Of Drought And Downpour - Chapter Two

Trailblazing & stargazing. A dramione story of women empowering women, love, and growth. Chapter 9 is now online.

Part 5 - to be continued

Hermione’s day began with the slytherin first years. Matilda Flint walked straight towards her as soon as she stepped inside the classroom. “Professor Granger, I’m sorry about last week. I dodn’t mean anythig about the ring. I was confused.”

“It’s alright, Miss Flint. Just focus on your studies, rather than your Professors’ private lives.”

Her classmates were getting nervous, trying to stop Matilda from saying something she shouldn’t. Hermione was torn between exploiting the situation or protecting her students. She obviously chose the latter. She shooed Flint back to her seat putting her classmates out of their misery.

Her second period was free, but she refused to look at her phone. Third period she had 7th year Slytherins and Gryffindors. She was sure that Alicia Avery had a crush on Draco, she was the main reason why Draco had asked her to fake date him.

Avery didn’t disappoint. She walked through the door talking loudly to Belinda Bott (heir to the Bertie Bott’s fortune). “I saw him go out last night, he was so handsome with the green blazer. I’m sure he’s the perfect boyfriend, generous, smart. A proper gentleman.” She ended with a sigh. Bott continued. “And he is so in love with her! I hope she realizes how lucky she is.” More sighs followed. “I wonder if they kissed.”

Draco had written to her as soon as he’d opened his eyes. But she hadn’t read his message. He’d managed to get hold of Avery, she was the only one he could trust with this. He needed her to remind Hermione about their kiss. He wished he could speak openly to her and declare his feelings. But he was afraid she would run if he did. After class, Avery  and Bott came to update him. “Professor, we did as we had agreed. I think she’s just about ready to crack.” “Great job, ladies. Time for phase 4. Unleash the badgers.”

With a nod, Avery and Bott left Draco’s office and head towards the Great Hall. Before heading to the Slytherin table they stopped  to speak with the  Hufflepuff prefects.

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.

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 3 - Harry Payer crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer inspired by the song 'It's Raining Men'

The Troublesome Seven kept living their life. They went to work, met for coffee or drinks, went out clubbing. They had no idea when the rain would start but they were confident that when it did, they would be ready.

Daphne was the first to see the effects of the spell. She was at work, kneeling in front of a low cabinet looking for a jar of dittany leaves. She would normally use her wand and accio whatever it was she needed but for some reason she didn’t really know, she had decided to go about it the muggle way. A tall, handsome, blond-haired wizard with striking blue eyes, didn’t see her and stumbled. He was able to catch himself and not crush her but they ended up sprawled on the floor. Daphne was left breathless for a moment as she lost herself in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Miss. I didn’t see you.” He offered his hand to help her up. He had a hint of foreign accent but she couldn’t quite place it.

“Oh, it’s nothing really. I don’t even know why I didn’t use my wand. I’m Daphne Greengrass, Head Potioneer, how can I help you?” She tried to sound her normal confident self but she could hear her voice shaking slightly.

“I’m Fredrik Nilsen. Lovely to meet you, Miss Greengrass. I have an appointment with Mr Boots.” He held her hand longer than would be considered proper but she had no intention of letting go. Mr Boots’ booming voice woke them from their reverie.

“Mr Nilsen! I see you’ve met the woman responsible for some of our best advancements with contraceptive potions! Ms Greengrass, join Mr Nilsen and me in my office. I have some grand plans!”

@dhrmonth week 2 - romance tropes - day 14 - free day

A soul bond one shot. Hermione takes us through memory lane as she remembers her life.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 25

On Monday morning, Hermione woke up in the arms of Draco Malfoy, for the second time in as many days. In the faint light that came from the streetlamp outside, she looked at his face. His features were relaxed, his lips slightly parted, his cupid bow was deliciously tempting. She decided to get up, not wanting to mess up her routine. And definitely needing to clear her head. She slithered out of the bed, making sure not to wake him, and headed to the living room closing the bedroom door behind her. She put on her yoga clothes and began her sun salutations.

She was halfway through her practice when Draco rushed out of her bedroom, stark naked, wand in hand and with a slightly panicked look, only to find her stretching her back and legs in downward dog. He took a deep breath and his posture relaxed.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what on earth are you doing with your arse in the air at 5AM?” He asked, tilting his head sideways looking at her with a raised brow and the hint of a smirk.

“It’s my yoga routine. I do this every morning. Helps me focus and keeps my muscles strong and flexible.” She explained, still upside down.

