#hermione blurb

[winterssecrett]

MORNINGS BY HIS SIDE | DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY

ღ Draco Malfoy was a dream, and being able to sleep with him was a dream come true.

Or at least that's how Y/n saw it.

The curtains of the boy's room were open and a few rays of sun started to kiss the pale and soft skin of the Slytherin prince. In Y/n’s mind, he looked gorgeous, with his hair made a mess on top of the pillow, and his lips slightly open showing his calm breathing. God, she couldn't ask for anything else in life.

Sometimes she wondered how she had gotten so lucky.

Moving her eyes from her boyfriend's frame she turned around to look at the clock, it was 06:50 in the morning and they had classes at 08:00, the boy's alarms were gonna start sounding in a few minutes and she knew she was gonna get teased for being once again in Draco's bed.

But how could she not be there? If the boy begged her to stay every night cause he was used to not sleep alone.

Blaise's alarm started to sound annoying everyone in the room, Draco mumbled something in his sleep before hiding his face in his girlfriend's neck, he didn't feel like waking up, and no one was gonna change his mind.

“turn that shit off Blaise or I swear to god I will shove the clock in your mouth and make sure it comes out of your ass”

Mattheo wasn't the nicest person in the mornings, or ever, but they were all used to it by now. Theo moved his head to the other side of the room and let out a huff.

“non riesci nemmeno a dormire, lo so, per l'amor del cielo” (you can't even sleep now for fucks sake)

The noise stopped and Blaise locked himself in the bathroom, Draco started moving again, and Y/n left soft caresses on his back.

“Always bothering us” He murmured sleepily making her laugh

“We have class in an hour” she reminded him softly “We have to get ready”

The blonde shook his head in -no- “I have DADA on my first period, Snape can go suck my father's dick”

“Draco!” Y/n scolded, hearing Mattheo cracking up from his bed

“Sorry love” he quickly said, leaving a kiss on her lips “Why don't we stay here, just you and me, we can sleep a little bit longer and then have Dobby bring us breakfast to bed”

His proposal, his voice, his caresses on her waist, everything was making her say yes. How could she not? It was Draco Malfoy.

“Okay, fine,” Y/n told him watching a smile a pear on his face “But this is the last time”

The blonde nodded rolling his eyes, he started leaving kisses on her cheeks and then along her jaw and exposed neck.

“Fuck, I could never get tired of this”

She let out a laugh “I know, Dray, I know”

Blaise finally came out of the bathroom and Theo was quick to get up with his towel in hand ready to have a shower. Mattheo on the other hand walked to the window and pulled out a cigarette.

“Want some, Y/l/n?”

Draco didn't even let her answer.

“It's not even eight in the morning, Riddle, leave my girl alone”

She just smiled “Go back to sleep, babe, it's still way too early for you”

[apparentlytheproblem]

s w e a t e r w e a t h e r

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- Draco Malfoy

a/n: so this one is based on a situation I've been in which had me bawling, crying and literally dying. I also saw something similar on Pinterest and I thought why not? requests are always open, love, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

You found yourself in the edge of the black lake sprawled on a fuzzy blanket with all sorts of delights, giggling and laughing with a blonde Slytherin over something absolutley preposterous, the idea or to be more specific, the rumors between you and a Malfoy.

The evening was crisp already, the last of sunset just a fading pale stripe in the sky. Evening shadows deepened into blue and purple. the wind was icy and withering, it sent chills down your back.

"c'mon, its almost time for bed luv"

love. love? did he just call me love? am I okay?

"yeah, let's head back" you assented.

a cold wind swept past the both of you, Draco's eyes bumped together in a scowl and his nystagmic eyes hadn't missed anything. All he was waiting for was an ask and maybe a pretty please too.

"would it be alright if i borrow your sweater?"

their eyes my god, as if I'd say no, fuckin damn

"it would be more than alright sweetheart"

fuck. sweetheart? is he tryna kill me? what does he want? oh god

His fingers gripped the ends of the sweater covering his abdomen and quickly pulled his sweater of green and silver and handed it to her.

it was loose to say the least, but you loved it almost as much as he loved seeing you in it. it smelt of mahogany apples which he loved so much.

Draco towered over, trying to roll the sleeves for you, and grabbed your palm and began to walk as if he wasn't absolutley panicking inside.

"it smells like you"

[volturissideslut]

dating mattheo riddle hc?? pretty please 🥺

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖔 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

He doesn't have much good in his life, being the dark Lords son and all. He also doesn't trust easily

This means that when he finds you, someone good, who loves him, and he trusts. He's never letting go.l

Would genuinely die for you if push came to shove

Let's not even get into the fights he would get into defending you. He cherishes you, really, and has a dangerous lack of self preservation when it comes to making sure you're treated well

Though his grades are bad, he's actuattky really smart. It's just that he doesn't try

Seriously good at magic, especially DADA. If you're not good at it, he'll teach you. If your amazing, you'll duel.

If you win and beat, he gets really turned on. If you lose he'll teach you to be better

You're everything to him, he's going to make sure you can defend yourself

Gets all soft and mushy gushy when you're alone

He just becomes baby

Literally the embodiment of "🥺"

Wants you to pamper him, but he'll act tough and scowl. It's a cover up for his smile as he sits there with a panda face mask and you paining his nails metallic green.

