#long live astoria malfoy

[hinny-canons]

"don’t even get me started on how stupid it was to just kill of astoria. that’s a different post" hello, I would like to get you started and read that different post if you feel like writing it 👀

hahahahaha okayyy!!!

the relationship between draco and astoria was obviously shocking considering no one thought anyone could actually want to marry draco and have kids with him, but as i started to see it more in fics, i realized just how good the relationship is.

warning: all this is my head canons but…are they?

the thought that someone was there for Draco through a hard part of his life and while he was torn up after the war is so comforting. I’m not that big of a Draco fan, but I know the war affected him as much as it did everyone else. I’m so glad he found someone that he could love and be loved by them too!!

now, on to the main point, killing off astoria looked like it was just out of boredom. draco was finally happy after so long and had the most amazing family and scorpius was a happy, sunshine-y kid who was also so happy and then all of a sudden she dies and everything becomes gloomy. it was like a stab in the chest. when you finally think that no one’s in danger of dying because the war is over and your so happy, then the source of your happiness is taken away from you. wow, that hurt.

it was pointless, hurtful and poorly written. and that could be said about the whole book.

so lets forget about cursed child and say that right now, draco and astoria are very happy together, with their amazing, adorable son and BOTH of them are watching him grow up.

okay, I’m done :).

[louvemione]

illicit affairs — d. malfoy (y/n's pov)

synopsis : draco malfoy and astoria greengrass are destined to be together, so why does malfoy end up in someone else's arms all the time? specifically, in your arms.

warning/s : angst, fluff if you squint, a bit 🤏 suggestive, swear words here and there, no voldy au 🙅‍♀️, written in first person, not really cheating bc draco n astoria are not dating, pretend that there's only a 1 year age gap between Astoria & Draco

author's note : illicit affairs by taylor swift! i will most definitely write a part two of this 😎

make sure nobody sees you leave

hood over your head, keep your eyes down

third year

Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. a perfect pair, really. they're destined to end up in each other's arms by the time they finish Hogwarts, they're destined to spend the rest of their lives together and no one was to get in between them.

not even me

I stared at the top of my four-poster bed, nights like this always had me wondering, why am I doing this? why did I even get into this relationship, if you can call it one, that was bound to end within the next few years? why am I risking everything for someone who would end up in someone else's arms? why am I making promises with someone who will fulfill those with someone else?

my head always spiraled with a list of why's. why am I doing this to myself?

the only time I'd stop is when he finally knocks on the door and I'll quietly slip out of my blankets, making sure not to wake my roommates up, slip on my robes and take his hand to spend the rest of the night giggling and trying not to get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris.

and the cycle repeats itself the following day.

tell your friends you're out for a run

you'll be flushed when you return

fourth year

"wait! I don't know how to.." Harry stopped mid-sentence, too embarrassed to do so. I snickered as I lead him to the dance floor where the other champions along with their partners stood, "you'll be fine, just follow my lead"

I had fun dancing and laughing with Harry Potter, so much fun that I had nearly forgotten about the fact that Draco and Astoria came to the ball as each other's date.

if Draco and Astoria weren't dancing so close to us, I might've completely forgotten about it.

"you look gorgeous" Draco whispers the words that were meant for Astoria, only for her to hear.

I ended up spending most of my time at the yule ball with Harry and his friends as I tried to avoid Draco and Astoria at all costs.

but my attempts of avoiding him was soon washed down the drain because a graze of Draco's hand against my waist was all it took for me to excuse myself, "hey, uh, I had so much fun with you guys but I'll just go get some air. it's getting kind of cramped here"

when we returned, even if I was back with the trio who was by the way asking why I looked flushed, I see the smirks Pansy and Daphne sent in my direction when they saw Draco's flushed cheeks and lipstick stain on his lips.

take the road less traveled by

tell yourself you can always stop

lie. everyone knew it's a lie when we said, "we can stop this anytime we want"

because if we can, he wouldn't be in my dormitory, crying and begging for me to stay. him and I wouldn't be waking up longing for each other's embrace.

because no matter how many times we say it, the truth is we don't want to stop.

that's why we didn't do anything to stop.

what started in beautiful rooms

Draco and I met in our first year, during the sorting ceremony. him and I were both put in Slytherin along some newly met friends.

our little set up started during our third year, by that time I was already knowledgeable of his family's arrangement with the Greengrasses. yet, him and I carried on with this.

ends with meetings in parking lots

and that lead us here.

in front of my dormitory, where he would come and fetch me for our daily late night rebellion.

and that's the thing about illicit affairs

and clandestine meetings and longing stares

illicit. is this considered as an illicit affair?

yeah, probably. he's bound to marry someone else but he's here with me, in the restricted section of the library where we'd cost at least a hundred points off of our house if we get caught.

"i love you" Draco whispered against my nape, arms wrapping around my body to pull me into a back hug as he pressed my back against his chest.

I turned around, leaving the dusty potions book I was holding on the table beside us, "i love you too" I whispered back, our lips inches away before he finally closed the gap.

yes, I consider this an illicit affair. because if it isn't, why would I catch Draco's longing stares whenever his father requested for him to spend more time with his future wife?

it's born from just one single glance

I glanced at Draco just in time for our eyes to meet as I walked past him and Astoria.

that alone was all Draco needed for him to excuse himself from his seemingly clueless future wife.

but it dies, and it dies, and it dies

sixth year

"let's stop"

"you're drunk" Draco carries me to his bed

"I'm serious. let's stop. you're getting married after next school year so why should we carry on with this?"

an uncomfortable silence surrounds the room and my tears were already falling before I could even stop them, "I'm tired, Draco. It's unfair to all of us, we can't keep making promises knowing we won't fulfill them. I should've done this a long time ago. and in fact, we never should have gotten together—"

"so you're regretting it? everything we did together? you wish it never happened?

"yes"

a million little times

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[bridenore]

HD fic recs : Career - Aurors (part 2)

Here are a few recs where both Harry and Draco are Aurors. This is part two of three and focuses on 20k to 50k words fics. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

Agnus Dei by SilentAuror [20k]

Post-Hogwarts. Mystery abounds in the Auror Department, and two of the Aurors find themselves experiencing a friendship more intense than it should be.

Boiling Point by @goldentruth813 [42k]

Ferveret - n. boiling point After an Auror raid gone wrong, Draco ends up trapped in a dodgy safehouse with nothing but Harry Potter’s dubious company and a dwindling supply of food. With only each other and the walls surrounding them, they’re forced to confront their past and their feelings which have long been threatening to boil over.

Draco Malfoy, Bloodsucking Fiend by @kbrick [23k]

There are two things that Draco’s Auror partner, Harry Potter, must never know about him. One is that he’s a vampire. The other is that he’s been completely, pathetically, head-over-heels in love with Harry for years. But when the duo is trapped inside an old shop on Diagon Alley with no means of escape, Draco finds himself fiending for blood and unable to put even a modicum of distance between himself and the man he can’t stop lusting after.

Eye of the Storm by Mx_Maneater [25k]

A storm rages blindly around a cabin with no doors. Without magic, Draco and Harry are trapped inside. 

Nothing But You On My Mind by @moonflower-rose [29k]

Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They’ll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.

The Partner, The Rival and The Very Big Case  by oceaxe [24k]

When Harry and Nott are paired up to go undercover as fake boyfriends, Draco is disappointed not to get the assignment. It’s just professional jealousy that’s making him feel so upset. Obviously. He’s engaged to be married to Astoria, after all. But when he walks in on Nott kissing Harry for ‘practice’ and has a wild magic outbreak, he starts to think that something else might be going on. Is Nott right? Is Draco a homophobe? Or is there… just possibly… another explanation?

Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose [12k]

Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that. Hoppípolla by @moonflower-rose [20k] Falling in love was as easy as jumping in puddles, and Draco Malfoy was completely drenched.

Potential Gravity by @lol-zeitgeistic [32k]

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

Resistance by SilentAuror [25k]

Everyone but Harry seems to have forgiven Malfoy his past, and tensions are thick in the Auror Department.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by @firethesound [44k]

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

Take These Lies by white_serpent [34k]

Repeatedly rejected by the Auror training programme, Draco Malfoy attempts an unorthodox method of gaining admission.  

Trust In A Broken Thing by SqueekaCuomo [23k]

If the ring was broken, that could only mean one thing… Harry Potter was dead.

Two Weeks by @shiftylinguini [21k]

If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous. Finding out the answer is actually him, and that his Veela heritage is wreaking havoc on his ability to work, sleep, and above all be in the same room as Malfoy, is a surprise to say the least. But this is fine. Harry’s been through worse, and he can just sit this one out, regardless of how much his body is screaming for the one person he doesn’t want to ask for help. Can’t he?

Waiting For A Song by @korlaena [49k]

After a couple years spent avoiding Draco in the Auror Department, Harry gets assigned to one of Draco’s strange cases. They investigate the mysterious disappearances of a witch and wizard, but in their search for the missing persons they find a lot more than they were looking for.

