#hermione edit

[dramionefandom]

Art by: incendiosketches

[roseheira]

Happiest of birthdays to the best girl.

[t-o-m-i-o-n-e]

pt. 1

i am lord voldemort

[proxductions]

a caught kiss from a Weasley.

summary: a mistletoe had strangely appeared above you and Fred Weasley.

parings: Fred Weasley x!gryffindorreader.

wordcount: _

warnings/notes: none. lowercase intended lol

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“gosh fred! don’t yank me!!” Y/N laughed, as Fred Weasley “yanked” her into the common room.

“Ah, please! I’m not wasting anymore time!!” yelled Fred who was practically screaming.

both had left the Christmas Party in the great hall when Fred said that he had to show her something. ( “he’s gonna prank you I swear!” ginny had warned y/n. )

“here- uh okay. hold my hands Y/N.”

“and why’s that george?” Y/N said jokingly.

“shut up!” he said laughing.

the common room was lit; ginny and harry had done a great job decorating the room (mostly Ginny blushing at Harry. )but in Y/N’s Opinion, it just looked like a red room to her and it was practically blinding the poor girl.

“hey, y/n.”

you turned your head to see Fred’s eyes already at yours.

it was strangely strange to you. Fred Weasley was never this serious.

he smiled at you, looked up and said “oh, how did this come here?”

you already knew. your stomach dropped as you looked up to see a freaking mistletoe above you.

you panicked and turned to the side. but before you could sit on the sofa near, two big arms caught your waist and turned; twirled you around and made you face Fred Freaking Weasley

“Ah ah ah, not so fast pumpkin. never break tradition!!”.

_____

he caught your sweet lips quickly; it was like a mixture of butter-beer and cherries. he moved his hand to your waist and the other to your soft cheek. he picked you up and swayed on the spot.

a few seconds later you and him let go for air just to see Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Harry there. flabbergasted. Hermione and Ginny blushing furiously, looked at Ron/Harry and left giggling.

“how does he do it so casually?” said Ron to Harry. as they left. “I dunno” Y/N heard Harry mutter.

let’s just say that all eyes were on you when you came back to the great hall.

[leviosa-a]

hermione jean granger || brightest witch of her age

[writtenbywings]

Battle Scars

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

Summary: Returning to Hogwarts as a professor, Hermione bitterly encounters Draco Malfoy as the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, throwing everything into chaos.

Hatred and lust slowly begins to burn between them, though only as they recall their final, secret year at Hogwarts.

Chapter word count: 2k

Link: Battle Scars

Type: Slow burn romance

CHAPTER FOUR

There was little I knew about love, though when it came to a new hardback, I was just about curling my toes and batting my lashes.

One of the perks of being accepted academically into Hogwarts was the riverine of literature that came with the title and salary. A luxury for me, and my parchment-savvy fingers– turning over the first crisp page and smelling the deep, musky smell from the spine.

Ah… dust, dark ink and a million old words.

I couldn't understand the new students, and their interest in funny spells and unicorn-hair wands.

Even as an older witch, all I wanted to do was lull in the library with a steaming cup of tea and crookshanks. God bless his furry soul.

I was most displeased when I found it was out of commission, given the new 'malicious potions' section, and its twenty-four hour surveillance. Until they employed a ghost or ghoul stupid enough to watch the library walls, it was a red-zone for any wandering eye.

Including my own.

I thought about this bitterly with my morning coffee, organizing through junk the previous professor had left behind, and the scattered mess of his office quarters. Now, formally mine.

I had etched the gold-plaque Professor Strider off the door, and replaced it kindly with Professor Granger - looped and cursive, with all the welcome of a true writer.

Inside, the walls were a drab and curdled cream– yellowed from age and dusty without the comfort of a feather to bat away the moths. The corners were stacked with unfinished registers, newspapers headlining old troubles (Sirius Black screaming on the front page of a few) and pictures of relatives from Professor Flitwick's previous teaching days. Things of importance, I stored inside a box and took to an old cupboard up in the south west of the castle– beside Hufflepuff's common room and a spiral staircase that led to a high tower. Whilst rubbish I disposed of, and carried all the way to Hagrid's hut where he used it as kindling for the foreseeable winter. Resourceful as ever.

On my way back to my new office, I grabbed a can of 'lush-lush-lavender paint' from the Artist's Quarter on the first floor– famous for the portraits around Hogwarts, and the lively personalities that continue to live through paint stroke and brush flick. Most of these creations were done by Elves, no wonder, and I tried not to pass a brochure on 'S.P.E.W' as I balanced my supplies.

