draco then withheld a grin at the unintentional pun.

She placed the urn on the table and sat, laying clasped hands down in front of her and taking a deep breath. “Precisely what kind of animal remains are in here?”

“An African bush elephant,” they said in unison, and Draco winced upon seeing the woman’s raised brow at the way they had chorused this response.

“Potter, why don’t you let me do the talking?” Draco said quietly, and Harry nodded once.

The woman narrowed her eyes. “Funny, I didn’t know African bush elephants were native to the Carpathian mountains,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

“They’re not, obviously. We’ve been traveling for some weeks now and this is the last leg of our journey.”

“Oh?” she said, and Draco felt his stomach churn slightly at the subtle excitement in her tone, as if she was hoping for that response. “Because based solely on your passports, you haven’t traveled to Africa before. Nor do your travel histories,” she said, motioning between the two of them, “line up beyond this last journey from Romania. In fact… I don’t even see evidence of a flight to get there. How do you explain that?”

Fuck. Why hadn’t they thought to doctor the passports in case something like this happened? It would have been easily achieved with a few spells.

Draco mentally kicked himself for being so stupid.

“Look,” the woman then said suddenly, “I’ve had a long day, and I would like you two to level with me. Do you think you could do that?”

“Possibly,” Draco muttered, but she wasn’t waiting for a response.

“Are you, or are you not, part of the Ash Trade Network?”

“The wha—” Draco started to say, but she cut him off as she went on.

“Because if you are, I have to say, you must be the b-squad, if not something further along in the alphabet. None of your fellow members would be foolish enough to use such a vastly oversized urn. I mean, where did you even get such a thing?” she said, motioning to the vessel on the table between them. Again, she went on without waiting for an answer. “And if you aren’t, well then I have to wonder if these are truly animal remains. I don’t think that even an African bush elephant’s ashes would necessitate such a receptacle.”

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words.

Just then, the door to the room burst open and in walked one of the last people Draco expected to see. Particularly, in professional Muggle attire.

At once, the interrogator stood from her chair and regarded the woman with her fullest attention.

“Officer McGonagall,” she said with a small salute, “I was just getting to the bottom of—”

“I will take it from here, thank you. You are dismissed.”

The woman made an awkward little bow before turning and hurrying out of the room.

Once the door was closed, both Draco and Harry began to speak, but were quickly cut off by the holding up of an imperious hand.

“Not here. Not now,” she said. “We have a memorial to get to, and I am afraid that the guest of honor is running late.”

The portkey she’d procured brought them directly to the front gates of Hogwarts, and it was therefore only a brief walk to Hagrid’s hut where he’d set up copious white chairs, and a small pedestal on which the urn would lie.

The half-giant looked as though he'd been crying, but tears began to flow anew when he caught sight of them walking his way carrying the huge urn.

“Norberta!” he cried, accepting the vessel and hugging it tightly to himself. “Yeh were too young, yeh were!”

As he walked off, still blubbering and muttering to himself, Draco caught sight of Hermione exiting the hut and walking towards them.

“Thank Merlin you two are alright! I was so worried!”

“Are we allowed to ask questions now?” Harry said, turning to McGonagall.

With a smirk, the older woman turned to Draco and said, “After Ms Granger received your hasty Patronus, she came straight to me. It’s not the first time I’ve had to intervene at a Muggle airport on behalf of the Statute of Secrecy.”

When both Draco and Harry stared at her in confusion, she leaned in and said, “Albus enjoyed traveling by plane on many of his holidays.”

Draco found that this only left him with even more questions, but he had no time to answer them as he was soon being gathered up into a bone crushing hug.

“Yeh brought ‘er home to me! How can I repay yeh?” Hagrid said through sobs.

“Consider us square for that business with the Hippogriff,” Draco strained to say.

“Ah, I already forgave yeh fer that, but alright.”

Draco was then released so that Hagrid could give Harry the same treatment. Once that was done, he turned to McGonagall, but was rebuffed immediately and did not argue.

As Draco chuckled at this, he felt fingers lacing through his own, and looked over to see Hermione giving him a watery smile.

“Thank you for doing that.”

“Of course. I know how badly you wanted to do it,” he said, then reached down to place a hand on her very large belly.

She sighed deeply, then said, “Yes, I’m afraid the twins would not have appreciated all the stress.”

Draco huffed a laugh and said, “They’re about to give us plenty, though, to be sure.”

Hermione smiled brightly at him and said, “I can’t wait.”

“Neither can I,” he murmured as he leaned in, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers.