You know that tiktok thing where draco gives you his ring? He does that. Puts it nice on a necklace to show the other guys you're his

But it's not a one sided thing. Nobody would dare say shit to him anyway, so he'll put on one of your jewelry pieces or scrunchies.

(please please please buy him a nice bracelet of give him one of yours. He LOVES them but would never tell or ask)

Give him flowers, please. He'll cry.

He'll call you princess and treat you like one.

But give him princess treatment back I beg

Is your personal hype man

BUT I MUST REITTERATE: IT TAKES A LONG TIME FOR HIM TO GET COMFORTABLE ENOUGH WITH YOU TO GET TO THIS POINT

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Invisible: Hermione x Reader {Blurb}

WolfStar!Slytherin!werewolf!Reader x Hermione

Masterlist

Summary: Reader is a bit of a punk like Sirius, with Remus's insecurities. She doesn't believe she deserves a girl like Hermione. No real plot just Angst straight into fluff

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, reader is a bit of a mess, insults, Hermione hit the reader a few times (please reach out if I missed something}

Wc- 2199

{Y/N} Lupin had never been invisible. Even on days you tried to be, the whispers and eyes still followed you through the halls. See, you were a bit too much like your father, Sirius. You styled like him. Every weekend, his old leather jacket, hair dyed a deep jet black, nails to match. Minnie would say you had the attitude, more in for a thrill then the consequence. Snape would say your grades were like his as well, just enough to pass and just engaged enough to not be called out. Not that you didn't relish in the attention and laughs you got when a teacher tried to reprimand you, and a very Sirius-like comment or two later, the classroom was full of snickering juveniles and you had one more detention on your record. A record, your father, for the life of him, couldn't tell you what it was for. He got an amazing job as an Auror straight out of school despite it all. If that wouldn't usually keep people a good distance away from you, you had the mind of your dad. Methodical and exact, Remus gifted you a weapon no one could quite match. Well.. until you met her.

Hermione Granger.

You see, nothing good could come of a troublemaker, unless they were a Gryffindor. If your reputation wasn't enough, your rule of kiss and tell would be. You were quite popular with the girls and guys of your year. You knew what they wanted and you entertained it. You understood who you were, a Slytherin, a delinquent, someone so bad yet irresistible. No one stayed later than a week or two, you never blamed them. When they got to know you, when they knew you weren't some fantasy written heart throb, their interest was lost. 

You liked to pretend it didn't hurt. It was good fun now and again, but every time someone stopped coming around you were reminded just what it was. Just the perfect amount of hurt and vulnerability for the next one when they came round. Your coping mechanism was the same thing hurting you, and you became cruel about it. 

You spent most of your days with Theodore Nott, a boy with much the same reputation. Complaining to each other just to fill the silence. If your parents knew you associated with the boy, there would be a riot. A Death Eater’s son, someone you trusted more with the secrets of your heart than your own father.

“So Snape says I have to stay in this Hogsmeade trip to study. Roped some poor third year into helping me.” You groaned and Theodore snickered at this. “Has the toad even seen your grades?”

“Bloody doubt it.” You huffed and took a drag of your cigarette. “Just hope it's not some brat, you know? Odd I have to study with someone younger.” You mumbled and handed the stick over to Nott, but it was intercepted by a pale delicate hand. 

Some girl, maybe only 14 years old, snatched the bud from your hand and dropped it on the cobbled floor. Stepping on it with a huff. She turned to you with a vicious smile. “How very kind of you for being early. Names Granger. Hermione Granger.” She held her hand out and you looked her up and down in annoyance. 

“Don't tell me you're the person who is supposed to assist me.” You scoffed and she smiled brightly. Clearly there was some hidden malice there. You were shocked a Gryffindor of all houses had chosen to throw away her weekend to 'help’ you. 

You huffed and took her hand, shaking it firm before she walked past you. You apologized to Theodore and began to follow her. 

That's how the unlikely dynamic began. That day you did everything in your power to get under her skin, and she yours. You would flirt with her, make crude jokes, ignore the work at any cost. She would badger you with questions you were sure the little lion didn't even know herself.

Your goal was to get her to leave you alone. But she refused.

Every time you were forced to detention study, there she was. It was like torture. You wanted to curse Snape’s very existence, but also thank him on your hands and knees for the opportunity. In normal circumstances, you would never have been able to even talk to Granger. She was so wrapped up in Harry -the chosen one- Potter and Ron -just stop whining- Weasley, you didn't even think about her much. 

That was your downfall, of course. You don't think of yourself as someone to fall, especially for an underclassman, but Merlin she was magnetic. Just enough sass and spunk, a bit of a smart ass but it left you wanting more. You tested the water a few times, but when Summer came around and you were sent home to your dads, you didn't send a letter, neither did she.

You and Hermione’s relationship was purely for studying. You knew there were people in your life that were made for certain times, and Hermione was made for quiet library rendezvous. For whispered flirts and cheeky comments between paragraphs. For daunting questions and electric praise. You just wished you could spend all year between those book pages, knee to knee, pretending nothing outside the library mattered. That you both weren’t helplessly over your heads.

That summer was hell, it felt like you were going through withdrawals. It's likely what it was, considering you wouldn't dream of bringing a smoke into your home. Sirius had a nose for that sort of thing. Though it seemed in your current state all you could think of was the fluffy haired girl. Even when you met some muggles to party with over the summer, even when you met up with some of your wix friends, you had fun but kept thinking about her beautiful eyes. It didn't help that you spent almost every weekend and full moon at the Potter’s, and your aunt Lily behaved so much like Hermione it terrified you. Especially since you were no James Potter.