One thing at a time, Hermione. I reminded myself in Ron's voice, now a daily mantra.

Twelve o'clock rolled into early afternoon, and the first coat of lilac was drying quickly with the aid of a few open windows– dust sheets covering the dark wood desk and its marrying old chair.

With the use of a glue gun and a little magic, I managed to decorate everything to the dusky color theme - the upholstered fabrics spreading like a dreamy sky, running from the lounging sofa in the corner, to the shelves where all of my essential hardbacks housed. A crystal lamp filled the room with pinkish light, and the ceiling was enchanted to glitter with stars and the northern lights - aurora borealis.

All in all… it felt as comforting as a cup of tea.

I had dinner with the students in the dining hall, opposed to the teacher's lounge – not feeling adult enough to discuss politics with Hagrid and Minerva just yet – and used this time to get to know a few big personalities in Gryffindor.

The head boy, who had a knack for brushing people up the wrong way with his wit and study ethic, was called Porth Watermaine. A handsome young prodigy who spent most of his time trying to impress the head girl– Valerie Mayson. Ginger haired and fair skinned, she reminded me most of Ginny.

Though that might have been like comparing a bush fire to the devil's inferno.

I chewed through a thick cutlet of gammon and smothered my potatoes in gravy, trying to get a sense of where the outcast group lay – a parallel to my trio, and the friendship that still kept me sane after all of these years. Though sadly, there appeared to be nothing of the kind– not even a specky boy or a ginger accomplice.

Alas, I'd keep an eye out.

I stayed for dessert and handed out itineraries for the foreseeable year, homework days color-coded and mock exams highlighted. The girls enjoyed this, though the boys frowned, asking instead where my 'boyfriend with the scar was.'

"You know," a feisty little lad asked, short enough to reach my knees, "the kid who killed

that evil, bald guy."

Ah, Voldemort… if only you could see the youth of today tremble in fear of you now.

On my way back through the castle, I bid goodnight to a few new faces, and inwardly applauded myself for an eventful day– feeling organized enough to deal with any issue that came my way.

As Draco Malfoy reared a corner, barging into my shoulder and almost taking me down– I cursed myself for being too positive. I hit the wall, staring with dumbfounded eyes as he continued walking, heading straight for the Slytherin common room, his black robes whipping like leather at his heels.

That cloudy eye reflecting all of the nothingness inside of him.

"Watch where you're going!" I exclaimed, not so much as pricking his attention. A few first years shuffled awkwardly around me - as if I had a bubble of thorns keeping them at bay. I swallowed the lump rising in my throat and dispersed, feeling all the happiness drain out. The metaphorical sewer of our memories flowing down the dirt pipes.

Really, what did I ever see in him?

And better yet, what had I done to warrant such anger and malice?

I climbed a staircase and found it gravitating to another, leading me astray from the trail back to my quarters.

"No." I mumbled, as if the steps themselves could understand my pain. I tried not to let my lower lip wobble, all the frustration wanted to find a way out. Unfortunately, I cried when I was angry, and now the tears were welling in my eyes, making everything glassy and blurry.

"Oh dear," One of the portraits tutted, "whoever has got you in such a state, Hermione Granger."

I ducked my head and climbed to the very top of the staircase, almost plunging off into nothing before a corridor clicked into place. With one hurrying step, I disappeared out of sight and ventured down the dark shadows of an unlit hallway, trying to rid my mind of blue eyes and white hair.

I wasn't attempting to make my footsteps quiet, and as I reared the corner to the Slytherin common room, I wanted to scream out in horror.

Really, what good had these enchanted steps ever done? I cursed, recalling the time Harry had been late to class as he was redirected to Professor Sprout's private quarters. It was as if they had some secret intentions to make life miserable!

The impending sound of footsteps came to disarm what was left of my pride, and scouring to see where a quick exit could be, I dove toward a locked door, whipping out my wand.

"Alohomora!" I whispered fiercely, hearing a satisfying click. Before the steps could reach me, I was inside and the door was clicked swiftly shut behind me– all that separated me from misery now.

Even if it wasn't Draco, would it do me any good for a Slytherin student to tell him I was lurking around the corridor? How desperate would I seem… how strange?

Voices came now, surly and loud.

"Though sir, she deserved it!"