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Prequel Drabble - The Whole Story

I asked for writing prompts of location/object/line of dialogue. My friend Amy (who, incidentally, inspired the OC character of the same name in my fic) said:

the location is a 50’s diner, the object is my thumb, the line is “don’t ask me if you don’t want my answer”

The following is a prequel. It has two original characters, who are Hermione’s (Muggle) college roommates in NJ. —

Hermione shifted uncomfortably on the seat of the sparkling red vinyl booth, scowling at Amy who wasn’t even looking at her, just giving her a thumbs down as she continued eating her french fries.

“I hate it when she does this,” Hermione said to Jenna, who was seated next to Amy.

Jenna merely cringed by way of reply, looking nervously between her two roommates.

“You know what? Fine,” Amy said, retracting her arm and reaching for her chocolate shake instead, “but in future, don’t ask me if you don’t want my answer.”

“It’s not even an answer!” Hermione cried, then jumped slightly as the waiter appeared next to her, sliding into view across the black and white checkered floor. His grin was as gaudy as the chrome accents peppered throughout the restaurant.

“Alrighty-roo, I know you cats ain’t been hollerin’ but I thought I’d swing on by the check on ya! Anything else I can do ya for?” he said.

“There are so many things wrong with what you just said, I find myself at a loss for words,” Amy replied, deadpan. The 50’s-style diner on Route 17 had the most flamboyantly stereotypical decor, as if an actual diner from the 50’s had drank ceremonial plant medicine, and then vomited out an interior design scheme. It also had the waitstaff to match.

The waiter seemed not to take in Amy’s words, because he just smiled and said, “Sounds good, toots, I’ll bring the check over in a jiff.” Then, he slapped his pad of paper onto his left palm, spun around, and walked jauntily away, elbows swinging.

Jenna giggled. “I should get a job here.”

“Jenna, nooo!” Hermione cried.

At the same time, Amy turned to her and said, “You’d be perfect.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, refocusing on Amy. “So you’re really not going to tell me why you so strongly object to Leon? I mean, god’s sake, Ames, all I said was I thought he was cute.”

“He’s a pig,” Amy replied, with such a matter-of-fact tone that Hermione had to narrow her eyes in suspicion.

“You say that as if you’ve had some experience with him.”

Amy scoffed loudly, throwing her head back as she did so. “Here’s the thing, girls,” she said, turning in the booth so that she was also facing Jenna. “When you get fucked over by one too many boys, you start to have radar for the ones who are gonna be total asswipes. And I, unfortunately, have an incredibly fine-tuned radar, okay? Which is why I am telling you that Leon is exactly the type who will waste years of your life, only to get bored eventually and move on to someone else!”

“Fine! Okay! I believe you, but could you just say that next time instead of shoving your thumb in my face?”

“I’ll consider it,” Amy said, taking a bite of a fry while holding eye contact with Hermione.

“Wow,” said Jenna, “I wish I had radar for that.”

“No worries, Jen. That’s what you have me for,” Amy said with a rare sweet smile.

Jenna sighed. “Well thank goodness for that. I certainly don’t wanna get mixed up with someone who’s gonna waste years of my life.”

“Your man’s on the way, Jenna. Someone who loves, or at least supports your Disney obsession, and makes you laugh like he’s tickling you every time he talks.”

Jenna stared over at Amy, open-mouthed. “How do you know that’s exactly what I want?

Amy shrugged. “I’ve lived with you for six months now, but I probably could have told you that after one.”

“Oh really?” said Hermione with a challenging smirk. “What is it that I’m after, then?” she said, then sat back, crossing her arms over her chest, extremely intrigued to hear Amy’s take on what she wanted.

Amy had just begun to sip her milkshake, and so held up a single finger as she finished and placed the tall glass back onto the table. She wiped her mouth with a paper napkin, then crumpled it and tossed it onto her plate as she began to speak.

“You want an intellectual equal. Someone who’s as big of a fucking nerd about school as you are, but not in an obvious way. He’s intelligent and refined, and he does have a sense of humor, but it’s very dry. The shit he says goes over a lot of people’s heads, and he doesn’t even care. Furthermore, he is enamored with you, and possessive in a way that makes you feel safe, not trapped.”

She picked up her milkshake as she finished this little speech, sucking up the dregs at the bottom and emptying the glass before placing it down once again.

Quirking an eyebrow at her friend, Hermione said, “Well I’m not sure about that last bit, but otherwise… you seem to have been reading my journal.”

Jenna gasped, turning to Amy in alarm. “Did you read our journals?!”

With another scoff, Amy said, “Please, I don’t have to. Everything I said is written all over the both of you.”

