#hermione motherfucking granger

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Too Far and Snakey

#uh but this won't happen for a couple of chapters #heart eyes motherfucker #I know tumblr chose white but I summed all the votes with IG and blue won #lumione #lucius malfoy #hermione granger #procreate #digital illustration #digital art #my art #hermione fanart #lucius malfoy fanfiction #lucius malfoy fanart #hermione granger fanart #lmhg #Harry potter fanart

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five scenes from the harry potter books that altered my brain chemistry (re this ask)

SCREAM.... HERMIONE GRANGER YOU WILL LITERALLY ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!!

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Hermione punching Draco in Book 3. Not the moment in particular, which is beautiful and well-earned, but specifically the fact that he doesn't say shit to her for the rest of the series. Hilarious. Incredible. He goes from mocking her every chance he gets to just like, occasionally snickering when something happens to her, or going after Harry or Ron (while ignoring Hermione altogether). And what's more, he doesn't retaliate. Draco "my father will hear about this" Malfoy doesn't tell anyone that he got smacked (and we know he's not too proud for it; he whines forever about Buckbeak). But nope, not Hermione. He's literally just like "holy fuck, never mind, point taken." You ever punch someone so hard they spontaneously manifest the ability to mind their own goddamn business?

Draco's bathroom scene in Book 6 — it's a humanizing moment for someone on the other side of the conflict, and it hammers home how young he is, how young they both are, despite the fact that they're becoming principal players in the war. It also shows how he's trapped by his family, which is a choice that he's made, but also something that he can't easily throw off —this is the scene that spawned a million "the boy who had no choice" edits, which I disagree with from a factual point of view, but I appreciate the elegance of it as a thematic counterpoint to Harry (who is, you know, if anybody, actually the boy who had no choice).

Hermione's Yule Ball Cinderella moment, which is so beautifully done and treats my girl so well, but also specifically the fact that Draco Malfoy canonically thinks she's beautiful. It's a great moment for the whole fandom, really, because if you like Draco then it's cute, and if you hate him then it's funny/ironic/well-deserved bit of comeuppance. Everybody wins!

When Sirius is talking to Harry in Book 5, and he's disappointed that Harry won't let him sneak out to Hogsmeade, he gets really catty and cruel: "You're less like your father than I thought. The risk's what would have made it fun, for James." Like, wow! What a fucking horrible thing to say to an orphan who's trying to save your life, jackass! But also: how fascinating, and what a great insight into Sirius's character, and also what a great read on how Harry and James are different people — added to the layer of complexity that we don't know if that's even true, because Sirius is in a snit right now, and lashing out, so we don't actually know if James would endorse this — if it risked his best friend's life, or his son's, he probably wouldn't! Or — or or or — the more likely possibility that fifteen year-old James would've jumped for this, but twenty-year-old James wouldn't have, suggesting that Sirius is conflating Harry with the younger James in order to try to relive his glory days as a Marauder, likely as a trauma response — I could talk about that moment forever, but TLDR, it's the key to Sirius's whole character, in my opinion.

bonus: "there is no need to call me sir, professor" (certified classic, a legend for a reason, no notes).

five scenes from the movies that altered your brain chemistry:

"She only likes you because you're the chosen one!" "I am the chosen one 😏" [WHACK]. they're siblings your honor

The moment they're all gathered to console Ron after he asks out Fleur to the Yule Ball, and Hermione's like oh she said no, and Ron shakes his head, and she goes: "...She said YES???" 🤭 and it's just such a babygirl moment. Emma Watson gives Hermione a very expressive face — it is, admittedly, what Jenny Nicholson might call an "eyebrow heavy" performance — but it's just delightful in scenes like this, where it's clear she absolutely cannot hide her feelings to save her life.

Not really a scene, but all of Draco's fun little outfits. Motherfucker will NOT wear his school uniform and I love it. We have the Iconique black suit from book 6, the turtlenecks, the cable jumpers, the disheveled-shirtsleeves look from the bathroom scene (whore), and especially the big dumb fur hat he wears outside (hideous. fashion icon).

McGonagall telling Neville to get Seamus to blow up the bridge to Hogwarts ("boom?" "boom!" what the fuck. she's so cute); followed by Seamus's immediate, absolutely doubtless "I can bring it down!!" like the total confidence he has... it's just a really adorable moment between a teacher and her students who clearly all love each other a lot. it's about community! they're books about community I could go on for HOURS—

Much darker moment, but Amos Diggory's reaction to Cedric's death. The actor sells that shit so well it scarred me as a kid— that ragged, unhinged, scream of grief he does when he sees Cedric's body, the way he cradles it to his chest, those heartbreaking two little words: "My boy..." Oh, my God. It goes so far beyond the emotional level that the books operate on, because it's live action, and the actor understands that this realism is crucial to you believing what's about to happen. You are watching a parent mourn the death of his only child, and it's CRUCIAL, because it's the turning point of the whole series. The death of an innocent child is the point at which Harry Potter becomes a series about war, and Amos Diggory is the first one to know it.

#“i like really good quidditch players” ripped the wig off my head and hurtled it out the window when i was 12 #my heart rate has STILL not stabilized from that moment #I think because it's such a perfect encapsulation of Hermione. smart clever funny mean girl! #harry potter #thank you for the ask this was fun <3 #much love !!

[fyeahcompetentwomen]

Elimination Poll Group 3

This is the first of two elimination polls that I'll post today. The top three scorers in this group of 10 will get the three spots left in Group 3 of the bracket! This poll only goes one day, so vote quick!