"Do you not hear me? I said no, and in the world where I hold the power to your expulsion, that word is final."

My blood ran cold.

Malfoy.

"The boys and I already despise her after what she did, I thought you would understand that."

The footsteps stopped, and now they lingered outside the door.

"Tell me, what has she done to you?"

"She fought for Harry Potter. She fought against Voldemort."

The door slammed, and I fought everything inside of me not to squeal as it cried against its hinges, held only by a lock and my body weight. Draco had pinned the boy against the wood, it seemed.

I could hear the venom in his low voice as he spoke.

"You do not get to talk about a war you weren't involved in, just because your family lineage agrees so. Blood was spilt, decisions were made, and Voldemort died. The fact you speak his name so freely without a flinch proves you have no valid opinion on the subject."

"Sir, I'm sorry, I–"

"Enough. You remove the hex from Miss Granger's office and go to bed before I report this. Do you understand?" He growled through his teeth.

The student, whoever he was, scampered off in a series of pants that told me he was frightened.

As frightened of Draco as we had been of Snape.

What was it about the head of Slytherin inciting fear?

Still, I felt conflicted. Angry for his adamant dislike for me, after everything we had been through, though soft at the thought of him fighting my corner from the shadows.

Another thump hit the door, though this time, it sounded like he was leaning against it– deflated.

I pressed my bare hand to the wood and almost felt the electricity of his presence behind it, closing my eyes.

Malfoy sighed, a long and exasperated sigh.

"I'm going to end up dead before this year is finished." He whispered to himself, as private as a lone thought. I opened my mouth as if his secrecy deserved an answer, though before I could rethink my words, he sauntered off, and the door felt unknowingly cold.

Draco had said those words in my presence once before… though in a much different setting.

At a much different time.

I slumped against the wall and buried my face in my hands.

What was happening?

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"Hermione, put the book down."

"You don't want to do this."

"Think of the children!"

I burst out in a series of laughs as Ron sat on his knees, holding his palms to the sky as if he were praying to a higher power. Harry held his stomach as he chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

We were in the library, and trying to launch myself out of this funk, I had decided to do a bit of light reading. Ron had placed a bet on how long it would take me to read an actual page, and now he was almost out fifteen silver sickles.

Harry's pockets were jingling already.

"I can't believe you two have put my misery on a payroll." I snickered, leaning against one of the bookshelves. Ron scampered to his knees and crept over, trying to lightly pry the book from under my arm.

"We need entertainment after you know what. You're the best opportunity."

"He's right." Harry agreed.

I willingly let go of the book, and Ron lifted it over his head victoriously.

Harry's head fell back with a groan.

"Don't pay him yet. We still have tomorrow." I giggled, trailing out of sight. I shook my head in amusement as I heard them bicker amongst themselves, wandering to the back of the library where Crimes in Herbology sat. The lamps were dim here, and the tables were vacant– a known kissing spot for anyone old enough to know about it, with initial engravings marking the wooden book shelves. A little heart tracing each one.

Thankfully today, all was quiet– quiet enough that I flinched as I collided with a body, scattering the three books I had picked up to the ground.

"Sorry," I gasped, instinctually squatting to the ground to collect them. The body didn't drop down to help, though as I fumbled those three editions back into my arms, I came face to face with a pair of knees, and then a midriff, shoulders and jaw as I stood.

Malfoy.

"Oh, please." I sighed. "Are you following me here now as well?"

"Maybe I am." He smiled a crooked, amused smile.

The bruising had eased him from his face, though there was still a yellowish-green beneath his eyes.

"What do you want, Malfoy?"

He canted his head to the side from the exasperation in my voice, and his eyes lit with a game-like leisure.

"I can't talk to you in public now?"

"You call the kissing-corner in the library a public place for conversation?"

"I call it a good place to make a negotiation."

"A negotiation?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

He found my irritation amusing, and approached it like an invitation.

"I want to tutor you." He proposed.

I almost fell over in hysterics, though something in his voice told me he was serious.

"I don't need a piggy-back for my exams, thanks." I scowled, and placed back my books. I would get them from Professor Mcgonagall's private stock. This wasn't worth the effort.

I turned, though found myself rooted in place as Malfoy stepped to the side, brushing his body comfortably in front– close enough to feel the heat in his breath, the icy-bite from his blue eyes.

