I Have Been Absent For A Few Weeks, My Fics Have Not Been Updated And I Haven't Managed To Write A Word,

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 32

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Harry struggled to keep up with Ron as he flew through the sky, much faster than the battered, old cleansweeps they had found in the shed should be able to go. Ron’s anger probably reinforcing the broom’s own magic. That would be an interesting theory to test, Harry thought before focusing on the chase again.

Eventually, Ron slowed down and Harry was able to catch up to him. His face was streaked with dry tears, Harry couldn’t tell if he’d been crying about Hermione or if his eyes had watered because of the wind.

“How could she do that?” Ron asked, stifling a sob. Crying then, not wind.

“Ron, mate. I swear the ferret isn’t that bad anymore.” Harry tried to calm him.

“How long have you known?” Ron’s voice was shaking, his eyes narrowed as he scowled at his friend because of his betrayal.

“Probably even before she knew it. They have been dancing in circles around each other for a while. I’m not sure how it started, but they have been getting closer ever since the new year ball at the Ministry.” Harry wasn’t good with these things, he never knew what to say. Words and feelings were not his strong suit. Words about feelings, were a skill he’d never mastered and probably never would. Awkwardness was definitely something Albus had inherited from his father, along with the green eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come back, tried to talk her out of it. Now I look like the villain and, I swear, I’m not!” Ron sobbed loudly.

“It wasn’t my story to tell, mate. And I don’t think she would have wanted you to talk her out of it. I’m pretty sure she did that all by herself at first.” Harry tried, unsuccessfully, to steer Ron’s broom back in the direction of the Burrow.

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!

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 15

Hermione was thoroughly exhausted after a very long work day and hoped to be able to go home soon, but the education reform was too important, she had to see this through.

When she stepped out of the floo at Malfoy House, still wearing her work outfit, she was surprised to see Malfoy waiting for her and not Carson.

“Hello, Granger.” He said with his trademark smirk. “Are you done saving the Wizarding World for today?”

He was wearing a black suit with a crisp white Oxford shirt and a dark green tie. Hermione felt extremely self-conscious, she had come here straight from the Ministry and looked a mess.

“Honestly, Malfoy. I’m haggard, I could do without further bullying from you. I read your memo, I visited Eniiyi’s memory of the hearing, I really don’t need to be here unless you’re going to be civil.” She chided, taking her discomfort out on him.

“Calm down, Granger. I was just joking, not bullying.” He replied, raising his hands in surrender.

“Do. Not. Tell. Me. To. Calm. Down. Ever.” She growled.

“Fine, fine. I’m sorry. Let’s get some food into you, before you bite my head off.” He took her arm and lead her towards the dining room. "You look llovely, by the way. Green looks good on you"

She huffed but went along with him. Mostly because she was hungry and her fridge was empty, and she did like this outfit very much and she was glad someone had noticed it, even though she was aware that she looked anything but lovely and he was just being nice.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 31

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/148190509

On Saturday morning, Hugo had a guitar lesson and Rose met with some friends from her primary school. Hermione stayed at home and read a book, trying not to think about the upcoming conversation with Ron.

In the afternoon, the three of them went to Central London for some shopping in the muggle shops, went to the cinema to watch ‘The Croods: A New Era’, which had them laughing the entire time, and stopped for dinner at a small kebab restaurant not far from their home. Hermione enjoyed spending time with her children, they were growing up to be beautiful humans. Once home, after Hugo had gone to his room to play his guitar again, Hermione asked Rose to stay with her for a moment.

“I know it’s none of my business.” She began, clearing her throat as it felt constricted. “And I won’t ask you questions. But I want to make sure you’re fine and you’re being careful, with Scorpius. In case you’re having, or planning to have, sex.” Hermione looked into her daughter’s eyes, trying to see something, anything, in them.

“Mum! Do we really have to talk about this? It’s embarrassing!” Rose visibly cringed. “Can’t I talk about this with Auntie Ginny? Or Auntie Fleur, maybe?”

