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One in Ten Thousand

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59833996

Written for the @baby-bumps-broomsticks Baby Shower Bingo. Prompt D4 on my card: Surprise, it's Triplets!

New wip 'The things nobody says'

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

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A Rather Inappropriate Potions Master

Part 7 is up. No text today, we get down to business. Though Draco does try to be a gentleman.

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Of drought and downpour - chapter one

Inspired by the song "It's raining men"

Last night's plot bunny brought me here, more to follow over the next few weeks.

Hermione and Luna were sitting at the Sugar & Spice, a muggle-style coffee shop on the corner between Knockturn and Diagon Alley. A muggle born witch, who had graduated from Hogwarts a couple of years after they had, owned it and it had been a smashing success since it had opened a little over a year ago. It had become their safe haven for Saturday morning chats. Coffee tables and mismatched armchairs were distributed in small clusters, each area was enclosed in a privacy charm that allowed patrons to enjoy their time there without being ogled or overheard. People could see that someone was sitting but they could not focus their attention on anyone who didn’t want them to. White bookcases lined the lower part of the walls, everyone was free to take or donate books. Beautiful posters of magical and muggle cities as well as natural landscapes decorated the top part of the sage-green walls.

Hermione sipped her pumpkin spice latte and nibbled on a blueberry scone as she listened attentively as Luna recounted her date with Ernie McMillan.

"Hermione, believe me, it will take me a week to get rid of all the wrackspurts I caught. I can feel them crawling all over my head!” She scratched her scalp with an annoyed scoff. “He was 15 minutes late, and that alone is never a good sign. He was wearing dragon-hide boots! Can you believe it? They seemed vintage so I tried to ignore them. Vintage is the only exception I make, you know. We went to that posh French restaurant just beside Gringotts and he ordered for me, the audacity! He insisted I should really try the erumpent fillet! Me! Eat an erumpent fillet! I stood up and left." With a scowl and a sigh, Luna took a long sip of her double caramel oat latte followed by an indulgent bite of her triple chocolate vegan brownie.

Hermione shook her head disbelievingly. "It’s as if they don't even care to know anything about us. Everyone knows you became a vegan in seventh year! Ernie was with us, sat at the same bloody table!” she protested. “I went out with Hercules Monroe last night, he graduated from Hogwarts in 1994, Ravenclaw. As we were walking, he asked me what I thought of the House Elf Liberation Act. And before I could even reply, he started berating it and saying that whoever had written it had never met a house elf. We didn't even reach the theatre, we were going to watch the Phantom of the Opera in muggle London. I left him alone in the middle of Leicester Square." She scoffed.

Luna was shocked. “He is a solicitor, he should know who had that law passed! Was he just trying to insult you or is he that much of a moron?”

Just as they both resumed their breakfast, Ginny stormed through the door and headed towards the counter. When her order had been taken, she crossed the crowded sitting area and reached their table, throwing herself down onto the plush armchair her friends had kept for her and tossing a copy of the Daily Prophet on the small table. The words ‘The boy who lived to be dumped’ flashing in bold letters above a picture of Ginny stomping out of Grimmauld Place as Harry stood on the doorstep looking puzzled.

"I. Am. Done. The Boy Who Lived can go fuck himself! Why did I even start dating him? Why did nobody tell me I was idolising him for all the wrong reasons and he was only with me because he wanted to be a Weasley?"

Red Asters

A soul-bond Dramione one-shot.

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!

@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.

A snippet from chapter 1 of Trailblazing & Stargazing

Voldemort was dead. Again. They had made it back to present day, safe and sound. The children had gone back to Hogwarts. The grownups, including none other than reformed Death Eater, former school bully, overall nightmare of their childhood Draco Malfoy, had spent a few hours at Grimmauld Place going over the latest events. Harry and Ginny seemed to have finally accepted that Albus was a Slytherin and Scorpius Malfoy was his best friend. They were going to have to deal with the ferret more in the future and were trying to digest that. Ron still didn’t like Draco one bit, but Hermione appreciated the fact that they had both been civil to each other. 

She dreaded the moment Ron would realize that Scorpius had a huge crush on Rose, and the feeling was probably mutual, although Rose herself didn’t seem to be aware of that just yet. She thought Malfoy had changed dramatically, long gone was the spoiled racist brat he had been in school. The war had changed him, just like it had changed them, and the whole tragedy of his wife’s blood curse and subsequent death had left deep scars on him. He was now a generous man and he was still trying to atone for his sins, most of society had forgiven him but he couldn’t seem to forgive himself. Scorpius was a nice kid as well, he looked just like his dad at that age but had a kind smile instead of a mean smirk. He’d grow up to be a good man, without his father’s traumatic past. Draco was a good dad, much unlike Lucius.

Hermione and Ron apparated back into the garden and walked inside their empty two-story brick house. When they had married they had chosen to live in a muggle town on the outskirts of London, similar to where she had grown up. They had muggle technology, like a fridge and a TV, and magical commodities such as floo connection and owl post. Both she and Ron had gotten driving licenses and the children had attended muggle primary school, together with the Potters, before going to Hogwarts. They had the best of both worlds and Hermione really wanted to make it easier for other wizarding families to do the same.

“I’ll make some tea. Are you hungry?” asked Ron, nervously threading his hand through his slightly thinning, but still very brightly ginger, hair. 

“Yes please! I’m starving, really! I’m too old for battling evil wizards, I’m afraid.” Replied Hermione sitting down on the sofa. 

Her hair was still wild, as if it struggled to contain her energy, but some strands here and there were turning grey and she had a few thin lines at the corners of her eyes. She was never one to care about glamour charms or muggle make-up. She showed the signs of her age proudly, she had earned every one of them through the pain, joy, loss and achievement she had gone through in her 41 years of life. Not that she was old, but society always expected women to look like horny teenagers and she would have none of that rubbish.

She picked up one of the many scrolls of parchment her personal assistant had left on the coffee table, as per previous agreement, for her to review. The wizarding world hadn't stopped while the Golden Trio was traveling through time to prevent history from changing for the worst, she had to keep up. She took her job as Minister of Magic very seriously, she was trying to change the future, thank you very much.

Ron handed her a steaming cup of tea and, not finding any room on the table, sat down balancing a plate of samosas on his knee. 

“You know I love you, right?” he said with a deep sigh while nervously tapping his fingers on a cushion. 

“Of course I do, I love you too Ron, you are my best friend.” Her eyes never lifted from the parchment as she replied and took a samosa from the plate. She took a bite, enjoying the spicy goodness within and then sipped her tea, still reading. 

“You are my best friend too ‘Mione.” He stopped for a second and swallowed air, his Adam’s apple slightly bobbing. “That’s why I think we should get a divorce.”