You Send Me (Honest You Do) by @firethesound [37k]

As far as potion accidents go in general, and deaging incidents go in particular, Draco knew this could have been so much worse. Harry only lost about ten years, and all his memories are still intact. But the sight of him looking as if he’s stepped straight out of Draco’s Hogwarts memories has dredged up a whole mess of complicated feelings Draco thought he’d buried years ago, and Draco really doesn’t know what to do with any of it.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

[dewitty1]

Fic Recs Wrap Up March 2024♡(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*･:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

tissue of silver by fearlessdiva

A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Rec Post

The Piano by shushu_yaoi_lj @orange-peony

He arrives on a boat during a particularly stormy day. Harry knew Astoria Greengrass had sent for a husband, someone to keep her company on the particularly dreary and dark winter days on this remote island. Harry didn’t know who it was she had arranged to be sent here. All he knew was that the weather was horrid today, and the Portkeys had never properly worked in this remote corner of the North Sea. The island was special, its magic working in odd and surprising ways. Rec Post

Turn From Stone by harryromper @harryromper

Something happened in the hours after the final battle, after the evacuation of the living and the dead. As the last of the survivors left the castle, and as the castle itself turned its wounded back on them all. The loss of Hogwarts has been felt by their entire community. And it’s something that needs to be put right. Harry knows there’s nothing he can do to stop Hermione (war hero, historian, author of the reissued “Hogwarts: A History”) once she sets her mind to something. Even an extremely risky last-ditch effort to restore the ancient castle and lay its newest ghosts to rest. What he wasn’t counting on was her insistence that Draco Malfoy be part of the plan. Rec Post

With and Without You by Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed

Harry and Draco realize that they’ve been living in the same building for the past five years, hiding from the Wizarding world in Muggle London for a variety of reasons. They grow unexpectedly close and Harry realizes that Draco’s relationship with his boyfriend is abusive, spiraling as he tries and fails to figure out how to help. In Harry’s rejection of the Wizarding world in general, he has fallen out of touch with his friends and his magical abilities, but has to reconnect with both in order to find himself again. Rec Post

Inevitable [Drarry] by violenttulips @violenttulips

After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues. Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job at St. Mungo’s Hospital. When they meet again, it’s clear that Draco has changed significantly in the years since they attended Hogwarts together, and Harry finds himself strangely attracted to his former rival. But things never come easy for the Boy-Who-Lived, and that’s not about to change now. Rec Post

Learn To Fly by Ladderofyears @ladderofyears

January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers. As far as Draco is concerned, that’s how it’ll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding. Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungo’s, he discovers he is pregnant. What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change? Rec Post

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by korlaena @korlaena

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last? Rec Post

Denouement by the_never_was

Pale face in paler hands, he is devoid of color. He is only the moonlight. And he wonders if he’ll find the sun. A story about Draco entering a period of change that will either shatter him or enfold him into Harry Potter’s world. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ━☆ﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･.*･｡ﾟ*:・ﾟ✧

Stalking Harry by orphan_account

Harry Potter is the most eligible bachelor in the Wizarding world. Draco Malfoy is a disgraced ex-Death Eater with emotional baggage and a bit of a crush.

Through His Eyes (I Am Set Free)  by  Shewhxmustnxtbenamed @shewhomustnotbenamed

Harry and Draco have a telepathic connection that remains unexplained in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds. Draco is assigned a mission by Voldemort to locate and capture the Boy Who Lived-- the trouble is that they don't know anything about him. While Draco struggles to gather information on this mysteriously absent hero, he and Harry start communicating again for the first time since they were kids. Harry continues life as normal until he discovers information which compels him to abandon his ordinary Muggle life with the endeavor to rescue and emancipate his only friend-- even if that means bartering with his own life.

A Private Reason for This by Femme (femmequixotic) @femmequixotic

When the wife of a star politician in the Scottish Ministry turns up dead just outside Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy and his murder investigation team are called in from the Edinburgh Auror force to find her killer. What DCI Malfoy doesn't expect, however, is to have an ex from two decades past end up in his murder room, endangering not only his case, but also his heart.

Consequences of Redemption by bobbirose @ominousflags

When Draco makes an impromptu decision to rescue Harry Potter from Malfoy Manor, the two find themselves completely alone and facing the looming climax of the war against Voldemort. Harry must start from the beginning with Draco--and starting over has more consequences than either of them anticipated.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo Carey  (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

[gracexthoughts]

of violent delights chap 19

mad as hell

3 september 1996

Mattheo’s POV 

“Morning, Matt,” Astoria says sweetly to me as I take a seat across from her and Theo, Enzo to my left for breakfast. I grunt in acknowledgement and pour myself a cup of coffee. 

“Hm, pleasure,” Tori says sarcastically to me with a teasing smile as I take a sip of my coffee. 

“Good morning, Tori. How are you on this fine Wednesday morning?” I ask, a sarcastic smile plastered onto my face as the boys chuckle. 

“Lovely, why thank you, Matt,” Tori smiles and I roll my eyes. “Really, I just want to know how you are,” she adds, looking down at the fruit on her plate. 

“Fine, why?” I ask, grabbing some toast. 

“Oh, you know, I just saw you last night in the halls,” Astoria says cryptically, forcing Theo and Enzo to look between the two of us confused.  “With Mia. You two seem very close.” 

“Were they snogging?” Theo asks Tori enthusiastically. 

“Aw, they missed each other over the summer!” Enzo cooes from my side. 

“Thank you for that,” I say to Astoria. 

“Hey! I think it’s nice! You guys are great together!” She says. 

“Wait wait, Matt, you gotta fill in some blanks here. Are you guys together now?” Enzo asks, looking bewildered at the idea. 

“No way Mattheo Riddle has a girlfriend,” Theo laughs. 

“No, I don’t know,” I sigh and take a long drink of my coffee, savoring the bitter taste. 

“Elaborate, Riddle,” Theo pushes. 

“Fine. We hooked up the last night before the summer,” I relent, causing all my friends to squeal or whoop loudly. Sighing, my mind drifts to last night. I walked Mia back to her dorm and we agreed we wanted to talk things slow and more private for now. No reason causing a stir if it all goes up in flames anyway. Besides, I don’t even want to deal with Ella and her issues with Mia yet. 

“I knew it!” Astoria gloats with a laugh. 

“”Bout time, surprised you actually did it,” Enzo says through his toast. 

“So now that you fucked her out of your system, now what?” Theo asks crudely. 

“Pig,” Astoria mutters to the boy next to her. 

“Fuck if I know, but she’s definitely not out of my system,” I mutter into my coffee mug, if anything sleeping together engraved her permanently onto my heart. 

“So, are you together now?” Astoria presses. 

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Enzo asks seriously. 

“Why not?” Tori asks. 

“C’mon Tori, we all know something is going on,” Theo mutters, his voice much lower than before. 

“We don’t know that-” 

“Yes, we do. Look at what happened at the World Cup,” he says, looking between the three of us and an uneasy feeling settles into my gut. “I mean, it’s obvious-” 

“He’s dead,” I snap darkly. My friends turn to look at me, surprise in their eyes at my tone but my eyes are locked with Theo’s. 

“Is he? Or just in hiding?” Theo challenges. “Listen, mate, I’m not trying to be a prick. All I’m saying is be careful. My father was acting weird all summer and from what Draco has said, his dad was the same way. Something weird is going on. I just think you should tread carefully going out with The Girl Who Lived. Just because he isn’t around, doesn’t mean it wouldn’t piss off other people and cause trouble for the both of you.” My eyes are locked on my best friend as he talks. I know he’s right, this summer was weird. Ella and Draco spent more time than normal being forced away from the Malfoy Manor, often ending up at mine, and when they were there, there was a nearly endless train of former Death Eaters coming through the house. Anxiety settles in my gut, not for me but for Mia. I’ll protect her, worst comes to worst, I promise myself. 

✦

“Put your books away, you won’t need them,” grumbles Professor Moody, Mad-Eye Moody as he is more commonly known due to his bizarre fake magical eye and highly paranoid attitude, as he hobbles up the aisle towards the front of the classroom. “This is sixth year, yes?” he asks, his voice deep and gravelly, as he reaches the front, turning around to inspect us as we nod in assent. 

I sit towards the back of the class, Theo next to me, as we greet the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, just like every other year. Most people say the position is cursed which is why no one ever stays longer than a year but I say Dumbledore hires idiots and ill fit teachers, examples being a fraud pretty boy by the name of Gilderoy Lockerhart, a secret werewolf, and now an ex-Auror who is infamous for being off his rocker. My eyes drift to Mia sitting up front next to Angelina Johnson, her white blouse and uniform skirt showing off her curves in a way that distracts me far more than fair. 

“Right well, how far have you gotten along on curses?” The professor asks, looking around at all of us. Some Ravenclaw know-it-all raises his hand and gives an exhaustive list of all the curses and countercurses we studied in the last five years for our O.W.L.s and Moody nods along. “But you’ve not seen the Unforgivable Curses?” I sit up slowly in my desk, glancing at Theo out of the corner of my eye. In front of me, Ella straightens her back and I know she is all too familiar with the effects of the Unforgivables. 

“Why would we need to see them?” Mia speaks up, her face in confusion and arms crossed over her chest, and the professor’s magical prosthetic eye swings around to her. 

“How do you expect to fight them if you’ve never seen them?”

“There is no fighting them, not if they’re being cast at you,” Mia responds quickly. “You may be able to fight off the effects of the Imperius Curse but the others-” 

“Yes! Quite right, Miss Potter,” Moody says, seeming to chew on her name for a moment. “You need to know what you are up against, and therefore prepared! Now Miss Potter has graciously named the first one, the Imperious Curse,” Moody continues, digging into a small jar at the front of the classroom. He pulls out a creepy spider and enlarges it with his wand before turning around and presenting it to us. “Imperio!” He casts at the spider, and forces it to swing through the air and onto Lee Jordan’s desk, who jumps slightly at the sight, and forces the spider to stand on two legs and dance. “Total control, the Imperius Curse gives the caster. Complete removal of free will. It can be fought off but takes great strength and is not possible for all. Years back, many claimed that they only did You-Know-Who’s bidding due to being under the Imperius Curse. The problem is, how do you sort out the liars? Constant vigilance!” He barks the last part out loudly, many students jumping in their seats. “Give me another!” 

Next to me, Theo raises his hand slowly, his face set tightly. “The Cruciatus Curse.” 

“Excellent, yes,” he nods as he holds out the spider in the palm of his hand. “Crucio!” he casts. I watch as Ella and Theo flinch and the spider turns in on itself, twitching and rocking and bending in unnatural ways. No sound comes out but I can imagine the horrifying scream of someone under the effects of the curse. “Pain. Excruciating pain. Pain so horrible and terrible it has been known to drive people to madness,” Moody explains with cool detachment, watching the spider twitch even after he has lifted the curse. 

“Next? Miss Potter?” Moody’s gaze switches to the redhead at the front of the class, whose face is still and cold as stone. She stares defiantly up at the professor as if to say ‘you know very well I do’ but she doesn’t speak. 

“The Killing Curse,” I speak up, breaking the eerie silence and stand off between Mia and Moody. 

