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Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 40

As I approach the end of my first long fiction, life is getting a bit in the way. Chapter 41 will probably be up in a couple of weeks. I'm unfortunately lagging behind with my other fic Of Drought and Downpour. Hopefully, I'll get back on track soon. Meanwhile, I hope you like this chapter. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/153206431

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.

Wands up

RIP Dame Maggie Smith

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.

Communtatio Conscientiae - Dramione Month day 23

Life has been stretching me rather thin lately, but a couple of weeks ago I managed to write this. The main ingredients are Unspeakable Draco, Unspeakable Hermione and an unrepentant Lucius, always up to no good. Add just a sprinkle of NottPott and a generous pinch of brave house elf. Stir often while it simmers, enjoy hot with a glass of fire whiskey. 

Hermione Granger and th Dramione Shippers - Chapter 11

“Positively breathtaking.” said Draco as he kissed her hand when they met outside the gates. His lips lingered on her hand for a long instant before he started kissing his way up her arm gently pulling her closer. Her cloak fell back from her shoulder and he kept kissing up her throat, eventually reaching her lips. Her fingers reached the back of his head as his arms circled her waist. Hermione felt heat course through her body as the intensity of the kiss grew exponentially.

Draco eventually pulled away and the cold crept up on Hermione. He pulled her cloak back to cover her.

“I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He said, not looking sorry at all.

“I’m glad to see you, too. Gomes.” Hermione chuckled.

“Who’s Gomes?” Draco frowned.

“Oh, right. Just a character from a muggle show. I’ll show you sometime.” She took his hand. “What’s the plan?” she asked.

“Edinburgh. I’ve reserved a table at The Witchery.”

He brushed one finger along her jaw and kissed her again. Just a soft kiss on her lips, but Hermione felt the heat spread from her chest all over again. He straightened up and apparated them.

They appeared in a small passage between a gift shop and an ice-cream parlor across the street from the witchery. They walked, hand in hand, the short distance to the restaurant. They were greeted at the entrance by a witch wearing black robes.

“Good evening Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy. Welcome to The Witchery by the Castle. If you’d like to leave your cloaks with me, I’ll escort you to your table.” They handed her their cloaks and she vanished them.

She led them to a small table by large, white, French windows in a wood paneled room with a high painted ceiling depicting images of the tarot. Candles spread a golden glow illuminating the leather chairs, the white tablecloths and the gilded statues scattered around the room. Draco pulled Hermione’s chair out for her and then sat on the opposite side of the table. He was wearing a black three-piece suit with a white shirt and a Gryffindor-red tie and pocket-square.

“We swapped house colors.” Commented Hermione nodding at his tie.

“I must say, Hermione, I think the color green was invented just for you. I might decide to start a quest to conquer the world just to forbid anyone else from wearing green ever again.” He smirked.

“Honestly, I think we’ve had enough world domination attempts to last us several lifetimes. How about we make a deal. You refrain from conquering the world and I wear green more often.”

“I could settle for that. I’m suddenly having visions of you wearing nothing but emeralds.” He eyed her through his lashes as he pretended to read the menu.

Hermione blushed. She was sure she’d read something along those lines in one of the Dramione fan fictions she’d read over the Christmas holidays. Two flutes of champagne appeared on the table. Hermione cleared her throat and tried to read what was written on the menu but her eyes would not focus.

Trailblazing and Stargazing - Chapter 23

‘Minister of Magic turns Death-eater whore’

‘Hermione Granger gets down and dirty on the beach’

‘From Weasley to Malfoy, Granger plows through the pureblood families of Britain’

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!

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