It was pathetic, you decided. When the next school year came around, you did everything in your power to avoid her. Even getting good grades. Then, like some sick twisted joke, the Yule ball came. Everyone was pairing up and you didn't have the heart to stomach being around Hermione. You knew she wasn't someone to gloat or ramble on about the more feminine things in life, but even if it was just a passing comment you knew you wouldn't be able to take it. Knowing who was going to be whisking her off her feet all night, staring into her playful eyes, getting to see the caged bird fly, when you refused to beg for the key. You knew you weren't worth such a luxury. Hermione Granger was made for people like Krum, a famous Quidditch star, or a boy like Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Even Ron Weasley, a pureblood with a huge family with no real baggage. One that would allow her wings to spread and give her the freedom in her life. 

You caught yourself, thinking with such longing for her was vexing. You never found yourself thinking about forever. Not with anyone, until you met her. What good could you do for her? All you could truly offer was your father’s family’s blood money, your horrid reputation, and your werewolf blood. You knew how the world saw you, considering your father just quit last year because he was one.

When the night came, you and Theodore decided to go together. Most of the night was spent dancing with people who came alone, or each other, even drinking spiked juice when the weird sisters started up. Your eyes locked with Hermione’s, on complete accident. Your breath hitched when you saw her blissful smile turn to a look of hurt and disconnection. Your face fell, whatever joke Nott was on about with the girls you were with went silent on your ears. 

“Hey, man, I need some air.” You muttered to him, still holding Hermione’s eyes. Nott waved you off and you finally broke eye contact and hurried out of the hall.

You grabbed your suit’s coat on the way out. You were wearing a muggle suit, just a white button up, a green vest, black tie, and of course the black coat. You rushed to fix the coat around your sides as you began to turn down the hall. Getting as far away from them as possible.

“Don't you dare!” You heard a shout from behind you. You turned sharply on your heel at the familiar voice. You had never heard it so painful. You locked eyes with Hermione and she stalked toward you. You took a sharp breath and got ready for the first conversation you would have with her from the entire year. “What is your problem!?” She yelled at you.

“Hm? What's wrong, otter?” You played coy and pushed your hair back. You gave her your best smile, but from the look in her eyes you could tell it wasn't working. She scoffed at you and threw her gloves at your chest.

“You,,, You selfish git! I knew I should have listened to everyone! You're nothing but a scoundrel!” She shouted at you, in between shoves to your chest that got weaker as tears filled her eyes. You were stunned, jaw slack and trying to figure out just what to say in this moment.

You eventually grabbed her wrists and cooed at her to take a breath. It broke your heart to see her like this. “Come on now, you know I hate seeing pretty girls cry.” You mused and she huffed. “Don't call me that.”

“What? Otter or Pretty girl?” You asked and she huffed. 

“Both! You don't get to after what you've done!” Her shouts filled the empty hall. You grimaced and sighed. 

“Listen-”

“No! You listen to me!” She shouted over you and you quickly nodded. “I have spent my time at Hogwarts thinking I was invisible. I did my best, I got top grades, and the second people began to notice they acted like I was some kind of disease! Like I was just some arrogant cocky Muggle born who didn't deserve to be here.”

“You do-”

“It’s my turn Lupin!” She cut you off again and you nodded, putting her gloves in your pocket and leaning forward to try and dry her eyes. She leaned into your hands and it calmed her instantly. “I felt so out of place. I felt like I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then I met you,” She whispered and stepped forward. Her arms wrapped around your middle and she hid her face in your suit. “When I talked, you listened. When I asked you answered. You sought me out.. You made me feel like you wanted me around. Like I was special.”

You looked down at her in surprise.

“You were the first person to show me what that felt like. Everyone warned me that you were just a cruel flirt. And I guess they were right. I don't know what I thought, I see the girls you've had before, All pretty and done up, so bold and confident. I didn't even get the luxury to say I lost you like they have. Because I never had you. You never wanted me. You're cruel, {Y/N} Lupin.” She sniffled.

Your eyes were wide and you quickly wrapped your arms around her. Pulling her close into your chest you allowed yourself to press your nose to her hair. You let her cry in frustration in your arms. Not stopping her when she would occasionally hit your side with her closed fist. 

“Say something.” She begged pathetically, sniffling into your chest.

“... I have been torturing myself for months, thinking I wasn't worth your time, Hermione.” You admitted, voice dripping in shame. She scoffed and you pulled some of her hair behind her ear.

“Rubbish.”

“It's true.” You cooed in a playful tone. Pressing your chin to her head. “I was so wrapped up in the idea that you didn't want me back, Otter.”

Her sniffles slowly died out, she pulled back and looked you in the eye. You grabbed her cheeks again and leaned in closer. Your lips were a few inches from each other. You could feel her breath brush your lips. “You wanted me?”

“I want you.” You corrected and leaned in closer. She closed her eyes and her breath hitched. You stared at her, admiring her in the moonlight. You usually hated the moon and what it did to your family, but right now, you couldn't think of a better color for her. Your thumb traced her cupid’s bow and she huffed. “I am still mad at you, Lupin. So I’ll give you a choice.” She whined up at you and you smirked.

“Yes, pretty girl?”

“Kiss me or walk me back.”

You laughed and moved closer, your eyes lidding. “That’s a big gamble you're making there.” You breathe and she only smirks. “I like my odds.”