“Hm, very good, Mr. Riddle. You would be an expert here, wouldn't you?” The professor remarks, almost seeming amused, and sets the spider down on Mia’s desk as he addresses me. “Avada Kedavra!” He casts without warning and a blinding green light shoots out of the tip of his wand and lands on the creature on Mia’s books. Her body flinches and her head is turned away, but even from across the classroom I can see the uneasy rise and fall of her shoulders. . “There is no countercurse, no blocking it, just instant death. If muggles were to look at the body they would be able to find no biological reason for the death. Only two people in history are known to have survived it,” Moody says, his eyes on the lightning scar on the back of Mia’s hand. Mia’s green eyes flick up to the Professor, anger and disgust so vivid in them that I can see it from across the classroom. After a tense moment, she stands quickly and grabs her bag, her eyes never leaving Moody’s until she turns around and storms out of the classroom, Moody’s eyes following her the entire time. 

Euphemia’s POV

I hear the door slam behind me as I lean against the wall of the corridor, my breath coming in rapidly and shallow. My knees buckle and I sink to the ground, my vision darkening and hands shaking as I try to control my breathing. Images flash through my mind, green lights and fire and screaming and a skull and snake and a tall shadowy figure, in rapid fire. I can’t feel my hands or my feet and all I see and feel and hear is pain and fear. My left wrist feels like it’s on fire and my lungs ache for air. I don’t know how long I sit there, frozen in time, until a distant voice cuts through the screams. 

“Phe…. Mia… You’re okay…. You’re safe….” I vaguely feel something wrap around me but I push it off, feeling trapped in my own skin as I try to pull myself out of the depths of my memories. “Give her some space. Mia, just focus on my voice. You’re okay…” 

“I think I know how to comfort my best friend,” someone snaps. 

“You’re okay, Mia. You’re safe, I promise.” Slowly, I open my eyes, to see Fred and Mattheo kneeling in front of me, twin looks of concern on their faces. I’m pressed against the wall in a corridor a little ways away from the DADA classroom. The hall is empty save the three of us luckily. 

“There you are,” Mattheo says with a gentle smile. 

“You okay, Phe?” Fred asks, watching me carefully as I nod and wipe at my face. 

“I’m sorry, I just-” My voice as shaky as my hands, “Godric, I’m sorry,” I breathe out as another tear slips down my cheek and I swipe at it angrily. 

“It’s alright, Phe,” Fred says quietly. 

“Nothing to be sorry for, Mia,” Mattheo says gently, moving from his knees to sit against the wall next to me.

“What can I do?” Fred asks, setting his hand on my knee. 

“Nothing… “M fine,” I mumble, rubbing my face with one hand and the other grounding me against the cold stone, the adrenaline slowly leaving my veins. “I didn’t think he'd actually cast it like that…” 

“Yeah, that was fucked,” Mattheo mumbles next to me, his hand finding mine pressed against the ground. 

“You guys go back in, I’m good,” I say, standing slowly, my knees a little wobbly. 

“You sure, Phe? I’ll go back to the Common Room with you,” Fred offers, his hand settling on my shoulder gently. 

“No, I think I’m going to go walk down to the lake or something. I need some fresh air,” I say, running my fingers through my hair and pushing it away from my face. Fred nods and pulls me into a hug for a long moment and I sigh into my best friend’s embrace before he pulls away and walks back towards the classroom, leaving Mattheo and I alone. I lean against the wall and close my eyes, taking a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry, Mia,” Matt says softly and I open my eyes to look at him and smile slightly. 

“S'alright. Not your fault,” I say as I push off the wall and reach down to grab my bag. “You should get back to class.” 

“Nah, fuck that. I’d rather come with you,” Mattheo smirks, brushing a piece of hair away from my face. “Besides, I think you owe me a cigarette, princess.” 

“How do you figure that?” I ask, chuckling. 

“Hey, I seem to remember leaving you one on your nightstand and I haven’t gotten one back. Or am I remembering wrong?” he responds teasingly. 

“Ah, my apologies, how could I have forgotten?” I laugh sarcastically, rolling my eyes. 

“I’ll forgive you this time, princess, but don’t let it happen again.” Mattheo takes a step towards me and reaches up to cup my cheek. “Sure you’re okay?” 

“Promise,” I say with a nod. Matt nods and runs his hand down my arm to grab my hand and together, we walk through the empty halls and into the warm fall air. 

✦

“So how was your date with Riddle?” Fred asks suddenly, interrupting Angelina’s sentence about Quidditch.  I look up from my dinner plate to see Fred staring at me, his face set in a hard expression, and George, Lee, Alicia and Angelina all looking between Fred and I. 

“What? I haven’t-” 

“He didn’t come back to class. I’m not dense, Mia,” Fred snaps and I lean back from the table, Fred almost never snaps at me. He’s been in a foul mood since our Defense lesson but I hadn’t guessed it was directed at me. 

“We just went for a walk, Fred, that’s not a date,” I respond slowly. I haven’t gotten around to telling the boys that I slept with Mattheo last term, or that we are kind of sort of maybe starting to see each other. I told Ang and Alicia the morning after but had kept the boys in the dark for the most part. Matt and I agreed to keep things quiet for a while, just while we figure out what we are and what we’re doing. 

“You used to hate him, and being nice for the sake of prefect rounds was one thing but now you’re hanging out with him? Tell me to go back to class so you can skip with him?” 

“Hey, I told him to go back to class too. It’s not my fault he didn’t listen!” I snap back, growing frustrated. 

“What is going on with you? Why are you suddenly all buddy buddy with him? His father is the reason you grew up the way you did, Mia! How can you-” 

“I bloody well know that, Fred! We are all fucking babies when it happened and its not Mattheo’s fault anymore than it is yours! If I of all people can look past who his parents are, something he has no control over, then I expect you can as well. Fuck, not even Harry has given me a fraction of the shit you’ve given me about it over the last year. Mattheo is in my life because I want him to be and if you have a problem with that, that’s on you!” Fred and I hold eye contact for a tense moment, our friends in various states of feeling awkward until George speaks up. 

“He’s just worried about you, Mia. Riddle is dangerous-” 

“I can take care of myself,” I interrupt, my eyes still not leaving Fred’s. After a long moment, I look down at my plate and stand. “I’m not hungry anymore,” I mutter as I turn away, my feet taking me out of the Great Hall.

taglist; @purplegardenwhispers @somethingswiftandstyles @weasleyreidstyles @mayamonroem @girlbooklover555 @stxrszurzolo @abaker74

my taglist is screwing up im so sorry !!

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.01.11

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. No Harm by @tessacrowley [E, 46k]

►After a long, bloody war, Draco Malfoy just wants to do something good with his life for a change, and resolves to become a healer. But magical society refuses to make it easy for him, and an increasingly dramatic series of events—all of them instigated by Harry Potter—get him kicked out of med school, force him to live in exile, and threaten to destroy the new life he’s trying so desperately to build. But Harry isn’t instigating anything—at least not on purpose. He’s just trying to work up the nerve to ask him out. His efforts don’t appear to be going great.

2. Proves the Rule by @sweet-s0rr0w [M, 4k] 💗

►The first time Harry spots his husband in another universe, he's arm in arm with Astoria Greengrass.

[getawayfox]

OMG it’s already January! I’m so very late to this and I have seen so many wonderful lists, but I very much wanted to make my own, so I did. We are so lucky to be spoiled by so many incredible fics – here are some (in no particular order) that grabbed me by the heart and never let go.

💀 draco malfoy’s substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (Draco/Harry, E, 10k)

I HAVE. NO WORDS. In the best possible way. This fic has to be experienced first-hand. E is an insane genius. That’s it, that’s the rec.

🧑🏼‍🍳 Make This Leap by @oflights (Draco/Harry, M, 118k)

Competent Draco and disaster Harry my beloved! This fic is so sweet and lovely and I want to live in it forever.

📩 Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed, @lastontheboat (Draco/Harry, T, 10k)

I laughed SO much reading this! It went straight into the bookmarks and I visit it every so often when I need a pick-me-up. And I swear I discover some new clever detail every time I do! Delightful, hilarious, perfect.

🐥 Robin’s Flufftober 2022 by @rockingrobin69 (Draco/Harry, M, 17,5k)

October was my favourite month because every day we got a dose of soft soft Robin sweetness - a moment of peace and safety every time her name popped on tumblr dashboard. I protect this collection in my bookmarks like the treasure it is.

❣️ Draco Malfory Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (Draco/Harry, E, 18k)

Draco’s voice in this fic! From the very first sentence (no, from the title!) I knew I was in the right hands. What a treat!

🛁 Rubber Drakey by @crazybutgood (Draco/Harry, T, comic)

This fic is an utter delight, creative and clever, adorable and laugh-out-loud funny. This is Draco in his cutest form!

🌞 Look For Me In the Sun by @wolfpants (Draco/Harry, M, 9k)

Obviously a wolfpants fic had to be on this list but which one? *points at the whole catalogue* There is no way to go wrong there, what a year they had! I think I have screamed most about Pages of you (the number of times AO3 tells me I visited that one is embarrassing), Romp and Circumstance, and The Hollow (yes these are links, what of it, no it’s not cheating), so I’m going mention another favourite: Look For Me In The Sun, gorgeously atmospheric, achy, stunningly written.

🦦 Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 77k)

This has got to be THE fic this year for me. It’s fitting, because last year it was Nor All That Glisters, which got me into the drarry fandom properly, so of course it’s Sweet who just casually swoops in with another banger that won’t leave my brain, accompanied by the most incredible Joy art. I think this fic had me already at the tags but I was not ready for everything there is to love about the story - it’s impossible to do it justice in just a few short sentences, but if you haven't read it yet, it should be on your list for sure.

💍 Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (Draco/Harry, E, 50k)

OTP: inevitable. Two timelines, both so exquisitely delivered: eighth-year drarry and grown-up drarry, both times so different and wholesome. This story is everything I love: nuanced, funny, full of pining and history.

🌙 Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (Draco/Harry, M, 15k)

This fic grabbed me and squeezed, and I don’t think I’ve been able to catch my breath since. I’m actually lost for words here because the story makes me feel so much but I haven’t been able to name it yet and maybe that’s okay. It’s the Tacky way of reaching deep down into my feelings and letting me sit with them.

