Hermione Sighed As She Put Her Phone Down On Her Desk. She Could Already Hear The Chatter Of Students

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 32

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/148747408

Harry struggled to keep up with Ron as he flew through the sky, much faster than the battered, old cleansweeps they had found in the shed should be able to go. Ron’s anger probably reinforcing the broom’s own magic. That would be an interesting theory to test, Harry thought before focusing on the chase again.

Eventually, Ron slowed down and Harry was able to catch up to him. His face was streaked with dry tears, Harry couldn’t tell if he’d been crying about Hermione or if his eyes had watered because of the wind.

“How could she do that?” Ron asked, stifling a sob. Crying then, not wind.

“Ron, mate. I swear the ferret isn’t that bad anymore.” Harry tried to calm him.

“How long have you known?” Ron’s voice was shaking, his eyes narrowed as he scowled at his friend because of his betrayal.

“Probably even before she knew it. They have been dancing in circles around each other for a while. I’m not sure how it started, but they have been getting closer ever since the new year ball at the Ministry.” Harry wasn’t good with these things, he never knew what to say. Words and feelings were not his strong suit. Words about feelings, were a skill he’d never mastered and probably never would. Awkwardness was definitely something Albus had inherited from his father, along with the green eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come back, tried to talk her out of it. Now I look like the villain and, I swear, I’m not!” Ron sobbed loudly.

“It wasn’t my story to tell, mate. And I don’t think she would have wanted you to talk her out of it. I’m pretty sure she did that all by herself at first.” Harry tried, unsuccessfully, to steer Ron’s broom back in the direction of the Burrow.

Hermione Ganger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 9

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After talking to Hermione and seemingly getting her to talk to him again, Draco returned to his rooms. They were not very different from Hermione’s but his sofa was black leather and the rest of his furniture was black too. He didn’t even like black, but this had been Snape’s flat and he didn’t want to change it. His Godfather was never an affectionate man but he had always been kind to Draco and he missed him.

He had not understood a word of what Hermione had said, but he was pretty sure that that fucking book was at least part of the reason she had been avoiding him. Muggles were probably writing stories depicting him even worse than he felt about himself. He took out his pensieve and revisited the memory.

Not that using his pensieve with memories of his evenings with Hermione was new. He did that almost every day, trying to figure out what he did right or wrong depending on her reactions. He had been fancying her since that very first day when they had found out about the whole Harry Potter books fiasco. He told himself he shouldn’t fancy her, because she could be nice and friendly to him, but surely, she could never forget how he’d treated her, how she had been tortured in his own drawing room as he looked helplessly at her. But sometimes he felt like, maybe, she wanted him too. The mixed signals drove him crazy. He had tried, really really hard, to avoid wanking to thoughts of her, but that battle had been lost long ago. Her lips, her hands, he legs, all of her, now haunted his dreams.

After the fourth time he had revisited the memory he thought he had everything down. He had to find this internet, wherever it may be, and look for this AO3… webshite? No, websight. Yes, definitely websight. Or wherever the fan fiction was kept. It all sounded like gibberish to him. Oh, and Dramione, that weird word on the cover of that blasted book. That seemed important too. He needed help from someone who would know about such things. A muggle born, he would ask a muggle born student. Who could he trust?

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 22

Hermione stirred as the light of the rising sun grew stronger. She felt a warm arm around her waist and someone’s breath coming from somewhere entirely too close to her lips. It took her brain a few seconds to remember where she was, and with whom. Bloody hell. She’d spent the night on a godforsaken beach in Cornwall snogging Draco Malfoy! She kept her eyes closed, she needed to think. 

Was this a good thing? What would Ron and the kids say about this? Rose was dating Scorpius! That would be awkward, wouldn’t it? And what would the Wizarding World think of this? Oh shit! She was the Minister of Magic and he was a member of the Wizengamot. There weren’t any laws against it but surely people would have things to say. Not that she hadn’t wanted it. She had come here willingly and had enjoyed it very much. Part of her actually wished they had even gone beyond snogging. But… they were on a beach! Anyone could have seen them!

