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hermione/pansy
Send me a ship and I'll give you my honest thoughts
Oh yeah for sure
they're another one of those ships that I like, and especially love fanart for, and has so much potential, but I don't like actively think about it or write for them? I've written one pansmione oneshot for an exchange and that was a lot of fun, but it's not a ship I feel the need to go back to like that. It's so fun though. top notch lightning gen hermione ship. (Also, hermione/pansy/ron)
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When I Have You - Chapter 87
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Chapter 87
Despite having every right to be there, Ron felt very out of place in the large Muggle baby store that he and Hermione had just entered. Not only was there an abundance of small children running around at his feet, more wild and more strong-willed than he’d ever known Victoire to be, but there were also so many things.
Being the second youngest, Ron had no memory of how his parents raised him and his siblings, but he was fairly certain that they didn’t need twenty different types of blankets or a ridiculous amount of battery-powered toys or even an endless selection of places for a baby to sleep. He thought babies didn’t do much when they were so young.
Upon entering, he stopped just to take everything in. It was overwhelming and he wasn’t so accustomed to the Muggle world that he knew what everything was.
From beside him, Hermione extracted a piece of paper with a list of things they’d come to purchase. Frankly, they needed everything. This was their first baby after all, and Ron had flat out refused to accept the offer from Bill for some of the things Victoire and Dominique had grown out of.
His daughter was not going to have secondhand things — he’d make sure of it. So, he supposed he only had himself to blame for finding himself here. He just hadn’t realised how much his daughter would need.
“We should probably start with the big things first,” Hermione said, studying the list. “It’ll be easier to come back and get the smaller things later if we can’t get it all today.”
Ron nodded. “A place to sleep is the best place to start, I reckon.”
Hermione smiled. “Let’s go.”
They weaved their way down the aisles, pushing past families with small children and past parents pushing even smaller ones in what Hermione called ‘prams.' The cots were at the back of the shop, and when they arrived, Ron found a crowd of people already looking, pointing and discussing the different features each one had.
Ron stopped again, looking at the cots. Why so many choices? A baby wouldn’t care where they slept. He’d witnessed James fall asleep in his highchair. And he was certain his daughter wouldn’t care what the decor of her bedroom looked like for at least ten years.
Couples wandered along the selections, the vast majority of them heavily pregnant. Most looked only weeks away from giving birth, which in Ron’s opinion — or Hermione’s more accurately — was leaving it a little bit too late.
“Why so many choices?” he asked, coming to stand beside Hermione, who was looking at a wooden cot frame. “This one’ll do, won’t it?”
Hermione didn’t answer immediately. She ran her hand along the top, then bent a little to peer at the bottom. Then she shook her head. “I’m not sure.”
“You’re not — Hermione, she’s not going to care.”
“I know,” Hermione said. “But I just don’t know whether to go with the cot immediately, or use a bassinet for the first few months. But, will it be a waste of money getting the bassinet?”
“Probably,” Ron muttered.
“It’s just… they’ve already told us she’s going to be a big baby,” Hermione said. “Long — will probably grow to be tall like you. So we will probably get even less time in it if that proves to be true.” She bit her lip, thinking, while Ron sighed. Had he been expecting anything less from Hermione to go through all the possible options and weigh them until they reached the best conclusion?
He sighed again, shook his head, and… smiled. He may as well enjoy his time here, he supposed.
“Well, if she’s going to be long,” Ron said, “she probably won’t fit for very long in anything smaller than this.” He put his hand on the cot Hermione had just been looking at. “So, may as well go with this straight away, right?”
Hermione nodded. “I think you’re right. But I just thought it might be easier — you know, early on. I kind of think it would be easier to have her sleeping in our room at the start.”
“Well, this will fit in our room,” Ron said. “We have heaps of space. So, that’s not an issue.”
Hermione was silent again, thinking. “I just don’t like that one.”
Ron laughed to himself. “Well, lucky there’s heaps to choose from, huh?” He took her hand and pulled her gently over to the cot beside it. “What about this one?”
The process went on for a while longer, them looking at practically every cot the store had to offer. As Ron didn’t care which one, he followed Hermione along as she deliberated the pros and cons until she eventually settled on one she was happy with. It was a dark wooden one, matching the doors in the room that would be their daughter’s.
“Now the mattress,” Hermione said, writing down the name of the cot so they could come back to buy it at the end.
“Well, there’s a good lot of them over there, too!” Ron said, pointing to the pile of mattresses near the cots. They were different colours, thicknesses and who knew what else.
“Hm, probably the firmest one possible,” Hermione said.
So, they went around pressing down on all the mattresses to test their firmness. Ron actually found himself enjoying it, because they weren’t the only ones looking.
“This one,” Ron eventually said, calling Hermione over.
She pressed it and then smiled. “I think so.” And she wrote that down, too.
Next, according to Hermione’s list, was to finish off the bedding section and they bought three separate sets of sheets that were the perfect size to fit over the mattress. They came in varying colours from pinks to blues to greens and yellows. But the ones that stood out to Ron were the bright orange set.
“Kind of reminds me of the Cannons,” he said. “Who knows, maybe she’ll be a Quidditch nut like a lot of the Weasleys.”
Clutching a plain white set and a pale pink under each arm, Hermione’s distaste was apparent in the way she looked at it. Before she even spoke, Ron could hear her telling him how it really wasn’t going to match the room and they weren’t going to get it. She even opened her mouth and he could see the words forming, but then, she stopped. Her face relaxed and she smiled up at him. “Do you want to decorate her room?” she asked.
“What?” Ron questioned, confused.
Hermione indicated the sheets she was already holding. “You can, if you want. I mean, choose the covers and everything. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that our children are going to like Quidditch based on the environment they will be growing up in, so… why not give her a Quidditch themed room?”
Ron blinked. Was he hearing right? Hermione, who would look out into the garden and roll her eyes at the unused Quidditch posts that had been there for more than a year, was telling him she wanted to decorate their child’s room in bright orange and black.
“Really?” he said after a moment, his tone tentative.
“Yes, really,” Hermione said. “If you want. We’ll have to probably go to Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade for stuff like that, but… why not.”
Ron grinned, dropping the orange sheets into her hands. “She’ll know all the players by name before she can even talk.”
This time Hermione really did roll her eyes, but she didn’t speak. Instead, she passed the sheets back to Ron, took out her list, and ticked them off from it.