🍋 Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (Draco/Harry, E, 17k)

I think this might be the only time I managed to guess the author when this was still anon (and, well. The genius artist too). Such intimacy and longing, gorgeous food and so many layers to the story.

🌼 He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by @sleepstxtic (Draco/Harry, Draco/Astoria, T, 5k)

I know that the infidelity tag might put some people off, but this is a stunningly written (devastating) Astoria PoV that absolutely clawed at my heart in the best possible way.

🍎 The Wrong Sort by @vukovich (Draco/Harry, not rated)

This fic makes me want to scream even though Vuk came back with a second part that patched up my broken heart. “I didn’t know how else to keep it” will forever be etched into my eyelids. Thank you, Vuk.

🥂 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (Draco/Harry, E, WIP)

Technically, this counts because Sly started posting in Dec and I’m obsessed! Flirting! Banter! Oblivious Draco! *screams*

[oflights]

allie i've been trying to gather the courage to reread close behind honestly ever since i first read it in march last year but i've been too. emotionally distraught to actually do so but! i've literally thought about it probably twice each week. and now i'm finally actually almost over my ex so i should just bite the bullet but im SCARED bc the last time i cried for 5 hours

like i literally remember 2 am on a weekday in literally -2 C weather and i sat on my balcony, wrapped in a blanket, chain smoking and reading at the same time, tears streaming down my face. all this to say i long for that catharsis but i'm. scared

omg. anon!! first of all it's probably weird how happy this kind of message makes me lol, like yay, i left you emotionally ravaged!!! mission accomplished!!

second of all: just remember the happy ending! read the last chapter first, and keep it in your mind as you read the rest!! think about everything that could come after it, too, like:

harry and draco's first awkward af date in hogsmeade. ron, daphne, their kids, and scorpius all follow them in various disguises courtesy of george and they are very obvious but harry and draco are too into each other to notice.

draco never wears black again. for every date with harry, he wears a different set of brightly-colored, over-the-top robes.

he steals harry's colorful fair isle sweaters all the time, too.

oh and he gets a weasley sweater like, day one of his renewed relationship with harry. molly had actually been knitting him a bunch over the years but held them back because she didn't want to make things weird or upset harry, so there's a backlog to get through. some have a little dragon stitched on them and ron is super jealous.

their first holiday at the burrow? emotional, life-changing, beautiful, cathartic. harry weeps at least five times. ginny punches him for old time's sake.

speaking of, headmaster harry who holds regular office hours for all hogwarts students in case they ever need to talk to him about something. even if they just want to talk about socks.

(headmaster harry who gets all embarrassed whenever anyone calls him "the youngest hogwarts headmaster in a century")

terrifying new DADA professor hermione granger, who is distressingly unpopular amongst the students because they're all too intimidated by her and it takes her a while to learn how to deal with kids.

until she skips out on a hogsmeade weekend to scandalously elope with a much younger former department of mysteries intern and then she's just incredibly cool to them.

and listen. scorpius locks himself in his room when he finds out about harry and draco's past. he asks draco if he'd ever loved astoria and makes draco cry. draco teaches him that the heart is a universe and he doesn't have any regrets and a wonderful future doesn't invalidate a past he was truly happy in.

and then!! there's stepdad harry. my favorite thing. scorpius asks harry how he knew he was gay. harry gives scorpius the invisibility cloak and asks him to help perfect his disillusionment charm in return. scorpius asks harry to rig the house cup for slytherin as his birthday gift. harry refuses, even though draco thinks it's only fair.

harry and draco date, get engaged, get married in their 40s. they go back and forth between hogwarts and the hogsmeade cottage (which includes ron and daphne's fam like 70% of the time too; harry loves summers spent as part of the extended weasley-greengrass-malfoy-potter family). draco eventually retires from curse-breaking and becomes a nepo hire charms professor after scorpius graduates.

they really do live happily ever after, after all that. promise. 😌

[dramioneasks]

Hi im looking for fic recs where Draco and Hermione get together in their 30's-40's after becoming single again (after getting divorced or widowed). Specifically the ones where Scorpius, Rose and Hugo exist (they dont have to be important or overly present characters I'm just looking for blended family vibes, not AUs where they dont exist).

I would love if they also had Hermione getting pregnant again with Draco but if you cant think of any, I will take fics without this specific plot too 😅

Time Is Too Short - NeheMikkele - M, 41 chapters - After her divorce with Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger is now Minister for Magic and living alone. She’s almost 41 with both work and her children taking up all the space in her life. Draco Malfoy is a lonely widower, struggling with what life has thrown his way. Ginny Potter sees an opportunity to help two people who deserve better.

Confessionsby SaintDionysus - M, 31 Chapters - The story begins with a celebration where a few drinks give friends the courage to confess their long harbored feelings for each other. Visions of the past spanning almost forty years reveal how many events lead to this moment. Mature Dramione. Themes: post-canon, flashbacks, Minister!Granger, Widower!Draco, Divorce, Next Gen Adults, Politics, hurt/comfort, romcom, mild smut

Heart of the Phoenix By: I M Sterling - M, 13 chapters - Years after Hogwarts, a widowed Hermione Granger Weasley is surprised to see Draco Malfoy walk into her office. What in the name of Merlin could a St. Mungo’s Medical Curse Breaker need from her? Rated M for later chapters.

Finding Hermione by ebookdragon - M, 51 chapters - Fifteen years after the end of the Second Wizarding War, former Hogwarts’ students are sending their own children off to school for the first time. As the train leaves, Hermione makes a startling discovery about her husband and the secret life he’s been living. Draco witnesses Hermione’s world shatter and comes to her rescue, helping her pick up the pieces and find herself again.

Ignite by Hesaluti - K+, 38 chapters - An opportunity arises that Hermione can’t afford to miss, it means exposing herself to painful memories and involving herself in the life of someone she’d thought she wouldn’t have to ever meet again - Draco Malfoy. Add in a few fire breathing dragons and some unexpected sinister events that they have no choice but to work together to solve and things are about to get interesting.

Meadows and Memories - NMD_Writes - T, 13 chapters - Hermione Granger, now mother of two and working for the Ministry of Magic, begins to reflect on her marriage to Ron Weasley. During a particularly difficult investigation involving House Elf Trafficking, she encounters a divorced Draco Malfoy, who only further challenges her current situation.Forgiveness and memories. Pensieve dives and hard questions. Self-reflection and growth. Second chances and reconnection. Curses and gardens. Has he always loved her this much?

Sound & Vision - Sally_can_wait - E, 15 chapters - Ronald Weasley is dead. Astoria Greengrass is dead. Draco and Hermione will do a journey through grief, with the help of music and films. I targeted in crafting a story full of laughter and tears, but still with a deeper meaning. I hope you enjoy it.

-Lisa

[bvbygrl-writes]

Summer Lovin': Chapter 1

Pairing: Dilf!Draco Malfoy x Blaise's Daughter!Reader

Series Summary: After years of being unhappy and doing what everyone else thinks is best, Draco decides to finally learn what he wants in life. Little did he know what he wants would walk in wearing a cute little dress.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Age gap (Draco is in his 30s reader is 18), unhappy marriage, reader is black, a bit of drinking

A/N: I haven't written a series in a while so brace yourself. If this chapter does well then I'll continue with it but if not I'll probably just drop this in the vault.

THIS FIC WILL BE 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.

Draco could say with certainty that his marriage with Astoria was loveless from the beginning. From the outside, it looked like the perfect marriage, the perfect life. He was wealthy, his wife was beautiful, and they had a son who had grown into a lovely young man. But, if he had a choice in the way his life had gone, it wouldn’t have been like that. From the time he was a young boy till the time he was an adult, he had practically every decision made for him. He had hoped after Hogwarts, after he distanced himself from his father a bit more, he would have the rest of his life to figure out what he wanted to do. His likes, his passions, his interest for something outside of pureblood society or whatever agenda his father had pushed on him.

But over time, he had grown a distaste for the way his life was. While Scorpius was still growing up, he and Astoria had a common goal and interest: making sure their son grew up to be a well rounded individual. While their marriage and practically their whole lives were orchestrated, they made sure to give their son something they never had, his own choices and options. However, as he got older and started to attend Hogwarts, their attention had to be focused on one another and what they came to find out is that they couldn’t be any more different.

Constant fights, arguments about little petty things were the only things they could throw at each other (besides the dishware). If it wasn’t one thing, it was another and if Draco was honest, he couldn’t stand Astoria. Her laugh, the rude way she’d speak to the house staff, and constantly bringing up the stupidest of things that happened when they were still in school however many years ago. It was though she was still a rotten and nasty little girl instead of being in her mid 30s as they were. He found himself drinking quite a bit just to tune out the sound of her droning on and on about something he couldn’t give a singular fuck about.

“Did you hear me, Dray? This is important! The elves didn’t add enough salt into the soup so-”

“Add your own fucking salt then, Astoria! Are you so incompetent that you can’t even add your own salt into the meal? The soup tasted bloody fine to me.” he groaned, standing from the table. It was a long, dark oak table that seemed to go on for eternity. They both sat on separate ends and even then, it still didn’t feel like he was far enough. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he began to pace back and forth, sighing as he tried to calm down. A deafening silence fell over the room. He kept praying to a force that something, anything would end this moment.

And like clock work, in came his owl with the daily post. He stroked under its chin affectionately before grabbing the mail. With most of them, he read who the sender was and just tossed it onto the table. But one caught his eye. It was sealed with a dark blue wax with the initials B.Z pressed into it. A barely noticeable smile made its way into his face as he walked a few feet away from the table, ripping open the letter. The smile grew more and more as he read the contents.

Dear Draco,

How’ve you been, mate? I’ve been quite busy and I apologize for me and my small family for not being able to attend your residence during the Christmas season like you requested. However, my wife will be out for the summer visiting her family so I thought it’d be nice if you came to visit the manor and we can catch up like old times. Plus, from the sounds of it in your last letter, you’re very much overdue for a vacation of your own. 

Your friend, Blaise Zabini

“Rue!” Draco called out. The elf in questioning came scurrying around the corner, bowing before the man. “I’ll need you to pack up a few suitcases, I need about 3 months worth of clothing. Please and thank you.” the elf nodded, running off quickly with a few ‘right away sir’s and ‘a pleasure sir’s as he disappeared up the stairs.