"I know you have all of the world figured out, though I mean this sincerely. You need a friend who has dealt with the after-effects of trauma, and not Harry Potter who has been the center of attention for seven years or Ron Weasley who has a million siblings to dry his tears at night. You're alone, you're an outcast, and I'm offering to tutor you in controlling your emotions."

This time, I did laugh– a hard snort that could be confused with disgust. Though in actuality, it was bother. I was bothered by how ridiculously true that was.

"I have my friends." I retorted.

"And I have mine." He said, his voice even lower. "Though that doesn't mean they stop me from killing a first year' with the cruciatus curse."

The words were like a knife to my chest, and I looked at him with the purest form of regret my mudblood heart could muster. Regret from almost doing the unthinkable… regret from almost hurting someone.

"Why?" I asked, as quiet as it was sinful to admit what I'd done.

"I'm going to end up dead before this year is finished, anyway." He remarked. "I might as well help someone before my time is up."

I watched in disbelief as he stepped away, creating a divide between us. He reached a finger forward and nudged my chin upwards– as if to stay positive, and as if to remind me he wasn't the bad guy. That after all we'd been through… he was as much blood, bone and magic as anyone here.

And he too, held regrets.

"Slytherin Tower. Tomorrow. Nine o'clock. Come alone."

He left me standing next to Wayward Herbology and Killer Weeds, volume one through five– and for the first time, I felt myself warm to him.

[layacb]

En latinoamérica faltan unas horas para que sea 19 de septiembre, pero nos vamos a adelantar, ¡Feliz cumpleaños a nuestra ministra favorita!♥

¿Les gustaría ver una de Harry con este estilo?

PD: Por favor, si tomas la imagen, dame los créditos. Prohibido recortarla  🚫  

[dllstrin]

carried the whole books

instagram author: @illicitacts

[alphacrone]

"he would not say that" except it's "they would NOT use/go by that nickname"

[dramionefandom]

Art by/ incendiosketches

[machiavellli]

If the slytherins had socials…part V

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[omniluci-estumbra]

This is an inaccurate depiction of Remain Nameless because Draco does not immediately consume the blueberry scone on sight 🤣

ff: Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing

[lacetulle]

Hermione de Paula | Lunar Garden

[strangerwinden]

#six moods

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone Behind the Scenes (October 2000)

[yeahthatsinteresting]

'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1' (2010)

[myfeetrcolddd]

Under the mistletoe

"And you're sure it'll only stop the two of them?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowed and skeptical of the curly haired Gryffindor.

"Yes, Malfoy, I'm sure." Hermione replied, annoyed at the Slytherin boys skeptics.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

Theodore Nott and Y/N L/N were completely oblivious and deep in denial. The amount of times the two gushed to their respective friends about something the other did was far too many.

It was obvious that they liked each other. Everyone knew, but them it seemed, and it was unbearable. Especially for their friends who couldn't take the constant talks about how much one liked the other but 'It would never happen because he's way out of my league.' or 'She deserves better than me.'

So Harry did the unspeakable, he went and talked to Draco. The two groups came up with a plan.

It was the holidays, Theo and Y/n were already practically a couple, doing things together that no normal friends would, all they weren't doing was kissing or shagging.

The two groups knew there was no way of really forcing them to confess, but if they could get the two to kiss then they'd have to confront the obvious attraction they felt for the other, and surely they wouldn't be able to deny the face that the other liked them.

It was nearly fool proof. The just had to find a way to execute it.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise shouted, grinning as he ran into the room of requirement, the official meeting place for operation Kiss, as Blaise suggested, though no one else wanted to call it that there was no other options.

"What're you on about." Ron said, frowning.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise repeated, still grinning like a madman as he held up the tiny bundle of mistletoe, showing it to everyone in the room.

"Yeah, we get it, mistletoe." Mattheo mocked, "What about it?"

"This," He waved the thing around in his friends face, "Is how we get them to kiss!"

"Mate..." Harry said slowly, "Hate to break it to you, but they've gone under mistletoe before, the completely ignore it. Like literally everyone else does."

"Yeah, I know that." Blaise says, annoyed by the lack of enthusiasm in the room, "But what if we found a way that forced them to not ignore it!" He waited for someone to interrupt him, to say it was a dumb idea, but when no one didn't he went on, "Hear me out, what if when they both walked under it it somehow kept them there! So that they wouldn't be able to leave that spot until they kissed!"

Everyone stared at him, confused but intrigued.