As she lost control over her spiraling thoughts, she felt him stir as he too woke up. She closed her eyes even tighter.

“Good morning, Hermione.” He whispered. Then, his eyes focused on her scrunched-up face and he said. “I was awakened by the sound of your brain thinking too many thoughts at the same time.” He kissed her forehead.

“Good morning, Draco.” She said, eventually opening her eyes. “It’s just… I realized that coming here wasn’t perhaps the smartest idea.” She saw his face morphing into a frown and immediately clarified. “Not that I regret this. I like spending time with you and this was… nice. But we shouldn’t have slept here, in the open. Anybody could have seen us.”

“I’m sorry. You are right, I should have apparated us back home. I didn’t think of the possible consequences. Hopefully, nobody saw us. I suppose you wouldn’t want to let the world know about this.” He pushed down with his hands to sit up, his eyes sad and downcast. She sat up with him and placed a hand on his cheek.

“I am not ashamed of this, Draco. But we haven’t even really started dating, and I only recently finalized my divorce. I would just like to come out with this on our own terms, not the Prophet’s.” She leaned towards him, pulled his face down and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Can we start dating today? I’d like to apparate us to my house. There we can have breakfast, get changed and spend the rest of Sunday doing whatever you like.” His eyes were bright now, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“If you promise that Carson won’t poison me.” She teased.

I listened to Things without Remedy on Spotify and I absolutely loved it. The story is well structured, the writing flows easily, it has everything. Also, the acting in the poetic is amazing. I am absolutely and completely in love!

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.

One in Ten Thousand

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

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

Coming soon!!

Mr Stewart spoke “Lyn, did you sign June up for some fancy school?”

“No, I did not.” She paused and took in the sight of Hermione and Draco, standing in the middle of her living room, wearing clothes that would have been perfect in a museum exhibition.

Hermione was seriously reconsidering her choice of clothing,. “Hello Ms Stewart, June. I’m Professor Hermione Granger, this is Professor Draco Malfoy and we teach at…” June cut in excitedly “Hogwarts! You teach at Hogwarts! But, wait, aren’t you supposed to work at the Ministry of Magic and become the youngest Minister ever? It said so in the epilogue! And why is HE with you? Didn’t he bully you? You’re friends now? How is Harry doing, by the way?” The girl looked expectantly at Hermione, who was totally speechless. Ms Stewart tried to talk to her daughter. “June dear, Hogwarts doesn’t exist, these people are actors, they are probably here to advertise something. I’m sorry, but we’re not interested in buying anything.” Ms Stewart was ushering them towards the door when Hermione pulled herself together.

“I’m sorry, you took me by surprise there, but I really need to talk to you. Your daughter has, indeed, been selected for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which you should know nothing about, by the way. May I ask where you got all this information?” June took Hermione’s hand and led her to the sofa, leaving her mother and Draco behind. Mr Stewart was still staring from the kitchen door. Eventually the other adults recovered enough to go sit in the living room.

The following day, Hermione had a two-period class with 6th year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Snakes and Badgers seemed to share an obsession for Professor Malfoy. Whenever she turned her back to the class to write on the board, which she usually did by hand to give the students time to copy, she would hear whispered words about her and Malfoy. About how he was in love with her, had been for a long time. Apparently, the school had a running wager about the two of them.

Every class she taught, no matter the year or the house, someone whispered behind her back. The younger students talked of hand-holding and walks by the lake. The seveth years said things that made Hermione blush. She would have never dared to think such things about McGonagall or Snape, let alone say them out loud!

The situation was getting out of hand, she thought of making a scene and telling everyone to shut up, but she knew that making a scene never, in the history of mankind, helped gossip die down.

I would probably cry.

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!