“Next, a pram.”
“Really?”
Hermione turned to him, confused. “What do you mean, really? We’ll need one to get her around.”
“Yeah, but…” And Ron hesitated, searching for the right words. When they’d set out for Nottingham city today, he’d been under the impression they’d be returning with a bed, some sheets and maybe a few toys. Until a few moments ago, he’d never even seen a so-called pram before, let alone thought they’d need one. “Most babies — magical babies — are just carried around. You know, in slings or whatever. I just assumed —”
“Well, we can get one of those, too,” Hermione said. She looked down at the damned list. “I have it here as a maybe. Both would be good. But we could use the pram to go for walks around the neighbourhood. Let her see the sights.”
Ron shook his head. This was once again starting to become a little too much for him. “Alright,” he said. “Alright, let’s get that, too. No one else has one, but we’ll get it.”
“Ron, it’s —”
“I said, let’s get it.” It sounded harsher than he intended it to. He wasn’t angry with Hermione — far from it — but being here had alerted him to how unprepared he’d actually been for having a baby. He could do beds, because even wizards used beds, but… he’d seen Hermione’s list, seen all the other things she’d deemed as essential, and it was far more than he’d ever anticipated.
Until now, he’d thought himself on top of it all. For once, he actually thought entering parenthood was something he could do. His heart was already filled with so much love for their baby; he looked at all the ultrasound pictures on a daily basis. He knew he could handle the feeding, the crying, the nappies, because that was what parents did for their babies. He’d spent a good year and a bit preparing for those moments — looking forward to those moments.
But if he hadn’t known that babies needed a seat with four wheels to be pushed around in, then what else hadn’t he known about? What other parts of becoming a parent was he unprepared for? He wanted to be the best dad he could be, but he could only do that if he knew everything beforehand.
Hermione recoiled at his words, staring up at him in shock. “Ron, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just…” She sighed, shaking her head.
“I said it’s fine,” Ron answered quickly. “We can get one. You choose, though, because I don’t know how the bloody things work. I don’t even know how to drive a car.”
Hermione watched him for a moment, looking surprised, angry and close to tears all at once. That was Hermione, though, especially now that she was pregnant.
He walked away before she could say anything.. He stopped at the first pram and said gruffly, “What about this one?”
Hermione came to join him, her mouth moving, but no words coming out. Ron didn’t dare look at her, because he knew that he needed to get a hold of his emotions quickly. It wasn’t her fault. She’d done nothing wrong. All she was doing was trying to get everything for their baby, who was coming in just ten weeks.
“Ron…” He heard the uncertainty in her voice. “Ron, we need something that… lies flat. This one doesn’t.”
Ron’s hand fell limp at his side as he fought back another wave of frustration. He should have known that.
“Right,” he muttered. “Well, as I said, you choose. I’ll go and look at more blankets, because apparently that’s the only thing I’m capable of understanding.”
Before Hermione could say anything else, and before he could say anything to her that he’d regret, he walked away, feeling the immensity of the situation grow within him with every aisle that he passed.
Prams, strollers, cots, highchairs, different types of blankets, breastfeeding pillows, baby monitors… what else were they going to come home with today? What other strange contraptions or necessities were there that Hermione knew about and he didn’t? She was going to be such a great mum. And until now, he’d thought he’d make an alright dad. But that was when he had thought the most important thing was to be able to love his baby. That, he could do. That, he could do very easily. But he had no clue how to work a pram, or what a baby monitor even was. He hadn’t seen that on Hermione’s list. Maybe there was some kind of spell for that instead.
He shook his head and turned, for some reason, down an aisle with racks of tiny items of clothing. Baby suits, tops, pants, dresses, and even little shoes. There was only one other person there and they paid him no mind.
He ran his hands over the clothes, feeling the softness of the fabrics. Everything was softer than anything he owned, but he supposed that was because babies' skin was more sensitive than that of an adult’s.
A lump formed in his throat, which he fought back down. Fear was an all too familiar emotion for him. He’d felt fear a lot of times in his life — when he’d faced those giant spiders in his second year, when he’d gone to the Ministry to help Sirius and come face-to-face with Death Eaters who would’ve not thought twice to kill a group of teenagers, when he’d heard Hermione’s screams from above him, trapped and unable to do anything in the cellar of Malfoy Manor to help her. When he’d had part of Voldemort’s soul hanging around his neck, whispering horrible things to him, playing on his deepest fears.
But this… this was a whole new level of terrifying, and he was only now beginning to realise it. In two and a half months, he’d be responsible for a whole other human. A tiny, fragile little human who would fit into clothes not much longer than his hands. One who would depend on him for everything, who’d demand his full attention, to feed her, to change her, to protect her.
Why was this only occurring to him now?
It was this place, the shop, that was doing it. He was seeing with his own eyes just how big a job raising a child was.
His fingers stopped on an outfit hanging on one of the racks. It was a pale purple bodysuit with brown teddy bears patterned across it. He picked it up and studied the pattern, unsure as to why it had caused him to stop. There was nothing special about it, nothing overly appealing. But he couldn’t put it back either.
He continued on down the aisle, carrying the teddy bear suit. By the end, he was face-to-face with toddler potties, which was something he assumed they wouldn’t be needing right now. Though, for all he apparently knew, maybe they did.
As he walked down more aisles, not really in search of anything, his fingers kept brushing the soft, purple fabric of the outfit. It was so small. Had he picked up the wrong size? Surely his baby could not be so tiny. But it said ‘newborn’ on the tag, so it must have been right. Hermione would know…
He stopped walking.
Hermione.
He’d just left her by the prams, walked away without an explanation. He’d sounded angry with her, even though he hadn’t been. He’d been scared — terrified, actually — of it all. But he wasn’t usually one to walk away from what scared him. He never had. He’d faced those spiders despite it all, he’d gone to the Ministry, and he’d found a way out of that cellar to get to Hermione.
Although, he’d left the tent that day in the forest… but he tried to come back immediately.
He owed her an explanation. Who knew what she was thinking right now. He walked quickly back down the aisles, still clutching the clothes and sheets. He returned to the pram section, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen.
Had she left already? Or was she somewhere else in the store? It was so big, there was so much…
He began passing every aisle and looking down each in an attempt to find her. He considered maybe calling for her, but thought better of it. That would look pretty pathetic. The only time he'd seen that occur in a Muggle store was by a child who'd lost his parents. The store workers had made an announcement over a speaker and everything.