Hermione and Jenna sighed in unison, then became contemplative and quiet while Amy handled the check.

Once everything was taken care of, Hermione piped back up with, “I just wonder if someone like that even exists, you know?”

At this, Amy smirked in that all-knowing way she so often did. “Patience,” she said.

That was the last thing that was said on the matter, as they exited the diner and headed back to campus.

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8th year. Draco gets detention just to avoid being in the Slytherin common room. For some unknown reason, Hermione Granger joins him there regularly. He never speaks to her. Never inquires as to why. Until one evening, when she decides to give him what he never asked for.

Sex magic fic! OOC Hermione (but still believable given the backstory) This is as close to pwp as I get. I'm turning this one-shot into a multi-chap smut vehicle that I will update whenever inspiration strikes. Since there is no nail-biting plot, I offer it instead as something to subscribe to and enjoy occasional very spicy updates!

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Chapter 2 is coming soon 😊

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lol it ended up being 17k!

It’s also just… one of the best things i have ever written. The whole fic is, but the final epilogue in particular. Some of the comments from other moms who have been married as long as i have… just… made me cry so much

crying writing the last last chapter. it's basically it's own 10k one-shot, very far in the future from the first epilogue. will probably be finished today, because it's giving me butterflies in my stomach and usually that means i won't sleep until it's done! if you're been waiting to start my WIP, now would be the time The Whole Story

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I collected some lovely comments on my newest COMPLETED multi-chap, "The Whole Story."

I had a few people also mention that they weren't going to read this fic because they couldn't imagine "Draco and Hermione attend college in America" to be a thing that would work, but they were pleasantly surprised by how well it does 🥰 I really pride myself on realistic dialogue and characterizations, I have a hard time reading fics where those two things don't feel on point, so I'm a huge stickler for it in my own stories. I also have a self-described "anal-retentive" beta who fine-tooth combed this story really well. Thanks Kaylee 😘 Hope you enjoy!

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genuine question: do people who write rude things in their bookmarks know that the author can read them?

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NOW COMPLETE!

Summary:

Directly following the end of the war, Draco Malfoy is sentenced to live in exile as a Muggle for five years. In that time, Draco attends college in the States. When he transfers to a small, unknown campus in Northern New Jersey, he runs into the last person he expected to see there. This is rather inconvenient for Hermione Granger, who was doing quite well living among the Muggles, pretending that her entire magical life had never existed.

Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE CollegeWriter Draco Malfoy POV Hermione Granger POV Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World Eventual Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy there will be smut Humor Fluff Smut HEA Enemies to Friends to Lovers Praise Kink Muggle Life

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my editor is such a doll 🤭

final "chapter" of The Whole Story will post in "a few days" hehehehe

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The following is a 🍋 scene from my WIP, with some context removed for the sake of no spoilers beyond the fact that this scene happens at all ☺️

“Sorry,” he said, holding both hands up with a playful smirk. “I know you’re excited. It’s very cute.”

Hermione’s eyes flashed dangerously, and before Draco knew it, she’d crossed the room, knocked his book out of his hands, and straddled him.

Then, she leaned down and said, right into his ear, “What have I told you about calling me cute, Malfoy?” The bite on his earlobe was actually quite painful, and he sucked in air through his teeth, while at the same time feeling his cock harden beneath her. She must have felt it, too, because she moved her hips languidly then, dragging her core over him right through her thin flannel pajama bottoms. He loved the way her body shuddered as she did so.

Moaning with the sensation, he brought his hands to her hips and squeezed greedily.

“I didn’t even finish my assignment yet. You’re going to spoil the reward system,” he said, pressing himself up into her.

They had already silenced the room. They always did while they were studying, as a rule.

“Mmmm,” she said, taking his earlobe into her mouth more gently this time, then placing her tongue pointedly at the spot just behind it. She chuckled darkly as she felt him twitch beneath her as she did so.

Wicked witch.

“But I likely won’t be here when you do finish since I need to go pick up my post, so consider this an advance reward.”

Draco’s eyes rolled back slightly as she moved on him once again, and as his fingers began toying with the waistline of her pajama bottoms, he nearly gasped when he realized that she wasn’t wearing knickers.

“Reward,” he drawled, “and here I thought I was in for a punishment, Granger.”

“Did I say reward?” she said lightly, and he was too enraptured to notice until it was far too late, that she had unsheathed her wand and pointed it directly at him. All at once, his arms and legs were tied to either end of the bed. “Silly me, I must have misspoke.”

