#dramione ldws

[fidget-scribbles]

Title: Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus Rating: T Word Count: 300 Warnings: Discussion of eating people, implied teratophilia

Placed #4 in Fairy Tales

"I challenge thee, Dragon, for the maiden Hermione! Come out—" "Ronald?" "Hermione? You're safe! We've been so worried!" If he tries to take you, I'm eating him. "What are you doing here Ronald?" "We're to be married, Hermione. I came to rescue you!" Ah. I think I understand now.

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Hermione? These last months have been good, haven't they? You're happy here? "You know I am, Draco. Couldn't ask for a nicer cave or a more interesting dragon to share it with." I've something to show you, Hermione, and there's a question I'd like to ask you. "Is everything alright?" Follow me. Here, behold my favorite hoard. "Oh…" It's not traditional, but... You're... twirling? "I'm amazed, Draco. I've never seen so many books! It's beautiful … and I'm allowed...?" It's yours. I think I've been collecting them for you all along. "This is everything I've always wanted. This is why I ran away! I couldn't stand to be trapped in a marriage when there's books and freedom and … " Oh. I didn't realize. "What's that?" What? Er. Nothing. "Is that a ring?" No idea how that got here. Useless elves. Fire the lot. "Draco… what did you want to ask me?" Oh. Erm. Nothing, really. "I don't believe you." Alright, then… Hermione, would you do me the honor of becoming my, ah, librarian? "Your librarian?" Stay here with me and sort through our book hoard? Make it a real library? "Our…? Yes, Draco. Yes, of course I'll stay." It could take years. Decades, even. I'll just keep getting more books. "Sounds perfect."

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"Go home, Ronald." "But—" "I'm not a maiden anymore; I don't need rescuing." "Wait, what? How? You didn't… it's a dragon, Hermione! You can't have…" Poor sod. Might've been kinder to let me eat him.

[sniperjade]

A Burning Need

“Malfoy, what do you want? Come to gloat?”

Hermione felt bitter acid fill her mouth. It still stung almost a year on, that gaining her power had ruined her life, and made her a walking death machine. Even now as she sat on the hard stone window seat, the students passing by, gave her a wide berth. Everyone, except her arch nemesis Draco Malfoy, who was approaching with a grave look on his face. Not that she was much competition to him these days.

Not with the way the books melted in her hands and her clothes were filled with holes from the stray drops of acid that she couldn’t control. Everyone avoided the girl who could scar you with her touch.

“No. I take no pleasure in beating someone who cannot even compete.” His words stung.

She snapped, “Well, I’m sorry for making this boring for you.”

“That’s not…” his eyes flashed, and he hissed, “I don’t enjoy seeing you suffer Hermione. This last year has been torture.”

He continued walking toward her, and she could feel the tell-tale heat in her hands as the acid began to pool.

“Stay back! I can’t control it!”

“Let me help you,” he insisted.

“What!?”

“Let. Me. Help. You.” He said again firmly.

The acid was starting to drip. She could hear it hissing against the stone.

“Fine!”

His hands shot out and curled around her cheeks. Instantly the acid stopped, and with wide eyes she looked up at him, as his thumbs traced over her cheekbones.

“How?” She breathed.

“I got my power. I cancel out other powers.”

Her mind raced; this could change everything. “I guess, I’ll just have to keep you around.”

He leaned down toward her, his breath ghosting against her lips. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

This was written for the Last Drabble Writer Standing. It placed 11th out of 38 which I'm pretty stoked with. Especially considering I don't normally write AU's.

Here's the link to it on Ao3:

Here's the link to the collection.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46580833/chapters/117300469

[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics 2022 (Part 2)

Songs Of The Season Drabble Collection by EvergreenTuesdays - M, WIP - A Drabble collection written for LDWS Sounds of the Season. Each chapter is inspired by a Christmas/Winter song and will be updated each day through December 24th. Drabbles are mainly Dramione with a few other pairings sprinkled in.Specific tags and warnings for each drabble will be in its chapter notes.

Sehnsucht by ambpersand - E, one-shot - Sehn·sucht /[ˈzeːnˌzʊxt]/ [noun] Tender, wistful, and/or melancholic desire; yearning, longing.Hermione is ready to go home for the holidays, but there's something missing.Written for D/Hr Advent 2022.