Endorsement/blurbs under the readmore!

Fleur Delacour, Harry Potter: Part Veela, adept with charms and overall magic, plus a proven healer with Hermione Granger.

Iris, Pokémon: [good at] Pokémon battling

Guinan, Star Trek: Excels at bartending and knowing absolutely everything that is happening on the ship and being always a few steps ahead of others. Always ready to listen, even if she probably already knows what you're going to say.

Jocelyn "Joss" Carter, Person of Interest: An excellent detective and probably the only truly good cop ever. She cares about helping people and refuses to use her power as a cop to take advantage of others. Her ideas of good and bad are clear, but over the course of the show she learns where to be flexible in order to do the right thing for people who need her help.

Amy Rose, Sonic the Hedgehog: 12 YEAR OLD WITH MASSIVE HAMMER. UNGODLY STRENGTH (CANON. IN THE COMICS SHE LIFTED UP A HAMMER 14x HER SIZE). LED(LEAD?? I CANT REMEMBER IF LEAD IS LIKE READ WHERE IT CAN BE READ DIFFERENTLY) A WHOLE RESISTANCE TO SAVE THE WORLD AND IS STILL ORGANISING THE EFFORTS TO FIX THE WORLD AFTER EVERY SINGLE DISASTER!! is being The most emotionally Mature motherfucker in her Friend circle count Towards being competent? OH YEAH SHES ALSO GREAT AT FORTUNE TELLING! TO THE POINT WHERE THEY ALL COME TRUE. IIRC. I DONT KNOW IF SHES MAGIC OR IF THE CARDS ARE. THERES A GOOD VIDEO BY AL THE BOI ON AMY AND HER CARDS. yeah :) i love Her shes Silly :)) she's Also a very good Cook!

Donna Clark, Halt and Catch Fire: Engineering. Can fix pretty much anything. Successful business woman

Cassandra Pentaghast, Dragon Age: When she sees a problem she does something about it. She has no time for people who “sit in the fire and complain that it is hot.” She starts an entire organization to combat problems the government and church would prefer to ignore. She has a fine tuned sense of justice and is excellent at sword play.

Donna Noble, Doctor Who: even before she was the DoctorDonna, she was able to research enough to follow the adipose trail and find The Doctor. She is a temp, and doesn't care who knows because those skills are worth more than people think.

Miranda Priestly, The Devil Wears Prada: Editor in Chief of Runway, she runs a fashion empire and she's always in charge and more than on time!

Nemona, Pokémon: [good at] Pokémon battling

#bracket prep #elimination round #1 day poll #poll #group 3 #fuck yeah competent women #fyeahcompetentwomen

[the-francakes]

I WANNA SEE SOME ARSE hit 500 kudos today! Thank you to everyone that read and enjoyed it!

Harry Potter has a beautiful arse. 

Round and plump.  Made of pure muscle and just enough fat that it'll probably give a lovely jiggle if you spank it.  It’s like a peach that bounces with each step; a bruise would be both a shame and delight.  It straddles the line between wanting to worship perfection and needing to completely destroy it until it’s bruised with bite marks. 

It’s a testament to whatever the fuck the Auror Training Program is.  How often did they work out? Shouldn’t they be studying laws and not making their bodies belong in museums? Professional Quidditch Players don’t even have arses this nice.  

No, this arse. This. Arse. THIS ARSE. 

Harry Potter’s arse barely fits in his heather-grey joggers. The seams pull and whine as he walks and when he fucking squats? The material would be crying real tears if it could.  And there’s no reason for him to be squatting.  No. They’re all in a bloody hotel lobby, waiting to check into their hotel room, so there’s no reason for him to be on the balls of his feet, squatting in the middle of the hotel, completely unaware that his arse is just ripe for the taking. 

Theo is sure he’s about to drown in the amount of drool in his mouth that he can’t swallow down fast enough. And he’s a good swallower.  He’s been told multiple times. But, fuck, this? He is brutally hard and needs a cold shower right this motherfucking second. 

“You and Potter will be rooming together,” Draco says, slapping the hotel key into Theo’s chest. 

Theo chokes on his spit.  He coughs a few times, his entire body flushing with pent-up lust, and he scrambles for words.  

“What…fuck? Why?” 

tags: COMPLETE, EXPLICIT, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Minor Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoymentions, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, One hotel room, one bed, Forced Proximity, Voyeurism, Awkward Crush, Alcohol, Drinking Games, Blow Jobs, Ass to Mouth, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Smut, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Fluff and Smut, Pining, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Taking the 4 founders name in vain

#nottpott #harry potter/theo nott #theo nott #theodore nott #theo nott x harry potter #harry potter fan fiction #hpff

[dhr-ao3]