After what felt like forever in searching, but really, probably only a few minutes, he spotted her by the change tables. It was obvious that she knew he was back, but she didn't acknowledge him, nor did Ron speak. He didn't know what to say.
Then, without a word, she wrote something down on her list and walked off, leaving Ron to follow after her.
The rest of their time there was spent in complete silence. There was no discussion, no wondering; it was just Hermione looking and then making decisions on her own. Like Ron had told her to do.
Eventually, after loading a basket with smaller things such as baby wipes, baby soap, some bath toys, and passing the basket to Ron, she made her way to the counter.
"I'd like to place an order," she said briskly to the worker. Ron thought that was a bit unfair. The worker hadn't done anything to offend her — that was all on Ron. He'd lost it over a stupid pram. "I'd like to have it delivered on Tuesday. My husband will be home then."
That startled Ron. Had she checked his work schedule, or was he now required to ask for the day off for their furniture to arrive?
Rather perplexed by the way Hermione was speaking to him, the worker fumbled for a piece of paper.
"S-sure," he said, though he didn't look sure. In fact, he looked rather nervous. Hermione did have that effect on people who didn't know her at times. It was what made her such a great boss.
"What would you like?"
For the next few minutes, Hermione listed off the big pieces of furniture she'd recorded. Along with the cot and mattress, she had a pram, a change table, a bath and a list of other bits and pieces that were going to go in the baby's room.
Ron just stood beside her without saying anything, no words coming to him even if he'd wanted to speak.
Once the delivery time had been organised (between ten and two on Tuesday), Hermione paid for everything in Muggle money (she had a card to do that with) and then left the store without a word.
Ron went to follow her, but then remembered the teddy bear suit he was still holding. He dug into his pockets, extracting a bunch of Muggle money Hermione insisted he carry at all times. The outfit was fifteen pounds, and he had fifty. The worker gave him change and then Ron hurried after Hermione.
He found her almost at the bus stop.
She must have heard him approaching, because she turned to face him, eyes wide and furious.
“Hermione —” he began, quickly searching for the right words to say.
But before he had the chance, she spoke, her tone cold. “I can get the bus home myself. You can Apparate home.”
“Hermione —” Ron said again. “Listen, I’m so —”
“I’ll see you at home.” She turned on her heel and stalked away before Ron could stop her.
He closed his eyes, the clutching the suit through his pocket, which he’d hurriedly stuffed in there.
After a moment to gather himself, he followed her. He didn’t care how pissed off she was with him, he wasn’t going to let his thirty-week pregnant wife catch a Muggle bus home alone. He’d seen the unruly Muggles who lived in this area — some would consider her a weakness just because she was pregnant (and Hermione would never draw her wand on a Muggle, even in self defence).
He fell inline beside her, but neither of them spoke. They just walked to the bus stop with an icy silence hanging over them.
What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to explain to her that he’d had a moment of panic — of doubt — about his own abilities to be a good dad? He was okay now, the moment of panic subsiding, replaced with a whole load of regret at how he’d reacted. But did she know that? If he looked at things from her point of view, he knew that she thought he was upset with her for wanting to buy a pram and then he had walked off because they couldn’t agree. He’d left her alone in the shop to do it all herself, when really, it was something they’d come to do together.
He shook his head at his own stupidity.
Sitting down at the bus stop and waiting for the bus to come, they still sat in silence. Ron watched her, but she refused to even acknowledge him. So, rather than attempting to rectify the issue now, he just stayed with her.
In silence.
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breakfast in bed; a dramione microfic on ao3
words: 990
rated e, explicit
tags: hogwarts professors, co-workers
a/n: prompt taken from fluff prompts but make them nsfw on twitter. day four prompt: breakfast in bed. originally shared on my twitter, draqo_pctter
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Timely Picture
Sirius Black wakes up after spending 20 years trapped in a portrait by his own family. When Old magics are invoked, and ancient entities recognized, how will events change?
How differently does everything play out when Harry gets a few more snakes in his corner, namely, the true face of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, one of the few houses who still remember the old ways?
As always when a story involves the House of Black, things go to madness quickly.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
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HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS EPISODE 5
Draco : EVERYONE BACK IN THE CAR WE GOTTA GET BACK TO HOGWARTS WE HAVE LESSONS TOMORROW!
Blaise: *gets in the car*
Harry : Drive bitch!
Blaise : *starts going 300 mph towards Hogwarts*
Draco: *smiles while looking at Harry*
Luna : Ewww Gin help they're being sappy!
Pansy: Leave them be Luna
Ginny : Draco, how many fingers am I holding up? *holds up 4 fingers*
Draco : 8 fingers. When did you get 10??
Pansy: Is he drunk?
Theo : He's either really fucking tired or he's high off tattoo ink
Draco: Shhh I'm busy admiring the outside
Neville : Draco, that's Harry, not outside. outside is right there, not there
Draco: OML SAME DIFFERENCE
Blaise : We're back mfs!
Pansy: Hes tired for sure
Molly Weasley : WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?? *stomping angrily towards the car*
Draco: At um
Draco: Somewhere
Ginny : She can see every new piercing, Ron mum looks pissed, we should get back in and start driving. all of us. now. get in go go go!
Blaise : *Starts the car up and starts going 700 mph somehow*
Draco: *opens car door*
Pansy : DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY GET YOUR ARSE BACK IN I AM STRAPPING YOU DOWN RIGHT NOW
Draco: *falls asleep*
Blaise : I'm driving so fast we're flying, we're gonna land on the Astronomy Tower, I'm gonna shrink the car and we are going to RUN to the room of requirement!
Draco: *asleep*
Blaise : JUST LEAVE HIM HE CAN LIVE! REDUCIO! RUN!!
Draco: *wakes up* Oh
Pansy : SORRY YOU'RE SO TINY! YOU WERE ASLEEP AND WE ARE BOOKING IT RIGHT NOW
Molly: RONALD AND GINNY WEASLEY GET YOUR ASSES OUT HERE
Ron : THERE'S THE DOOR COME ON!!
Draco: can someone make me my normal size
Ginny : WHEN WE GET IN THE ROOM
Blaise : *just shut the door behind all of them* Okay, we're safe! Here, Engorgio!