Pretend To Be My Date by simplifiedemotions - T, one-shot - “Afraid, are you? I’m only now realising that you’ve been avoiding being close to me.” It was a soft accusation, meant to draw her closer. She sputtered, eyes widening, before sharpening her gaze and glowering at him again. “I am not!” accompanied by a stomp of her foot.“Prove it.” He swept light fingers over her waist to bring her to his chest, unable to look away from her, wanting to devour her—to be devoured by her.“I don’t have to prove—”“Such a coward so near Christmas eve, Granger—”Or: Hermione is oblivious.

A Cold Christmas Night by pauap - not rated, one-shot - Hermione spends her last night before a suicide mission with Draco on Christmas Eve.

Guess who's coming for Christmas? by ShabbyChic - M, WIP - Hermione arrives at her Granny's house for Christmas, and learns of some unexpected visitors. Meanwhile Draco learns there's more to a particular muggleborn than he first realised. Non Canon, Post War AU, possible OOC, rated M for future chapters.

Moondance by Lia_Redrose - M, one-shot -  “Great sound, isn’t it?” She nearly jumped out of her skin, and would have reached for her wand hadn't she recognised at once whom that husky voice belonged to. Struggling - and failing - to slow the rate of her heartbeats, Hermione enlarged her chest to drag air into her lungs as if that would be enough to give courage, and finally resolved to turn on her heels and face him. In the furthest corner on the right, leaning against the chimney pot, Draco Malfoy was sitting on the floor, lit up by the lights of the street lamps and the surrounding houses, and by the moonlight. For the occasion, he had opted to wear a cobalt blue tuxedo which ignited the mercury in his irises. She should have breathed deeper.

Love You, My Christmas Dream by ArtSash - G, one-shot - Sometimes downhill sledding has its own romance. Especially when there is a Christmas atmosphere and a special loved one nearby. Even if this loved one is terrified of heights.

How (Not) to Build a Gingerbread House by dashghosties - T, one-shot - Hermione arranges a fun Christmas activity for her classmates, unaware of the chaos a certain Slytherin is capable of creating.

Last Christmas by riddikulus_puff - M, one-shot - Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy always used to spend their Christmases at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry apart from each other after being supposed enemies with each other throughout their young childhood. Instantly, regret was spread through their bodies. They hated themselves for losing the amount of time that they could have spent with each other, but they only ended up having their eighth year together properly and even then it was cut short. They were battling against the lost time that slipped through their fingers. There was a countdown in the back of their minds, the constant clicking of a clock was waiting for them.A fanfiction for the 2022 HP Festival of Stars Fic FestInspired by the song 'Last Christmas' by Wham!

Something New at Christmas by Colubrina - K+, one-shot - Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have been living in a tent together, working together, fighting the good fight against Voldemort together. They've become friends who can tease each other and now it's Christmas and Draco wants to make sure she's got a present to open. Very much fluffy. All is happiness here.

A Home for the Holidays by lexiatel - T, WIP - Draco's life drastically changes after a young boy is left on his doorstep.

[dhr-ao3]

Drabbles - Last Drabble Writer Standing Collection

Drabbles - Last Drabble Writer Standing Collection https://ift.tt/FuE6thL by AutumnWeen My submissions to the LDWS competition. Round 10 - Dramione Round 11 - Rare Pairs Words: 1894, Chapters: 6/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Original Characters, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Harry Potter Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, POV Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Third Person Omniscient, Love, Love/Hate, Violence, Character Death, Suicide, Seven Heavenly Virtues, vices, Rare Pairings, Last Drabble Writer Standing via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/HCIQxmo August 23, 2024 at 03:37PM

[byrainchance]

Mind Games

Drabble for Dramione LDWS Week 1: Superheroes AU WC: 300

Draco’s head smacks into concrete, hard enough that stars dance across his vision. 

Well, he thinks. At least I know she’s here.

He squints into the dim warehouse, noting the faint smell of kerosene mingled with damp earth.

“Granger,” he growls, rising with a wince. “I haven’t the time for games today.”