“What are you doing, Granger?” he said playfully. She had never done this before. Apart from cleaning charms and wards, all of their sexual exploits had been devoid of any magical assistance up until this moment.

He was not complaining, to be clear. Just… noticing. He also noticed that he was hard as a fucking rock in the wake of her spell.

Idly, he wondered if entering the magical world again had caused some kind of uptick in her desire to use magic. All thoughts collapsed, however, when she then scooted back and bent down to kiss his hardness on top of his trousers. He felt himself buck up into her involuntarily.

“Ah ah ah,” she said. “Stay still, Malfoy, or I’ll make you.”

He sucked in a quick breath, letting it out on a strong shudder, but stilled his hips. It was a mark of how much he trusted her… loved her… that he wasn’t fighting this.

She then slid her hand up his hard length and pulled down the zipper. Deftly dipping her hand inside of his pants, he pulsed as she held him, gently stroking his tip with her thumb.

“I’d like to tell you about the dream I had last night. Would you like that?”

His eyes were laser focused on her as he nodded slowly.

“Mmm,” she said with a smirk, “correct answer.”

The way she said it, he half expected her to throw in a 10 points to Slytherin.

“We were at Hogwarts together for our 8th year,” she said, and he nearly lost his breath, because he’d had multiple fantasies based on this potential past reality. “It was late, and I was studying in the restricted section.”

“Of course you were.”

“Shh, it’s not your turn to speak yet,” she said, eyes darkening in a way that sent a thrill up his spine. Her hand continued to lightly play with him, but his eyes widened immensely as he saw her bring her other hand up to give one of her gorgeous, perky tits a squeeze.

“And as I was studying, I started to feel a bit restless. I didn’t want to retire to my dorm yet, but I was having trouble,” she said, then looked down at the nipple her fingers were currently playing with, then looked back at him and said, “concentrating.”

Draco swallowed hard.

What was breathing?

“So,” she went on, then trailed her hand down between her legs and began to lightly massage her core. “I looked around to make sure no one was near, and then began to do this.”

His heart pounding, he could see it. The exact table where she sat, the darkness and quiet of the room, and the way the only sound would be her soft breaths.

“And then, suddenly, you appeared around a corner and saw me. Utterly transfixed.”

Draco imagined the scene perfectly. The way he would have felt his entire body melt at the sight of her, unsure if what he was seeing was even real or some kind of magical mirage. The way her eyes would have widened in shock upon noticing him.

“But instead of stopping, I smiled at you and we locked eyes as I continued to pleasure myself,” she said, then slid her hand inside of her pants. Draco bit his lip when he heard her wetness as she explored her folds. With her other hand, she began to stroke him; her smile bordering on evil.

“You of course then reached down to touch yourself. Like it was the plan. Like it was something we’d done before. Did,” she stopped to bite her lip, “frequently.”

It was taking everything in him not to move beneath her. Then, mercifully, she removed her hand from him, and instead grabbed her wand again, aiming it at one of his hands. He felt his binds release, and he understood.

He pulled his cock out fully, and began to stroke himself, their eyes never lingering away from each other’s.

“What then?” he whispered.

Her breath hitched before saying, “Then I pushed my chair back so you could see me, and hiked my skirt up, and it was such a thrill to watch your eyes taking in my wet cunt.”

Gods he loved when she talked this way. It wasn’t every time, almost like a fine wine they couldn’t have at each meal, lest it be spoiled.

He let out a groan as he pumped himself and said, “Can I see you now?”

It was a surprise when she didn’t make him beg, but hopped off of him and removed her pajamas before sitting back down in the desk chair, legs spread wide, fingers dancing all around her folds, then dipping inside her.

When he licked his lips, she moaned.

“Like what you see, Malfoy?” she said, and it was clear that she was now quoting her dream.

“I should think that was obvious,” he drawled back, playing along by adding a note of annoyance to his voice.

“Mmm, I bet you’d love to fuck this little Muggle-born cunt, wouldn’t you?” Two fingers disappeared inside of her, and his own movements sped.

“Granger, you have no bloody clue.”

Upon hearing those words, she waved her free hand and he felt his other binds disappear.

“Give me a bloody clue then, you arrogant arse.”

He was up from the bed with his clothes on the floor with unimaginable speed. The first thing he did was reach down to pull off her shirt. After he did so, he was dimly aware that her hand had gone right back to her core as he kneeled down to suck on each of her tits in turn. She keened as he did so, letting out a loud whimper.

He stood and captured her lips aggressively, while both of his hands toyed with her nipples. Then, he moved to her earlobe, biting and licking in the same manner she’d done to him.