Lucius and Severus: Oh- FUCK sake 😨
Pansy : *immediately follows the sound, covers her eyes and gasps* HOLY SHIT, PROFESSOR???
Lucius: Its not what it looks like-
Pansy : Well what is it then?? *still covering eyes*
Severus: Uh- We were trying on suits-
Luna : You're fucking stuttering!
Severus: Am NoT!
Harry : You sounded a little too confused to be telling the truth honestly, professor
Lucius: WHY ARE YOU EVEN IN HERE!!
Ron and Ginny : Escaping our angry mum
Lucius: THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER ROOMS AND YOU CHOOSE THE ROR
Draco : Also, that wasn't the fuckin question!
Severus: *clears throat* Then what was the question
Hermione : The fuck were you both doing that was bad enough for PANSY OF ALL PEOPLE TO COVER HER EYES AND GASP
Severus: Trying um on suits..
Lucius: We were cuddling and um eating Chinese food also..
Draco : disgusting, get out we're waiting on shit to cool down out there before we die
Lucius: Yeah no seriously we are more scared of Molly than you guys..
Pansy : But you won't get in trouble. Out!
Lucius: *turns light on holding a bowl of teriyaki noodles* We took her left over food.
Ron : Oh shit- well, she's more mad at US now, so just, out please
Severus: No thanks, she'll end up beating all of us to death somehow...
Pansy : Just- out! You'll live, she's definitely forgotten about you!
Severus: I'm about to give you all detention if you keep telling us to get out.
Harry : 😐
Lucius: Why's she mad at y'all anyway?
Draco : Uh- *lifts up sleeve*
Blaise : We hijacked a car, burnt down an entire muggle town in America, got a crap ton of tattoos and we got piercings!
Lucius: *takes a deep breath in*
Lucius: Okay Draco when I said you could do dumb shit, I DIDN'T MEAN BURN DOWN HOUSES
Pansy : Yeah it was fun. And after what I just saw, I wanna kms so come on! let's hand ourselves over to Molly!
Everyone Else(minus Sniv and Lucius) : All for it, let's go
Lucius: We were eating Chinese food- and hugging- WDYMMMM
Pansy : YOU WERE HALF NAKED NOW BYE!
Molly : About time. Care to explain why I got a frantic letter from McGonagall about you lot running off?
Draco: Not my fault blame Harry they dragged me into this
Harry : Hey! Prude!
Molly : Harry James Potter, Ronald Billius Weasley, Ginerva Molly Weasley and Hermione Jean Granger, you ought to know better!
Draco: So you aren't mad at my father for taking your food-?
Molly : Of course I am! Where is he?
Draco: Room of Requirement
Molly : We will talk about this when you get back this summer! *Walks into the room of requirement*
Pansy : Welp, they're dead. Let's go!
Lucius: *eyes widen* WE BETTER RUN
Pansy : *starts dying of laughter as Sniv and Lucius start streaking across the corridor followed closely by Molly*
Lucius: CAN WE HAVE SOME PEACE PLEASE MOLLY
*Narrator's voice* WILL THEY LIVE TO SEE ANOTHER DAY?? HOW WILL THE MAIN 8 GET THROUGH TOMORROW?? FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON HARRY POTTER RANDOMNESS!!
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you’re safe with me
Dramione | Completed | 4.7K words
Also available on AO3!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43323165
As quietly as possibly, Hermione crept inside the library at Malfoy Manor. It was as good a place as any for to catch her metaphorical breath, before she’d need to plaster on a fake smile and rejoin the ball — to keep up appearances. Maybe she could find the book on the origins of arithmancy Draco mentioned the last time they were here? Hermione doubted she’d be back at the Manor any time soon, if ever. Not after this evening has gone exactly as she’d feared, To her great surprise, despite her fraught wartime history, the Manor had somehow become one of her favourite places in the world, with the exception of one permanently sealed drawing room. But alas, Malfoy Manor had once again become ground too dangerous for Hermione Granger to tread, though this time the reasons for it were vastly different.
Hermione idly fiddled with her beaded bag, wondering if the Malfoys would even notice if just one of their many books went missing for a bit. Probably not. She would return it later by owl, of course.
Making her way to her favourite spot in the back corner, Hermione was surprised to find Draco Malfoy collapsed in one of the wing-backed chairs, a hand wearily rubbing his eyes, the other gripped tightly around an empty glass, notes of firewhisky lingering in the air. He hadn’t noticed her.
Recovering as best she could in the circumstance, Hermione deliberately kept her voice light. “Malfoy? Why on Earth are you hiding in the library? This is your Engagement Ball. Shouldn’t you be out there accepting the fawning praise of the Sacred Twenty-Eight for doing your part to keep the Malfoy family tree as devoid of branches as possible?”
Her voice startled him, causing Draco to look momentarily panicked. Though he regained his customary smirk so quickly, perhaps it was only her imagination. Or a trick of the dim light.
“Ha, Granger. Very droll. As a point of clarification, this is my Betrothal Ball, nothing to do with an engagement. And secondly —“ Draco sighed deeply. “Fuck. I just need a break from it all, you know?”
Hermione blinked. She knew. After all, that’s precisely why she was here, but it was conveying to see Draco struggling when he ought to be celebrating the ostensibly happy news. “I do. And you’re safe with me, Auror Malfoy. As always.”
Her partner made a non-committal noise, as he put his empty glass on the side table. The reality of her presence caught up with him and his gaze sharpened. “Why are you here, Granger?”
Hermione laughed softly, hoping she didn’t sound as nervous as she felt. This was not a conversation she wanted to have with him, full stop and she especially did not want to have it now. “Well, Ron’s not accepting the end of our relationship as well as I’d hoped. He’s out their hitting the champagne pretty hard, whilst making eyes at me. Seemed like a good idea to hide out for a bit.”
Technically, everything she’d said was true, but only to a point. It was Hermione’s own inability to stop staring at the future bride’s left hand that prompted her to seek refuge somewhere else. If Ron had been her only issue, she could have drawn on a wealth of experience to simply endure it. But being forced to confront the reality of a future where she would never get what — who — she wanted? That proved to be too much.
Draco snorted. “Really, Grange — the library? It’s your natural habitat. If you wanted to hide almost anywhere else in the Manor would be better than — wait. Did you say the end of your relationship?”
