#hermione granger fest

[hms-harmony-discord]

"Home is where the heart is." A cozy moment by @arwaisherenow  

Arwa is a participating artist in the Harmony Art Raffle for charity 🍉 For a chance to win art of your choice from Arwa + get a guaranteed H/Hr artbook, check out this post.

[goodnight-fraublucher]

Illustration for The Old Ball and Chain by LiloLilyAnn which is part of the TrulyMadlyDeeply fest 2024.

"Reformed Death Eater and winner of Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor for the last three years, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, war heroine, have officially announced their engagement.

Is there love in the air... or something else?"

[dramione-fanfiction-forum]

𝗗𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘀

This year we’ve totaled over 202,000+ words and counting across 23 stories - including TWELVE (yes, you read that correctly!!!) works in progress with 25+ chapters to be released - and a few art collabs. These Deflower Draco submissions are sure to spice up your Sunday!

-> Check out all of the stories here <-

[doodleholic]

Detail of art for an upcoming fest fic.

[greeninkredletters]

Artwork by the amazingly talented, @boopsy

✨Introducing my latest long fic (yes, it will be over 70k words) and submission to the @hp-cry-me-a-river fest... ✨

IN THE LIBRARY WHERE HE KEPT HER

Draco wallows in the sudden passing of his wife Hermione Granger. By charming her favorite books, he's able to live vicariously watching their memories while succumbing to his grief. It will be up to him, the persistence of his friends, and the legacy of Hermione's love whether or not Draco chooses to continue living in the past, or to shut the doors of the library for good. Told through a combination of flashbacks and present-day scenes.

I've been working on this for months, I can't believe I'm finally posting about it...

➡️Updates Every Thursday

[badsmutchallenge]

Have you ever read a smut scene and gotten a little embarrassed, cringed, or had to put the phone down for a second? Well, welcome to an entire Harry Potter fanfiction collection created with the intention of doing just that!

The first inaugural Bad Smut Challenge is ready and waiting for your velvet wrapped quill to set its pages ablaze with desire—and bad smut.

Make it funny, make it weird, awkward, uncomfortable, cracky, silly, strange! Make it bad, but in the same way that Twilight is bad.

Fics drop on National Sex Day (June 9th). Works due June 8th.

2.5k max, lets not strain ourselves here. Don't take it too seriously.

Find out more info on the A03 Collection, or join us in the Magical Menagerie Discord to chat, sprint and complain as you write.

[ladiesofhpfest]

2024 Themes Announcement

They're here! Many of your guesses were good, and now it's time for the big reveal! The themes for 2024's fest can be found below. Based on feedback from the 2023 fest, most participants wanted fewer themes with more time to work on each theme. Each theme will run for two weeks. More information for the 2024 fest will be coming soon (some rule changes included) as well as fic recs!

LADIES OF HP FEST 2024 THEMES

Mothers and Daughters 👩‍👧

Senior Sweethearts 👵🏽

Out & Proud 🌈

Women of the House of Black 🖤

Character Chic 📝

Marauders Era Misses 🐾

Women of Color ✊🏿

Rebels and Renegades 💥

Next Gen Girlies 👧🏼

Reblog and spread the news as far and wide as you can! To look at our amazing works for 2023, click here!

[feedmyfrankensteinfest]

FEED MY FRANKENSTEIN 🧟

The Voldemort Brainrot server presents ‘Feed My Frankenstein’! The FMF Fest encourages and celebrates the good, the bad, and the ugly of monsters. The goal of this fest is to take a pairing and turn one — or both — characters into monsters — or if they are already so, explore canon further. One character must be a Death Eater, but the other is free to choose.

This is inclusive but not restricted to Tomarry, Tomione, Volmione, and Harrymort. Do whatever pairing you please, as long one is a Death Eater!

Although run directly by @screamingmandrakes, this fest is the group effort of the members of the Voldemort Brainrot Discord server. Due to the nature of the server, it is 18+ and the fest adheres to the same rules. The FMF fest is not directly a dead dove one, but it is encouraged :)

That being said, you do not have to write dead dove! Write what you please.

Promoting: 2.28-03.07

Prompt submissions: 03.07-03.21

Prompt claiming: 03.21- 04.04

Writing window: 04.04-07.04

Works Revealed: 07.11

If you’d like to keep up with us behind the scenes, join our server!