“Three months?! Where do you think you’re going?” Astoria shrilled, standing up to cling to his arm. She had an overly dramatic pout on her face, lips quivering as fake tears appeared in the corner of her eyes.

“Away from you!” he yelled before sighing. None of this was her fault. She was forced into this connection as much as he was. He gently removed her hands from his body before turning to face her. “Astoria, let’s be honest with ourselves….neither of us are happy. We’ve been at each other's throats for years and if it wasn’t for Scorpius, the two of us would have separated years ago. I’m going away for the summer to spend some time with Blaise to have fun for once and I hope in this time you have some fun too.” his voice was full of sincerity and deep down, she knew he was right. So without another word she offered him a tight lip but understanding smile, walking off towards one of the many living rooms in the house.

“Your bags are packed, Master Malfoy.”

Draco sighed in relief as he stood on the porch of his dear friend’s manor. It was made of light stone and marble, a nice change from the darker style of his own home. He reached forward to use the door knocker but was shocked as the door popped open revealing a familiar face.

“Malfoy. I wasn’t sure if you were going to come or not but I had a room prepared for you anyways. Lyra, fetch a bottle of the good scotch, will you?” he yelled, turning around and beginning to walk further into the house. Draco followed behind him, admiring the carvings on the border of the ceiling. After a few minutes of walking, they reached a living room. It had many windows causing the room to be well lit with natural lighting. But what caught his eye was the set of double doors. Outside appeared to be a garden with lots of greenery and an outdoor dining area.

“I’m impressed, Zabini. I didn’t know you had taste at all.” he chuckled, sitting down on the soft white couch. Blaise scoffed at his words, chuckling as he poured their scotch into two crystal glasses.

“As much as I’d love to take credit for this, a lot of this was the doings of Pansy and (Y/n). She was just starting Hogwarts when we moved here and we wanted her to feel at peace when she was away from the stress of school. It’s crazy to think she’s all done with it now.” Draco hummed at his words, sipping on the scotch. It was nice and smooth. He made a note to ask him about it at a later time. “Oh! Speaking of (Y/n), it seems her summer plans fell through and she’ll be here for the next few months. I hope that’s alright. Although, with the size of the house I doubt we’ll see her much but for meals.”

“That’s quite alright. I haven’t seen my ‘niece’ in quite some time. I believe she was six or so, still asking for us to check for the monsters under her bed." They both laughed at that. (Y/n) was a sweet and bright young girl. When the two families lived closer together, Scorpius and her would often have playdates together. (Y/n) would always call him Uncle Dray, begging to spend the night just so she could spend a bit longer with her favorite ‘uncle’.

“I’ll call her down so we can all catch up. (Y/n), princess, we have a guest!” Blaise called, his voice echoing off the walls. The room went silent for a bit before a faint ‘Coming, Dad!’ could be heard along with a set of footsteps clambering above them. The sound trailed from one end of the ceiling to the other before bouncing steps could be heard from the stairs.

Draco chuckled, sipping on his scotch which he soon began to regret as he choked on it a bit. His gray eyes practically bulged from his head at the girl, no, woman who was standing before them. Was this really the same girl, his little (Y/n/n)? This couldn’t be the same little girl he helped raise, the same one who always needed a flashlight in order to sleep, the one that’d fall asleep in his lap when he was finished braiding her curly hair. His eyes raked over her appearance. She took after her father in terms of complexion, rich brown skin but he had no idea who she had gotten that body from. It most certainly wasn’t Pansy’s. And her eyes? They were the most lovely shade of (e/c) he had ever seen. She had a set of fresh braids that complimented her face well and along with the bright yellow dress she was wearing…she looked nothing short of a doll. He felt his chest grow tight and his nose burned from the alcohol that had managed to make its way back up a bit. The summer had barely begun but he knew it was going to be the best one he’d had in a while.

[edenatknight]

Hello Mudblood - a fanfic of a fanfic

Based on Manacled written by SenLinYu. Draco Malfoys pov after Hermione arrives at the manor. Go easy on me. Manacled is my first fanfic and I am still in recovery lol. So I guess technically this is the first fanfic I've written too. Pls excuse spelling mistakes etc, this is a first draft I wanted to get out of my brain, written on my phone on the way to an appointment! I've not absorbed any extra material either, such as Sen's Q&As, so this is born from my own imaginings based on reading Manacled. I've tried to emulate Sen's style, with minor changes to (attempt to) add narrative impact form Dracos POV. Feedback very welcome - Genuinely. If I get some good pointers, I might do more.

Sorry I guess this is a Dramione fanfic account now lol

~ Hello Mudblood ~

Draco headed to his bedroom ready to dive into a bottle of fire whisky, like he had nearly every night since he was told Hermione was found.

He swung the door open and almost stoped dead in his tracks. Fuck. Hermione was sitting at his desk with eyes frozen with fear. What is she doing in here?!

Fucking Astoria. She did this.

He hadn’t even had time to think about the inevitable. Between his death eater duties, immediately plotting how to get Hermione out, dodging Astoria in the house, and burying this horrid situation behind occlumency walls just so he could get through a day, he was not ready for seeing her for the second time. He’d been avoiding her and avoiding thinking about it. Since he found out she was being put into the breeding program. Since he found out it was he who was meant to “breed” her. The thought was abhorrent and the nausea hadn’t left him since she arrived.

He’d done the mental acrobatics trying to figure out a way to avoid it. Get her out before he had do do it. But it just wasn't possible. Plans were in motion, but just not quick enough. He even contemplated just ending it both for them in a dramatic murder suicide. But he wanted her so desperately to live. She would never forgive him, but she’d be alive. He wanted her to be free, even if he never lived to see it.

There was no way out, only through. They were both trapped here. If Voldermort saw that he hadn’t tried to impregnate her as instructed, it would be over for both of them. Not just over, they’d both be tortured in unimaginable ways before dying. Draco suspected he might not even be killed. He’d be kept alive in agony long enough to serve as an example to any who dared defy the Dark Lord, and would probably be made to watch as Hermione was tortured in front of him. Like his mother all over again. Except this time there would be no out, no Dumbledore to assassinate, no hope of saving her.

He hated this house. His room. This estate. One of the few untainted memories he had of the manor was Hermione unsuccessfully trying to hide her awe at seeing the library for the first time. Then later waking up in his bedroom with him coiled around her warm body. Those memories fractured when he saw her standing in the entrance hall dressed in scarlet. He hadn’t seen her for so long. All he wanted to do was hold her and feel that she was real. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t even risk a loving glance. All he could do was dive into her mind and rapidly verify that she genuinely didn’t remember him. It was the only thing keeping them both alive.

The moment he found out she was arriving he buried everything good, everything loving, every happy moment with her, as deep as he could to protect her, the way she’d done for him.

His occlumency walls held for as long as they needed to. As soon as he was out of sight and alone long enough he collapsed on his hands and knees exhausted from the effort. His chest heaving and dry sobbing as he tried to hold back the wave of relief that he’d seen with his own eyes that she was alive and the tide of dread overcoming him.

Voldermort had caged another person he loved. He was torturing another person he loved. And Voldermort made him the torture instrument. It was tearing him apart. Undoubtedly Voldermort would delight in finding out the added layer of inadvertent torment. He swore to him self he'd never let that happen.

And now here she was in his room sitting at his desk.

For a split second a moment of casual familiarity flashed before him, of Hermione joyfully turning pages amongst a pile of books in the same spot. Since he hadn’t see her, he had replayed that memory and many others a thousand times. He wanted to cry. He wanted to scream. He wanted to fall into her skin and never leave. He swatted the memory away and hardened his face. He collected himself quickly in the way only a skilled occlumens could.

He could file away his own feelings but couldn’t fully bury the feeling of her terror. It was like an itch in the back of his mind from the fucking blood ward so he could monitor her. And he couldn’t ignore the physical feeling of her rising pulse against his finger from the ring that told him she had been alive all this time.

He could see Hermione was still wearing her ring but but unaware of it. Wearing this ring and feeling her heartbeat telling him she was alive somewhere all these months was the only thing that kept him going all this time. Now he wanted to throw the fucking thing across the room.

He’d almost forgotten it was today. Or maybe he just was trying not to think about it in some futile attempt to wish it away.

I’ll fucking kill Astoria, he thought. He didn’t try to hide the rage in his face as he entered the room. Use it, he thought. Use every dark impulse, every moment of anger & hate, channel it into this room. She had to believe he was everything awful & terrifying she imagined Death Eater, High Reeve, Malfoy to be. I am the High Reeve, he told himself, Death Eater Draco Malfoy. Executioner to the Dark Lord.

Feeling Hermoinies eyes following his every move, he walked over to the tall wardrobe and opened it. Selected a bottle of fire whisky, uncorked it with his teeth, and took a long glug.

Fucking Astoria. He wanted to down an entire bottle before tonight. Now he didn’t have time. He hadn’t even thought about how to do it. How do you plan to rape someone you love?

His only goal was now getting her out. Was keeping her alive. She will never look at him the same way again. Good. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve her. He hated her for being there. He hated himself for what he was about to do.

He gathered up all his hate. All his rage. Every moment Voldermort had tainted. Every drop of loathing, disgust at himself, and his very real anger with Hermione for breaking her word, put it in a cauldron together with the triumph of every success he had in perusing his goals. He felt it bubble up inside him and pushed it all to the forefront of his mind.

Unhesitating. Cunning. Unfailing. Ruthless. Unyielding. Driven to succeed.

Time to put on a show for the Dark Lord.

“Today is the day then, Mudblood.”

[sailtomarina]

Raise a Toast

Draco x Hermione | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 31: The clock striking midnight | WC 3325 | Rating: M (past death and grief, implied/referenced sex)

The champagne on his tongue might as well have been water for all the little that Draco tasted. His attention was elsewhere, or, more accurately, on someone.

Minister Granger-Weasley stood in the light, her spine straight and head held high as she sparkled with laughter. She was surrounded by an adoring public eager for a single word from the witch who’d taken the Wizarding World by storm. The first Muggle-born Minister of Magic. The witch who toppled several long-standing measures against magical beings and creatures. Golden Girl. The Brightest Witch of Her Age.