Briefly wondering how much firewhisky he’d had, Hermione plastered that bloody fake smile back on, responding in a falsely bright tone. “Um, yes. Ron and I broke up.”
It was Draco’s turn to blink. He sat silently for a moment, his thinking face — the one he adopted when they were working on a case together — firmly in place. Then he rose from his chair, standing before her, his eyes boring into her own. “When?”
Hermione tried — and bloody failed — to sound breezy. “Oh, late last month.”
Malfoy Heir to wed Miss Astoria Greengrass.
The headline in the Daily Prophet, accompanied by a photo of Draco next to a smiling, beautiful, perfect pureblood witch screamed at Hermione from the front page. She felt as though all the air left her flat, leaving her underwater, unable to her breathe as her carefully crafted illusions about her own feelings disappeared into the ether the very instant she realised she was too late. It was only then Hermione registered just how deeply she was in denial over the extent of feelings for the pale wizard who was definitely not just her co-worker, no matter how many times she’d angrily shouted at otherwise at Ron.
Draco’s expression was inscrutable as he studied her face. “Before or after my betrothal was announced?”
The question was so prescient Hermione did not have her features schooled enough to prevent her jaw from dropping a fraction. She made a hasty correction, though Draco’s narrowed eyes told her she wasn’t quick enough, blast him. “What? That’s not — Malfoy. That has nothing to do —”
“Granger.” Her name was an interruption and a plea.
Unable to pretend any longer, Hermione sighed. “After.”
“Why?” Draco asked in a pained whisper.
“Ron and I were never right for each other — okay? Not really. But when my close friend and partner getting engaged sent me into an emotional tailspin, it really didn’t seem fair to Ron to keep pretending otherwise. Not after assuring him for years I only admired you as a colleague, because we got along so well and we had such a good working relationship.” Keeping her gaze on her shoes, Hermione blinked back tears. “To be fair, I didn’t realise I was lying to him until it was too late.”
Draco’s bitter laugh prompted her to look up and she took in the stunned disbelief in his grey eyes, as well as the undercurrent of anger. Her heart broke just a little bit more.
Hermione swallowed. “I don’t find this particularly funny, Draco. And I think I should just go home.”
“Oh no you don’t, Granger. “ Draco grabbed her wrist, pulling her close as he pressed her hand over his heart, his eyes blazing into hers. “I only agreed to this damned betrothal because you were still bafflingly with that unworthy tosser and I couldn’t bear to continually hope you’d eventually see that he wasn’t right for you. That you’d eventually see me.”
Hermione blinked back tears, unsuccessfully trying to pull away from Draco’s grip, overwhelmed by his intensity and nearness. “I always saw you, Draco. But I never thought you’d see me as anything more than what we already were.” Unable to look at him, she used her free hands to point in the direction of the ballroom, where his betrothed was currently holding court and Draco flinched, dropping her hand. Summoning her resolve, Hermione spoke again, the words like ash on her tongue. “Given our inability to effectively communicate,I will be requesting to be transferred out of Magical Law Enforcement. The Unspeakables still try to recruit me a couple of times a year — I’ll see if I can move there.”
“No.” He looked stricken, his voice pa whisper as he shook his head.
Hermione’s voice broke. “Draco, working with you the past three years has been hard enough. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep doing it now.”
“You think it’s been hard for you? I’ve watched the only witch I’ve ever loved be with someone who takes her for granted, does not appreciate her and has the unmitigated gall to incessantly complain about her to me whenever I’ve been forced to speak with him.”
“Ron was likely trying to convince you I wasn’t a very good girlfriend because he was jealous of us — of our working relationship, I mean. We fought about it constantly, Malfoy.”
“And his way of coping was to try to diminish you at every opportunity?”
“Oh lay off of him, Malfoy! He’s not the one who spent the entire time being in love with someone else.”
Draco’s mouth was on hers before the last syllable left her lips, quickly swallowing her startled gasp. One hand cradled her chin as the other pulled her hips flush against his and Hermione whimpered, losing herself in the feel of his tongue gliding against hers as her body pressed into him. Her blood sang as she grabbed fistfuls of his robe, desperate to pull him closer still — the years of unspoken, mutual longing becoming thoroughly unmasked with the worst fucking timing. She stiffened, as she recalled why she was at the Manor in the first place.
As if hit with the same realisation, Draco abruptly let her go. She instantly stepped back — keeping more than an arm’s width away as they stared at each other, panting.
Draco spoke first, his words full of quiet desperation. “I can get out of it, Granger. If you’ll have me.”
Hermione’s heart clenched. “I feel really bad about that for her sake, but not so bad I’m willing for us both to be perpetually miserable over it. I was having a hard enough time when I thought it was just me. How badly will your parents react?”
As far as Hermione was concerned, this was an open question. Over the past few years, she’d become far closer to the Malfoys than she would’ve ever dreamed possible. Narcissa was quite fond of her, frequently insisting they take tea together — just the two of them as Draco was deliberately not invited. She ate dinner with the family once or twice a month. While it took longer for Lucius to come around on her, he had reluctantly admitted she was just as talented and capable as his son, even though it clearly pained him to say the words aloud. Hermione harboured secret affection for the still somewhat vainglorious older man— particularly after l realising he was too much like his son for her to ever truly dislike. But the elder Malfoys acceptance of her was in her role as Draco’s partner at the DMLE — a role where she frequently saved his life. There was an enormous gulf between accepting Muggle-born Hermione Granger as their son’s colleague or even close friend, and accepting Muggle-born Hermione Granger permanently into their family, particularly when such acceptance would ultimately end the Malfoy family’s status as a purebloods.
It had not been lost on Hermione that outwardly both of Draco’s parents appeared delighted at the prospect of Astoria Greengrass becoming the future Lady Malfoy — something that hurt Hermione more than she’d expected, even when she has no right to that pain.
“I do not fucking care.” Draco’s voice was iron. “And for what it’s worth, this is a love match for Astoria either. It’s a business arrangement made by our respective families. I’m not saying she’ll be happy about it. But I won’t be breaking anyone’s heart.”
Oh. That was a relief. Hermione chewed her lip. “How long?”
“Tomorrow — by the end of day. I’d do it tonight, but that seems unnecessarily cruel.”