Banner credit to desmathewu! Thanks for the help! Sorry it’s not letting us tag 🥲

JOIN VOLDEMORT BRAINROT (18+)

[marauders-sapphics]

Marauders Sapphic Spring Fling 2024

Hello and welcome to the Marauders Sapphic Spring Fling fest! Marauders Sapphic is a new community hoping to find like minded folks who enjoy all things Marauders (and any other era) ladies, their relationships and experiences through fanfiction and other fan-created media.

We are excited to announce our first fest in the form of the Marauders Sapphic Spring Fling 2024. Details are as follows:

Prompt claiming opens on February 14th.

Prompts can be found in the official ao3 collection.

Prompts are due April 17th.

Fest rules and FAQ can be found in the collection itself.

We'd love for anyone interested in this fest or all things Sapphic to join our 18+ discord!

For any questions, please feel free to ask in the discord or DM one of our mods @multiimoments, @cauldroncakesandwine, @emjayeingray, @siriusly-sapphic, or Carina.

[hms-harmony-discord]

"And it might have been a good idea to mention how ugly you think I am, too,” Hermione added as an afterthherought. “But I don’t think you’re ugly,” said Harry, bemused. Hermione laughed. ~Order of the Phoenix

Art by Sakura on lofter who is a participating artist in our Harmony Art Raffle for charity 🍉 For a chance to win art of your choice from Sakura + a guaranteed H/Hr artbook, check out this post.

[romione-trope-fest]

Title: Perfect Prefect Present

Author: Nena-96, Nena96 on ao3

Selected Trope: OOTP

Rating- T

Brief Summary: Ron is transfixed uwith the thought of being the New Gryffindor Prefect, when an idea of using his new Cleansweep entered his mind. However, Hermione who was wearing a pink robe and bunny slippers was there to stop him.

Word Count: 2,672

Relevant triggers: None

Ron couldn’t help staring at the scarlet banner that was hanging up above, he was surprised that his mum had somehow managed to create it in such short notice. He didn’t expect her to make such a fuss about him being the new Gryffindor Prefect, especially since he’s the fourth Weasley to become one. He had placed his prefect badge inside the pocket of his trousers, originally he was going to wear it on his jumper but the thought of Fred and George taking the mickey out of him made him think again. Besides, it was better that way, he was keeping it clean and out of harm's way, just like a good Prefect would do. It was truly unbelievable that he was selected to hold such a position at Hogwarts, maybe the Mirror of Erised wasn’t lying about him becoming Head Boy.

Merlin's saggy balls, that would be wicked. That would be better than the Chudley Cannons winning the Quidditch World Cup. The team did let go of its former coach, so it's possible that this year’s season would be better than the last. Blimey, that would be absolutely brilliant, but he didn’t want to be overly optimistic because things don’t always go as planned, but there’s no harm in manifesting a great year for his team.

Ron shook his head, as he slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers and brought out his badge. He traced his freckled finger upon the letter P, the hard ridges made him realize that this was in fact reality and not just another dream. He was chosen to be Gryffindor’s Prefect and damn it, he was going to prove that he deserves this more than anyone else. He might be the fourth Weasley to become Prefect but that only meant that he was going to be different.

Yeah, first it was his older brother Bill, then it was the second eldest Charlie, right after that it was Percy, which in all honestly wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Then it was him, Ronald B. Weasley, to say he was shocked was an understatement but he was also filled with immense pride. Ron didn’t want to overthink and enjoy this night, his mum had gone all out for the celebration and he wasn’t going to sit out the fun.

During the celebration that his mum had thrown, he was shocked when Mad-Eye congratulated him. Even though he was glaring at him with his normal eye, while his other eye was swiveling all around. Most likely keeping a lookout for anything that would go amiss, you know Constant Vigilance , Regardless of the awkwardness he felt proud that one of the greatest most ruthless Auror had congratulated him. Hell, even Tonks, another great Auror, all a bit clumsy at times if you ask him, was also glad he was selected to be a Prefect. She even gave him some wicked new tips to use on his brand fucking new broom that his mum had got him.

Fuck.

He couldn’t believe that his mum had brought him a new Cleansweep, if nobody was around he might have fucking cried. It wasn’t just because he got a brand new broom it was the fact that he could have something that was only his and not just another hand-me-down. Sure, it wasn’t a Nimbus, because he knew it was expensive and he didn’t want to have his mum waste her galleons on him.