“Rose, I’m not here to ask details. You have your friends for gossiping and swooning over boys. And I’m sure Auntie Ginny and Auntie Fleur will be more than happy to help if you have more… practical questions. I understand that talking about such things with your mother may be uncomfortable. Even though I do hope you know that, if you want to, you can talk to me, about anything. I’ll never judge you, I want to be sure you know that.” She paused, waiting for a sign from Rose. When she nodded, mildly exasperated, Hermione continued. “I’m here to make sure that whatever you chose to do, or not do, you are prepared. Do you know how to cast a contraceptive charm?”

Rose shook her head. Hermione demonstrated the wand movement and recited the incantation and then asked Rose to do it. She managed it on her fourth attempt. Hermione made her try again a few more times, just to be sure.

“Good. Now, we should talk about consent.” She said when she was happy with the results.

“Mum, we’ve already talked about consent. A million times.” Rose whined.

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

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.

New wip 'The things nobody says'

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

The things nobody says - chapter 4

When Olivia reached her parents’ home she was relieved. She wouldn’t be alone anymore, she’d have help. Her parents welcomed her babies with open arms and took them from the car into the house. Olivia took the luggage to her bedroom as her parents cooed over the babies. They had hardly said hello to her, but she guessed it should be expected. They were very excited about becoming grandparents.

She sat on her childhood bed staring at the wall. A yellowed Leonardo DiCaprio poster was still pinned above her desk, the corners curling around the pins. Below it, hung framed pictures of her with her friends throughout their teens. The last picture had been taken at the beach on her last summer at home before leaving for university. She was wearing a lime green bikini that stood out against her tanned skin, her arms and legs were toned and her stomach was flat, her abdominal muscles taut.

She looked down at herself now and sighed. She was wearing black yoga pants that were slightly tearing at the inner seams, her drool stained grey hoodie was large enough to cover her now sagging stomach and breasts. She needed to feed the girls before she started leaking, again. She thought. She went to the living room where her parents were still making funny faces at the twins. It was a sight to behold. Her very prim and proper parents were kneeling down, on the living room carpet, speaking nonsense in high pitched voices at the twins who were sitting in two identical bouncers she had not seen before. Her parents had probably gone on a shopping spree and wasted a shitload of money on mostly useless stuff. She remembered, then, that she had left the breastfeeding cushion in the car, she went out to get it. Nobody had noticed her coming in the room and nobody noticed her leaving it. She came back, sat on the sofa wrapping the cushion around her waist and called her parents, who still hadn’t seen her.

This comment right here made me smile. I will get back to this story, it's not abandoned, just on hold.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 29

The following Saturday afternoon, Draco flooed to Hermione’s house carrying a large ceramic pot with a vanilla orchid totem in full bloom and a bottle of elf-made wine. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He called her but no reply came. He left the plant and wine on the dining table and ventured into her bedroom. There, he heard loud music blaring from the bathroom. He chuckled lightly. He could hear her voice butchering the tune as she sang at the top of her lungs. He walked back to the living room, not wanting to intrude. When he heard her walk back into the bedroom, he knocked to let her know he was there.

“Draco!” She said, opening the door. “I didn’t hear you floo in.” She was wrapped in a soft purple bathrobe, her hair tucked inside a matching towel, as she leaned in for a kiss.

“I heard you were holding a concert in the bathroom and didn’t want to disturb” A wet strand of hair had escaped her haphazard turban and he curled it around his finger. “Are you, per chance, related to Celestina Warbeck?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Hilarious, Mr Malfoy. I like to sing and I don’t give two hoots if I’m not good at it. I’ll do it anyway!” She scoffed, jabbing her finger to his chest.

“I’ll make sure to learn some tuning charms.” He kissed her lips gently. “Or, keep your mouth otherwise occupied.” He laughed and jumped away as she swatted him.

“You are vile!” She laughed.