“Right.” Hermione thought quickly, her mind still reeling from the kiss and the fact she’d just admitted out loud she loved him. Although assuming she hadn’t misheard, Draco technically declared his love first. “I’m going home and I will stay there for the rest of the weekend. My floo will be closed to everyone who isn’t you. If I don’t hear from you by Sunday, I will put in my transfer request at the Ministry on Monday morning.”
“You will hear from me, Granger. You have my word. I intend to tell my parents tonight.”
“Tell her first.” Hermione blurted out the words before she could stop herself, apprehension working its way up her spine.
Draco was nonplussed. “Why? Honestly, Granger, as I said the entire thing was arranged by our parents anyway. They’ll have to be involved.”
“Tell her first and have someone else you trust — like Theo — with you when you tell your parents.”
“Hermione, I don’t —“
Her fears overtook her and she cut him off. “Every time your parents have invited me to dinner over the past six months, Lucius has been unsubtle in telling me he expects you to wed soon. Then at the office, you’ve been telling me about how much they were pressuring you into accepting a betrothal arrangement that you said you didn’t want. I’m not accusing him of anything, truly — but while I can most likely live with you deciding to proceed with your existing betrothal, not without some assurance it was your decision in truth.”
Draco’s eyes went wide as he grasped her meaning. “Point taken. I don’t think Father would do that, Granger. But I also don’t feel certain enough to say he’d never do it. So some precautions wouldn’t hurt. I’ll speak with Theo before he leaves tonight.” Draco tucked a curl behind her ear as he spoke, before leaning forward — clearly intent on kissing her again, stopping when he felt her hand pushing him back.
“Draco, I feel enough guilt over the earlier admittedly bloody amazing kiss, especially seeing how your Betrothal Ball is still on-going as we speak. To say nothing of how bad I feel about the emotional affair I didn’t quite realise I was having while still with Ron.”
Hermione had already been tempted to beg him to shag her against the bookshelves during visits to this part of the library. And that was while she was still trying to convince herself constantly thinking about the wizard before her was merely an idle fantasy that wasn’t hurting anyone. She had no confidence in her ability to resist sharing that desire if he kissed her like that again. “I’m going to leave now, before I do more things I regret. But I expect I to see you soon, Malfoy.”
“You will, Granger. I promise.”
Seized by hope and terror in equal measure, Hermione nodded, managing a small smile before apparating out of the Manor and into her tiny, darkened flat. Only then did she allow the floodgates to open, sliding to the floor as she wept, not even attempting to sort out which of her tangled emotions prompted the tears.
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When her floo roared to life the next evening, Hermione’s heart nearly beat out of her chest. Instinctively hiding her chewed nails, she frantically tamped down the blossoming surge of hope inside her before she has unambiguous confirmation from Draco. What if he was only coming over to let her know in person that he’d reconsidered?
So when Draco strode directly towards her from the fireplace and kissed as intensely as he had the night before, her soul cried out in relief. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, frantically pulling him, needing him as close as possible.
After a long moment, he pulled back to look at her, palpable relief etched across Draco’s own features as he stroked her back. Seemed as though he’d also worried she might reconsider.
“It’s done. Everyone knows. The Greengrasses are not happy, but as it turns out, Astoria wasn’t particularly upset. Especially not after I insisted the settlement for breaking the betrothal go to her and not her parents. Seems like she prefers independence over a marriage to me in any event.”
Well there was an unexpected balm for her conscience, but Hermione didn’t really care about Astoria Greengrass, not that she relished the thought of the witch being hurt. But she didn’t know the witch.
Narcissa and Lucius were another story. They’d become dear to her and she was terrified about what their reactions might be. “And your parents?” she asked, unable to hid her nervousness.
So she was taken aback when Draco’s eyes lit up with joy. He coughed, attempting — poorly — to hide a smirk. “About that. I have a letter for you from my father.”
Her nerves were stil on high alert as she opened the sealed parchment with trembling hands, frowning as she took in Draco’s poorly concealed grin.
My dear Miss Granger,
You wound me. After my concerted effort to welcome you into my ancestral home and indeed into our lives, you truly believe me to be capable of acting against my son’s wishes in matters of the heart? For shame, Miss Granger. For shame.
Since my efforts on this front also managed to escape my son’s notice, I will spell it out plainly for you here, just as I had to for Draco in person. I told you I expected my son to wed soon for the very same reason I told him he must either make his own choice or accept a betrothal from his parents. Namely, so you foolish children would realise you are perfect for each other and act accordingly!
Do not misunderstand me. Astoria Greengrass is a fine witch and she has left Malfoy Manor with more galleons than her parents would have ever deigned to give her and my heartfelt felicitations. But Miss Granger had the match proceeded, she would have been a consolation prize to more than just Draco.
My dear, after seeing first-hand the lamentable consequences of attempts to force my choices on Draco, I want nothing more than for you to marry my son and make him happy, as I (ahem) was always aware that you are in fact, his choice. I have loved none but my dearest Narcissia, but that is only because the fates smiled on me when I did not deserve it. Draco, however, deserves the world. Seeing as you are his world, I was compelled to act to see him happily settled with you at his side, permanently.
(As an aside, I think it uncouth for me to point out that no one — such as yourself — worthy of a Malfoy ought to be saddled with a Weasley. Further, I fear it would also be uncouth for me to discuss how often I pondered why a witch happy in her ‘relationship’ would spend so much of her limited free time in the home of her ‘colleague’ dining with his parents — occasionally doing so even when my son was unavailable, and Narcissa and I were blessed to have you all to ourselves. One might forgive me for assuming it meant you enjoyed our company. But I digress and as I do not wish to be uncouth, I will say neither of those things.)
While I must confess that your doubt has caused me some genuine hurt, in truth it is only a small injury to my pride and this letter is perhaps more harsh than the injury itself justifies. Narcissa and I are overjoyed the pair of you have finally, as I understand Muggles say, “gotten your shite together” and I expect (and in truth demand) to see even more of you at the Manor than we have in the past. All of the denizens of Malfoy Manor have missed you terribly over the past month — with Bunny left especially bereft by your absence. (In time, I hope you can forgive yourself for hurting a house elf. If it helps, I do not believe she intends to hold a grudge.)