He simply thought of her as ‘Granger’, no matter her surname. That was even more true now that she was divorced and her children long since graduated and leading lives of their own.

Astoria, his beloved wife, had been gone a decade now, the memory of her still soft and sweet no matter how many days passed. Were she still alive, he’d be just as devoted to her now as he was from the moment she’d stepped into his life. She was his light in the darkness, the mother of his only son and heir, and the love of his life.

He took comfort in one of the last memories he had of her, where she’d begged him to find love again.

“Don’t close your heart, Draco. I know it will be hard and might take a long time, years even, but you have to try. For me. For Scorpius. For yourself.”

And she’d been right, of course. The pain of her passing had nearly crippled him. If not for his son, he might have given up on life entirely.

Now, here he was, dressed in his finest robes, his hand bare, and his heart open to trying once more for a happiness that looked suspiciously like a woman in shadow grey with a head of riotous curls.

The feeling had been slow growing, as things usually were in Draco’s life. He didn’t let others in often, and those that he did found themselves lifelong holders of his loyalties. Watching as his son grew steadily more fond of her daughter had given him hope for the future that only magnified with each momentous move Hermione made in her role as Minister.

He didn’t work for the Ministry; he didn’t need to work at all, truth be told. The Malfoy coffers ran deep even after all the reparations they had paid years ago. By now, Draco had tripled them past their former glory through well-planned and aggressive investments. But, he’d come to learn that work did what no amount of playing with money could: it gave him a satisfaction in life that increases in gold never could.

He’d started small, experimenting with potions here and there. It had always been a gift of a kind, one his godfather had been quick to nurture the moment he’d shown interest. If only Severus could see him now, his cold heart might just have melted at the edges. Draco’s hobby expanded into a Knockturn storefront, then, eventually, a premiere Diagon brick and mortar. He took on contracts with Hogwarts, trading potions for Longbottom’s quality plants, as well as St. Mungo’s via the Ministry. 

That was how his interactions with Granger went from the occasional parental obligation to the workplace, as she had to approve the contracts and made a point of visiting his lab and store in person. What should have been a simple inspection and dismissal turned into several hours of discussion over theory and technique. She was convinced she could improve upon his Wolfsbane Potion, and he was determined to help her realise that wish.

And, they had.

The newer Wolfsbane not only lasted longer and had to be taken less frequently, but it tasted better, too, which several volunteers had stated might have been the best part. Granger had been ecstatic at the results of their teamwork and insisted on more projects in the future, to which he eagerly agreed.

Unfortunately, work and familial obligations made that reality a far-off dream.

He would never begrudge her time spent with her former husband and their children. After losing Astoria, he would never, ever demand she prioritise anything else. Family was paramount; everything else, secondary.

Then had come the news of her divorce, and the slew of speculation. Paparazzi made it nigh impossible to get in a word with her outside of her capacity as Minister, and he didn’t want to give them any fuel for fire. It would be just his luck for the tabloids to get wind of their potion brewing and concoct up lies about a torrid affair.

He waited, and he experimented. He continued his work and supported Scorpius as he made the decision to apprentice under Flitwick at Hogwarts, then again when his son confided in him about his lasting interests in a certain curly-headed ginger. If all went as they both hoped, he might soon have a daughter to welcome into his life. 

All of his senses snapped to attention once Granger began to move across the floor, the train of her dress needing no hands to hold it aloft or a carpet to keep her way clear. The crowd spread around her without prompting; magic held the material in perfect alignment. Not a single speck of dust or dirt dared marr her radiance. Shadow grey was a bit of a misnomer for her gown’s colour. Draco had never seen a shadow like this. It shimmered with movement, pulled you into orbit upon study.

Like now.

“My, my, Malfoy, one might think you’ve turned to stone standing as long as you have against the wall. I nearly missed you altogether.” Firewhiskey eyes sparkled with mischief, a quirk on her lips that he could have sworn she’d stolen from him.

“If your dance card isn’t already full, I’m happy to remedy that for you.” 

The words were out of his mouth without a thought. They came as naturally as breathing, though now that comparison was suspect given the rampant thundering taking place in his chest. There was no telling the expression on his face. She, however, looked pleased, and that assuaged his concern.

They might as well have been the only two in the ballroom with how everything faded to the edges, leaving only them and a too-large space in between. He watched with fascination the way she smoothed one hand down her stomach, a grounding gesture if he ever saw one. Her free hand disappeared into a cleverly hidden pocket and extracted her wand. With an elegant twist of the wrist, a series of lines scrolled before her, all of them occupied except for the last.

He stared at the space and willed the glowing gold of his signature to fill it.

Being the last line, that meant he would be her final dance. It would place him closest to her as the clock struck midnight. Surely, she knew what might follow, should she allow it.

“It’s yours for the taking,” she clearly stated, not an ounce of hesitation in her delivery. Her chin remained high, her eyes firmly set on his. She stepped close enough for him to raise his own ebony wand and send his name onto the final line.

As he did so, her gaze finally dropped, and he witnessed the first shift in her carriage. Following her line of sight, he realised she was looking at his unadorned finger. The last time they’d met, he’d still worn the platinum band.

“When…” her voice drifted off as she realised with a look around that they were, in fact, not alone. She needn’t have worried. He’d cast a muffliato the instant she'd pulled him in.

“Today.”

She held his gaze long enough to convey entire conversations unspoken. She knew what the gesture meant, as well as his being here asking her to dance. Mahogany curls shot through with ribbons of tawny gold spilled forward as she inclined her head and dropped into a curtsy. He longed to twine his fingers through the silky tresses and anchor himself into her, a shelter in a storm, only she was the storm and the anchor and the tethering line all at the same time.

“Come find me.”

And then, she was gone.

He watched her, slack jawed like everyone else, the exposed muscles of her back rippling with each step, the skin golden tan and begging for touch. Here he was, a wizard well into his prime, a father with a son old enough to marry, a widower who still very much loved his wife, and a man utterly incapacitated by the sight of Hermione Granger’s bare skin. 

“It’s about time, mate.” 

“Theo.”

The two men stood in silence next to each other, surveying the room and sipping their preferred glasses of sin. Couples swirled on the dance floor, gowns and formal robes in such a variety of colours and patterns that Draco was reminded of the first time he’d witnessed Twilfitt and Tattings’ walls as a child. At the time, the options had seemed astronomical. When would anyone ever need so many choices? What was the point of one shade of aubergine over one slightly paler, or darker?

Now, he understood. Now, he appreciated. Just as there were countless shades of green or red or, in Hermione’s case, gold, there was an equally endless number of possibilities his life could take from this moment to the next. He could walk out right now and honour his marriage vow to Astoria. He could be happy with that decision. She deserved devotion, even in death. He could ask Theo to take his spot knowing his best friend would do it in a heartbeat. Theo adored Granger, had harboured his own affections for her once upon a time. Draco wouldn’t put it past the wizard to proposition her for a threesome with Longbottom, his current partner. 

He could stay and take that dance.

“Don’t you go buggering this up.” Theo’s voice held just the slightest hint of reproach. Anyone else listening would have assumed he was teasing. “Nev and I would just love to step up for a chance, not that we’re the ones she wants. Either way, I’m sure Mine wouldn’t say no to some fun if her preferred wizard vanishes on her.”

“Don’t call her that.”

He hated any and all nicknames others used for her. It was infantile, like they couldn’t take the extra effort to add on a couple of extra syllables. 

Theo scoffed into his glass before tossing back the remainder and slapping Draco on the shoulder with a grip tight enough to bruise. “I’ll call her whatever I please until she requests otherwise or you make it clear that she is, in fact, not mine.”

A soft chiming slowly rose in volume, filling the hall with echoing rings and signalling the last dance of the evening. Anticipation rose from his stomach, a fluttering, then a stampede, propelling his arm out to drop his glass onto the nearest surface. Each motion seemed doubled in time, allowing Draco to pick up every single detail of his surroundings. The cool, slightly moistened glass passing from his fingertips as he let go. The flex of his shoulder as his arm dropped to his side. The tightening in his glutes when he stepped forward, eyes fixed on a witch in the centre of the room. Always in the centre, always in the spotlight. Always just out of reach. Until now.

If Theo said anything more, it was lost in the maelstrom roaring in his ears, a cacophony of anticipatory chatter from the crowd around them, the tinkling of champagne glasses in the hands of those not dancing, the murmured pleasantries from servers. Her laughter drifted like a fishing line straight to him, hooking him in and dragging him forward without any need for bait or deception. He was already hers.

“Excuse me, gentlemen. Ladies. My final dance awaits.”

Surprised eyes turned his way, but Draco didn’t care. Only Hermione filled his view. Only Hermione mattered, her hand descending into his.

Ah.

There it was.

A reflexive swallow betrayed her emotions when his fingers pressed down onto her own. Nothing else gave away her reactions to his touch, but he knew what to look for after all their times working together. 

He led her into the space made for them, and she settled into his frame like she was made for it. Or, was it the opposite? This was no Yule Dance; they were children, no longer. He held her close enough for him to breathe in her scent, a mixture of tuberose and jasmine and…a hint of freshly-mowed grass, perhaps. Heady, sweet, and invigorating, just like her. It made him want to leap onto his old broom and fly barrel rolls through the ballroom like he was still a Quidditch player and she his biggest fan.

“How is it that you always smell so good?” she uttered, nose bent towards his chest so he couldn’t see her expression.

“Speak for yourself. Your perfume should be served up to the national Quidditch team; maybe then we’d finally win the World Cup.”

That brought her face up, eyes and nose adorably crinkled as she laughed aloud at his comment. He swelled at the accomplishment. When she finally opened her eyes, merriment dancing in the lighter flecks of her irises, her lips twisted into a wry smile.

“All these years, and I still can’t manage to enjoy the sport.”

“I’ll enjoy it enough for the both of us.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“Whatever will I do while you’re focusing all your attention on balls and broomsticks?”

Draco wouldn’t have stopped his gaze from dropping to her lips no matter the topic. “Not all my attention. Some things are worth nonstop devotion.”

A flash of pink as she licked her lips. “Is that a promise?”

