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New chapter of my sporty Dramione WIP Blokes Warm the Benches!

Summary: Fed up with life passing her by, Hermione decides to conquer her fears head-on and join the Ministry's recreational Quidditch league. She anticipated the misogyny, the bigotry, and the added stress on her body as she perseveres despite pressure to quit. What she didn’t expect was to spend her evenings tangled up with her annoyingly fit trainer, who just so happens to be injured Seeker for the Montrose Magpies.

OR

Hermione smashes more than just the patriarchy as Sunday league's newest Seeker.

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Strong arms pulled her into his lap, nose buried in her hair right behind her ear. “Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to shut everything off for a bit?” Like a velvet caress, his voice coaxed her from the slump she found herself falling into.

“Off.” It wasn’t a difficult choice.

She felt his lips curve upwards. “Last question, then I’ll take over.”

God, that sounded so nice. She threaded their fingers together and attempted to banish her useless overthinking.

“Would you prefer something innocent like a game of chess, or a bit naughtier?”

“The second one.” She didn’t think twice.

-Blokes Warm the Benches, chapter 9

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You should get an AO3 account

With the rise of AI and the well known epidemic of AI companies scraping Ao3 for training data most authors on Ao3 have locked down their fics to logged in users only. This is unfortunate for authors and readers. As an author I've noticed a steep drop in readership on fics restricted to logged in users and when recommending fics to my friends I've noticed that the folks without an account can't find the fics. The logged in users only toggle, not only keeps people without an account from reading a fic, but also from seeing its listing at all. More than 50% of fics I come across have this setting turned on. So, you should get an AO3 account. I know this seems daunting and unfair because it's an invite only system but, you can invite yourself through the homepage if you don't already have one, and in the past few years I've never heard of someone who requested an invitation through this method, not getting one. And for those of you who are hesitant because you don't write, that's okay. It's not weird at all to click on a commenter username and find that they have 0 works and 10,000 bookmarks. It might take a week for the invitation to actually show up, but I can almost guarantee you will get one, just keep an eye on your email. It's free to join and donations are optional. You'll have more to read if you have an account and maybe give your favorite author the chance to protect their work from AI without a loss of readership and feedback.

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Calling All Writers and Artists, The Dramione Music Fest is now Open! Entries due Sept 1st!

The Musical Mandrakes are proud to present our first ever Dramione Music Fest!

This event will be held on AO3 and will be open for sign ups from today to August 15. All writing and artwork entries will be due September 1.

Results will be announced on September 15.

Our theme is Dramione Playlist.

To view prompts please visit our AO3 collection.

For writers, please note that each prompt has a maximum of two written entries and only one entry is permitted per person. These tend to fill up quickly, so claim a prompt as as soon as you can

Whether you are writing or creating art, choose a song and be inspired

For complete rules and guidelines, please read: Dramione Music 2025 Guidelines

For updates, join our discord group, The (Writing) Room of Requirements, or add u/adk8rr on discord to join.

Wishing you all the best of luck!

- Musical Mandrakes

ada.kiara, MJade, Wanderess_Wonder, withallspeed

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Draco Malfoy's worst nightmare comes true on Christmas Eve when Hermione Granger is brought to Malfoy Manor and tortured until he snaps. A bit of an angsty Christmas-in-July piece; please mind the warning/tags.

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A quiet moment alone.

They are entirely too hot and too rich for me.

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Teaser for Blokes Warm the Benches, my sporty E-rated Dramione WIP (chapter 8 coming soon)

Ten minutes later she was cursing under her breath as her arms wobbled. The plank was a special sort of evil, especially after a run. Exceptionally maddening after lunges and squats and high knees.

“Hold it for sixty more seconds,” he urged, “then we’re done.”

She shook her head, a wail tearing from her throat. “I can’t!” Her elbows were starting to buckle, her abdominal muscles cramping, her back begging for relief.

Then suddenly she felt the brush of fabric beneath her and the gentle press of his skin on the front of her exposed shins.

“What the hell are you doing?” she said between gritted teeth.

His boyish smile was suddenly right in her face as he popped up beneath her, viewing her red face from an extremely unflattering angle. “Inspiring you. Lift up a bit, you’re hardly giving me any room.”

