Trailblazing & Stargazing. A Dramione Story Of Women Empowering Women, Love, And Growth. Chapter 9 Is

Fics I loved - part 1

This series was my introduction to fan fiction. I had just finished the umpteenth re-read of the Harry Potter books and I thought I wanted to know more about Hermione. Google brought me to this series and I was immediately in love. The series is not yet complete, book 5, Hermione Granger and the Order of the Phoenix, was published a few days ago. If you love Hermione, go read this series.

Trailblazing & Stargazing Chapter 11

Letters from the past

This was supposed to be a drabble. Just enough for an Instagram post. As it turns out, I am incapable of keeping things short. My take on the secret child prompt. Keep tissues ready because it hurts. @dhrmonth

P.S. I've edited the story on AO3. Why do I insist on posting at night, when I'm dead on my feet and couldn't spot a typo if it slapped me in the face?

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 14

A while later there was a knock on the door, Eniiyi came through “Mr Malfoy is here, would you like me to let him through?” Hermione nodded in response and Eniiyi, before walking away said “I’ll start heading down for the hearing if you don’t need anything else.”

“I’m fine Eniiyi, go right ahead, I’ll see you later.” Replied Hermione. Eniiyi left and Malfoy came through the door, shutting it behind his back.

“Good morning, Granger. Are you not coming to the hearing?” He asked.

“No, Eniiyi will be there to imply my support without overshadowing Cho’s great work. I’d like to hear your thoughts about it though, I’ll review Eniiyi’s memory when she gets back. Perhaps, you could write a short recap later tonight?”

“Very well, I’ll owl you later.” He nodded and turned around to leave but, before he opened the door, Hermione said

“Did you know Parkinson has a muggle phone?”

He looked at her with a brow raised high. “Parkinson has a muggle what now?”

She huffed. “A phone, Malfoy! It’s a clever bit of technology, much better communication method than floo calls and owl post. You should ask her to help you get one yourself.”

Malfoy shrugged, muttering something under his breath, and left. Hermione got back to work, putting aside all thoughts of what was going on in the Wizengamot chambers. She focused on reading through all the notes she had from the various departments.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 15

Hermione was thoroughly exhausted after a very long work day and hoped to be able to go home soon, but the education reform was too important, she had to see this through.

When she stepped out of the floo at Malfoy House, still wearing her work outfit, she was surprised to see Malfoy waiting for her and not Carson.

“Hello, Granger.” He said with his trademark smirk. “Are you done saving the Wizarding World for today?”

He was wearing a black suit with a crisp white Oxford shirt and a dark green tie. Hermione felt extremely self-conscious, she had come here straight from the Ministry and looked a mess.

“Honestly, Malfoy. I’m haggard, I could do without further bullying from you. I read your memo, I visited Eniiyi’s memory of the hearing, I really don’t need to be here unless you’re going to be civil.” She chided, taking her discomfort out on him.

“Calm down, Granger. I was just joking, not bullying.” He replied, raising his hands in surrender.

“Do. Not. Tell. Me. To. Calm. Down. Ever.” She growled.

“Fine, fine. I’m sorry. Let’s get some food into you, before you bite my head off.” He took her arm and lead her towards the dining room. "You look llovely, by the way. Green looks good on you"

She huffed but went along with him. Mostly because she was hungry and her fridge was empty, and she did like this outfit very much and she was glad someone had noticed it, even though she was aware that she looked anything but lovely and he was just being nice.

The things nobody says

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55230319/chapters/140089885

This story is a work in progress. I'm not really sure when I'll update it because it's... very personal. Writing it is cathartic but at the same time gut wrenching. I will finish it at some point, hopefully by the end of the year. 

Hermione Ganger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 9

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55013782/chapters/142097590

After talking to Hermione and seemingly getting her to talk to him again, Draco returned to his rooms. They were not very different from Hermione’s but his sofa was black leather and the rest of his furniture was black too. He didn’t even like black, but this had been Snape’s flat and he didn’t want to change it. His Godfather was never an affectionate man but he had always been kind to Draco and he missed him.

He had not understood a word of what Hermione had said, but he was pretty sure that that fucking book was at least part of the reason she had been avoiding him. Muggles were probably writing stories depicting him even worse than he felt about himself. He took out his pensieve and revisited the memory.