Cinderella and the Motherfucking Birth of Jesus H. Christ

Cinderella and the Motherfucking Birth of Jesus H. Christ https://ift.tt/OYPHTUz by NIU (misCOWculation) "It was a collaborative work," explained Lavender. "I see," said Tom, slowly. He flipped to a random page, reading out: "'And Mary said: 'Get the three fucking wise guys.''" "Mary would never say that," Seamus said firmly. "I'm back to being Catholic, so I know." "Yes, thank you, Finnigan." -- When Hagrid's dog, Fang, sexually assaults Filch's cat, Mrs Norris, a school-wide war ensues. At the same time, there's trouble afoot in the production of this year's Christmas play, directed by one Percy Weasley. Harry wants to woo Tom. Tom wants to court death. There's a Grim out for Seamus. Hermione is plotting Lucius Malfoy's social downfall. Parvati is head over heels for Jesus. Ron just wanted a quiet year. An AU featuring: Tomarry, Dramione, and a castle full of crazy Words: 1666, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Diary Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Argus Filch, Rubeus Hagrid, Parvati Patil, Lavender Brown, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Colin Creevey, Ginny Weasley, Percy Weasley, Hogwarts Students, Padma Patil, Cedric Diggory, Hogwarts Staff, Mrs Norris (Harry Potter), Fang (Harry Potter), Penelope Clearwater, Oliver Wood, Luna Lovegood, Lucius Malfoy Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Parvati Patil & Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hogwarts Third Year, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Christmas, hogwarts students perform a christmas play, feat. director percy weasley, Blasphemy, Quidditch, will tom be cinderella or will he be jesus, Mistletoe, Courtroom Drama, Slytherin Harry Potter via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/OrCTaWi January 05, 2024 at 03:53PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[ashlyns-general-blog]

So, I am making a little shonen project, right? Well, while using ChatGPT to help me narrow down some character tropes to label some of my characters under ('cause I can't just remember all the tropes off the top of my head) and this popped up? Ah, yes, my favorite Shonen Anime Harry Potter.

Hermione motherfucking Granger.

It's 1 am ChatGPT, you can't just through something that funny to me and expect me not to laugh.

My family is, or rather, was asleep.

#story project #world building #shonen #anime tropes #harry potter #Hermione Granger #Harry-kun #Hermione-chan #Harry Potter and the Goblet of Ramen #Harry Potter and the Order of the Magical Girl Transformation #Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Waifu #Hewwy Pottew and teh Phiwosophew's Stwone #Hewwy Pottew and teh Pwisonew of Azkabawn #Hewwy Pottew and teh Deathwy Hawwows

[rainreignrayn]

Obliviate (Chapter 6: False Gods)

**a/n probably one of my favorite early chapters**

Draco stumbled out of the Room of Requirement once again, brimming with exhaustion and endless hate. This session was more grueling than the last, likely because the Dark Lord was on the other end to watch the proposed trial run. After checking to make sure his cloaking spells were unwavering, he began the long, solemn trek back to the dungeons. It was better to stay hidden the entire time until he was within the security of his common room, safe from peering eyes. He felt like he’d kill himself if some doe-eyed first year ran into him and cried out in terror again.

Draco took the back route of the castle to the Slytherin dormitories. Few knew of it and those who did avoided it for the restless poltergeists and the ridiculously lengthy path. It was after he turned the third stupid corner, though, that the route was no longer ridiculous nor stupid. Quite miraculous, actually.

Because there sat Hermione Granger.

Cloaked, just like him - Lucius endlessly trained Draco on warps in the corner of his eye, and today he was grateful, because he was able to end the disillusionment for his eyes only. To everyone else, he would keep her secret.

Hermione Granger was sitting in a raised alcove hugging a tall window, overlooking the hills of Hogwarts. But her eyes were closed, and her hands clasped together in a way he had seen muggles do to speak to their false gods. “Whatever fucking universe is out there,” she had been whispering, “I’ll let you kill me if you keep them alive. That’s all I ask.” Her jaw clicked in tension.

“Three stupid boys for your brightest witch. I can’t promise I’m pleasant company, but I can assure you they’re much worse.” She hummed with a hard swallow as her voice thickened. “Please keep Harry Potter alive. Please keep Ronald Weasley alive. Please keep—”

Draco’s vision and hearing tunneled and he knew Voldemort had delivered too many blows to his fucking head as she murmured, “Please keep Draco Malfoy alive.”

Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Please keep Draco-Death-Eater-Motherfucking-Malfoy alive.

She repeated that last line over and over again like a volley of arrows at an impenetrable wall, like empty promises to a grave. A desperate prayer to a lost god.

Over and over again, she prayed his name out to the universe.

Over and over again, Draco Malfoy died in that hidden corner.

***

Hermione was stifled, yet again, by the growing irritation of the Gryffindor common room. At the moment Seamus Finnigan’s shoulder shoved her into a corner of the couch she was reading on, Hermione promptly snapped her book shut and walked out.

She decided to try the Astronomy Tower again, certain that the balcony railing would soothe her. She hadn’t been back since she had intruded upon the friendly Death Eater meeting - and a small seed in the back of her mind hoped they were holding another one tonight.

As she walked down the dead back halls of Hogwarts, disillusioned from sight, she began to idly sort out her thoughts. What had been plaguing her ever since they had decided to track down horcruxes and forfeit their seventh year was the Fidelius Charm. Grimmauld Place wasn’t an option - too many people knew about it, and Hermione still didn’t trust Kreacher. It was compromised.

Regardless, the three of them certainly couldn’t camp location to location the entire time - she’d be damned if she didn’t take a real shower at least once every few weeks. Was that too much to ask for? She had absolutely no idea how they would work through everything or how long they would stay in one place. Hermione had never not known so much, and it was driving her mad.

Harry and Ron were of no fucking help, of course. Every time she brought up anything related to their clandestine escapade, they exaggeratedly shushed her and whipped their dense heads around in unnecessary alarm - all she had said was “We need to figure out what to do,” for Godric’s sake! - and they’d reply with a “Not now , ‘Mione! Later,” and then go shit off with Dean and Seamus.

Hermione was also harboring a running list of the details she’d add to her personally-altered extension charm, and every item she’d put inside without wearing out the magic. She had to start brewing (and stealing) all the potions they’d need, and compile the locations of all the herbs she would need across Scotland. Hermione made a mental note to spend the weekend in the library, already coming up with the excuses she’d feed her friends - if they even asked.