For the sake of moving forward as a family, I will admit that given my history, your caution to Draco that he ought to involve Theo when telling us of his intentions was wise. One might even go so far as to describe it as a cunning choice on your part. (You know my dear, despite how often you claim your hat-stall was between those abominable do-gooders and Ravenclaw, your evasiveness on questioning has led me to wonder if Slytherin actually had the next best claim on you. If you confess this to me, all will be forgiven and I will forget you ever suspected me capable of treachery when in truth I only had the very best of fatherly intentions towards you both.)
I expect to see you both at the Manor soon. We intend to proceed with wedding planning, far more joyously now the correct bride is in place. (Narcissa tells me it would not be appropriate to have a second betrothal ball and was not swayed in the slightest when I pointed out it would actually be the first ever Malfoy Engagement Ball. I do hope your heart wasn’t set on that my dear, as I have reluctantly acceded my wife’s better judgement in this regard.) I have instructed my son to ask you himself properly, in the Muggle fashion. The ring belonged to my mother, who would have adored you had she lived in a world where meeting you was possible. Do not fret about the heirloom, it suits you — just as you are.
By now, Miss Granger, I hope you realise you have stolen the hearts of all the Malfoys. Please take care with them — for though we have a well-earned reputation for ferocity in most matters, our hearts are unaccustomed to the fray and thus, more fragile than you might expect. If it helps, pretend we are similar to house elves and treat us accordingly. (Of course, except for the time you ignored Bunny for a month. None of us could withstand such cruelty from a loved one.)
Narcissa and I love our son very much, and while he is in no way deficient, I must confess we always longed for a daughter. We are waiting for you, my dear. And please be merciful with Draco — as the cleverest among us, he was the first to recognize your true worth and has therefore been waiting for you the longest.
With great love and affection,
Lucius Abraxas Malfoy
P.S., Turn around.
Feeling dazed, Hermione did as the letter bade. She was at turns bewildered, amused, mildly irritated and deeply touched by the words written by Lucius Malfoy. So utterly engrossed by the parchment in her hands, that Hermione hadn’t noticed Draco getting down on one knee.
He held out a ring — a simple one by Malfoy standards. A reasonably sized emerald, set with smaller diamonds on either side. Lucius was right, it did suit her — far better than the ridiculously enormous diamond which had graced Astoria’s finger the night before, a ring Hermione simultaneously loathed and deeply coveted.
Over the years, she had witnessed Draco in all manner of precarious situations. Their line of work was dangerous and as partners they had been frequently been in peril together. She was struck by how odd it was — to see fear on his face for first time since she’d acceded to Robards unenthusiastic plea for her to accept Draco as her partner, a request only made after the rest of the department had already refused. Strange to realized she could be the one provoke that fear, especially when she loved him so.
Draco exhaled before speaking, his voice clear as his eyes never left hers. “Hermione. If this feels too sudden, I’ll tell Father he can go hang and I will wait until you are ready. But you should know I’m not asking because he or Mother or anyone else wants me to. I want to, Granger — me. I want to know you are finally mine. In fact, I want the whole world to know you are mine. Because you — Hermione Jean Granger — you and no one else, are my choice. Now and always.”
Hermine bit her lip, nodding at him as tears slid freely down her cheeks — waiting.
Draco’s anxiety disappeared and his eyes filled with tears as well as the most beautiful smile she’d ever witnessed graced his face. “Hermione, will you marry me?”
“Yes. Of course I will, yes.”
She would have said more, but she was back in Draco’s embrace too quickly and her ability to speak was hindered for a long time thereafter — not that she was complaining. When they finally separated, clothing in disarray and ring on her finger, Hermione took a few minutes to respond to her future father-in-law. After she sent off her owl, Hermone dragged her fiancee into her bedroom without a word — not that he had any complaints either.
Once there, Draco set upon her like a man possessed, quickly divesting her of everything that wasn’t her engagement ring as he explained in detail exactly how he intended to fulfil every fantasy he had about her over the past three years. Seeing howthey were more or less the same fantasies Hermione had about him, she was more than happy to oblige.
Happy coincidence, that.
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Lucius Malfoy sat in his study at Malfoy Manor, immensely pleased with himself for finally getting his oblivious children on the right path. He was in the midst of his second self-congratulatory glass of firewhisky when an unfamiliar owl interrupted his reverie.Lucius’s curiosity already piqued and it only l grew on further inspection, when he discovered the letter was charmed so it could only be opened and read by himself. Quickly confirming there were no dark spells at play, Lucius opened the envelope and began to read.
My Dearest Lucius,
If you don’t irrevocably and unequivocally forgive me for my unintentional slight to you (as well as promise to never bring the matter up again in the future) I will convince Draco to elope with me within the month. Further, I will — with copious tears in my eyes — tell Narcissa that your letter is what pushed me to do so, thus laying the blame for depriving her of the opportunity to throw us a lavish wedding squarely at your feet.
However, should you graciously accept my terms without fuss (ahem), not only will I enthusiastically allow Narcissa to plan our wedding, I promise on the occasion of our tenth wedding anniversary I will tell you the unabridged version of my initial encounter with the sorting hat. Between us both, I do not think you will be disappointed by the tale.
Choose wisely.
Affectionately,
The Future Mrs. Hermione Granger-Malfoy
P.S.
I look forward to receiving your reply by the end of business on Friday; failing which, I will be forced to put my alternative plans in motion.
P.P.S.
Having said that, please do not feel like you have to rush your decision on my account. For the next few days at least, Draco and I expect to be quite preoccupied.
P.P.P.S.
I love you too.
The very instant Lucius read the last word, Miss Granger’s letter burst into flame, vanishing in a puff of smoke which destroyed all evidence of her affectionate threats. No one was present to witness it, but the brief light from the fire illuminated an actual grin on the face of Lord Malfoy, the likes of which was only rarely seen by his wife.
Lucius chuckled as he brought the firewhisky to his lips and took a hearty sip from the tumbler. Hermione Granger was going to fit in here beautifully.
He fervently hoped any future grandchildren would have curls.
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Luz Verde (Green Light)
Luz Verde (Green Light)
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by LucyMalfoy80
Hermione Jean Grange fue abandonada por alguna razón desconocida en el mundo muggle a corta edad y posteriormente fue adoptada por el matrimonio Granger, quienes le dieron su apellido y una verdadera familia.
Una década más tarde, a la edad de one años, ella es visitada por un par de extraños, dos magos que le cuenta la verdad de su origen mágico y le ofrecen la posibilidad de asistir al Colegio Hogwarts de Magia y Hechicería para convertirla en una gran bruja.