He looked back into her eyes, framed by full lashes and opened wide as they stared back at him. “Do you want it to be?”

The lights around them flashed in warning. The countdown to midnight would soon begin.

“Yes.”

He let out the breath he’d been holding, the echo of her assent a driving force to any lingering uncertainty he might have had about his next course of action. 

“May I kiss you, Hermione?”

“If you don’t, then I will.”

Ever the threat. They shared a smirk that the public would soon come to consider a sign of great things. Terrible? That would depend on who you asked. But great? Of that, there was no question.

“10, 9, 8…”

His forehead dropped down to hers, cool skin to warm, icy grey melting in the heat of her scorching fire.

“6, 5, 4…”

They drifted to a standstill, bodies pressed together into one. Draco’s hand splayed possessively across the bare expanse of her back, while the other cupped her jaw and tilted it upward.

“2, 1…”

The clock struck midnight, cheers erupted around them, poppers exploded, and somewhere, far away, rumbled the start of fireworks high in the sky.

There was only her lips beneath his, slanted, parted, breathing the same air, mewling as he pulled her tighter against him and drank her in like his very own life-giving elixir. Nails bit into the thick fabric of his robes, sharp enough to leave marks on his skin that he’d wear with pride. She tasted like nothing he could have imagined, yet also like everything. Triumph. Joy. Passion. Heat. 

Love.

Draco grumbled as she pulled away from the kiss; he could feel her grin against his pouting lips. 

“Don’t worry. There’s no getting rid of me now,” she teased, her fingers sliding down the planes of his chest to pinch at a nipple, sending a jolt straight to his cock. Her chuckle was low and leading as his hips reflexively jerked forward at the sensation.

“Hermione…” he warned.

“Draco.” Her hands slid back up to wrap around either side of his neck, thumbs rubbing circles against the blond stubble of his jaw. “Unless you want to give the press even more to squeal about, I suggest you take me home.”

Celebrations continued around them, champagne glasses emptying and several couples still kissing in the New Year. Theo was likely out there wrapped around Longbottom, all threats on her person likely forgotten in the excitement. Even if Draco took her away right this second, a photo of their midnight kiss would still likely grace the Prophet’s front page, along with a thorough breakdown of their former relationships and long standing rivalry. 

None of that mattered.

“Nothing would please me more.”

Protests to their departure went unheeded, and the final speech of the evening ended up being given by Head Auror Harry Potter. It was the very least he could do as her best friend, anyway. Draco still couldn’t quite bring himself to call the wizard a mate of his. Respectfully, of course, and irregardless of their several shared glasses of Ogden’s finest. Even when their kids flew on the same teams and wore the same house colours. Potter would always and forever be Draco’s opponent, just like he would always be in their lives as Hermione’s closest confidant.

It wasn’t until after the weekend that they saw the photos for themselves, which they promptly clipped and framed. Creevey had managed to catch their first kiss in a perfect loop that included the softening in his eyes and Hermione’s inhale of anticipation. A fearsome bouquet arrived shortly after, Longbottom’s logo stamped on the congratulatory card and Theo’s scrawl barely legible. Draco wasn’t certain how familiar Hermione was with the language of flowers, but this particular assortment was decidedly sordid in nature and promised retribution should Draco “muck it all up.” 

“Neville always has the best floral arrangements,” Hermione sighed as she openly admired the deep purple calla lilies with her fingertips. Despite the sweet aroma of the entire bouquet, she smelled like him dressed as she was in his Oxford, the buttons only done up to the centre of her breasts per his request.

“I beg to differ.”

“Oh?” She arched a brow at his disagreement, then dimpled as he stalked forward to pin her against the dining table.

“I have the best flower,” her eyes dilated as he slid his palm down her torso to loosely cup her bare cunt, “right here.”

She helped him prop her up on the venerated heirloom, the wood burnished over time to a glowing finish that he wanted nothing more than to smear with their euphoria. All other obligations could wait while he fucked her hard enough to send that ridiculous vase toppling to the ground, the sound of it shattering lost in her pleas for more, more, more, a plea he would never hesitate to fulfill, one he would echo right back to her as she kneeled between his knees and took him to the back of her throat. 

Theirs was a new year of rediscovered carnality, though, to be perfectly honest, Draco wasn’t sure he’d ever allowed himself such unfettered want. She did that to him. She made him forget his bad knees as he worshipped her from the ground. She sent him into a breathless spiral of giggles that would have had Pans calling for a Healer; he hadn’t even known he could laugh in such a way. She still infuriated him and drove him to madness as he tore his library apart in search of at least one, single piece of evidence to prove her wrong (she wasn’t wrong) and exact her atonement (that was his role in the end). They raged, they made up with passionate, loud sex, they bickered, they guffawed at their children’s shock and swift delight at their relationship. They spent the rest of their long lives loving one another and creating shockwaves wherever they trod.

But those are other stories, entirely.

Cross-posted on Tumblr & AO3.

Happy New Year! May it bring you love in whatever form your heart most desires, including a self-love that reminds you each and every day of the one-of-a-kind individual that you are. Cherish yourself. Cherish your loved ones. Raise a toast to 2024!

[rosie-love98]

About Severus's Friendship With The Malfoys...:

Would Snape still be friends with them had he lived after the Second Wizarding War? I'm trying to do a fic series where Snape is (magically) brought back to life and reunites with Constance Hardbroom (of the 1998 "Worst Witch") and their long-lost son, Nick Hobbes (of "Weirdsister College") in 2006. Snape and Hardbroom would remarry and have a daughter, Morrigan, in 2009.

With this in mind, how would Constance and Nick view the Malfoys. Constance does think highly of the rich, judging by the Hallows. Yet, it's doubtful that she wouldn't be very thrilled with Lucius or Narcissa (ESPECIALLY when hearing about Cedric Diggory and Charity Burbage). Though I'm not sure how she'd feel about Draco, Astoria and Scorpius. So it's uncertain on whether of not Constance would let Nick or Morrigan anywhere near such a family. No matter how much Severus would try to defend them. Not to mention, Constance would've probably put some blame on Lucius for Severus getting in with the Death-Eaters in the first place.

What also wouldn't help was that, (in my fics), the Rowling Wizards and the Murphy Wizards are of different magical "breeds". The Rowling Wizards are known as the eccentric, powerful and progressive "Imperiums" (or "Barmies") while the Murphy Wizards are the traditional, limited, Muggle-like "Ex-Codices" (or "Killjoys" or even "Faux-blood"). If anything Lucius (and maybe Narcissa) wouldn't think to highly of the "Faux-blood" Constance. The Malfoys would even look down on the wealthy Hallows for it too.

Then there's Nick; knowing him, I doubt he'd be so anamored (if that's the right word) with any of the Malfoys. He didn't even care much for the rich girl, Ethel Hallow. Not even asking her if she can use her wealth/connections to help with his endeavors. With Draco being Ethel's male counterpart, Nick would be annoyed with him, if not more. Then again, since this is post-"Deathly Hallows", Draco would've mellowed out a bit (especially with Astoria and their son). So, maybe Nick would, at least try to get along with Draco and maybe Narcissa. As for Lucius, I can't help but see Nick punch him after an insult too far about Constance, his Ex-Codice upbringing or his friends. Either way, Arthur Weasley would be proud.

Still, what are your thoughts? Would Severus still try to reconcile with the Malfoys? Would Constance and/or Nick stop him? Or would Severus only stay in touch with Draco and Astoria? Would there still be some emotional distance?

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Last Snowflake on the Window (D.m x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Fem! reader 

Summary- Draco makes a huge mistake and he has lost you, forever. 

Warnings- Cursing; angst, pure angst 

Writer’s Note- Loosely based on the song All I Want (For Christmas) by Liam Payne. This angst was required. I know I had not written for Draco for a very long time, so here we have an angsty fic. Again, this is not well written. So, bear with it. The moment I heard this song I wanted to write this into a fic so here it is. Do tell me how this was! I hope y’all like it!!

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A slight smile forms on his lips as he watches the kids play, tossing snowballs at each other. They seem to be having the time of their lives, and suddenly all the memories hit him. He sighs and rises from the chair facing the window. He'd been like this for a week. Everything made him think of her. 

A few weeks ago

It was going to be a beautiful day, but it was ruined when you and Draco started fighting. He was becoming increasingly distant and spending more time with Astoria. You didn't mind at first, but he kept ignoring you and you felt the need to tell him. So you decided to confront him. This only resulted in you both screaming and shouting at each other.

"ALL I ASK OF YOU IS THAT YOU SPEND TIME WITH ME! THAT'S ALL I'M ASKING YOU TO DO," you screamed, choking back tears since you didn't want to appear weak.

"I AM SPENDING TIME WITH YOU. I’M DOING EVERYTHING I CAN." He scoffed, having had enough of your accusations. "Please, Draco, you know exactly what you're doing... you know everything." It feels as though you're losing interest in this relationship." You cried.

"It's not me who's losing interest; it's you, all of you. Why are you so jealous of the fact that I'm spending some time with Astoria? What's the problem with that? I spend the entire day with you, and you don't allow me to see my friends. Get over with it! "

His words pierced through your heart like a dagger. Your only wish was for your boyfriend to spend time with you. Was this too much to ask? This was not the first time this had happened. You set a date for the two of you, just the two of you, last week. You waited so long for him, but he never showed up, and his excuse was that he was studying. You let it slide, but this time he had pushed all the boundaries.

"Draco, I have had enough of this. I do everything that I can, and you just oversee it. You do this to me regularly, and it's not fair... I love you and I respect your boundaries, which I have never crossed, but this-this is too far. I'd like you to spend time with me. " Only the two of us... Tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"You know what?" Enough is enough. Astoria is so much better than you. At the very least, she pays attention to me and does not question the things that I do! "

Those words broke your heart. Was he serious? Were you to blame? All of these thoughts surround you. You were as still as a stone. There were no feelings, only nothingness. You couldn't believe he'd done such a thing. All the promises he made to you were made of lies. All the time you spent together has started to fade away. This was the end. 

"You know what, I'm done," you said, tearfully, as you gazed up at him. "I'm done with you and with everything! Fuck you! " You spat in his face and walked out.