[ankoluvly]

Thinking about a cute lil Deer reader!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Deer ! reader who happily trots around Hogwarts whenever they’re happy, leaving people confused as they stare down the random deer inside their school halls,

“Is that… a deer?” Pansy asked moving back in her seat to get a look, a look of confusion on her face, as Blaise and Draco turn their heads. “That’s the same deer from on the Hogwarts express.” Draco added, as Blaise looks forward, hiding a little smirk.

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Deer ! reader who’s popular within Hogwarts, mainly for her inappropriate tendencies and jokes, and attachment to every guy she’s ever dated…but more so for her continuous on and off relationship with the Slytherin Blaise Zabini ᡣ𐭩

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Deer ! reader who’s also popular, due to her friendship with the golden trio which no one would’ve expected…but then again, she’s Harry Potters brother!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Blaise and Harry who are the only one who knows about Deer ! reader being an Animagus

“It’s that bloody deer again,” Ron says, sitting next to Hermione. “Why has the school done nothing about it?” Hermione says confused, watching as the Deer climbed up the staircase. Harry lets out a quiet, frustrated sigh as he rubs his temple, saying sarcastically, “Who knows..maybe it’s the new school pet.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Deer ! reader who loves to risk getting in trouble,

“Snape went in there!” Hermione whispered to her two best friends, slowly walking forwards to the hidden door, her friends following. They try listening while peaking in, before Harrys attention is diverted to a little Deer under a table in the room. “Y/N!” Harry calls almost impossibly quiet, throwing a slight rock to reader, trying to quietly demand reader over, in response reader simply rolls her head. before continuing closer. “Bloody hell, that deer is everywhere..”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Deer ! reader who has no sense of properness. Who in front of people will ask and say the most out of pocket things. and wear the most out of pocket clothes

“So, how do i look like?” Y/N asks coming into the dining room, in a cute, pink lingerie set. Everyone stopping slightly in confusion and shock, before Fred smirks, “You look hot.” “Fred Gideon Weasley!” Molly calls out, banging newspaper on his head. “Did you just call my sister hot?” Harry says, grossed out. “Think you,” Y/N says with a wink towards Fred before turning around to leave.

While Mad eye moody, Remus and Sirius sit there awkwardly.

….. “is this a normal occurrence?”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Made by Ankoluvly 2024 on Tumblr!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Based off me bc i really wanted a hypersexual reader bc i’m hypersexual and i’m literally in love with Blaise and both in love with Fred Weasley and a whore for Fred Weasley <33

[urwhorecrux]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳: 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥 + 𝘩𝘤𝘴

she’s always searching for your hand for a sense of comfort whenever she’s stressed.

if you bring up an interest of yours she’ll learn about it so she can talk to you about it too.

she’ll knit matching scarfs for you.

she loves petting stray cats with you, or even going to an animal shelter and petting all the cats with you.

[fictional-magic]

love for cigs and love without 'em

black!reader x harry potter summary: you'd do anything for harry. even stop smoking.

if i were to imagine harry in a relationship with sirius' daughter: the fire crackled below the sofa, as you take out a cigarette from the box set aside on a table you didn't know belonged to who, and harry watched, entranced by your movements of lighting the stick between your nimble fingers. his eyes trace your neck as you look up to release a steady stream of smoke from your soft lips. he glances with his eyes slightly wide, not understanding the absolute serenity on your face by the icky scent of smoke emerging and spreading across the room. he doesn't smoke, no. a boy like him you assume, would never indulge in activities as crass as getting high. however, he doesn't need tobacco to get drunk. he gets drunk on the way your body relaxes as you take in the smoke and release it. he feels bold once you've finally blown it out on your ashtray beside you. he slowly asks you for permission non-verbally as he brings you in closer and puts his lips on yours, softness emerging from his body, and messy, lovesick movements from yours. it feels good to know he kissed you first this time.

your back sinks more into the couch as he kisses you mad, never stopping the electric connection between you two. he then slowly whispers, "you smell like bad smoke." as you almost grin into his mouth as you mutter back, "alright love, i'll quit." ---------- your eyes are red from completing an essay that was due two weeks ago as you sit on the bench of the hall, eating a sandwich way too oily to be classified as breakfast.

hermione talks to you about things you're not listening to, because you'll forget it later anyway. your amazing boyfriend walks in, who you're too overwhelmed to talk to as he helped you from your sixth to twelfth mental breakdown yesterday as you complained about incoherently stupid stuff that happens on a daily basis in your life.

as you think and overthink about things definitely not worth your time, harry has already sat in the bench beside yours. you come back to earth from your thoughts of girls exclaiming about a slytherin sitting with the chosen one when the boy in question talks about quidditch practice to ron. you hear george from the other end of the gryffindor table, shouting at the top of his lungs as always, "got a cig on you, black?" with that everlasting, cheerful, happy grin, one that burns your insides when you think of being as happy as him. you respond in a less loud manner, "i quit already. wrong timing!" as your three friends side-eye you in a way you'd be convinced you just killed someone. with a confused face, you sigh, "what?" "you quit smoking? am i hearing this right?" your girl best friend exclaims. you feel way too much like the centre of attention to reply properly. "oh, sod off." is your lame attempt at fake exhaustion. "why though? why now?" asks ron. "because your dear harry here," she clears her throat, "does not like the taste of smoke." the guy you're spilling secrets of coughs up his pumpkin juice at this, clearing his throat violently. you pat his back, smirking, happy with your response which shook him, and ask with dripping sarcasm and faux concern, "are you alright harry?" he coughs again, and then replies with the most boring response ever, "i'm fine, yeah." two minutes later, after processing whatever happened, he opens his mouth again, "you quit something you love for me?" as you laugh unabashedly and look the opposite direction, "i love you more than i love smoke, sweets." and glance at him with that sirius black grin once again.