Not that using his pensieve with memories of his evenings with Hermione was new. He did that almost every day, trying to figure out what he did right or wrong depending on her reactions. He had been fancying her since that very first day when they had found out about the whole Harry Potter books fiasco. He told himself he shouldn’t fancy her, because she could be nice and friendly to him, but surely, she could never forget how he’d treated her, how she had been tortured in his own drawing room as he looked helplessly at her. But sometimes he felt like, maybe, she wanted him too. The mixed signals drove him crazy. He had tried, really really hard, to avoid wanking to thoughts of her, but that battle had been lost long ago. Her lips, her hands, he legs, all of her, now haunted his dreams.

After the fourth time he had revisited the memory he thought he had everything down. He had to find this internet, wherever it may be, and look for this AO3… webshite? No, websight. Yes, definitely websight. Or wherever the fan fiction was kept. It all sounded like gibberish to him. Oh, and Dramione, that weird word on the cover of that blasted book. That seemed important too. He needed help from someone who would know about such things. A muggle born, he would ask a muggle born student. Who could he trust?

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

When the Wizarding World found out about the Harry Potter Saga, and Hermione Granger discovered smutty fan-fiction.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 22

Hermione stirred as the light of the rising sun grew stronger. She felt a warm arm around her waist and someone’s breath coming from somewhere entirely too close to her lips. It took her brain a few seconds to remember where she was, and with whom. Bloody hell. She’d spent the night on a godforsaken beach in Cornwall snogging Draco Malfoy! She kept her eyes closed, she needed to think. 

Was this a good thing? What would Ron and the kids say about this? Rose was dating Scorpius! That would be awkward, wouldn’t it? And what would the Wizarding World think of this? Oh shit! She was the Minister of Magic and he was a member of the Wizengamot. There weren’t any laws against it but surely people would have things to say. Not that she hadn’t wanted it. She had come here willingly and had enjoyed it very much. Part of her actually wished they had even gone beyond snogging. But… they were on a beach! Anyone could have seen them!

As she lost control over her spiraling thoughts, she felt him stir as he too woke up. She closed her eyes even tighter.

“Good morning, Hermione.” He whispered. Then, his eyes focused on her scrunched-up face and he said. “I was awakened by the sound of your brain thinking too many thoughts at the same time.” He kissed her forehead.

“Good morning, Draco.” She said, eventually opening her eyes. “It’s just… I realized that coming here wasn’t perhaps the smartest idea.” She saw his face morphing into a frown and immediately clarified. “Not that I regret this. I like spending time with you and this was… nice. But we shouldn’t have slept here, in the open. Anybody could have seen us.”

“I’m sorry. You are right, I should have apparated us back home. I didn’t think of the possible consequences. Hopefully, nobody saw us. I suppose you wouldn’t want to let the world know about this.” He pushed down with his hands to sit up, his eyes sad and downcast. She sat up with him and placed a hand on his cheek.

“I am not ashamed of this, Draco. But we haven’t even really started dating, and I only recently finalized my divorce. I would just like to come out with this on our own terms, not the Prophet’s.” She leaned towards him, pulled his face down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Can we start dating today? I’d like to apparate us to my house. There we can have breakfast, get changed and spend the rest of Sunday doing whatever you like.” His eyes were bright now, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“If you promise that Carson won’t poison me.” She teased.

The things nobody says - chapter 4

When Olivia reached her parents’ home she was relieved. She wouldn’t be alone anymore, she’d have help. Her parents welcomed her babies with open arms and took them from the car into the house. Olivia took the luggage to her bedroom as her parents cooed over the babies. They had hardly said hello to her, but she guessed it should be expected. They were very excited about becoming grandparents.

She sat on her childhood bed staring at the wall. A yellowed Leonardo DiCaprio poster was still pinned above her desk, the corners curling around the pins. Below it, hung framed pictures of her with her friends throughout their teens. The last picture had been taken at the beach on her last summer at home before leaving for university. She was wearing a lime green bikini that stood out against her tanned skin, her arms and legs were toned and her stomach was flat, her abdominal muscles taut.

She looked down at herself now and sighed. She was wearing black yoga pants that were slightly tearing at the inner seams, her drool stained grey hoodie was large enough to cover her now sagging stomach and breasts. She needed to feed the girls before she started leaking, again. She thought. She went to the living room where her parents were still making funny faces at the twins. It was a sight to behold. Her very prim and proper parents were kneeling down, on the living room carpet, speaking nonsense in high pitched voices at the twins who were sitting in two identical bouncers she had not seen before. Her parents had probably gone on a shopping spree and wasted a shitload of money on mostly useless stuff. She remembered, then, that she had left the breastfeeding cushion in the car, she went out to get it. Nobody had noticed her coming in the room and nobody noticed her leaving it. She came back, sat on the sofa wrapping the cushion around her waist and called her parents, who still hadn’t seen her.