There was so much to do, and she had no help.

Hermione trudged up the final steps to the tower and turned the handle of the heavy oak door. She was met with disappointment.

No white hair. No silver eyes.

She supposed she should have been relieved. No one was here to edge her, to question her, to watch her mask fall away.

And fall it did.

For the first time all week, Hermione let herself truly collapse. She didn’t necessarily feel like crying at the moment, though her face felt the strong urge to crumple. She dragged the bench Theo Nott had sat on the other night until it faced the rim of the balcony, and slid herself down on the bench with a fatigued slump.

The night twinkled before her eyes, and the hills rolled with unmatched grace. The Black Lake glittered in the corner of her eye, and she found herself thinking about the kraken that swam beneath. The kraken she had tried her hardest not to think about, because she knew herself. She knew the curious spiral and excitement that would take over, and then she would fail to prepare for their hunt. She would fail Harry and Ron.

But that kraken… Hermione had never seen a beast so gorgeous, so wondrous - and so unreal. From the edge of its tentacle to its very blood and nervous system, Hermione had never witnessed anything like it. She remembered the overwhelming magic that thrummed through the creature’s every atom and had her shuddering the further she withdrew from it. Was it naturally that fantastical? Or had it been its proximity to the castle for so long that created that powerful run? God, how long had it been there? The ancient Romans were barely theorizing its existence, and there she was, healing it. Speaking to it. Stroking it.

But most of all, Hermione wondered if it had a name.

The witch allowed herself to drown in the mysteries of the Black Lake from her seat on the bench, and the moon had shifted several degrees when the door creaked open.

She sat up straight when she heard the noise, but then briefly recalled that she had never removed her disillusionment charm.

But then Draco Malfoy looked straight into her eyes, and she knew it wasn’t by luck. “How can you see me?” she gasped quietly.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he sent a wordless nox onto his wand and stared back at Hermione. Stared into Hermione. His face was as cold and expressionless as ever - until she caught the smallest twitch of his jaw. And then his eyebrows wrinkled with a crease in the middle, and Hermione didn’t know porcelain could do that.

Neither uttered a word, until Malfoy seemed to find a sense of clarity before his expression cleared and he announced, “I’m going to die.”

What the fuck?

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” she asked, dumbfounded. She was also simultaneously suppressing the panic at the content of his declaration, but he didn’t need to see that.

Draco’s sharp eyes narrowed at her, and he tucked his wand into the folds of his robes. Considering the time of night, he should have been ruffled and messy. In pajamas, maybe. Did he even wear pajamas? Hermione wouldn’t have been surprised if she walked into his dormitory in the middle of the night and he slept like a stick in robes and slacks with fine-combed hair. Not that she would be in his room at night for any reason. What the fuck? She couldn’t even talk to herself properly when he was around, goddamn it.

In three strides, he was at her bench and seated himself beside her as if they were friends. Ridiculous, she supposed. They could never be friends.

“Sorry,” he muttered, hooking his gaze onto the night sky. “I’m not going to die. At least, I think. For now. I think I just spend too much time around Nott, he’s got me fucking around just like him.”

Hermione was now more confused than she had been with his greeting to her. Again, he spoke to her as if she was Nott, or Zabini, or Pansy, or honestly anyone else. And he never spoke to her, certainly not like this.

Whatever god was playing with her in the stars, Hermione decided she was quite a fan of the game.

If she was his Nott for the night, then he could be her Ginny. Man, what a thought. The two would get along like fire and an expensive set of drapes. She cast a silent finite incantatum on herself, checking if her spell had perhaps worn off and that’s how he saw her.

It was still strong when she removed it. Hm.

“Wanna see something, Malfoy?” she inquired, scuffing her slippers against the stone floor.

He finally turned his head towards her, and what felt like a mile between them zoomed into centimeters. Her throat caught, and she wished she had memorized a manual on how to breathe. Malfoy only raised his brows.

Hermione, still looking at him just as he was to her, whispered an accio she didn’t really need to verbalize. But she needed something more than nothing in between them, and she could swear his eyes flickered lower.

Or she was just delusional.

After a second, rocketing over the balcony railing was a bottle of muggle whiskey from years before.

“D’you fancy a sip?” she said as she unscrewed the top off, thwacking it back outside to where the glass bottle came from. Anything to distract her from the boy next to her.

She knew he hated her once. But she didn’t think so anymore, because he stopped taunting her as the years passed. He stopped talking to her, too. But he looked, and that was enough for her to breathe.

“Well, isn’t this surprising,” he drawled out.

Hermione only grinned, actively training herself to appear relaxed in front of him. “End of fourth year, during that weekend trip back home, I stole a good portion of my uncle’s scotch and whiskey. He blamed it on my dad, the stupid drunkard. As if he would touch a drink. I didn’t really care, mostly because my dad didn’t mind the blame. I think he was just glad there was less alcohol in my uncle’s reach. I stashed them all in my trunk and buried them right down there,” she said, pointing below the balcony, “the night I returned. And every time something happens to throw my mind out for a spin, I just wave these do-gooder hands and blow my brains out.”

For Godric’s sake, she hadn’t even taken a sip and was already acting rambling drunk in front of him. Why did she give him her whole fucking life’s story -

But he looked as intrigued as Draco Malfoy could possibly look. That being slightly furrowed brows and the smallest lift of the smallest corner of his lips. “So what threw your mind for a spin tonight, Granger?”

