Of Drought And Downpour - Chapter 3 - Harry Payer Crossover With Buffy The Vampire Slayer Inspired By

Just because I need my mum to get better 🤞🏻

Trailblazing & Stargazing

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

Part 4

Hermione put her phone down and charged it with a tap of her wand. She took her sexy outfit off and put on her purple fleece jammies. She brushed her teeth and stood a few minutes in front of the bathroom mirror. Who was she fooling, Draco didn’t really like her. He just needed help avoid having to reject a student. She was the same, old, bushy-haired know-it-all she had always been. Had he not been in dire straits he would never have taken her on a date. But that kiss. That kiss had felt so real.

With a grunt, Hermione got into bed and pulled the covers over her head. She put her fingers on her lips, where the sensation of the kiss still lingered, and wondered if she should call it quits before she could get hurt. Even though, perhaps, it was already too late for that. But this was probably the only chance she had to date Draco Malfoy. She couldn’t let him go. She would gather all the crumbs he’ll give her. It would have to be enough. And then, maybe, she’ll be able to move on. That night she dreamt of soft lips, silver eyes and platinum hair.

Draco read Hermione’s texts over and over. She still thought they were fake-dating. Of course Hermione Granger couldn’t even fathom to actually date him! He was just death-eater scum, and she was the Gryffindor Princess. She had only agreed to go out with him because he needed help and she was the hero. But that kiss. That kiss had felt so real. He had been unsure wether to kiss her or not but he had thrown caution to the wind and pulled her in. He had wrapped one arm around her waist, his other hand cupping her face.Then, he had slowly lowered his lips on hers.

He had given her time to realize what was happening, he had lingered for several seconds where their noses touched before closing the gap. He had expected her to pull away, but she hadn’t. She had kissed him back! He could still feel her soft lips on his, the sweet taste of her tongue. That had been the best kiss of his life. Perhaps he could hope. And even if nothing came of it, he would cherish every moment she allowed him to spend with her. That night, he dreamt of soft pink lips, riotous curls and deep brown eyes.

I have been absent for a few weeks, my fics have not been updated and I haven't managed to write a word, not for lack of trying. This year has been intense and I am mentally exhausted; my BED is back with a vengeance and I barely sleep. I'd need a vacation but that's not going to happen any time soon. I'm going to take some time off. I'll still be reading, obviously, but I'm putting my writing to rest for a bit, hopefully not too long.

Trying to work on a cover

Hi, sorry if this is an annoying question but do you have a masterlist of your text fic? I keep trying to find a tag that will get me all of them parts but it’s not working for me haha I really want to read it!!

Hi! I'm afraid not. I'm new to tumbler and still figuring out how it works. But I have it all in my highlights on Instagram. I'm sorry it's messed up here. I'll try to figure out a way to put it in some order.

Thank you for your interest, I'm really happy you like it!

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter two

A Dramione story, with a tiny Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover (in the following chapters) inspired by the song 'It's Raining Men'

“Ladies!” said Pansy as she sat down in a plush, turquoise armchair at Sugar & Spice. “Did you see the Prophet yesterday? Skeeter went all out with her spiteful comments. She’s calling us troublesome! But it was good advertising. The shop was so busy today, I think I’m going to have to hire new clerks, and quite possibly double my sewing crew.”

“I had to ward the floo against Harry on Sunday! He kept calling, asking me to get back together.” Ginny scoffed. “He sent a bloody singing gnome while I was in a training session today. With flowers and a poem! Not even an original one, he basically plagiarized the one I wrote for him when I was eleven! I don’t know if it was more embarrassing or ridiculous. And then…” She paused for suspense. “He wrote me a letter, three sentences really, saying that we can wait till after the World Cup to have our first child! He still doesn’t get it!”

“Godric, he’s persistent! I’ll talk to him, Gin.” Hermione chuckled. “I received so many owls I lost count. From every man I’ve dated, save from Ron, including the ones who are now married!” She smirked. “I incedioed them all! I’m totally fed up with men. The toys I bought the other day can keep me happy for a while. I need to detox from all the drama and the paternalism.” She said rolling her eyes.

“Oh, those toys were a smart purchase! I tried the one that looks like a little bunny and it provided for a very entertaining hour. I can’t wait to try the others!” Luna giggled.

“A toast!” Laughed Pansy lifting her cappuccino. “To muggle sex toys and letting men stew in their own juice!” The others followed her example.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 10

A little snippet from chapter 10, online now.

Just Pansy being sassy.

“Mini-Weasley, enough with the pre-teen drama, stand with your mother and hold her like you would for a waltz.”

Hugo gawked. “Why?!”

Hermione was perplexed, as well. “Why would he need to dance with me?” she asked.

Pansy sighed and rolled her eyes. “Now, Granger, I know you were brought up differently, but you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of our age, surely you have figured out, by now, that you are going to have to open the dances at the Gala.”

“Oh, surely someone else will.” She countered

“Granger, who opens the dances at a gala?” asked Pansy, slowly.

“The host or hostess.” Sighed Hermione.

“And where is this Gala being hosted?”

“At the Ministry of Magic.”

“And you are…?”

“The Minister of Magic.” She huffed.

“Yes, Granger. I’m very proud of you for figuring it out. Now, before you say anything else. No, you cannot open with your ex-husband, you just announced your divorce, that would be confusing. And no, not Potter either, he is your best friend but also a head of department, opening with him would imply that he is more important than the other heads. You cannot open with any guest for that same reason. Hence, your son is the best option. After the opening dance you can do whatever you like. Now, please stand close so that I can match your shades of blue. It was bad enough that stupid Malfoy didn’t tell me he would open the dancing with you and not his mother, made me look like an amateur.” Parkinson groaned. 

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