His new Cleansweep was everything he wanted, the handle was made of Spanish oak and it also had built-in vibration control, which would come in handy when it gets windy up in the Quidditch pitch. Ron had to try his best to not rush outside with his broom and do a couple laps in the sky.

Hell, maybe he could go for a fly, while the others are asleep. It wouldn't do any harm, not like anyone would see him. He could try and nick the invisibility cloak for a few hours, not like Harry would mind.

Yes, fuck yes…that’s exactly what he’ll do.

Ron pulled away from his thoughts and looked around, he tried to listen for any movements upstairs, once satisfied with the quietness he walked over to where he placed his Cleansweep. He picked it up in the most gentle manner possible, his fingers closed over the handle of the boom and was ready to make his way out from the basement.

Everything was perfect, Ron managed to make it up the stairs so quietly that even Moody would be proud of his stealth. Once he got to the very top of the stairs, he turned to close the basement door slowly, making sure not to awaken the others. Once satisfied with the closed door, he nodded his head and grabbed his broom tightly. Before turning around and almost falling straight to his arse, in fear. Ron dropped his broom to the floor before clutching at his chest and trying to somehow retrieve his soul that momentarily left his body, when he was face to face with Hermione.

It wasn’t that his bushy-haired friend scares him ... .well come to think of it he is fully aware of what she is capable of doing. For crying out loud, Hermione had set flames to Snape’s robes, but then again that wasn’t scary, that was hilarious. Bloody brilliant, if he might add…he would pay to see that happen again as a matter of fact, but no that wasn’t why he almost woke up the entire Grimmauld Place. It was because the girl who currently had her hands on her hips and some kind of green junk on her face. Literally her entire face was covered in that gunk, he almost was going to say that she resembles the mountain troll that he had taken down in first year in the girl’s bathroom. Then again she was loads more beautiful than- wait, what the hell, Weasley you shouldn’t think Hermione is beautiful she’s your best friend, besides Harry of course.

Yet, he didn’t think that Harry is beautiful, the way he knows Hermione is…you know…beautiful. Harry looked, well he looked a bit like a brooding little git, while Hermione well, she didn’t look like a git. It was difficult to explain, shit- no he didn’t mean she looked like shit its just shit. He shouldn’t be thinking of how she looks, even now as she was wearing that green gunk on her face, he can’t help but see past that and see her beauty.

Fuck.

He did it again, damn it Weasley. Get it together.

Focus, he has to get a grip on reality and not fall into uncharted territory of thinking about how bea- no stop, pay attention. Fucking focus!

Think of something else, anything that can take your mind off of the short, yet feisty busy-haired girl who was wearing an overly fluffy pink robe and was currently tapping her bunny-eared slippers onto the oakwood floor. Ron looked around the hall and tried to focus his mind on anything, he tried looking out the window, yet it was futile since the curtains were closed. Yes, he could always walk away and pretend like she didn’t almost catch him trying to sneak out, but he knew that Hermione wouldn’t let him off the hook. He also wasn’t about to make tit out of himself and make Hermione pissed to the point she tries to hex his bollocks off. Yeah, he was quite fond of his bits, if you cared to ask.

Even though Hermione would talk his ear off about how underage magic is illegal, which he already knew but it’s fine, Ron let his insightful friend have her moment. Which had ended up being almost an hour and a half, mind you. However, the funniest thing happened, on several instances he caught the little know-it-all using magic to decontaminate multiple parts of Grimmauld. You should’ve seen the look of surprise on her face, it was downright adorable seeing her blush so hard. She could- damn it Weasley you’ve done it again. Honestly what is bloody wrong with you, tonight? It was like his thoughts were going haywire with just the sight of her in front of him. So, instead he did the one thing he knew best, shove his foot seven different ways into his mouth.

“Hermione, what the bloody fuck do you have on your face?” He asked after taking a couple of deep breaths, waiting for his heart rate to slow down. You know since he got frightened at the sight of her…no not of her just seeing her suddenly made him-

“Oh, honestly, you shouldn’t swear,” Hermione gritted out, even under all that gunk Ron could tell that Hermione's face was burning scarlet at this precise moment. "If you must know, this is a Muggle beauty practice to remove blemishes, its a thick paste that should remain on the face for roughly thirty minutes and....."