“If I may, I might have a suggestion to improve this routine. Flexibility and all.” He grinned as he approached her.

“You may not!” She said as she transitioned into warrior one pose. “Since you are up, you can start making breakfast.” She blew him a kiss and he huffed in protest as he went back into her room to get dressed, A few minutes later he walked by her, heading towards the kitchen.

When she was done with her routine, Hermione went into the kitchen where Draco was waiting for her. He kissed her the moment she was through the door.

“Good morning to you too.” She chuckled when they broke the kiss.

The table was set for breakfast with two steaming cups of tea, warm and buttery pain au chocolat in a small woven basket with an embroidered napkin, creamy scrambled eggs and crisp stir-fried vegetables in fine bone-china plates with gilded rim, foamy cappuccinos in cups that matched the plates, a fresh flower arrangement in a tall crystal vase.

Hermione looked at him sideways. “I’m pretty sure none of this came from my pantry.” She said.

“Granger, your pantry was a post-atomic wasteland. I had Carson bring provisions. Enjoy a decent breakfast for once. You’re welcome.” He scoffed but still pulled out the chair for her.

Sleep is overrated

Sometimes I consider getting a good night's sleep and then I'm like....

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 20

The month of February was a whirlwind. The Grangers had moved back into their home in Hampstead Garden Suburb, the reform was brought to the Wizengamot for a third time and, as expected, rejected. It would, hopefully, be approved in the second week of March. The Werewolf Integration Act had caused quite a stir and the Ministry had, again, received several howlers.

Her life had been, overall, hectic, but on Friday the 26th she had time to meet with Ginny and Luna for lunch. They met at the Leaky Cauldron because, as lovely as she was, Luna had a tendency to risk breaching the statute of secrecy when out around muggles. Her friends were already sitting at a table when Hermione arrived, she stopped at the bar to order her drink before joining them.

“Hello Hermione!” Said Luna in her dreamy, tinkling voice as she lowered her Spectrespecs from her head to her nose. “You are surprisingly wrackspurt-free. I’m glad to see things are turning out all right.”

“Hello Luna! I am, in fact, doing rather well, all things considered. How are you?” Hermione said as she sat down with her friends at the wooden table, hanging her bag on the back of her chair.

“I’m doing well, settling down in Hogsmeade, I’ve already met with Minerva and Hagrid about my teaching position next year. But Ginny has news. Her head is full of wrackspurts but she won’t tell me why, she wanted to wait for you and not have to repeat it.”

“What news, Ginny?” Asked Hermione as she accepted her butterbeer from the waiter.

“I’ve received an offer from the Harpies. They want to hire me as second coach, I’d become Head Coach when Sylvie Goray retires next year.” Said Ginny before taking a long sip of her butter beer.

“That is great Ginny!” Exclaimed Hermione.

“Oh, yes. A thrilling prospect!” Chimed Luna.

“It is, and I’m honored. But I’m not sure. I haven’t told Harry yet.” Ginny sighed, slouching.

“Why not? Surely he’d support you.” Hermione placed a comforting hand on Ginny’s arm.

“He would, but working as a coach would mean I’d be away most weekends. During the week Harry comes home late every night. We would hardly see each other anymore.”

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 30

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Eventually, the children came home for Easter break. Hermione, Draco, Ginny and Harry met at platform 9 ¾. Ron’s portkey was set to arrive later that evening.

“Oi, ferret!” said Harry as he and Ginny arrived. “You lost me 100 Galleons.”

“It’s not my fault you underestimated me, Potter.” Drawled Draco.

“Don’t mind him, ferret. He has nothing to complain about. I spent those galleons at a muggle sexy shop and he has been enjoying every sickle of it.” Said Ginny with a wide grin. Harry turned the color of a ripe tomato, his scar remaining shockingly white in contrast.

Draco turned towards Hermione. “Why have you taken me to the science museum, and ballet and pubs and I’ve never heard of sexy shops? You’ve showed me chemists, a toy shop and Costa Coffee, something called sexy shop definitely sounds more interesting. What do they sell?” 

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express put an end to that conversation. “We’ll talk about it when the children go back to school.” Smiled Hermione, blushing.

The four of them stood together waiting for the children to get off the train. Albus was the first to reach them. 

“Hey mum, dad. Auntie ‘Mione, Rose may be a while. Last I saw her she was snogging Scorp. Oh, hey Mr Malfoy! So it’s true, you two are together. Can I be there when you tell uncle Ron? Please!” Albus, apparently, still, had no filter.

“Albus, darling.” Ginny hugged her middle child, rolling her eyes. “How are you?”