Of Drought And Downpour - Chapter 6

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 10

A little snippet from chapter 10, online now.

Just Pansy being sassy.

“Mini-Weasley, enough with the pre-teen drama, stand with your mother and hold her like you would for a waltz.”

Hugo gawked. “Why?!”

Hermione was perplexed, as well. “Why would he need to dance with me?” she asked.

Pansy sighed and rolled her eyes. “Now, Granger, I know you were brought up differently, but you’re supposed to be the brightest witch of our age, surely you have figured out, by now, that you are going to have to open the dances at the Gala.”

“Oh, surely someone else will.” She countered

“Granger, who opens the dances at a gala?” asked Pansy, slowly.

“The host or hostess.” Sighed Hermione.

“And where is this Gala being hosted?”

“At the Ministry of Magic.”

“And you are…?”

“The Minister of Magic.” She huffed.

“Yes, Granger. I’m very proud of you for figuring it out. Now, before you say anything else. No, you cannot open with your ex-husband, you just announced your divorce, that would be confusing. And no, not Potter either, he is your best friend but also a head of department, opening with him would imply that he is more important than the other heads. You cannot open with any guest for that same reason. Hence, your son is the best option. After the opening dance you can do whatever you like. Now, please stand close so that I can match your shades of blue. It was bad enough that stupid Malfoy didn’t tell me he would open the dancing with you and not his mother, made me look like an amateur.” Parkinson groaned. 

That evening, Hermione took extra care drying her hair, shr put on some makeup and wore the black skirt-suit with sheer black tights with a sexy seam at the back and she transfigured her black patent leather stilettos and clutch to be the same shade of green as the corset top. The skirt hugged her arse and legs down to her knees, the jacket had a wide opening that closed under her breasts, leaving the corset in full view, and then flared slightly to her hips. She took a deep breath before opening the door when Malfoy knocked.

H. Good enening, Malfoy.

She said the words as she swung open the door. Then, she saw him. He was perfect. He was wearing black slacks, perfectly tailored to hug his edible quidditch-trained thighs, black loafers, a light grey v-neck jumper that perfectly matched his eyes and a crisp white ooxford shirt. His smile faltered the moment he saw her.

D. Ah. Err. Ghgh.

He shook his head, trying to focus.

D. Good evening, Granger.

PART 3

TO BE CONTINUED

Sleep is overrated

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

New wip 'The things nobody says'

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

reblog for a bigger garden :)

(update: per request i’m going to draw this at the end :D)

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

As soon as she stepped out of the floo at the Three Broomsticks, she saw him. Platinum blond hair studiously tousled, grey eyes looking at her with an intensity that melted her insides, long fingers curled around a glass of butter beer. He smiled at her and stood up, reaching her with just a few strides. He hugged her, his hands resting lightly on her back, his fingers gently pressing into her. He smelled of spearmint and sandalwood and his breath tickled her neck as his hands literally burned through her jumper. She stood there, awkwardly hugging him back, not knowing where to rest her hands.

“Welcome back, Hermione. Did you spend a nice holiday at home?” He said, still holding her.

She wondered if he could hear her heart. Probably, because it was beating louder than the 21-gun salute performed for the birthday of the muggle Queen.

“Hello, Draco. Y-yes, it was a nice holiday. How have you been?” She disentangled from his hug, even though she would have liked nothing better than to stay there forever.

“I must say, the school during holidays is exceedingly dull. Nobody brewed illegal polyjuice potion and turned themselves into cats, no trolls in the dungeons, no life-threatening situations at all. Kids these days don’t know how to have fun.” He chuckled.

Hermione snorted, just for a second, forgetting to feel embarrassed. “You, are an idiot.”

“A devilishly handsome idiot though.” He smirked and her stomach did a somersault. “I took you up on your offer and borrowed some of your books, although reading with you is much more enjoyable than reading by myself. Did you bring any new books? Do you have any news about the… movies?” He said guiding her, with a gentle hand on her back, towards the table he had been occupying.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione shippers - chapter 7

Her mother was mostly silent. When her father left them to go to sleep Mrs. Granger asked “This Malfoy boy. Was he really that bad?”

“Well, mom, he was a little bully. There’s no escaping that. But as far as the war is concerned, he was as much a victim as I was. He has been tried and acquitted of all charges. And I assure you, the Wizengamot was out for blood. Had he been even remotely guilty, they would have locked him up for good.” Hermione said earnestly.

“And he works with you now.” Her expression unreadable.

“Yes, he does. You could almost say we are friends now. He apologized, about everything. He really is sorry and he has changed.” Hermione reassured her mother.

“And this almost friendly Malfoy, are you two… involved?”

“Mum! No! What makes you think that?” Hermione blushed.

“Well, that website seems to think otherwise.” Her mother protested.

“Mum, we talked about it. That is just fantasy!”

“Theoretically, the books are being sold as fantasy too.” Scowled her mother.

“Well, that’s… different.”

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 20

The month of February was a whirlwind. The Grangers had moved back into their home in Hampstead Garden Suburb, the reform was brought to the Wizengamot for a third time and, as expected, rejected. It would, hopefully, be approved in the second week of March. The Werewolf Integration Act had caused quite a stir and the Ministry had, again, received several howlers.

Her life had been, overall, hectic, but on Friday the 26th she had time to meet with Ginny and Luna for lunch. They met at the Leaky Cauldron because, as lovely as she was, Luna had a tendency to risk breaching the statute of secrecy when out around muggles. Her friends were already sitting at a table when Hermione arrived, she stopped at the bar to order her drink before joining them.

“Hello Hermione!” Said Luna in her dreamy, tinkling voice as she lowered her Spectrespecs from her head to her nose. “You are surprisingly wrackspurt-free. I’m glad to see things are turning out all right.”

“Hello Luna! I am, in fact, doing rather well, all things considered. How are you?” Hermione said as she sat down with her friends at the wooden table, hanging her bag on the back of her chair.

“I’m doing well, settling down in Hogsmeade, I’ve already met with Minerva and Hagrid about my teaching position next year. But Ginny has news. Her head is full of wrackspurts but she won’t tell me why, she wanted to wait for you and not have to repeat it.”

“What news, Ginny?” Asked Hermione as she accepted her butterbeer from the waiter.

“I’ve received an offer from the Harpies. They want to hire me as second coach, I’d become Head Coach when Sylvie Goray retires next year.” Said Ginny before taking a long sip of her butter beer.

“That is great Ginny!” Exclaimed Hermione.

“Oh, yes. A thrilling prospect!” Chimed Luna.

“It is, and I’m honored. But I’m not sure. I haven’t told Harry yet.” Ginny sighed, slouching.

“Why not? Surely he’d support you.” Hermione placed a comforting hand on Ginny’s arm.

“He would, but working as a coach would mean I’d be away most weekends. During the week Harry comes home late every night. We would hardly see each other anymore.”

Nice to meet you.

Just a little introduction.

I'm Silvia and I live in Italy. I love to read, and write, obviously. Dance is my therapy and food is my love language. My favourite colour is turquoise and my favourite song is It's my life by bonjovi. Favourite food... tiramisù.

I have 3 children: a Ravenclaw, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. I'm a Hufflepuff and hubby is a muggle.

He doesn't like Harry Potter and says that Dramione don't make sense together. I love him anyway.

I followed a plot bunny, again. It was supposed to be a one shot, but I may have to split it in 2 chapters since I'm 6k words in and I still need to write the climax (The climax of the story! Merlin's beard! Get your mind out of the gutter!) and then wrap it up nicely.