“I don’t recall inviting you over to play.” 

He smirks, head swiveling in the direction of her voice. That was all he needed.

He closes his eyes, focusing until he can feel her— her heart thrumming like a hummingbird, the rough brick underneath her fingertips. He stands calmly at the edge of her mind, fingers reaching knowingly for the doorknob that will let him in.

When he opens his eyes again, he sees himself peering up at her, the way she is watching him at this very moment.

She shoves him roughly out of her head, too late.

Draco swings an arm toward her hiding place, her veil of invisibility lifted, useless now. She tries to run, but he catches her by the ankle, a phantom hand yanking her over the iron railing and sending her spiraling to the floor below.

She collides with a sharp crack and a small groan, one hand flying to her ribs. The other stretches flat toward him, as if she might keep him back.

“Have I won yet?” Draco drawls, stepping forward. “Just tell me where your pathetic, scar-headed hero is, and this ends here.”

Hermione bares her teeth in a defiant smile.

“You're always going to lose, Malfoy.”

The realization of the trap strikes him two seconds too late. It smells like kerosene.

With a flick of her fingers, flame erupts behind him. She shimmers away, out of his grasping hands. 

Draco lunges for the door, a smirk on his lips.

Tomorrow, then, Granger.

[ellieauthor]

dramione | 500 wrds | LDWS prompt: vikings

She watches him from afar; tall and fair, commanding men at land and at sea.

His voice is a coarse thing, low and melodic.

She thinks of it as she falls asleep.

Her father warns her of men and their capacity to harm.

To him, from where he hides beneath the ocean, life is danger.

To her, life is a mystery she must learn for herself.

She plans carefully.

She waits until nightfall to bury her skin in the sand, then dons her stolen dress.

She walks on novel, unsure legs until she finds him.

The tavern is loud, but it doesn’t matter.

His eyes scan her human form with hunger, appreciation.

He approaches her, speaks. She smiles.

He leads her around the room, hand warming her back.

She matches his steps gracelessly, giggling.

Under his attention, his affection, she blooms.

He leads her to his quarters, she follows.

From him she learns and she takes, to him she gives.

The cycle builds, and it crests, and it falls.

He leaves her as sated as her curiosity.

The vessel of his body is a home not unlike the one that awaits her beneath the sea.

Warmer, dryer, less familiar, but a comfort all the same.

In his arms, between the soft furs that line his bed, she finds bliss.

Head to his chest, she basks in his heat as his breathing grows more and more even.

Once he’s asleep, she untangles her limbs from his own.

She will miss him, she is certain.

She will think, for the rest of her life, of this one perfect night spent ashore.

Still, the sand beneath her bare feet is a relief.

She retraces her steps, the slight glow of first light ghosting along the horizon.

Her timing is perfect.

Except.

It is not where she’d left it.

The hole she’d dug in the sand is empty.

Behind remains a shallow grave.

Men stream towards her, leering.

Some she recognizes from the tavern, others she does not.

They form a circle, blocking her path.

He steps forward, this man she had trusted.

There’s a cruel gleam behind his once tender, steel-grey eyes.

“Have you lost something, ástin mín?”

So beautiful, he’d whispered, breath hot on her neck.

So good for me, tracing careful lips along her human spine.

Mine, he’d said, as she’d writhed beneath him.

What she’d taken for kindness had been a promise. A threat.

He clutches that which is precious to her in his hands.

He throws it to the crowd.

Men jostle to touch it, laugh as it tears.

“Eiginkona,” he says, words as soft as his hands and eyes are greedy. “My wife.”

She does not fear him.

She does not cower.

She is a woman of the sea, a force to be reckoned with.

She follows him, meekly as the coming tide laps at sand.

But in her hidden depths there is power.

He cannot fathom her own capacity to harm.

Once more, she makes her plans.