[myfeetrcolddd]

What if?

When she was very young Hermione had met a boy.

He was pale, and his hair so blonde it looked white, and at their young age he already had a small scowl.

She hadn't thought much about him at first, not until he began to monopolize on her one and only friends time, because at that age Hermione had already begun having trouble making friends.

So, she became somewhat possessive of that friend, in the end she became better friends with the small blonde boy. The best of friends.

He really was the only person who talked to her. Though, she wasn't quite aware of it.

After that year of friendship, the boy had disappeared and for years she wondered about the boy with hair so blonde it was white, the boy who despite his small scowl never seemed to scowl in her presence.

When she got her letter to Hogwarts she had even wondered if he had gotten one. If he did, would he remember her? Did he think of her as much as she thought about him?

Growing up Hermione still struggled with making friends, and she never felt as though she had met anyone who she liked as much as she had liked him, no one as close the two of them had became.

What she hadn't expected was to actually see him that first day. He was taller, not taller than her yet, and he had begun to slick back his hair and his scowl had grown.

He hardly looked anything like the boy she remembered but she knew it was him.

His blue eyes snapped to hers, and she saw the recognition flicker in his eyes and it was like a reel of memories flashed before her eyes. Of their families dining together, having each other over.

She smiled at him, but his face remained indifferent. His eyes glazed over and it no longer seemed like he recognized her, it was like he was looking at a stranger.

For someone so smart Hermione Granger could never quite grasp how to make and keep friends. Though, with Draco she thought she had perfected it, and all her other friendships were her grasping on the one she had with him.

Admittedly it had not only been friendly feelings she had for the boy. Her feelings for him, her first real friend, had branched into something more. Something she never quite got over.

And even as the years went on, as he continued to ignore her and their history, she thought about him and what could have been. If she had been more out going and confronted him. If she hadn't befriended Ron and Harry, would Draco have eventually warmed up?

She would never know, she would only ever be haunted by what might have been. Forced to play the 'what if' game every day before bed and every time she saw him in the halls or read of him in the papers.

So this is my first Dramione fic. Probs my last.

It's heavily based on my life and a friendship I had...

So if this makes no sense just keep scroling<3

[elliebyrrdwrites]

13.3

DRACO

There was nothing more lovely than the sight of a wide-eyed, open mouthed Hermione Granger. She was awe-struck by his confession, one he hadn’t given anyone. A truth he kept hidden away since he was ten years old.

Well, there might be something more beautiful.

It was the flare of indignation that crept slowly into her sparkling brown eyes as his words sunk into her.

“What do you mean, it started at the beginning? The beginning of what?”

Draco shrugged, muscles loosened from the small amount of alcohol coursing through his system. “Of school.”

She was scowling at him. “How is that possible?”

Draco shrugged, finding it hard to put into words the complex and twisted lines of fate that led him here. “It just is.” He straightened and lifted his menu again. “Shall we order?”

“We were ten.”

“And I was already in love, imagine that.”

“You’re a liar.”

He was. And he was currently lying. Well, actually, he was elaborating. Draco was ten when he first found himself compelled with Hermione Granger. The fact of the matter was that it developed into a crush around third year and he believed he fell in love with her during their sixth year.

“You had a lot of hair.” He watched her face turn red and her nostrils flare. “And your teeth,” He flicked his hand toward her face. “They were quite large.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She pushed out through clenched teeth.

Draco battled with the need to calm her down, to tell her how fucking fascinating he had found her and also with the need to get her worked up. She had tricked him into this date, after all. It only seemed fair.

Besides, when Hermione was upset, she got flushed, her eyes brighter than usual. It allowed him to imagine her flush and bright in other positions. Like in his lap and with him tucked deep inside of her.

“You asked me when it started.” Draco lifted a hand for the waiter, signaling for assistance.

“You are the worst.” She pushed away from the table.

“Granger,” He sighed. But she was already rushing out of the restaurant, away from him.

Draco quickly paid for their drinks before running after her. She was already trudging through the field, past the little farm. He marveled at how quickly she moved when she was upset and not wearing heels.

“Granger,” He called, jogging after her.

“Go away.”

“Well, you know I can’t do that.”

She stopped and spun to face him. “You ruin everything.”

He smiled at the way the wind ripped at her hair, pulling strands and wrapping them around one another. Her hair was naturally wild and here in the wind, it looked at home. He loved her hair.

She growled. “You think this is some kind of a joke. But you know what, Malfoy, I’m tired of being the butt of all your jokes.”

Draco’s smile faded at her words. At the way she turned her back on him again and marched up the hill. She was aiming for the spot they had arrived with the Portkey.

He had teased her, relentlessly, as children. He didn't know how to tackle his obsession with her then, he only knew what he was ordered to do. Which was to hate her, minimize her. She had seemed so fucking resilient that he believed her impervious to his vitriol. It made him even more fascinated with her.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere where you aren’t.”

