That Same Evening, After Supper, Draco Enters The Slytherin Common Room, Black Robes Billowing Behind

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.

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.

Sleep is overrated

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

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/146469688

The sky was clear, blue and endless, not a single cloud in sight. A warm breeze made the treetops sway and carried the smell of flowers, resin and pine needles. The sun shone bright, warming her skin as she walked towards the Quidditch pitch. Hogwarts was showing her its sweetest, most welcoming side on this glorious summer day.

“Ms Granger!” She heard a deep voice calling her. She turned around and saw Firenze, quietly approaching her at a languid pace.

“Professor Firenze, how are you?”

“Mercury crosses the Dragon’s path again. Venus is aligned, at last.” The centaur said.

“Ah, yes, absolutely. Have a good day, Professor.” And here she was, thinking he would say something useful, for once.

“Have a good day, Ms Granger. Perfect weather for Quidditch.” He smiled looking at the cloudless sky.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she continued on her path. She climbed the many stairs to the top of the stands, Daphne and Astoria were already sitting at the far back and waved at her, smiling. She walked towards them, shooting a glance behind her, towards the pitch. Ginny had just joined Harry and Ron and they were tossing the quaffle back and forth as they hovered on their brooms, not far from where Hermione was standing. 

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@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.