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Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 16

“Hey Hermione! Ready to go out for lunch?” Said Harry as he walked through the door. “I’m starving!”

“That’s new!” She deadpanned.

Harry laughed. “Hey, I still have to make up for all the times the Dursley’s made me go hungry.”

“We just have to wait a minute. We have a guest.” Said Hermione tentatively.

“Now, that is new! Who’s coming with us?” Harry asked.

At that exact moment, Malfoy, as handsome as ever, came in through the door that Harry had left open.

“Good morning, Granger, Potter. I hope I’m not too late. The redrafting of the education reform went on a little longer than expected.”

Harry gawked.

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.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione shippers - chapter 10

Breakfast in the Great Hall

If ever there was a Guinness world record for brightest blush, Hermione was sure she would win it. She felt her cheeks reach the temperature of Mount Vesuvius’ Pyroclastic cloud that burned Herculaneum.

“How?” She asked in a whisper, to avoid drawing attention from the few students still lingering in the Great Hall. She was, pointedly, not looking at him.

“It appears, we are both curious, Granger. I think I should smirk now. I heard it does something to your insides.” And he did, in fact, smirk. But her insides were too twisted to react to it. “Anyway, you gave me enough information, so I went on a quick trip to Hastings, yesterday. By the way, sorry for standing you up. Did you have a good time with Pomona?”

Hermione nodded slightly.

“Good. Perhaps we could start a new… what’s it called? Ah, yes, ship. Would it be Pomione or Hermona? Although, I must say, I’m pretty fond of Dramione. I’ve read some… rather creative things.”

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.

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.”

Trailblazing & Stargazing

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 35

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/150120247

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 28

“Granger, your handsome Slytherin trio has won you the education reform. Me being the handsome one, of course.” Declared Theodore Nott as he crossed the threshold to her office. Blaise followed him chuckling and Draco closed the door as he rolled his eyes. 

“Well, at least that’s good news! Why are you three really here? Should I be worried? You look like you are up to something.” She laughed.

“Blaise and your beloved Draco are here to appeal to your bleeding heart. I, on the other hand, just want to see if your secretary is single because I would very much like to get into her…”

“THEODORE NOTT!” she shouted.

“What? I was going to say good graces, I want to get into her good graces. Did you think I was going to say I wanted to get into her knickers? Granger! You naughty Gryffindor! Although I do find her rather shaggable.” He said, inspecting his fingernails with practiced nonchalance.

Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed while Blaise and Draco tried to hide their laughter behind some fake cough. 

“Theo, she’s barely thirty years old. Definitely too young for you!” Hermione objected.

“Oh but I assure you, I’m very immature!” he replied with a smirk and a hand over his heart.

“He is, Hermione. Extremely immature. Childish, even” Replied Draco. “But, we are not here to talk about Theo’s immaturity. Blaise has recently brought to my attention an issue that you will certainly want to address.”

“What is it? Is it something serious or are you three here to waste my time?” She looked at the three of them suspiciously.

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter five

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/148422619

“Hermione Granger! Why are you dressed like a sad, grey, bureaucrat? Have I taught you nothing?” Cried out Pansy walking into Hermione’s office at the Ministry.

“Because I am a sad, grey, bureaucrat.” She deadpanned. “Pansy Parkinson! We thought we’d lost you forever!” Hermione stood up from her desk to greet her friend with a tight hug.

“Ally was getting desperate. Orders have kept coming and, with Christmas approaching, I just couldn’t leave her alone. I just portkeyed in, I thought I’d stop by.” Pansy shrugged.

“Oh. Does that mean you’re just back temporarily?” Hermione frowned slightly.

“I’m still undecided. Lei Ailun is wonderful, but I miss you girls and my shop. I told him I didn’t know if I would go back. He didn’t push me either way.”

“Did you want him, to push you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She sat down on one of the armchairs, elegantly crossing her legs at the ankles. “It would have been nice if he had tried to convince me to stay with him. But then, maybe, I would have found it overbearing. Oh well, I’ll just deal with the shop for now and see how things go.”

“I’m happy to see you, either way.”

“You, Ms Granger, are coming over to the shop the moment you clock off. I need to fix that mess.” She vaguely gestured to Hermione before she stood up and walked towards the door. “I’ll be waiting for you at quarter past five. I’ll contact the others and we can all meet afterwards. Does Greg still keep a table for us?”

“He actually put a brass plaque on our table. It says ‘Permanently reserved for The Troublesome Seven and friends’.” Hermione said with a laugh.

“That’s good, because we’ll need it.” And with that, she spun on her heels and marched towards the lifts. 

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