She had never loved her last name so much as she did that very moment.

She smiled at him. A real one, not the plastered shit she fed Ginny and Harry. “How could you see me when you came in, Malfoy?”

***

He had never loved his last name so much as he did that very moment.

Her eyes were fucking shining with the beam she just gave him, and he was a fucking prissy for being so infatuated.

Draco wondered if he should answer her question. He wanted to fire back with a side comment about the giant squid to see if she’d be able to contain herself about the true creature it was, but he wasn’t supposed to know anything about it.

He wanted to ignore her as he did the first time, but the thought of her answering his own questions were enough to keep him going. Okay, so he would only tell her the partial truth. Nothing about his training. “My father,” he started slowly, “wanted me to win at hide-and-seek. Malfoy champions, and all that.” The piss-poor euphemism was lost on Granger, and she gave him a wholly doubtful “Of course” in return.

“Your turn.”

Granger pursed her lips and dropped the subject - for now. He was sure she would bring it up again another time.

The thought of getting to have another time with her cracked his heart, in a way. He learned early on that hope was just painful.

The witch sighed and glanced at him - almost shyly. She cleared her throat and coyly remarked, “Now, how shall I phrase this?” with a pointed look at Draco. “My friends and I,” she mimicked, “are going to play hide-and-seek. And, as you may know, one cannot enter such a game unprepared.”

“Am I to presume that you alone are managing the… preparations?” Draco went along.

“You presume correct.” She added, “Ten points to Slytherin.” And then she took a deep gulp of the forgotten whiskey.

She was getting herself into something awful. He felt as though his chest began to rot, his mouth turning sour. But who was he to say anything?

It was fucking Potty and Weaselby. They must have pulled her into this. And they would get her killed.

Please keep Draco Malfoy alive.

Draco grabbed the bottle from Granger’s grip, suppressing the fireshow bursting in his mind from the brushing of their fingertips. He pretended her lips didn’t graze the same rim he covered with his mouth.

Muggle whiskey burned differently than its magical counterpart. Or maybe it was because it was her whiskey. Her touch. Her lips, her smile, her laugh - because the burn was less on his tongue and more on his skin and soul.

“You know what, Malfoy, I’d like it if you kept the bottle. I feel slightly less awful now, and I’m not in the mood for a wasted hangover.” She got up and brushed off her legs. “I’m sure you know plenty of places to stash it that doesn’t include mounds of dirt, yeah?”

And the witch smiled at him again . Then she turned and walked out, leaving him with her ghost beside him on the bench, and in his hands with her bottle, and in front of his eyes with the sky she gazed at.

God, how many times had she smiled tonight?

Draco slumped and let his mask fall.

And fall it did.

He shrunk the bottle and tucked it beside his wand, and he got to his feet to lean on the railing. He rested his elbows on the stone-and-iron frame and looked down at his hands. He brought them together like he had seen Hermione do in that back hall, and formed an inverted V-shape with his arms as he intertwined his fingers with each other.

Like her, he tilted his head towards the sky.

Like her, he closed his eyes.

Like her, he prayed to a lost, false god. Hers, because he had none.

“Please keep Hermione Granger alive.”

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[nattastic]

As part of my ongoing effort to combat my brain’s negativity bias, here’s everything I loved about Stranger Things 4:

- Nancy gaining another level in badass. Honestly, I didn’t think she could go much higher, but wooooo boy did she prove me wrong. Put a shotgun in her hands and Nancy Wheeler becomes the Terminator.

- Dustin emerging from his puberty cocoon as a fussy little know it all. Love that Hermione Granger energy for him.

- Erica fully embracing nerddom and being the character with the best take in every situation. What a legend.

- Every second Noah Schnapp is on screen. He’s doing the absolute most with what little he’s been given and I can only applaud.

- Argyle, Jonathan, and all the Surfer Boy Pizza stoners. Bless you all for providing some much needed levity between vecna-ings and hormonal teenage angst.

- Jane Hopper. Oh, my sweet baby girl. That 5 foot nothing dynamo can fit so much trauma in her. I hate to see it but I love to watch it. Resolve that trauma baby, RESOLVE IT

- Eddie Munson. AKA the best thing to happen to Stranger Things since Robin. Metal is real music my guy

- Speaking of best things: the wlw solidarity of himbo!Steve and lesbo!Robin continues to be outstanding. Peak friendship goals

- Joyce and Murray being the best buddy-comedy duo since Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. I could watch them bickering about the dubious merits of karate-based air combat for hours

- Didn’t love Hopper’s vibes last season, but softer, beaten-down-by-life-in-a-Russian-prisoner Hopper grew on me. Also, his reunion with Jane was the most emotional moment of the season for me. I teared up. It was so sweet and cathartic

- MAXINE MOTHERFUCKING MAYFIELD. You absolute legend. What a badass. Facing your fears like that and giving us the best moment in any series of stranger things ever. An absolute icon

There’s almost definitely more, but my brain is smooth as an egg and shouldn’t be relied on to remember much of anything

(Also: burn Vecna, you crispy lil bitch lol)

#I know people are pretty mad about this season #but I think it was more good than bad #we should remember that #the worth of a show doesn’t come down to any one thing #sure they fumbled will’s coming out like woah #and yeah Mike was nearly unrecognisable #and of course there’s the death we do not speak of #but there was also an epic dnd campaign #a kickass villain origin story #a compelling mystery #great acting and characters you love to watch do pretty much anything #do I wish there was better queer rep? #yes #do I think the lack of care shown for the queer characters makes the show shitty? #hell no #I love these world saving nerds #stranger things is mostly good and I think we should acknowledge that #stranger things 4 spoilers #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things

[othermooobiledevices]

AN: wel ok u guyz im only writting dis cuz I got 5 god reviuws. n BTW I wont rite da nxt chapter til I git TIN god vons! STO FLAMING OR ILL REPORT U! Evony isn't a Marie Sue ok she isn't perfect SHES A SATANITS! n she has problemz shes depressed 4 godz sake!