[roseharpermaxwell]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by the perfect @whimsymanaged!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

30

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

129,672.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only HP, but I have a firstprince/rwrb story clawing its way out of my head at the moment.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Really Sell It (eighth year fake dating/exhibitionism)

Lead Me Straight Back Home (roommates/coworkers to lovers, charity auction)

The Worst (bantery coworkers with indulgent office sex smut lol)

Catalyst (hermione ends engagement with ron and moves on)

A Quiet Christmas Eve (eighth year exhibitionism)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, but they build up for a few months before I tackle them. I just like to acknowledge people for taking the time out to leave a comment. I know it takes more energy than you'd think.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably She's All Yours. Somewhat open-ended but not terribly promising.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Everything but the one above, really.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not to my face (much appreciated)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do. Common themes of praise, exhibitionism, uh...comeplay, anal play, dry humping, gentle domme hermione + pegging. Whatever strikes my fancy or I think would be appreciated by whomever I'm writing for.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have, a fun Scorbus with @dreamsofdramione

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I think Drarry will always be my OTP, but I have a soft spot for Dramione and am currently obsessed with firstprince.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I refuse to post anything unfinished, so whatever's languishing in my google docs is at least not leaving anyone hanging.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm. Gosh, it's been awhile since I've written and it's hard to think about. Banter, maybe. I'm trying to get back into it, so I should think about this some more lol.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Worldbuilding and like...what someone's outfit looks like, what the room looks like. Details.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

It's lovely and I'm always opening a tab to translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

New Girl (not as RHM)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I think I always come back to two: You Always Know What to Say, which I wrote to see if I could before I started dabbling in HP fanfic, and then ended up tweaking a bit to fit a LDWS prompt. And then Let's Workshop This; I enjoy the meta aspect of Draco and Hermione cowriting some smut together.

If you see this, consider yourself tagged if you'd like to participate!

[dramioneldws]

Week 5 - Dramione LDWS - Greek Mythology

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[pacific-rimbaud]

I love love love this gif aesthetic from @micbonbon​ for my FINAL drabble for @dramioneldws​! This concept is one of my absolute favorites from the competition!

Lost & Found

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

500 words, Rated G

Prompt: Time Travel

#

Down the British Magical Library’s central aisle, beyond the study carrels, past flobberworms (592.3), and scrying telescopes (681.4), up a flight of poky stairs and behind a decrepit door, you’ll find the Department of Wayward Books.

Fill out a request slip. Slide it through the slot.

Response time for Western works lost 4th-21st centuries CE: six weeks.

For volumes with significant temporal, safety, and/or sociocultural considerations: expect delays.

*

Title: Margites

Author: Homer

Location: Athens, 4th Century BCE

*

Observe: an argument in the agora.

“I am not,” the woman hisses, ”your concubine.”

“Nice Athenian women don’t do the shopping.” The man bites into a dripping wild plum.

She draws a pendant—a tiny hourglass mounted in gold rings—from her bodice.

“That’s it. This retrieval is all yours, Malfoy.”

“Come on, Granger. I’m sorry.” (Note: he does not appear remorseful.) “I adore you in a peplos.”

“You adore eating figs and goading me.”

“Those, too. Stay.” He wipes his chin. "I’ll let you name our third illegitimate son after Harry.”

*

Title: Various; complete unpublished early works

Author: Ernest Hemingway

Location: Paris Gare de Lyon station, December 1922

*

A woman dashes across the platform to buy bottled water.

Two anachronized librarians step onto the train.

“Here we are, mon canard.” The man lifts someone else's suitcase from the rack.

“My duck, Malfoy?”

Watch: he mutters, and one suitcase becomes two.

He settles the copy in the rack.

“You can call me mon petit chou, doudou.”

“My little—”

“Cabbage. The copy’s overkill. Someone else steals it in five minutes.”

“Yes, but not us.” She regards the suitcase ruefully. “Hemingway claims he divorces her over this.”

“He’ll divorce her because he’s a prick.” He holds out his arm. “Ready for lunch, ma puce?”

They disembark, then vanish. Hemingway’s wife, bottled water in hand, reboards the train to find her suitcase has been stolen.

*

Title: Cardenio

Author: William Shakespeare

Location: London, 1613

*

Consider the man’s detuned warbling as he falls up the tavern stairs.

He fights his doorknob, and prevails on a technicality.

Mark the disgruntled expression of the woman on the bed.

“The bed’s mine tonight, Malfoy.”