She swore loudly but adjusted her arms to accommodate his much larger body beneath her, beads of sweat dripping down her neck.

“Forty more seconds. Please don’t collapse on me. I’ll never let you live it down.”

It was a lie. Never would he shame her, she knew it in her bones. This was merely one more tactic to push her.

“That’s a girl,” he beamed. “My strong, vengeful beauty.”

Her eyes would have rolled if she weren’t so bloody exhausted. The strain in her core was approaching the point of agony, and just as she was about to quite possibly knee him in the groin, he slunk out from underneath her with effortless grace.

“Time.” He glanced at his watch. “You actually did more than sixty seconds.”

A frustrated growl clued him in to just how she felt about that little bit of trickery. Her long shirt clung to her clammy skin. After a few panting breaths, she couldn’t bear it any longer.

Making up her mind, she rose clumsily to her feet. They felt like lead, while her head felt filled with cotton.

“You don’t want to rest for a minute?” he asked suspiciously.

Ignoring him, she took off down the sandy path to the beach. His footsteps were close behind as he called after her. Scanning both ways, she was relieved to see no one in close proximity. Given the brisk March weather, it was still an odd time of year to be out on the beach except for the rare dog walker.

Once she reached the shoreline, she lifted her arms to yank off her top while simultaneously toeing off her shoes.

Grey eyes widened comically. “Granger, what in the blazes–”

Though it took some effort, she pulled off her socks and stuffed them inside her trainers, leaving her standing in only her sports bra and leggings. “Too chicken for a dip in the sea, Malfoy?”

Her toes touched the cold water and she feigned indifference. Another step, backwards this time, taunting him. A shallow wave crested her ankles, then her shins, soaking the fabric. He froze, watching her like she was a fairy nymph. The wind rustled his hair and she felt equally as captivated by the sight of Draco Malfoy on a deserted beach, eyes trained on her.

Summary:

Fed up with life passing her by, Hermione decides to conquer her fears head-on and join the Ministry's recreational Quidditch league. She anticipated the misogyny, the bigotry, and the added stress on her body as she perseveres despite pressure to quit. What she didn’t expect was to spend her evenings after work with her annoyingly fit trainer, who just so happens to be injured Reserve Seeker for the Montrose Magpies. OR Hermione smashes more than just the patriarchy as Sunday league's newest Seeker.

Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65367796

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If I’m worth anything later, I’m worth something now.

Vincent Van Gogh

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Reading my own fanfiction is basically just a rollercoaster of emotional whiplash.

20% of the time: “Hold on. I wrote this? This is fire. This is emotionally devastating in the best way. This scene is dripping with tension. I’m a literary perfectionist. Someone give me a book deal.”

80% of the time: “Straight to jail. Immediate prison. Why is everyone’s breath hitching?. I used the word ‘gaze’ three times in one paragraph like I was possessed. Did I think 'his eyes darkened' was profound? Why is everyone clenching their jaws? Why is someone whispering 'their name like a prayer' again?? No one talks like this. What is this dialogue. Why are there so many weird metaphors and em-dashes…”

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Coming Tuesday: a Christmas-in-July Dramione oneshot of the infamous Malfoy Manor torture scene. It's written as an AU of chapter 19 of Harmonia (part two of the Harmonia Nectere Passus duology) but can be a standalone one-shot if you don't have it in you to read 284k words. It's the darkest story I've ever written but if you know anything about me, it's that I'm incapable of leaving off the HEA.

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I ain't a wimp when I get writers block I STRESS ABOUT IT FOR A WEEK STRAIGHT, and not to ChatGPT like a coward. I face writers block like a man, laying in bed hours crying.

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Nectere by violetnare - E, 30 chapters, Words: 156,688 - He had a mission and could not fail. A chance encounter with a heartbroken Gryffindor on an autumn evening fractures his resolve. A Sixth Year tale. Nectere: I bind, tie, fasten, connect, interweave, attach; unite; relate.

Harmonia by violetnare - E, 30 chapters, Words:126,576  - Presumed dead and desperately in love with Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy joins the trio as they go on the run in the fight to save the Wizarding World. A Deathly Hallows tale. Harmonia: harmony and order; agreement; accord.

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Blokes Warm the Benches excerpt, my Dramione WIP with only three chapters to go!