Draco and I held our pale white hands with black nail polish as we went upstairs. I was wearing red Satanist sings on my nails in red nail polish (AN: c doez dat sound lik a Maru Sue 2 u?). I waved to Vampire. Dark misery was in his depressed eyes. I guess he was jealous of me that I was going out with Draco. Anyway, I went upstairs excitedly with Draco. We went into his room and locked the door. Then…

We started frenching passively and we took off each others clothes enthusiastically. He felt me up before I took of my top. Then I took off my black leather bra and he took off his pants. We went on the bed and started making out naked and then he put his boy's thingy in mine and we HAD SEX. (c is dat stupid?)

"Oh Draco, Draco!" I screamed while getting an orgasm when all of a sudden I saw a tattoo I had never seen before on Draco's arm. It was a black heart with an arrow through it. On it in bloody gothic writing were the words… Vampire!

I was so angry.

"You bastard!" I shouted angrily, jumping out of the bed.

"No! No! But you don't understand!" Draco pleaded. But I knew too much.

"No, you fucking idiot!" I shouted. "You probably have AIDs anyway!"

I put on my clothes all huffily and then stomped out. Draco ran out even though he was naked. He had a really big you-know-what but I was too mad to care. I stomped out and did so until I was in Vampire's classroom where he was having a lesson with Professor Snape and some other people.

"VAMPIRE POTTER, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" I yelled.

Chapter 8.

AN: stop flassing ok! if u do de prep!

Everyone in the class stared at me and then Draco came into the room even though he was naked and started begging me to take him back.

"Ebony, it's not what you think!" Draco screamed sadly.

My friend B'loody Mary Smith smiled at me understatedly. She flipped her long waste-length gothic black hair and opened her crimson eyes like blood that she was wearing contact lenses on. She had pale white skin that she was wearing white makeup on. Hermione was kidnapped when she was born. Her real parents are vampires and one of them is a witch but Voldemort killed her mother and her father committed suicide because he was depressed about it. She still has nightmares about it and she is very haunted and depressed. It also turns out her real last name is Smith and not Granger. (Since she has converted to Satanism she is in Slytherin now not Griffindoor. )

"What is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit!" Snape demeaned angrily in his cold voice but I ignored him.

"Vampire, I can't believe you cheated on me with Draco!" I shouted at him.

Everyone gasped.

I don't know why Ebony was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I'm bi and so is Ebony) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Britney, a stupid preppy fucker. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.)

"But I'm not going out with Draco anymore!" said Vampire.

"Yeah fucking right! Fuck off, you bastard!" I screamed. I ran out of the room and into the Forbidden Forest where I had lost my virility to Draco and then I started to bust into tears.

Chapter 9.

AN: stop flaming ok! I dntn red all da boox! dis is frum da movie ok so itz nut my folt if dumbeldor swers! besuizds I SED HE HAD A HEDACHE! and da reson snap dosent lik harry now is coz hes christian and vampire is a satanist! MCR ROX!

I was so mad and sad. I couldn't believe Draco for cheating on me. I began to cry against the tree where I did it with Draco.

Then all of a suddenly, an horrible man with red eyes and no nose and everything started flying towards me on a broomstick! He didn't have a nose (basically like Voldemort in the movie) and he was wearing all black but it was obvious he wasn't gothic. It was… Voldemort!

"No!" I shouted in a scared voice but then Voldemort shouted "Imperius!" and I couldn't run away.

"Crookshanks!" I shouted at him. Voldemort fell of his broom and started to scream. I felt bad for him even though I'm a sadist so I stopped.

"Ebony." he yelled. "Thou must kill Vampire Potter!"

I thought about Vampire and his sexah eyes and his gothic black hair and how his face looks just like Joel Madden. I remembered that Draco had said I didn't understand, so I thought, what if Draco went out with Vampire before I went out with him and they broke up?

"No, Voldemort!" I shouted back.

Voldemort gave me a gun. "No! Please!" I begged.

"Thou must!" he yelled. "If thou does not, then I shall kill thy beloved Draco!"

"How did you know?" I asked in a surprised way.

Voldemort got a dude-ur-so-retarded look on his face. "I hath telekinesis." he answered cruelly. "And if you doth not kill Vampire, then thou know what will happen to Draco!" he shouted. Then he flew away angrily on his broomstick.

I was so scared and mad I didn't know what to do. Suddenly Draco came into the woods.

"Draco!" I said. "Hi!"

"Hi." he said back but his face was all sad. He was wearing white foundation and messy eyeliner kind of like a pentagram (geddit) between Joel Madden and Gerard Way.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No." he answered.

"I'm sorry I got all mad at you but I thought you cheated on me." I expelled.

"That's okay." he said all depressed and we went back into Hogwarts together making out.

whoever you are, just know, i will find you.

[plotbunny-hutch]

Hermione Granger and the Firebird 1/?

Part 1 here. 

Hermione is having a perfectly ordinary summer hunting for Horcruxes and practicing with her giant magic sword, thank you very much. 

