Hermione: Harry, will you ever learn to enter the dormitory without making any noise?
Harry: Sorry, Hermione, did I receive a Marauder's Map that says "open doors stealthily"?
Hermione: No, but surely that skill should come with the title of "The Chosen One," don't you think?
Harry: Of course, because defeating Lord Voldemort is not enough, I also have to be an expert in sneaking through doors.
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Snippet from my WIP TAKE NO PRISONERS
(A post-Hogwarts Bodyguard AU feat Auror Malfoy and Minister Granger)
‘I didn’t know Macmillan played for the other team.’
Draco positioned himself next to Nott who was shamelessly staring across the salon, his eyes fixed on the blonde, burly man clad in ostentatiously expensive purple robes amid a throng of Sacred Twenty-Eighters.
‘Don’t be so frightfully conservative. Nobody cares about that sort of thing anymore,’ Nott said.
‘Wasn’t he married?’
‘The operative word being “was”. He was married. And anyway. People can swing both ways, can’t they?’
Draco nipped at his champagne, watching Macmillan move from one boring group of rich pure-bloods to the next, shaking hands here and there.
‘Aren’t you forgetting something rather important?’ he said.
‘And what would that be?’
‘That she died. He’s a widower.’
‘Oh. That,’ Nott returned as though that was an utterly inconsequential piece of information. ‘It’s been a whole year since, hasn’t it?’
‘Another man might say, it’s been just a year, considering—’
‘Pish,’ Theo said and continued his shameless staring.
Draco did the same, though considerably less conspicuously.
He noted that, although Macmillan was outwardly invested in making small talk—he seemed to be a keen conversationalist—, the way he gripped his Champagne coupe and frequently glanced around the room told quite another story.
‘Doesn’t this seem a tad… inappropriate to you?’ Draco asked.
Nott pulled his gaze from Macmillan to face Draco.
‘Are you joking?’ He lifted an eyebrow.
‘Why on earth would you say that?’
‘Well, you must be,’ Nott said, ‘because I’ve never heard you say anything quite so ridiculous.’
Draco snorted.
Nott eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then directed his attention back to Macmillan.
‘That bloody job is getting to you. I knew it was a bad idea to spend all that time around Potter.’
Draco who thought that, rather than Potter, Granger ought to be blamed for the advent of any or all scruples, chuckled, which resulted in another odd look by Nott.
‘Something IS the matter with you,’ he said. ‘What is it, Malfoy?’
‘Nothing,’ Draco answered before having even pondered the question.
‘What’s what with Malfoy?’ a female voice said.
Pansy had appeared on Nott’s other side, a coupe in one hand, a bottle of champagne in the other.
‘Nott’s about to make an absolute tit out of himself,’ Draco said as Pansy topped up their glasses. ‘I’m doing my best to prevent the worst.’
‘Doesn’t Nott always make an absolute tit out of himself?’ Pansy said.
‘Ha!’ Theo said.
‘Can’t argue with that,’ Draco said, smirking.
‘In that case,’ Theo continued, his chipper attitude once more restored, ‘What’s your opinion on Macmillan’s…. preference, Pansy?’
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How to Become Minister (6/?)
(Explicit, ~34k words) by Serenergen.
Summary: Post-war wizarding Britain is struggling and the population is dwindling. It’s 2009 and Hermione Granger is on the fast track to becoming the youngest Minister of Magic. But power in magical Britain is precarious. In a second, Hermione's world comes crashing down. A marriage law is invoked. Hermione must pioneer it or risk everything she has worked for.
One way or another, she would be Minister. She just didn't expect to be doing it with Draco Malfoy at her side.
OR
If no one would let her be Minister, she was going to take it. And Draco Malfoy was going to help her do it.
Start at the beginning…
Continue reading (chapter 5)…
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“That’s so sweet”
As a 30 something yr old divorcee with 2 young children, Hermione didn’t think anyone would want to date her. Being the newly appointed and youngest Minister of Magic only made her much more intimidating and unapproachable.
But yet, here he was.
“Granger!” He greets her with a kiss on the cheek, 3 children in tow. The kids follow suit, and all take turns placing a kiss on her cheek.
She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the 4 of them, all holding hands.
“Hello to all of you too!”
“Mummy, is it okay if Mr. Draco takes us to the park?” Her oldest, Rose, asks.
“Only if it’s okay with Mr. Draco.” She turns to look up at the man, a broad grin forming on her face.
A cough came from the youngest Malfoy.
“Uh, Ms. Minister of Magic. We got this for you.” He lets go of Hugo’s hand and shyly holds out a single daisy.
Flashing him a grin, she takes the daisy from the six year old. “Thank you Scorpius. That’s so sweet! You know you can always call me Hermione.”
She takes an empty jar of ink on her desk and transfigures it into a small vase for her daisy.
Smiling at how well received his gift was to her, he nods his head, “okay Ms. Magic.”
As she tries to contain her giggling, she can see Draco trying to bite down his own grin.
“We’ll leave you to it, love. I’ll have them back by 4pm.” Similar to how they entered, they all took turns giving her kiss on the cheek before heading out.
She watches the four of them leaving her office, resembling baby ducklings following their mama duck.
Smiling, she thinks to herself, I can get used to this.
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Happy Birthday, Mr Minister for Magic
A chance meeting, a job interview, and a breathtakingly expensive dress... Hermione catches a wealthy politician's eye and gains more than she bargained for when she is promoted to the prestigious position of private secretary for the Minister for Magic.
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The first chapter of a short Tomione story, available to read now on AO3:
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Day 14 prompt: Climax
Title: Across the Room
Characters/Ship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Rating: G
C/W: None
“It is my honour and pleasure to introduce our new Minister of Magic, Mrs. Hermione Granger.” The noise exploded with Kingsley Shacklebolt’s words and Hermione beamed at those gathered to celebrate.
But as the joyous cheers climaxed, she only had eyes for one table and one man, his silver eyes flashing with pride.
@microficmay
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Happy Birthday
It's Hermione Granger's birthday today! Happy 44th to she who was instrumental in the downfall you You-Know-Who. The Golden Trio would've fallen to pieces without her (honestly, without any of them, the trio would've collapsed--as seen in the Horcrux hunt in 1997.)
Now, lets pretend that The-Play-That-Must-Not-Be-Named doesn't exist, and Professor Granger is contentedly campaigning for elf--and other magical species--rights while grading essays in her Hogwarts classroom.
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