“Of course”—he swings inward, dangling from the doorknob—”o dainty duck.”

His doublet buttons defeat him. He faceplants across the bed.

“What have you been doing?” she asks.

He embraces her thighs. “Drinking with Will at the Mermaid. But mostly, missing your angry face.”

“Will?”

“Ask me what I’ve got in my breeches.”

“Pardon?”

He slides a rolled script from his trouser front. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”

“You’ll feel a right pillock tomorrow.”

“Mmm. That’s tomorrow.” He rubs his cheek against her hip. “Tonight, I deserve a reward.”

She bites her lip. At length, she touches his temple.

“I’ll share the bed if you behave yourself.”

His eyes lift, then narrow.

“Define behave.”

*

Title: N/A, letters

Author: Jane Austen

Location: Chawton, Hampshire, 1843

*

“What’s next?” Draco reads the request slip over Hermione’s shoulder. “Damn.”

“What?” (Note her obvious flush.)

He kisses her jaw. “I was hoping for a peplos.”

[misdemeanor1331]

LDWS Week 1 - Muggle AU - Results!

Not sure how I managed this alongside so many other fantastic competitors, but at least now I can say I've written a Muggle AU. 😅

Go check out "The HOA" on AO3 or FFN.

Find the entire Week 1 - Muggle AU collection here.

And stay tuned for this week's offering: Fake Dating! 😳

[crochetawayhpff]

I was lucky enough to get to participate in Dramione Last Drabble Writer Standing Constellations edition! I made it to week 2, which was frankly astounding. There are soooo many amazing writers taking part, it was an honor just to be in the same collection as them!

Here are the three drabbles I wrote:

Warm-Up Week Title: Rastaban Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Rating: G Warnings: N/A Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26213194 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13020735/38/Affectionate-Anecdotes

Week 1 Title: Starfall Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Rating: G Warnings: N/A Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26213212 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13020735/39/Affectionate-Anecdotes

Week 2 Title: Achilles Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Rating: G Warnings: N/A Links: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26213230 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13020735/40/Affectionate-Anecdotes

[fidget-scribbles]

I mute the blaring siren's frequency and jog through the ancient stacks to retrieve my protectee. Hermione clutches a disk and squeaks when I throw her under my arm. 

SecDrones intercept us halfway to the shuttlebay. Old laser models: easy targets, even singlehanded. This whole place is antique. 

I toast the drones and haul Hermione onboard, signaling autopilot to take us the hell out. 

She breathes hard for over a minute, clutching the disk and grinning like her affect chip's fried. I wasn't raised by a protocol droid for nothing: I fetch water and make her comfortable before anything else. 

Corporate history is well and good, but I still don't get why Darklord would send an expensive brain like Hermione to a forgotten crypt instead of some cheap retrieval bot. Whatever she grabbed must be precious. Outside my protocol to ask, though. 

Belatedly, I dial my photorange to ship standard and notice she's bleeding. Bleeding. Not badly, but anyone who's seen maintenance in the last decade should have nanosuture auto-repair, even a researcher model. But I've been amazed all mission at how underspec'd her kinetics are; guild dumped all her funding into brains, I guess. And charm. She's funnier than any boffin I've met, not like that's many. 

She's still grinning and panting; I activate bioscans. It's impolite, but I'm concerned.

Suddenly it's like I'm broken. 

I repeat the scan. No help. 

She's just… flesh. Even her guild-standard occipital traces are only skin deep. Cosmetic.

"Hermione, who… what are you? Why would Darklord send…" 

They didn't.

I should alert corporate immediately. I should hate her for tricking me. 

Instead I'm worried about her fragile human body. She's still bleeding. 

"You were bound to catch on at some point." She looks sad, almost. 

A tessellated flash locks every servo in my body. 

"I like you, Draco, I do. You're every bit the Protecc they said, and not nearly as mean."   

I could still trip my backup alarms, broadcast her face across Darklord comms. 

But Hermione smiles again, and just like that I've broken generations of programming and defected.

[sniperjade]

Burnt Out

Draco remembered when he had seen Hermione transform for the first time, deep in the forbidden forest, surrounded by moonlight, and consumed by fire.