“She's gotten very serious this term, hasn’t she, dear?” Mrs. Granger says with an absent sort of fondness. Hermione is swinging at a melon in the backyard, shearing it into crosswise slices one at a time without causing the whole thing to quiver and roll off the fenceposts. Gyorgi would be very pleased. 

Mr. Granger looks at his daughter over the top of his newspaper and through the kitchen window, and frowns. 

“She’s having nightmares,” he says. “Bad ones.” 

“Hmmm.” Mrs. Granger says, lost in thought as she loads up a fork of scrambled egg. “D’you reckon we should get her in to see someone?” 

“I’ve tried talking with her about it. She doesn’t want to. Says it’s a magic thing.” Mr. Granger frowns again, more deeply. This magic business had seemed quite whimsical and charming at first. Letters by owl, that professor who had shown up and turned his gran’s teapot into a tortoise, a secret street full of bustling magical shops. But his little girl had changed since going to that school. And this year she came back with a sword of all things. 

“Mum, dad,” she said at that busy train station, “This is the Sword of Gryffindor.” Like she was introducing a person, which he would later find out wasn’t completely ridiculous, somehow. She had a letter from the headmaster explaining that, as an ancient magical artifact, the Sword went where it pleased, when it pleased, and right now, it pleased to follow his daughter wherever she went. If she forgot it, or tried to leave it someplace, it would simply turn up, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Except, of course, provide her with an invisible sheath and baldric and teach her how to use a sword. 

She got up before dawn now, his little girl, and walked like a queen with the weight of her sword on her back, and woke up crying in the middle of the night. 

Hermione is having an excellent summer. Sure, she’s getting up before dawn every day to swing the Sword until it lets her have breakfast and writing increasingly long, complicated letters to people who work for foreign governments and getting a little worried about the tone of the Daily Prophet, but it’s all to the good. She’s finally found the “missing link” between the Wiltshire Smythes and the Devonshire Smiths (take that, Bathilda Bagshot!) and from there, it’s a nice clean genealogical line to Hepzibah Smith, last descendant of Helga Hufflepuff. If she can just pull some estate sale records, maybe she’ll finally get somewhere with the lost “Giving Cup” of Hufflepuff. 

“Hermione, dear,” Mum says as she breezes over to the fridge for a glass of orange juice. “Aren't you meeting the old crowd today?” 

Oh. Right. “The old crowd.” Hermione’s cousins and friends from primary went on to Muggle secondary, of course, and Lizzie went on scholarship to a rather posh boarding school. It’s . . . nice, to see them and catch up. But of course, there’s no telly or radio at Hogwarts, and Muggle celebrity gossip might as well be happening on the Moon for all the Wizarding World cares. And by now, she doesn’t know more than half the people that they all talk about, friends they made at Muggle school and going to Muggle things. 

But this time is different, of course, because her cousins breathlessly fill her in on a prank gone horribly wrong. It’s not just tabloids that are reporting it–it’s in the Times, the Daily Mail, and the Independent, which can’t all be barking up a tree that isn’t there. And Hermione’s cousin’s best friend’s sister knows all about it, of course, because it happened behind her school: a local barrister and his family, all dead without a scratch on them, and some sort of weird green firework set off over the top of the house. 

Hermione gently grills them for as much information as they can give, then goes home, shuts herself in her room, and screams into her pillow. 

Of course the Death Eaters haven’t gone anywhere. Crouch was ranting about the Dark Lord’s return, probably some horrible ritual to do with his horcruxes, and even if that had gone all wrong when Hermione got him arrested and maybe set a bit on fire, the people who had planned to bring him back were still out there. Ugh. 

But there’s not much she can do about it. There’s no way to contact Professor Dumbledore over the summer, and it’s not like there’s a wizarding 999. If she can lay low and keep an eye on her parents for the rest of the summer, maybe there’ll be something she can do when she gets back to Hogwarts. 

This plan lasts her right up until a bunch of wankers in black robes and skull masks apparate onto Tottenham Court Road and start blasting shops. Glass is falling, Muggles are screaming, oh God, Hermione’s parents are in the crowd somewhere–they got separated, she doesn’t know where they are. 

She draws the sword, desperation and rage burning in her, how dare they come here bringing death, this city is hers, and the sword burns with her. 

Of course the aurors show up long after they would have been any use and immediately start obliviating people. One of them turns his wand on her, but she brandishes the sword in one hand and a severed Death Eater arm in the other, Dark Mark bright and shiny. That shuts him up real quick. 

They’re really quite apologetic about arresting her, which isn’t any less terrifying because they’re arresting her and it turns out that Muggle parents can’t enter the Ministry, even to visit wizarding children in the temporary holding cells where people await trial by Wizengamot. 

It’s humiliating and infuriating and disgusting. At least they can’t take the sword from her; it refuses to go. And at the end of the day she gets a slap on the wrist and absolutely no comment from the Wizengamot on whether or not Voldemort and his followers are back despite the very solid and still slightly bloody evidence to the contrary which Hermione has personally brought them. 

Well, if they won’t admit he’s back with a literal Dark Mark staring them in the face, Hermione will simply have to talk to someone who will. 

Mil’s mum, Bozhidara, is the head of the Nightwatch. She’s been ever so helpful about things like magical law and international affairs and extradition and how the wizarding Continent dealt with Grindelwald. Surely she’d be interested in hearing about a resurgent Dark Lord in Britain. 