En el trancurso de los días previos al inicio escolar se relaciona con Albus Dumbledore, la familia Malfoy y el profesor Severus Snape, que se convierte en su tutor legal para todo fin relacionado con el mundo mágico. Hermione forjará poco a poco una amistad con Draco Malfoy luego de un encuentro que, tal vez, cambie sus vidas para siempre.
Words: 8365, Chapters: 3/40, Language: Español
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy's Owl, Hermione Granger, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy
Additional Tags: Hogwarts First Year, Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Love, Hogwarts, Slytherin Hermione Granger, Slytherin Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Harry Potter, Slytherins Being Slytherins, Slytherin Pride, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy In Love, Pureblood Hermione Granger, Adopted Hermione Granger
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COMING SOON
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Betrayals.....Loyalties....Fuck it runs in the family doesn't it?
by slytherin_snake123
What if Voldemort dies in the battle at the ministry? What if things go differently afterwards? Harry faces the ultimate betrayal as secrets come to light....
In New York, Tony is having date night with Steve, when someone crashes their date ......literally.
Read to find out more
Words: 1493, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Harry Potter, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Friday (Marvel), Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harry potter / peter parker/ michelle jones, Harry Potter & Tony Stark, Harry Potter & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Harry Potter, Peter Parker/Harry Potter, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Harry Potter, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Hermione Granger & Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley & Michelle Jones, Hermione Grange & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & May Parker (Spider-Man)
Additional Tags: Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Tony, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Not Natasha Romanov Friendly (Marvel), Not Wanda Maximoff Friendly, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Captain America: Civil War (Movie), BAMF Molly Weasley, BAMF Pepper Potts, BAMF James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, BAMF Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Remus Lupin Bashing, Abused Harry Potter, Voldemort Dies (Harry Potter)
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Betrayals.....Loyalties....Fuck it runs in the family doesn't it?
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by slytherin_snake123
What if Voldemort dies in the battle at the ministry? What if things go differently afterwards? Harry faces the ultimate betrayal as secrets come to light....
In New York, Tony is having date night with Steve, when someone crashes their date ......literally.
Read to find out more
Words: 1490, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Harry Potter, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Friday (Marvel), Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harry potter / peter parker/ michelle jones, Harry Potter & Tony Stark, Harry Potter & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Harry Potter, Peter Parker/Harry Potter, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Harry Potter, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Hermione Granger & Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley & Michelle Jones, Hermione Grange & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & May Parker (Spider-Man)
Additional Tags: Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Tony, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Not Natasha Romanov Friendly (Marvel), Not Wanda Maximoff Friendly, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Captain America: Civil War (Movie), BAMF Molly Weasley, BAMF Pepper Potts, BAMF James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, BAMF Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Remus Lupin Bashing, Abused Harry Potter, Voldemort Dies (Harry Potter)
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"Draco Malfoy non aveva mai avuto una scelta, finché Hermione Granger non gliene aveva data una. Finché Hermione Granger non era divenuta la scelta stessa."
- Da Fine Line di Stillathogwarts, Fanfiction Dramione ITA ⤵️
#draco malfoy#hermione granger#dramione#dramione ff#dramione wattpad#dramione ita#dramione fanfic#draco and hermione#hogwarts#slytherin#gryffindor
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Betrayals.....Loyalties....Fuck it runs in the family doesn't it?
by slytherin_snake123
What if Voldemort dies in the battle at the ministry? What if things go differently afterwards? Harry faces the ultimate betrayal as secrets come to light....
In New York, Tony is having date night with Steve, when someone crashes their date ......literally.
Read to find out more
Words: 1490, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Harry Potter, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Friday (Marvel), Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harry potter / peter parker/ michelle jones, Harry Potter & Tony Stark, Harry Potter & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Harry Potter, Peter Parker/Harry Potter, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Harry Potter, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Hermione Granger & Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley & Michelle Jones, Hermione Grange & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & May Parker (Spider-Man)
Additional Tags: Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Tony, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Not Natasha Romanov Friendly (Marvel), Not Wanda Maximoff Friendly, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Captain America: Civil War (Movie), BAMF Molly Weasley, BAMF Pepper Potts, BAMF James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, BAMF Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Remus Lupin Bashing, Abused Harry Potter, Voldemort Dies (Harry Potter)
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43413207
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Betrayals.....Loyalties....Fuck it runs in the family doesn't it?
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by slytherin_snake123
What if Voldemort dies in the battle at the ministry? What if things go differently afterwards? Harry faces the ultimate betrayal as secrets come to light....
In New York, Tony is having date night with Steve, when someone crashes their date ......literally.
Read to find out more
Words: 1490, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: M/M, Multi
Characters: Harry Potter, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Vision (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Friday (Marvel), Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Harry potter / peter parker/ michelle jones, Harry Potter & Tony Stark, Harry Potter & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Harry Potter, Peter Parker/Harry Potter, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & James "Rhodey" Rhodes, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Harry Potter, May Parker (Spider-Man) & Peter Parker, Hermione Granger & Michelle Jones, Ron Weasley & Michelle Jones, Hermione Grange & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Ron Weasley, Michelle Jones & Tony Stark, Michelle Jones & May Parker (Spider-Man)
Additional Tags: Hurt Tony Stark, Hurt Tony, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Not Natasha Romanov Friendly (Marvel), Not Wanda Maximoff Friendly, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Captain America: Civil War (Movie), BAMF Molly Weasley, BAMF Pepper Potts, BAMF James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley Friendship, BAMF Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Remus Lupin Bashing, Abused Harry Potter, Voldemort Dies (Harry Potter)
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Blaise and Theo love to screw around with Draco because let’s be honest, Draco is horrible with sharing and his reactions are THE BEST.
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Bargain with the devil
Bargain with the devil
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by BlackBirds666
Hermione Granges should’ve listened but she didn’t. Instead she had made up some kind of bargain between them – each saves the other’s life. But she miscalculated. The Devil always tricks you when you barging with him.
Now, what could Draco Malfoy possibly do witch this knowledge on dark artefacts in his sixth year in Hogwarts?
Words: 2707, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, Multi
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Community: Dramione FanFiction Forum, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, POV Hermione Granger, Angst and Romance, Death Eaters, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Slytherin, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Explicit Sexual Content, Hogwarts Sixth Year
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November 07, 2023 at 11:47PM
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