"And how would we do that?"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Well I don't know." He sassed, "I came up with the idea, you all can figure out how to do it." He huffed as he dropped himself onto one of the many sofas in the room.

As if they were all thinking the same thing they all turned towards Hermione, who looked startled by the attention, "I don't know why you're all looking at me." She frowned.

"Well you're the smartest one here..." Enzo said and the girl pressed her lips into a thin line before she rolled her eyes.

"Well, there probably is a way it's possible, we'd have to modify a potion or maybe even a spell, especially since we don't want to trap others under the mistletoe, so we'd have to find a way to keep it person specific..." Hermione then rattled on about all the ways they could go about it and soon they had a plan.

It took a week for things to be ready.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

"Have your friends been acting weird lately?" Y/N asked Theo as they walked out of potions.

"More than usual actually." The boy replied and glanced down at the girl he was sure he wanted to marry.

"Same, and I swear I've seen Hermione talking with Draco so much this week."

"Maybe they're finally getting together." Theo smirked, "Salazar knows it's about time."

The girl laughed and shook her head, "Tell me about it. If they don't get together this year then I'm going to be out of ten galleons."

The pair went quiet for a moment and Y/N took the chance to look up at her best friend. He was beautiful, and quite possibly the love of her life. She had never planned on letting her feelings get this far.

It had only started as a small crush on a boy she was friendly with back in second year. But then they got closer, and the closer they got the harder she fell.

Now they're in their last year and she still hadn't confessed, she figured it was too late, and it was clear he didn't want anything other than friendship from her. He had had multiple girlfriends before, and none of them looked like her, they were quite the opposite actually.

Y/N was counting on losing feelings for him this year, it would be for the best.

As if he could feel her eyes on him Theo turned and looked at her, his green-blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment she felt her heart stop, she was lost in them and the swirling colors.

But then she shook her head and looked forward and started to rant about whatever came to mind. It was a good thing she always had at least one thing to rant about. Or she should say two, but it would be idiotic to rant to Theo about himself. It would also make her feelings for him obvious.

The two turned into a deserted hall and as they passed beneath an arch way they found that neither of them could take a step forward.

Their feet were stuck to the ground.

Y/N turned to Theo frantically, "What's going on?!"

"I dunno, I can't lift my feet off the ground."

"Neither can I..." She went silent and found that she could pivot. She looked around, and it wasn't until she looked up that she saw mistletoe hung from the high archway. But surely that had nothing to do with it, so she ignored it.

"Did the twins do this?" Theo started to ask but then remembered that the infamous pranksters had graduated. But that was all either of them could come up with, it was something the twins would do.

So maybe it was a Weasly.

The pair ended up staring at each other, the both of them ignoring the close proximity and the fact that their chests were touching.

After ten minutes Y/N had come up with an idea. It was a stupid one and she wasn't sure if it would even work. But Theo wouldn't stop staring at her and she was sure she looked like a tomato under the heat of his gaze.

"Theo." She said.

"Y/N."

The girl took a deep breath before blurting the words, "Kiss me."

"W-what?" Theo stuttered, his heart beating ten times faster now and a light blush coating his cheeks. His eyes flicked down to the lips he dreamt about kissing, the plump lips he fantasized about at night. He swallowed thickly and met her eyes once more. "I- Why?"

"I'm just-" She paused, "Testing out a theory." She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't at the same time. She didn't want to kiss him under these circumstances, if she was going to kiss him she wanted him to know it was because she liked him.

"Okay..." Theo said slowly and Y/N looked up at him with determination in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and brought her hands up to the boys face, instinctually his hands found her waist, "I really really like Theodore Nott!" She blurted quickly before smashing her lips onto his.

Theo stood still for a moment before he realized she was kissing him, and he wasn't kissing her back. So he did.

The kiss was sloppy, and rushed, and there was passion and hunger in it. Both of them seemed t have forgotten what was happening, losing themselves in the kiss of their lives.

It was only when she tugged on the hairs at the back of Theos head and he let out a groan did Y/N realize what she was doing.

Horrified she pushed him off, and when he stumbled back a step she saw that her theory was right and she bolted off. Running far far away from the boy and her feelings.

Meanwhile Theo stood there, dazed and confused and impossible flustered, and all he could think about was that he had just kissed her. And he knew he was going to marry her.

"She likes me too." He mumbled, smiling to himself as his fingers brushed across his lips.

No clue how to go on from this. Might make part two ;3