Part 5 - To Be Continued

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 26

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.

@dhrmonth week 2 - romance tropes - day 14 - free day

A soul bond one shot. Hermione takes us through memory lane as she remembers her life.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 3

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.

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!

Of Drought and downpour - Chapter 10

Where we get a glimpse of what happened with the previous coven and discover the naughty side of Molly Prewet and Arthur Weasley.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/151933198

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.

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/149462107

Hermione peeked through the peep hole beside the entrance. Malfoy was right there, waiting for her. She heard the Fat Lady flirt with him and saw him squirm. He wore dark blue slacks and loafers, a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the first two buttons at the neck left open, and a thin blue jumper casually thrown over his broad shoulders, the sleeves of which were dangling over his muscular chest.

The dark mark had been covered by another tattoo, a phoenix, of all things. That was somehow fitting and unexpected at the same time, Hermione thought. He was, objectively speaking, beautiful. If he were a painting, she would probably get Stendhal Syndrome just by looking at him. But he wasn’t a painting. He was a person. A person with whom she shared a heavy baggage. Summoning her inner Gryffindor, she took a deep breath and stepped outside.

He smiled when he saw her. Not a smirk or a sneer but a bright, wide smile, with teeth that would make her parents squeak with glee.

“Hermione.” He paused. “Is it alright if I call you Hermione? I thought, since we are going on a date, perhaps we should be on a first name basis. But if you’re uncomfortable with that, I can still call you Granger.” His smile faltered for a brief moment.

Hermione breathed in through her nose and held her breath for a few seconds, then, as she exhaled, she said “Hello, Draco. First names are fine.” She smiled at him in return. His eyes sparkled in the candle light as he offered her his arm. Hermione placed her hand at the crook of his elbow and they quietly descended the stairs, heading towards the entrance hall.

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 & Stargazing - Chapter 30

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/147780226

Eventually, the children came home for Easter break. Hermione, Draco, Ginny and Harry met at platform 9 ¾. Ron’s portkey was set to arrive later that evening.

“Oi, ferret!” said Harry as he and Ginny arrived. “You lost me 100 Galleons.”

“It’s not my fault you underestimated me, Potter.” Drawled Draco.

“Don’t mind him, ferret. He has nothing to complain about. I spent those galleons at a muggle sexy shop and he has been enjoying every sickle of it.” Said Ginny with a wide grin. Harry turned the color of a ripe tomato, his scar remaining shockingly white in contrast.

Draco turned towards Hermione. “Why have you taken me to the science museum, and ballet and pubs and I’ve never heard of sexy shops? You’ve showed me chemists, a toy shop and Costa Coffee, something called sexy shop definitely sounds more interesting. What do they sell?” 

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express put an end to that conversation. “We’ll talk about it when the children go back to school.” Smiled Hermione, blushing.

The four of them stood together waiting for the children to get off the train. Albus was the first to reach them. 

“Hey mum, dad. Auntie ‘Mione, Rose may be a while. Last I saw her she was snogging Scorp. Oh, hey Mr Malfoy! So it’s true, you two are together. Can I be there when you tell uncle Ron? Please!” Albus, apparently, still, had no filter.

“Albus, darling.” Ginny hugged her middle child, rolling her eyes. “How are you?”