Ron stared at her in utter confusion, as Hermione was prattling on about how thick the consistency of the paste has to be before applying it onto her face. Ron couldn't help but wonder if all Muggle women partake in looking like mountain troll for a few hours a day just so they won't have any acne-

"Excuse me, did you say I look like a mountain troll?" Hermione narrowed her eyes so much it look like slits, and yes ladies and gentlemen he was royally without a doubt fucked at this precise moment. Unless, he plays dumb and can attempt to deny ever saying that because technically he was thinking it so it's completely different. Or, he could rectify the situation and not be at risk of getting hexed.

A long silence sweeps between the two of them, and Ron could feel the tell tale sign of his neck starting to warm up. It would be a matter of seconds before his entire face rivals the scarlet of the banner downstairs. He took a deep breath and realized what he had to do, “Well, I didn’t say you looked like a mountain troll, I said Muggle women and last I checked, you're not a woman. Not- not that I was looking at you in any way, I-erm, it's just that you're a girl.” Ron finished lamely, before picking up his broom off the floor.

“I am a girl, thank you for taking notice, and just for the record, both women and girls can enjoy a bit of relaxation every once in a while. That doesn't classify them as a mountain troll,” Hermione replied curtly, raising her chin up ever so slightly.

“Erm, yeah..I didn’t mean that it's just i don’t see why you need to wear any of that.You’re fine the way you are-”

“Oh, well, t-thank you. You also look fine the way you are, not that you’d need to wear anything on your face, since you don’t have any blemishes. You only have freckles and they’re rather nice to look at…not that I've looked at them more than an average amount of time of course,” Hermione hurriedly added.

Wait…he thought, does this mean that she’s been looking at him in a different way other than friendly. Sweet Merlin, he only hopes that she wasn’t also thinking about Harry in that way, just the mere thought made him feel queasy. Ron wanted to blame the sudden nausea that he feels on all the food he ate. Plus, the memory of how Moody had taken out his magic eye and placed it into a cup filled with water. Everyone saw the way in which the eye swiveled inside the cup, it was rather uncomfortable to say the least.

Shaking his head, Ron decides that maybe he should get some rest instead of going out for a fly, he wasn’t feeling well and being alone with Hermione is doing his head in. Hopefully this wasn’t a taste of how patrols would be at Hogwarts, then things would definitely have to change.

“Well, since it’s late we should head to bed,” he said with a fake yawn as he stretched his arms over his head.

“Oh, yes…of course,” Hermione replied quickly, yet it didn’t fool him. It sounded like she was sad and he hadn't the minor clue as to why.

“Hermione, did you need anything else?” He asked, watching as she began to toy with the sleeves of her fluffy robe. She huffed, before biting her bottom lip and…ok wow, even with a face covered in that Muggle beauty paste, Ron couldn’t help but feel frozen in place and stare at his bushy-haired best friend.

“I wanted to apologize from the way I reacted earlier,” Hermione mumbled so quietly that he almost missed what she had said, luckily he didn’t. “I shouldn’t have been so surprised that Dumbledore chose you, honestly that was quite rude of me and I-I’m glad that you’re going to be my partner during rounds. Also, I wanted to give you this, it’s nothing really, just a little thing that I made, it’s so you can keep your badge safe when you're not wearing it of course,” Hermione rambled as she thrusted a hand-knitted case onto his palm.

He couldn’t believe it, Hermione had knitted his initials across the top in black yarn, and right under it, the word Prefect was stitched in gold. He couldn’t believe that she had made him this, let alone found the time to make him a present fit for a prefect.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s rubbish. Here just give it back and we can forget I ever gave it to you,” Hermione said as she tried to swipe it from his hands, yet he was much quicker than her and managed to move it from her grasp. “No, it’s bloody perfect, Hermione…I don’t know what to say,” Ron said sincerely.

“Don’t lie, it's hideous. I know I’m not an amazing knitter like your mum, but I tried my best and well…if you don’t like it I’m sure I can come up with something else-”

“Are you kidding? I love it, honestly.” He said as he looked into her brown eyes, hoping that she realizes he isn’t taking the mickey. The longer he looked at her the more he realized that moments like these makes him want to just lean down and-

“Hermione, what if I told you that I have a present of my own to give you?” Ron asked, as he leaned down closer to face.