“That’s impossible.” He sighed, catching up to her with his long strides. He was walking beside her now and watched as she kept pushing curls away from her face, throwing her shoulders back each time as they worked their way up the hill. On her fourth attempt to pick hair out of her mouth, Draco latched onto her wrist and pulled her to a stop.

“Granger,” He sighed. “Would you calm down?”

“Calm down?” She shoved at his chest with one hand, pulling her other hand free. Draco lit up at the feel of her hand pressing into him. At the combative way she shoved and pulled, her hair flying wildly around. “Stop telling me what to do! I am not a child!” She pulled her hand from his chest and spun to leave.

But Draco was still holding onto her and the grass was still wet.

Hermione slipped and went down, taking Draco with her.

With a grunt and a yelp, they fell and tumbled several feet down the hillside.

Draco managed to wrap her up in his arms as they rolled and when they came to a halt, she was beneath him, panting and wide-eyed.

Draco’s hands were stuck between her and the ground, his legs straddled her hips. Her hands were stuck between their bodies.

That was when he realized how cold she was. Her skin was pebbled, her body trembled beneath this, despite the flush brightening her cheeks.

Words began to tumble free from him. “I had never met anyone like you. You tore into that compartment like you owned the damn train.”

Her eyes found his mouth.

“And I liked your teeth.” He exhaled and her eyes lifted to his eyes.

“You did?” Her voice was broken and soft.

Draco was so close to her, he could taste her breath. It caused visceral reactions, it caused reactions that went soul deep. He nodded, lowering his head just enough to brush the tip of her nose with his.

“I did. I do.” He murmured.

She leaned up into him, straining her neck enough that Draco lowered his head some more, and brushed his lips against her cheek. Her hands latched onto the fabric of his shirt.

Her breath shuddered against his face, and the urge to drag his teeth along her skin, his lips across her mouth was too overwhelming, and so he moved his lips lower, towards the corner of her lips.

“Draco, get to Hambleden now.” Theo’s voice suddenly erupted into the night, startling both of them.

He looked over his shoulder to find Theo’s silver fox Patronus standing before them. He didn’t like the tone to his voice. Hermione’s hands fell away and Draco had to pull her up with him in order to gain control of his hands again.

“Do you think Harry is okay?” She looked scared and Draco’s resolve hardened.

“I don’t know. Let’s go find out.” He pulled her to her feet and together, they apparated out of East Cumbria and into Hambleden.

[crumbledcastle28]

Green Eyes, Red Face - crumbledcastle28 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

I have finished my dramione novella! I would love it if you checked it out :)

[winterssecrett]

SECRET KISSES | PANSY PÁRKINSON

ღ Sighs gasps, and soft moans could be heard from one of the stalls in the girls' bathroom. Y/n had Pansy against one of the walls while she left kisses and licks on the exposed skin of her pale neck, her right hand was lost between the girl's legs, deliciously playing with her needed button.

"Fuck, Y/n," Pansy moaned, throwing her head back

Her legs were spread and her panties were pushed to one side, giving her full access to her girl. Y/n's fingers were doing wonders in her pussy, one playing with her clit while two others moved in and out of her wet hole.

Y/n smiled when she saw her so desperate. "Is this what you needed? You just had to talk love, there was no need to act like a brat all-day”

Hearing her, Pansy whined, although she had been upset all morning by the little attention she had received from the girl, she would never admit it in front of her. They were not girlfriends and no one had any idea what was happening between them, but even so, there was no lack of scenes of jealousy.

Y/n sped up her movements and Pansy let the moans fall freely from her mouth.

“That's it doll, let everyone hear you, that's what you want right? Let everyone know that you are mine”

“Fuck, yes! Don't stop, please don't stop”

Y/n brought their lips together to try and keep her quiet, while she continued fucking her with her fingers. Pansy started to move her hips trying to match her movements and create more friction for herself.

“You close, doll? You're gonna come on my fingers like a needy slut?”

The dirty talk did it for her because right after Y/n finished her sentence the black-haired girl arched her back and gripped tightly Y/n’s body against her. Her legs were shaky and her body felt limp, she was fucking fucked out.

Leaving one last kiss on her lips, Y/n pulled out her fingers from her pussy and brought them close to her mouth.

“Clean them up, love,” she said softly, watching her immediately obey

Once she was finished, Y/n fixed her panties and skirt, trying to make her look presentable before they went out of the bathroom.

“Are you coming tonight?” Pansy asked in almost a whisper

She smiled and caressed her cheek “I will, but we're just sleeping tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow”

The black-haired girl smiled mischievously “Whatever you want, sweets”

Both of them laughed, knowing how much of a lie their conversation was. They weren't gonna sleep at all.

[volturissideslut]

hiii!!! could you make dating hc for ron weasley? love your writtint btw

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Ron Weasley who loves to take naps on you, he's always trying his best to keep up with Harry and Hermione but he always feels hidden and able to rest in your arms.

Ron Weasley who exists to make you laugh, always trying to do something to impress you whether it be a joke or lifting something up for you. He just loves the way it makes you look up at him.

Ron Weasley who, in his quidditch games, just has to lock eyes with you every couple minutes. He's making sure your eyes are on him and nobody else, did you see how he just dodged the bludger??

Ron Weasley who never shits up. Its like he looks at you and suddenly every though he has ever had in his entire life just falls out of him mouth with no order or sense to it. One second its his every thought about his great aunt's cat, and the next he's on about these buttercream candies you have to try.