“You want this cock in you, Granger? Right here in the library?”

“Y- yes,” she panted.

“Yes what?”

“Yes I want your cock inside me, Malfoy.”

“Right here?”

“Right here in the library, yes.”

“Good girl. Get up,” he said, and she stood. Roughly, he spun her around, then pressed on her back, indicating that she should lean over her desk. She did.

Holding the base of his cock in his hand, he ran his tip over her folds, coating himself in her ample slick. Then, without warning, he shoved himself fully inside her on the first thrust. She cried out, but whether in pain, pleasure, or both, he did not know. And if he was the version of himself from the dream, he likely would not care either.

With one bruising hand gripping her waist and the other on her shoulder, he began thrusting unrelentingly.

“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yes,” she groaned.

“Mmm, good girl, Granger. You’re so good at taking my cock, aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer with words, but she did let out a yell as his speed increased.

“You fucking deserve this, you know that?”

At this, she managed to whisper, “Yes.”

“You deserve to be fucked after beating me in every class, you bloody swot.”

Her moan of approval had a note of desperation that made him go even harder, especially when he felt her pushing back with each of his thrusts.

“Bet you want to ride me, don’t you?”

Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but he saw it.

“Well, too bad, you’re going to come for me just like this, and you’re going to do it exactly when I say, do you understand?”

He saw her nod again, as he leaned forward and reached around to massage her clit. Her yell of approval sounded manic, and he knew she was already right at her edge.

Abruptly, he slowed his movements. The effect was instantaneous, and she shoved her cunt over his cock hungrily as she whimpered with disappointment.

Draco smirked, remembering that this was supposed to be his punishment, not hers. Alas…

“Would you like to come, Granger?”

An emphatic nod.

“Would you? How badly?” he said, picking up the speed of his thrusts again slightly, but still keeping his fingers just to the other side of her clit.

“So badly.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm, I’m not entirely convinced.”

With a growl, she really began to push back on his cock then, trying desperately to take what she needed.

“Malfoy, I want to come on your cock so badly, please!”

He was near bursting at this point, but wanted to see how long he could extend the game. How long he could hold out and make her orgasm even stronger when it finally happened. But then, she said something that ruined all of his plans.

“I want your Pureblood seed in my little cunt, now!”

Letting out a strangled yell, he thrust into her hard and fast once again, but he also resumed his circles over her clit.

“You’ll have it,” he growled, “when you come for me. Right now, Granger. Come for me now.”

Instantly, he felt her walls begin to flutter around his cock. Continuing his thrusts, as well as his massaging of her clit, he felt himself topple over the edge, coming hard into her slick cunt in multiple throbbing bursts. Both her orgasm and his spilling of seed seemed to last far longer than usual, and by the end they were both moaning together in ecstasy.

Later, after they cleaned themselves up, they lay in bed exchanging tender kisses. He held her in his arms and they both sighed.

After a while, he said, “That was a new line.”

He could almost feel the heat of her blush.

“I… I said it in the dream.”

He raised both eyebrows and said, “I think all these years of creative writing classes have done wonders for your imagination.”

She scoffed and turned an affronted look on him, but he just pulled her in for another kiss, and they sank back into their tender caresses and contented sighs.

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crying writing the last last chapter. it's basically it's own 10k one-shot, very far in the future from the first epilogue. will probably be finished today, because it's giving me butterflies in my stomach and usually that means i won't sleep until it's done! if you're been waiting to start my WIP, now would be the time The Whole Story

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whenever i notice little nit-picky potholes in my story, i just imagine my reader noticing and then me putting a finger on their lips and saying "shhhhhhh," and that helps me not get too hung up on it.

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obsessed with this fic

Finally posted this! Thanks @alys-rivers for bet reading this!!!! As well as the last few chapters, you’re the best!

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I relied on romantic maladaptive daydreaming for survival as a child, and have been love sick ever since

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i just heard the phrase “if you wouldn’t trust their advice, don’t trust their criticism” for the first time and i don’t think i’ve ever needed to hear anything more

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Update: Only two chapters left and they are both epilogues, so the story is essentially complete 😭😭😭😭😭 I cried through writing the ending.

🔥 ALERT 🔥 My WIP is three chapters away from being complete! Good time to start reading if you are into:

Draco (and Narcissa) forced into exile in the Muggle world

Hermione choosing to go to Muggle college

They meet there (!!!)

Eventual fast forward to the present with Harry and Theo playing large roles

Rom-com, character-driven, no big scary plot

Would love for you to hop on now! I could use another injection of reader energy so I don't lose steam.

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