Present Day

All of your memories from your time together flashed before his eyes. The way he wraps his arms around your waist to reassure you. The nights when you and your partner would lie down and stargaze and admire each other in the moonlight. With the moonlight rays hitting your face, you looked stunning. He couldn't believe his eyes that he had found such a wonderful girlfriend like you. The taste of your lips had vanished, as had the butterflies he gets whenever you do something nice for him. He couldn't do anything now because it was too late.

He was supposed to spend Christmas with you and your family. Setting up presents under the Christmas tree, making hot cocoa, dancing around the kitchen, pillow fighting, cuddling, waking up next to each other, and everything else you'd do if you were with him.

He walked over to the refrigerator. Even if it was only for a second, drinking was the only way he could forget about you. He couldn't get rid of the guilt he felt for what he said and did to you. He came across a photograph of you and him while passing by with fire whiskey in his hands. You looked stunning in the emerald green gown. This was your first time meeting each other.

He still remembers the day when he offered to dance with you and the two of you danced the night away. The moment was magical; he felt at home; he felt right for the very first time in his life. He was becoming himself day by day by being with her. She made him complete. She was his home. 

He stands frozen now, tears streaming down his face, the photograph still in his hands. He wants to burn the piece of paper so there is no trace of you. But he couldn't get away with it with you. He recalled every detail about you. The scent of your perfume, the way it brightens a dark place, like his heart. In return, all he ever did was hurt you because you made him feel alive. He makes a mess of everything. He doesn't even need to try; he screws up all the time, especially with the ones he cares about the most.

He places the photograph on his nightstand and walks over to where he had been sitting. It was snowing when he looked out the window. He thought to himself, "She loved snow." They used to build snowballs and fling them at each other, chasing each other across the snow and forming various snowmen forms. Christmas was always the greatest since she was with him and everything felt secure. When he was with her, he used to live his life to the fullest.

He senses a presence behind him and raises his voice. "Mother, what keeps you awake at this hour?" Narcissa was concerned about Draco not showing up for the Malfoys' Christmas dinner. It was disturbing that he never left his house.

"How long will you think about her?" she inquired. "I don't think I'll ever be able to stop thinking about her," Draco said, tearfully. "You must forget and forgive yourself for your actions." "You can be a better person from now on," she says, her voice concerned.

He said to himself, "I can never forgive myself, never." "How can I forget her? She loved Christmas, and everything makes me think of her."I could never mend what I had damaged." As he sipped his whiskey, his voice lowered to a whisper.

Narcissa could never bear seeing her son go through something like this, and she tried all she could to cheer him up and make him forget about you, but she never succeeded. She had given up trying to make him forget about you. It was hard to remove you from anyone's thoughts. She remembers how cheerful you make the environment. When you were around, everything appeared to bloom.

"If you need anything, just call me," she said with a heavy sigh. She kissed him on the cheek and walked out of his room.

Draco stared blankly towards the glass, and all he ever wanted for Christmas was for you to stay with him forever.

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[crookshanksshipsdramione]

a fluffy dramione story told through newspaper articles

find out what this is about

this is Part 1

The Sunday Prophet

Here’s the Real Reason Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger Broke Up & Where They Stand Now

They are one of several "war-heroe" couples to have dated, although the only one that didn’t last.

London (2004). “Too young, too soon” a source summed up the relationship between two of Harry Potter’s best friends Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They split in 2002 after four years together. “They still have a lot of love for one another, and they remain close,” the insider said. “It just wasn’t working.” It is understood by this newspaper that Mr. Weasley grew uneasy about Granger’s ambition and involvement in politics, wishing for a quieter life for himself. A source also told the Daily Prophet at the time that there was “no drama” in Granger and Weasley’s breakup and confirmed that the two ended their relationship on good terms. “There was no drama, they’ve been apart while working. They still care about each other,” the insider said.

The evening Prophet

published on March 26, 2006

On other magic news: Today, following a low-profile filing of legal papers, head of the British Auror Office, Harry J. Potter, 26, and special adviser to the minister on Dark Magic Artefacts, Draco L. Malfoy, 26, were officially named legal guardians of Ted Lupin, 8, after concerns about his grandmother’s health. “It is just a precaution”, Mr. Malfoy’s attorney at Wizarding Law, Theodore W. Nott, assured the Daily Prophet. “Everybody involved wants what’s best for Ted. He will remain in Andromeda’s care at this point but can easily – and legally - move in with Mr. Potter and his family (wife Ginny Weasley and son James Sirius; Editor’s note) should his grandmother’s health decline any further”. The Daily Prophet has learned that Mr. Malfoy, as head of Ted’s extended family, will oversee Ted’s finances from this moment forward until he is of age. While Harry Potter, who was named Ted Lupin’s godfather by his late parents, is the obvious choice for this guardian role, it can only be assumed that Mr. Malfoy, a former death-eater, was chosen because he feels a sense of responsibility for his cousin as it was “his side” who killed little Teddy’s parents at the battle of Hogwarts in May 1998. Mr. Malfoy, whose life makes for a glorious tale of redemption, is married to Astoria and has one infant-son, Scorpius. They have long abandoned the family's residence at Malfoy Manor and reportedly live in a small(er) London town house.

[thelashjedi]

You Look Happy (i’m not)

“You look happy.”

“Of course I do. Wouldn’t do for the Gryffindor Princess of the Golden Trio to express an emotional reaction other than gratitude. Or so I have been told,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain.

They were at the Ministry Yule Ball. Hermione had left the dance floor a moment ago and Draco had been unable to resist the urge to follow her, hoping for a chance to speak to her without her ever-present guard Weasel.

They had both worked for the Ministry over the last eighteen months — separate departments, unfortunately —ever since graduating from Hogwarts after an emotionally exhausting 8th year. They had become something of study partners at school — on their way to becoming friends, he had thought.  

Hoped, really.

But that fell apart after graduation. Her long-distance relationship was no longer long distance and his parents had insisted he settle the betrothal arrangement with the Greengrasses. He wasn’t going to have the life — or witch — he wanted anyway, so he acquiesced. But Draco wasn’t happy. And it looked like he might have some company in that. 

“Sorry, Granger. I thought you were having a good time.”

“And I thought you could tell when I was faking a smile.”

So had he. Maybe he was losing the ability to read her. The ball had been opened by Harry and Ginny and Hermione and Ron dancing across the floor. The young heroes of the ultimately successful resistance — young and in love and a visual representation of a bright future ahead from their future unions — demonstrably putting all that nasty war business behind everyone. At least, that was what it looked like. It was definitely what Shaklebolt intended the people to see.

“I guess we all have our roles to play.”

“Like you and Astoria?”

“Something like that.”

She snorted, her expression falling away into an emotionless stare. “I came into the alcove so I could stop pretending for one bloody moment that I am happy or that I want this — any of it. I don’t want to be anyone’s symbol, full stop. I particularly don’t want to be their symbol to be used as they see fit. Ron’s so awed by the attention he doesn’t even think anything’s wrong — not with him, me — not with us. Just full steam ahead on a wedding I don’t want to a person who doesn’t like any of the things that make me me. Ron likes the idea of me being his wife a lot more than the actual me — not that he seems to realize it, of course.”

Draco’s eyes widened in the darkened alcove where he had found her. She wasn’t holding back — acting as though she had been biting her tongue for months. Which was probably exactly what had been happening.

“I’m sorry, Granger.”

Hermione scoffed. “Of course you are. Everyone’s sorry. No one’s going to do anything different, mind. I fought in and won a bloody war before I even had a chance to finish school and my reward is a scripted life I do not want. For the bloody greater good,” she said bitterly.

Draco swallowed roughly. That sounded so much like his father. “It’s for the good of the family, Draco,” he had sneered, when Draco asked why an arranged marriage was still necessary, even after the war was over.

“It would have been nice if either of us had been consulted about the trajectory of our lives, I suppose,” he said with a wry smile.

“Exactly! You get it.” She became pensive again, chewing her bottom lip as she thought. She cocked her head to her side as she looked at him. “What would you do if you could do whatever you wanted right now? Truly — whatever you wanted.  No rules, no fear of the consequences, anything is possible.”

Time seemed to slow. Radical honesty wasn’t exactly Draco’s forte. But maybe it was time for him to try on some bravery. It wasn’t as though he had much to lose that he actually cared about.

“I’d leave this party for starters. Hopefully with the witch I actually wanted. Maybe run away and marry her before I’m forced to marry anyone else.”

“Even if you got disinherited for it?”

“Oh, fuck the Malfoy vaults. If I had her, none of that would matter.”

Hermione looked at him assessing, her trembling hands the only indicator of how affected she had been by his words. “I think I would do the same. With the wizard I actually want to be with.”

“You know, Theo has a flat in Paris. It’s a nice spot to elope to…” his voice trailed off as he looked at her — hoping against hope that he wasn’t wrong.

Hermione took a step closer. “And New Year’s Eve is just around the corner. That’s a good day for a wedding anniversary.”

Draco moved closer to her in turn. “It is. Want to get out of here, Granger?”

He had been wrong, as it happened.

She hadn’t been happy before.

Because now she practically glowed with how happy she looked, as she smiled up at him. He could see the difference.

“Draco, I thought you’d never ask.”

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“For the love of Salazar, my bloody eyes!”

“Calm down, Theo.”

“You calm down! No one should be subjected to that much pale naked arse — especially without warning! I could have been blinded. Who do you have under there anyway? I know it’s not Astoria because your parents and the Greengrasses are looking for you. It’s not a particularly friendly search, by the way. Head’s up.”

“Hello Theo” came a timid voice from underneath a pile of bedding. “Thank you for letting us use your flat.”

Theo snorted. “Let might not be the right word.” He paused, recognizing that voice. “Is that Hermione Granger?” Theo turned his eyes on Draco, shocked. “Did you shag Granger?”

“Malfoy.” Draco said through gritted teeth.

Theo rolled his eyes. “Yes Draco, we’ve known each other since nappies. I know your name. Did you get hit with an oblivate? Because your parents might accept that as an excuse.”

“Not my name you prat — hers.  This is Hermione Malfoy.”

The pile of expensive linens spoke again.  “It’s Granger-Malfoy, actually.”