Ron Weasley who practically lives ten years in the future. It's lunch time in the great hall and hes asking you if you should sign your kid up for ballet classes. What kid, you may ask? Well, the one you'll have after he's married you of course! Now will it be ballet or swimming lessons?

Ron Weasley who pretends to hate doing couple things like matching clothes and refuses to do it outside of holidays like Christmas or Birthdays or days that end in 'y'. Even if nobody can tell, he'll be begrudgingly matching his socks with you almost every morning.

Ron Weasley who doesn't care that Percy tells him off for stealing his own, he's got important letters to send to you and whats a bit of snark and yelling between brothers? It's far too important that he tell you about the soup he had for lunch because he knows you'd love it too.

Ron Weasley who loves you very very much. Enough to convince Fred and George to let him help out at the shop to save up some money. He's got a girlfriend and imaginary kids to save up for.

[cauliflowertree]

hermione granger—i wanna kiss your lips.

summary: hermione’s heartbreak planted the roots for your love story.

word count: 0.5k

fanfiction no. 003

hermione had always been your best friend, despite her overactive dedication to her studies, it hadn’t deterred you from her friendship. everything about her invited you in, from her bouncy curls and her radiant smile to her quiet disposition and eagerness to depart knowledge.

it had shattered your happiness to see her so enraptured with ron weasley, but it had ached further the day she came running from the gryffindor party and into your arms for the comfort she so craved after an arrow to the heart. you’d grown to dislike ron over the past few months, making him the villain in yours and hermione’s story.

she deserved better, you had told her, and she believed you. you hadn’t expected a love to blossom from such turmoil, but it had. in that moment something between you and hermione had shifted, and she no longer saw the friendship between you as strictly platonic.

now you roamed muggle london streets, summer slowly turning into autumn, the leaves not quite ready to abandon their hosts but on the brink of descent. the damp cobbled streets you walked along had tourists particularly delighted, but you and hermione only smiled in good humour as they walked off to stand in awe of some building they thought was surely ‘at least a thousand years old’.

hermione hesitated turning the corner. “do you mind if we go in there? it looks lovely,” she asked, nodding across the street.

you looked over through the window and saw behind the glass long lines of pastries, breads and sweet treats beckoning the two of you inside. you could never deny hermione a single thing, not one, and as her gloved hand tugged you inside, you smiled gently.

she inhaled the fresh aroma of the little bakery and skimmed over the various options she had to choose from. her hair fell past her shoulders but you could still see the growing smile stretching across her lips. her eyes lingered particularly long on the bread section, and soon enough, she was ready to order.

“hi, can i get one of those baguettes and a cinnamon roll please?” she asked the shopkeeper quietly, standing on her tiptoes and shyly pointing to the cinnamon roles with the icing on top. “do you want anything?” she turned to you.

“no, thank you. what’s the baguette for?” you asked her curiously.

“i thought i could make us a nice lunch,” she explained.

of course. she was always thinking ahead, always thinking of something she could do for the two of you, something she could do for you.

after the shopkeeper wrapped her items, she directed her to the end of the counter where the till was located. while hermione fished around for some muggle coins in her purse, you handed the woman a muggle note which covered the expense fully and placed your hand on hermione’s arm.

“no need, darling.”

“but you always pay,” she protested.

“that’s how i like it,” you winked, taking the baked goods and leading her out of the shop.

“well,” she sighed, “thank you,” she relented, taking her cinnamon roll, waiting until she had exited the bakery to take her first bite.

“good?”

“amazing,” she replied, “just like you. and just like the lunch i’m going to make you later,” she laughed.

“i believe it,” you agreed, pecking her lips gently.

[rose-of-the-grave]

Totally Accidental Mistake

This is a short blurb based off of this idea. Hope you all enjoy! As always I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: none

Word Count: 327

Description: James makes a mistake in awarding points during his DADA class, but was it really a mistake?

Taglist: @sylveryfire

“Alright, class, today we’re discussing magical creatures. Who can tell me the properties of a Thestral?” Professor Potter asked, his eyes scanning the room for a raised hand.

Hermione, the overachieving student as usual, raised her hand eagerly wanting to showcase her knowledge. Normally, James would have called on her, knowing that she would be able to answer. She was smart and his son’s best friend, making her easily one of his favorite students in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. However, today he decided to switch it up a bit, calling on someone else.

His eyes soon locked on the perfect target. A Slytherin who was not paying attention in favor of talking with his tablemate. The blond third year student was easily one of his least favorite students. Draco Malfoy may be smart but he was a git. If Harry said he was bad news, then James was inclined to believe him.

“Malfoy? Care to answer the question or are you too occupied discussing more important matters with Mr. Zabini?”

The boy turned to face him, an annoyed expression on his face.

He then went on to answer the question in a bored tone, “Thestrals are visible only to those who have witnessed death.”

“Correct. Ten points to Gryffindor!”

Malfoy stood up,threatening, “My father will hear about this!” before storming out of the room. Coming from a thirteen year old, that wasn’t that threatening.

All of the Slytherins in the room started to protest loudly while many of the Gryffindors simply laughed, not bothering to correct their professor. Harry and Ron were laughing their heads off. He winked at them before assuming an apologetic expression.

“Professor, you awarded points to the wrong house!” Pansy Parkinson shouted indignantly from the back of the room.

James chuckled, “Apologies Ms. Parkinson. I do believe you are right. Ten points to Slytherin.”

The students all settled down and he continued with their lesson without another slip up.

