Of Drought And Downpour - Chapter One

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New wip 'The things nobody says'

Original work about the hard things in pregnancy and motherhood nobody tells you beforehand.

Someone knocks at Professor Granger's door. She puts her phone on her nightstand and walks to the door.

H. "Malfoy. What are you doing here?"

D. "I came to redeem myself by warming your frozen arse."

H. "Malfoy, skipping chaperoning duty is not the way to my knickers."

D. "Ha. But there is a way to your knickers!"

Hermione rolls her eyes and slams the door on his face. He's still smirking. Smug prat.

A few moments later her phone chimes again.

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 Granger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 12 - The Actual Epilogue 2019

Hermione stepped through the floo at 12 Grimmauld place and found herself in the midst of what seemed like a hurricane. Two trunks were piled in a corner, two identical owls hooted in their cages. Shouts came from somewhere on the upper floor. Hermione stepped away from the fireplace as the green flames spat out another trunk that she proceeded to levitate next to the other two. The flames lit up again and her daughter came out holding her black cat familiar, soon followed by her husband who was holding the carrier.

“Alya, put Pugsley in the carrier, please. Draco, get out of the way from the floo, I’m sure Ron will be coming through soon enough.”

Alya Granger-Malfoy, a wisp of an 11-year-old girl who had inherited her mother’s wit and her father’s smirk, nuzzled against her familiar’s soft, black fur before placing him in the carrier that her father was holding for her. Then, platinum curls bouncing, she ran upstairs to meet her cousins. Well, they weren’t cousins, really, but they might as well be since they had grown up together.

“Hello Auntie Ginny!” she shouted, already halfway up the stairs.

“Hi Alya, tell my kids to hurry up, will you? Godric knows I’ve yelled enough for today!” She entered the kitchen. “Hi Hermione! Hey there, ferret! Ready to be finally rid of your kid?”

“Hi Ginny! We won’t really be getting rid of her, though. We will be teaching her classes!” Said Hermione, quickly hugging her friend.

“Hey Weaslette! I can’t believe my precious little Wednesday is leaving the nest! I’m not sure how I’ll survive without our goodnight snuggles. I hope she’s sorted in Slytherin, I’ll just have to go read her a story in her dorm.” Draco said mournfully.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! You will do no such thing!” Glared Hermione. “She will enjoy her years in Hogwarts like any other student and you will not smother her, or else! And, anyway, she will be a Gryffindor.”

The floo came alive and Ron came through, soon followed by Remus, his 14-year-old son who looked exactly like him at that age, two trunks and then Hyacinth, his 11-year-old daughter, and Hannah Weasley, née Abbott, his wife. Hyacinth was tall for her age and had Weasley hair but her features were softer and she looked very much like her mother, with dreamy brown eyes.

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter four

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/148002913

“Daph! You’re back!” Screeched Ginny as she sat down at their table at the Green Viper. “Tell us everything!”

“Well, my work there was done. Fredrik was absolutely wonderful, I honestly thought of staying, but I don’t think he was The One. I considered a few things and I decided to come back. My life is here. I missed my troublesome friends! And I see we have a new member!”

“We missed you too!” replied the others.

Luna introduced Willow, who had since become a well integrated member of the group. Daphne listened to her in awe as she told a few of her adventures on the hellmouth.

“I dated a werewolf, before I became a witch. My best friend dated two vampires. Not at the same time, obviously.” She told her very attentive audience.

“We had a werewolf teacher, he was the best.” Said Hermione. “But vampires? Aren’t they soulless beings?”

“Angel, the first one, was all handsome and broody and had been cursed with a soul because he was a real baddie. He was a puppy with Buffy though, still broody but with googly eyes. That is until he lost his soul because they had sex.” She shrugged “With Spike, we called him captain peroxide because of his bleached platinum hair, it was a perfect enemies to lovers story. They hated each other, then, when Buffy came back from the dead, they began fucking like rabbits and he went out and got himself a soul just to be worthy of her.” She sighed. “Oh, and my other best friend dated a one-thousand-year-old vengeance demon who had come to Sunnydale to kill him.”

“And I though Hogwarts was a dangerous place.” Said Daphne in shock. The others chuckled.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 18

The following morning, Hermione woke up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her parents. She was not a great cook but she could make French toast, she made three and placed them under stasis charms so that they would still be warm when her parents came down. Wendell was the first to arrive.

“G-Goodmorning…” He paused as if he was trying to remember something. “Hermione! I smell something d-d-delicious.” He said.

“I made French toast for breakfast. With lots of cinnamon, just how you like it.”

“Thank you, d-d-dear. Would you mind helping your mum down the stairs? The s-stumbling is always worse in the m-morning.”

Trailblazing and Stargazing - Chapter 23

‘Minister of Magic turns Death-eater whore’

‘Hermione Granger gets down and dirty on the beach’

‘From Weasley to Malfoy, Granger plows through the pureblood families of Britain’

Hermione Granger and the Dramione shippers - chapter 10

Breakfast in the Great Hall

If ever there was a Guinness world record for brightest blush, Hermione was sure she would win it. She felt her cheeks reach the temperature of Mount Vesuvius’ Pyroclastic cloud that burned Herculaneum.

“How?” She asked in a whisper, to avoid drawing attention from the few students still lingering in the Great Hall. She was, pointedly, not looking at him.

“It appears, we are both curious, Granger. I think I should smirk now. I heard it does something to your insides.” And he did, in fact, smirk. But her insides were too twisted to react to it. “Anyway, you gave me enough information, so I went on a quick trip to Hastings, yesterday. By the way, sorry for standing you up. Did you have a good time with Pomona?”

Hermione nodded slightly.

“Good. Perhaps we could start a new… what’s it called? Ah, yes, ship. Would it be Pomione or Hermona? Although, I must say, I’m pretty fond of Dramione. I’ve read some… rather creative things.”

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 39

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/152555209