Her Phoenix form looked straight at him before turning away and flying into the night.

Now as she pushed her feathered head into his hand, it filled him with a conflicting mix of joy and sadness.

He knew that she would never let him do this by choice. No matter how much he begged to help.

It was only now, as her mind weakened, and the Maledictus took her consciousness, that she allowed his touch.

Well that was 100 word week for "Last Drabble Writer Standing". The theme was Creature AU! I'm still alive! I have no idea how I made it through again.

[floorcoaster]

Hiiii! From the collective minds of @floorcoaster ​​ (aka luckei1 aka ME) and @dreamsofdramione​, we are excited to announce that we are reviving an old Dramione LJ competition - Dramione: Last Drabble Writer Standing! (It even has its own blog: @dramioneldws​)

Sign-ups will take place on April 25th at 10 AM EST and the warm-up round will officially start May 2nd, 2020.

You MUST be a member of the Facebook group to participate as a writer.

There will only be THIRTY openings for writers, but reader participation is unlimited!

For more information, check out this post.

This competition features short rounds, low word count limits (>500 words), and quick turnarounds for reading AND voting (1 week TOTAL per round). If this sounds like something you’re interested in, come check us out!

To learn more or participate as a writer or reader, please join our group on Facebook: Dramione Last Drabble Writer Standing!

[dhr-ao3]

Last Drabble Writer Standing: Virtues & Vices

Last Drabble Writer Standing: Virtues & Vices https://ift.tt/u4r1cEj by onebedtorulethemall I participated in the Last Drabble Writer Standing competition — and I won! Each chapter contains a short fic written for LDWS Round 10: Virtue & Vice. Words: 3543, Chapters: 10/10, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Last Drabble Writer Standing, Dramione Last Drabble Writer Standing 2024, Drabble Collection, Minor Drapple, mostly just jokes, some weird food innuendo, pining Draco - just the way I like him via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/t3huJxS May 19, 2024 at 01:15AM

[byrainchance]

It Was a Pleasure to Burn (Dramione x Fahrenheit 451)

LDWS Week 3: Science Fiction AU Rating: M Word Count: 350

“Captain,” Malfoy ventures, risking insubordination. “We swept this house last week.”

“That’s why we’re coming again so soon. Radicals never expect it.”

Draco’s pulse accelerates as they march up the cobbled drive.

“Could I take the lead, sir?”

“See, boys? That’s what I like to see,” Yaxley says, proudly. “Some initiative. Show them how it’s done.”

Draco pulls his wand from its holster, then pounds his fist against the door.

“Fire brigade. Open up.”

Protocol allows for ten seconds. Following that, obtain entry by force.

Exactly one second before he’s about to blast the door down, Granger swings it open.

“Yes?” Her hair is wild, a red line across her cheek like he caught her napping.

“We’ve had reports of suspicious activity. Step aside.”

“Again?” Her voice is dry, tired. She hugs her arms around herself as the firemen file in.

“Are there others in the house?”

“No.” Hermione’s face is carefully blank.

“Carrow, living room. Rowle, kitchen. Captain, stay with the girl,” Draco orders, smoothly. “I’ll sweep upstairs.”

The second his feet touch the landing, he abandons protocol. He’s supposed to search each room in sequence, leaving no stone unturned. Instead, he heads straight to her bedroom.

On the surface, it’s innocent enough. A Ministry-approved entertainment box sits on the desk, and a cursory check of the drawers finds neither quills nor paper. The single shelf on the wall displays only moving picture frames, and the wardrobe holds nothing objectionable apart from a few ugly jumpers.

But then— a faint shimmer. A disillusionment charm on her pillow.

Draco shoves his hand underneath and pulls away a worn copy of The Tales of Beadle the Bard.

“Knew we’d find something this time,” Yaxley says from the doorway, a nasty, knowing smile on his face.

“Where is she?” Draco asks, teeth gritted.

Yaxley shoves Hermione forward.

“They already knew,” she whispers, eyes wide and shining. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Draco sighs, tucking her book carefully into his breast pocket. “Now I have to burn your house down.”

He aims his wand directly at Yaxley’s chest, and doesn’t hesitate.

“Incendio.”