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

for the event for draco ❄️

a blurb request- you and draco go christmas shopping 🛍

Memories Blurb (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary- The reader is determined to go shopping for Christmas decorations, but Draco isn't really a fan of shopping.

A/n- In love with this concept may! Hope you like this!

Words- 791 words

Draco Masterlist Main Masterlist

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You begged and yanked at Draco's shirt, "Please Darco," as he sat sternly next to you on the couch, "No no no, absolutely not," he murmured while folding his arms.

You wanted to go Christmas shopping because in your opinion you didn't have any Christmas decorations for the tree and the house, but Draco on the other hand suggested that they used magic to decorate everything which you disagreed with as you wanted to decorate the house in your own way without magic.

"Come on Draco, Christmas comes only once a year, if you don't come with me for shopping then have fun spending Christmas alone," you said, standing up and ready to leave.

And then Draco sighed in defeat and grabbed your hand saying, "Okay fine darling, you win" to which your face lit up like a child was given a chocolate frog.

Draco urged that you purchase the decorations in the wizarding world shops, but you chose to go to the muggle world shops instead because the majority of them were places you were extremely familiar with and would remind you of the Christmas ornaments you and your muggle friends used to buy as children.

You went to Liberty London with Draco to buy decorations for the Christmas tree that you both had purchased from the wizarding world's store and had at home.

You admired the store as memories flashed before your eyes, "Draco, this is a very well-known muggle store called Liberty London, when I was young, I and my friends used to come here to buy all of our Christmas decorations," you stated.

The store was decked in red and green, and the employees were dressed properly for the holiday season. Draco commented, "Wow, the muggles haven't done that horrible of a job to make a decent store."

You dragged Draco around the store to find the decorations you wanted, "What's next?" Draco asked as you looked through your shopping list, "Snow globe" you replied as your eyes glanced towards a shelf on top of which snow globes were kept.

Draco gave you a quick glance before turning to the direction you were facing and turning back to you with a smirk on his lips. "You want that, huh?" he questioned, gesturing at the top of the shelf where the snow globes were kept.

You nodded, and Draco said, "Get it beautiful," folding his hands as he smiled at you. You added, "Watch me," and you walked over to the shelf, trying to reach it with your toes but failing because your hands could only reach the third shelf.

Draco chuckled and you huffed, "Can't you see your poor girlfriend is trying to pick something up from a shelf?" to which Draco responded, "Yes, I can see that". You glared at him and said, "So shouldn't you help her out?"

Draco laughed out loud and nodded, and then walked up to the shelf and took it without even having to struggle for a second. While Draco contained his chuckle, you gave him a quick glance and took the globe from his grasp. When you stared at him, you were unable to control your laughter and had to laugh out loud.

After adding everything you needed for Christmas you and Draco went to the cashier to pay for the items.

"Your total is £456.75," said the cashier who packed all of the decorations in a Christmas-themed bag and handed it to Draco while you paid and said, "Thank you" and left the store.

Draco asked, "Are you happy now?," and when you replied, "Yes, very," he asked, "Shall we go back? and you both nodded. After returning to your home, you decided to invite everyone to help you decorate the house and enjoy Christmas.

You asked help from the Weasley family, Luna, and Hermione, who all helped in decorating the house with the ornaments you had purchased. Draco made the decision to prepare the Christmas dinner, and Harry and Ron joined him. Together, you, Molly, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, and George decided to finish the house's decoration before inviting the other guests.

After spending approximately two hours decorating and putting everything up, you all asked the other guests to join you for Christmas dinner and a party. The night finished with you and Draco sharing a kiss while Harry pretended to gag as you glared at him. When everyone departed the house, you all looked at the pictures and videos you had all taken.

"So, how was the day?" "It was amazing," you responded as you went through the pictures you'd taken and kept a picture of you and Draco kissing as your wallpaper. Draco grinned at you, kissed you on the forehead, and snuggled you to sleep.

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[nik2blog]

"The Shadows We Inherit"

In the aftermath of the wizarding war, Hogwarts stands as a scarred but resilient bastion of hope. Yet, an ominous undercurrent threatens to unravel the hard-won peace. Draco Malfoy, shackled by the weight of his family's dark history, and Hermione Granger, bearing the emotional toll of battle, find themselves reluctantly entwined in a web of mystery and danger.

As a new school year progresses, Draco and Hermione, appointed by the Ministry to investigate, uncover a world hidden in plain sight. A secret society emerges from the shadows, manipulating the lingering dark magic for their own sinister purposes.

The duo, forced to collaborate, embark on a perilous journey to unravel the conspiracy. Hidden passages, ancient spells, and long-buried secrets lead them deeper into the heart of darkness. Along the way, they confront old prejudices, grapple with their own demons, and discover unexpected allies in the unlikeliest places.

As the line between light and dark blurs, Draco and Hermione find themselves questioning everything they thought they knew. Loyalties waver, alliances shift, and a forbidden connection blossoms amidst the chaos. The forbidden nature of their growing bond intensifies as they navigate the treacherous landscape of deception and intrigue.

In this world where trust is a rare commodity, love becomes both a sanctuary and a battleground. Can Draco and Hermione defy the shadows that threaten to consume them, or will their burgeoning love become collateral damage in the ongoing war between darkness and light? The corridors of Hogwarts whisper with secrets, and the fate of the wizarding world rests on the choices made in the heart of the darkness they seek to conquer.