“I would say that's a load of dragon dung,” Hermione replied, not noticing that they were both slowly eliminating the barrier between them.

“How about this, close your eyes and you’ll find out for yourself,” he said before swallowing hard, instead of a reply, Hermione only nodded her head as her eyes fluttered shut. Ron couldn’t help but look at the way her dark lashes fluttered as she was breathing so gently. “Ready?” He asked her, allowing her the time to stop this if he went too far, however instead he watched as she licked her bottom lip. That was all it took for him to close the distance and place his lips against her soft ones, it wasn’t the most practical moment, since his face was now being covered with the thick green paste. Yet, it was indeed the perfect prefect present that he could ever give, and he was beyond ecstatic that Hermione didn’t pull away. Instead she slowly slid her hands up, before letting her arms wrap around his shoulders.

They were lost in the moment, it wasn’t perfect at the slightest, he lost track of the amount of times she accidentally bit hit bottom lip, or the times his long nose bumped into hers. The amount of times he ingested the horrid green paste, yet….this was perfect and nothing could change this moment they had together.

[dramione-fanfiction-forum]

𝗖𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻

In 2021, Dramione FanFiction Forum received permission from eevilalice to revive a fandom favourite. Here’s to another year of our community putting the proverbial Pure back in Pureblood!

💐 IMPORTANT DATES 💐

Sign-Ups/Claiming - OPEN NOW (Claiming will remain open until the fest due date.)

Entries Due - April 19th - 11:59 PM North American EST

Stories Revealed - April 21st, TBD

💐 Links to claim a prompt, follow on Tumblr, and the fest collection can be found in the rules doc: https://bit.ly/DeflowerDraco24

[harmonysummertimemadness]

Prompting is currently open and can be submitted by those with Ao3 accounts here:

Harmony Summertime Madness

There are no restrictions on word count or pairing restrictions. So if you've been looking for a time to start writing your favorite threesome or moresome now is the time! You can self prompt!

If you don't have an ao3 account and would like to submit a prompt you can comment here and I will add it on your behalf.

Hope to see some great works!

Discord Link: https://discord.gg/gXeMNTWVKg

Facebook Link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/hpfanfics

Reddit Link: https://www.reddit.com/r/HermioneAndHarry/

[lhrryonce]

No remedy for broken hearts

pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

rating: M

WIP: 4/?

summary:

When Draco and Astoria can’t find a cure for Astoria’s mysterious illness, in a last-ditch attempt to save her life, they consult with Healer Granger.

It'll be too little, too late.

-

“What time am I meeting you at St. Mungo's later?” he asked, not lifting his eyes from his plate.

“I am meeting with Healer Granger at 4 pm. You don’t have to come. I can ask Daphne or Mother to escort me.”

“I have cleared my schedule,” Draco replied drily. How could she assume he had anything more important to do than accompany her? He tried to mask his annoyance. “I want to see what this all entails. I'm not convinced, still.”

“Well, you don’t have to be,” she replied, “I have made my decision. If this is the best option I have right now, I am not going to waste it." She was looking at him now, almost challengingly.

“Roscher said you might get worse in the beginning.”

“I am aware of what he said, I was paying attention.” Unlike you. She didn’t have to say that part.

“I was paying attention.”

“You were occluding,” she snapped.

{read on ao3}

[mistresslynndramione]

Calling all artists/writers/creators: prompt claiming for Give Him What He Deserves: the Sub!Draco Fest, has opened!

Start your Valentine's Day off right.

Deadline for submissions is June 4.

Reveals on June 5.

Punish that birthday boy the way that he wants.

Art by the demented @winterwells

We have a discord server for writing, arting, flailing and flogging. 

[tomionebingo]

Tomione Trope Bingo Winners!

Thank you to everyone who participated in Tomione Trope Fest this year. You can find the full collection, with names revealed here. We are now announcing our winners, who will receive special badges in the Mud and Blood Tomione Discord. Winner by Blackout: Every existence, Each alternative by Vofastudum 2nd Place: Born and Bred by Ciule 3rd Place: lie (can't hope) by foolishlywandwaving

The following were ranked based on public poll and criteria:

1. Born and Bred 2. lie (can't hope)