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.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/152555209
I practically inhaled this fic today as I was making dinner. I nearly sliced my finger open because I was more focused on the reading than I was on the tomato-dicing, but that's a story for another time. It's a quick read and I wholeheartedly suggest you head to AO3 right now and give it a go. It will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Claiming is now open
All HP Pairings welcome.
Entries due: Fri, Nov 15, 9am GMT
Reveal: Sat, Nov 16, 9am GMT
In case you need the sign, this is it. Please stay alive. Stay alive for the moments to come, the moments you’d miss, the people you will meet who will love you endlessly ! Stay alive, because the world is better with you in it.
They ran through the gates and up the hill, they rushed though the entrance hall and, when they reached the Headmistress’ office, they found all the other professors talking loudly over one another. When Minerva saw Hermione and Malfoy she shouted “QUIET!” And everyone was silent at once.
“Hermione, Draco. I suppose you encountered the same… difficulties as the others.” She looked at them with a pinched expression.
Hermione placed the seven books on the desk, still catching her breath. “It would seem so. I thought we should read them. I bought two sets.”
“Very well, I need to speak to the Minister about this. I will see you all at dinner. I hope to have some updates by then.”
The professors dispersed, Hermione went to her room and took a nice warm bath, with a generous amount of her lemon and rosemary bath salts because she needed to clear her head. Once she was more relaxed, clean, dry and perfectly dressed, in muggle jeans and a blue sweater, because even in full summer the Castle tended to be chilly in the evening, she sat on her sofa and started reading the first book. “Harry Potter and the Philosopher stone.”
She had just finished reading chapter six, and had had the ‘pleasure’ of reading ‘She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.’ When she realized that it was time to go to the teachers’ room for dinner.
“Bossy.” She thought. “I’m not bossy, at all.”
She entered the teachers’ room, everyone but Minerva was already there. The professors were talking among themselves about the day’s unforeseen, even though professor Trelawney claimed to have had a vision last week, events.
Malfoy was alone, sitting in the same chair he had occupied in the morning. She sat beside him and he asked. “How far have you read?”
“We just arrived with the Hogwarts express. You were introduced much earlier than I was, chapter 5 ‘boy with a pale pointed face’ and then a whole conversation to introduce us readers to your snootiness.”
“I don’t have a pointed face!” He huffed in protest.
“Not now, maybe. But you were a pointy-faced little ferret in first year!” She giggled.
“And what did the author have to say about you?” He asked with his signature smirk.
“Nothing you haven’t said to me yourself: bushy hair, big teeth, bossy voice. I’m basically being bullied all over again. By a book, no less! A betrayal if ever there was one!” She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Hermione was still dancing in the living room, Bon Jovi’s ‘It’s my Life’ blaring in her earphones, when the floo activated and Draco emerged through the green flames. He stood there, leaning against the mantle, looking at her as she swayed her hips, with her hands up in the air, singing along, slightly off-key. Whatever muggle ensemble she was wearing left very little to the imagination and Draco felt his cock stir just by looking at her arse clad inside a very tight, very thin, layer of black fabric as it hypnotizingly swayed left and right.
Aparecium by LadyKenz347
Aparecium by LadyKenz347 is a beautiful book. It's a romance, not a lot of action but plenty of feelings. Some minor angst and lots of fluff. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55230319/chapters/140089885
This story is a work in progress. I'm not really sure when I'll update it because it's... very personal. Writing it is cathartic but at the same time gut wrenching. I will finish it at some point, hopefully by the end of the year.
No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.
I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.
Little self-esteem boost. 30 kudos in 24hrs is a lot, at least by my standards. I started writing because I needed a way to keep my brain from forgetting English, and that's still my main motivator, but it's nice to know someone appreciates it.
reader, sometimes writer, dramione shipper Image by Freepik
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