She is interested, as it turns out, and for awhile the Prophet is full of blaring headlines like IWC DECLARES EMERGENCY INQUIRY and IWC DECLARES STATE OF DARK EMERGENCY and WIZARDING CONTINENT DECLARES WAR ON YOU-KNOW-WHO. Ron and Harry’s letters get a little alarming, but Harry’s at the Burrow now anyway, so that’s all right. 

Meanwhile, Viktor is in a panic. He insists that Hermione visit him, right away and for as long as possible, with as many family members as she can lure onto a plane to Sofia. She would tease him about it, but there are a lot of Krums on the casualty rolls of the last War. Dark Lords are no joke to him. 

Hermione graciously accepts his invitation for a month, parents in tow, and dives headfirst into the Krum family library alongside his uncle Chavdar. She asks Mr. and Mrs. Granger a little guiltily one morning if it’s really all right, and they wave her off. Oh, it’s no trouble, dear, we were both due a sabbatical anyway. And it’s so charming to see you and that Viktor getting along so well. 

Which is not funny, they are just friends, there have been awkward letters full of feelings about this. But she can put up with it if it means her parents are still alive to laugh at her. 

And one day she and Chavdar dig up a way to track Horcruxes, and since clearly the only way to be rid of this damn Dark Lord is to kill all the gross little pieces of his soul that he left in the scenery, she’s damn well willing to do it. 

Dedication is a bit like Declaration for the Light or Dark, but more specific and much more out of fashion. Nobody really dedicates themselves anymore, except maybe in the rural Americas where just surviving as a witch is so hard that any little edge helps. Since it’s looking more and more like just surviving as a Muggleborn witch in Britain will be so hard that she’ll take any edge she can get, Hermione does. It’s not like she’s giving up anything she wants to keep, anyway. Sometimes you just get a person born for the Hunt; a person who digs for clues and follows even the faintest of trails, who won’t give up, who won’t turn aside. 

Viktor knows there’s nothing he can do to stop her, and so he calls up a few friends, and Hermione has a bunch of Bulgarians who tag along with her to a wreck of a cottage in a village called Little Hangleton. She has to see a man about a ring, you see. 

For those keeping score at home, we are now down four Horcruxes, with three to go. But thanks to his psychic connection with his horcruxes, Voldemort (currently wearing Wormtail like a Nagini-suit, thanks for the nightmares, Jo) knows exactly who’s hunting him. 

Harried across the English countryside by Death Eaters, Hermione and friends fetch up at the Longbottom estate, where Hermione and Neville talk about strength, courage, and the choices of a sword. 

The Longbottoms try to smuggle her out to the Order on a routine visit to Neville’s parents at the hospital, but they run into the Weasley and Harry there. Arthur has been bitten ahead of schedule, and it’s only Percy’s workaholic habits that saved his life. So a messy Weasley reconciliation is being had in one corner and a messy Golden Trio reunion is being had in another, there are Bulgarians (???) everywhere, and the Malfoys choose this moment to tip their hand by setting Dementors on St. Mungos. 

Hermione learns the hard way that her sword won’t kill everything, but Harry casts a Patronus that saves her long enough for everyone to portkey to Grimmauld Place. Where Hermione marches in with her sword and her terrifying Bulgarians and says “Nope, actually, the children are in this war whether you like it or not.” 

The rest of it comes out mostly by accident, because Darina has been teaching her to read people and when Dumbledore says “There’s something I must discuss with Harry. Just Harry,” and his eyes linger a little too long on Harry’s scar, Hermione just blurts out, 

“Oh, is this about the Horcruxes?”

TO BE CONTINUED

#oops my hand slipped #harry potter #au #canon divergence #hermione motherfucking granger

[greenerteacups]

From "Weasley" to "Ronald": Nicknames in Lionheart

This is an entirely self-indulgent post about Lionheart, because a user named for_now on AO3 commented about Draco switching from "Weasley" to "Ronald" as a form of address for Ron in Book 4, and I got totally carried away ranting about my thought process. I didn't want to inflict it on that poor person's inbox, but I actually marked out a place on my outline where Draco starts calling Ron "Ronald," and it's at the Burrow, and I have Reasons for it!! So! I'm putting them out here.

The Importánce of Draco shifting to informal address with Ron is a sort of thematic emblem going into Book 4, because it telegraphs the broader scope of what's going on under the hood in Draco's brain. Draco is reluctant as a rule to use first names for the Gryffindors, less so in the later years than earlier on, but for certain people the habit just stuck — most obviously, "Granger" has become his nickname for Hermione because it's Special when he uses it, it's a Thing that they have. I think "Potter" is the same — he thinks about him as Harry, but Potter is DRACO'S nickname, it's what He Calls Him, and if he changed it then he'd be using the same name as everyone else. Conversely, he switches quickly to first names for his Slytherin friends, because it was much easier for him to get comfortable with them sooner, but that also means he doesn't have his Own names for them, which I think shows how he really feels about his Gryffindors. It's about possession, you know? It's about how giving something a name means taking it in.

Anyway, in that context, Draco coming to the Burrow is him being forced to reckon with Ron's personhood in a way he's never done before — he meets Ron's family, and he CAN'T call Ron "Weasley" anymore, because that name won't mean anything here. Both functionally and symbolically, he's having to acknowledge Ron's individuality. Because "Weasley" was never an affectionate nickname for Ron, like "Granger" or "Potter" was; in Draco's world, Weasley means something, there's a reputation attached to it, and it's not a good one. Calling him "Weasley" started as something derogatory, then became something neutral, and finally became unsustainable, because he was no longer distant enough from Ron and his family for it to make any sense. He's being brought closer — not just to Ron, but to the Weasleys in general, to their physical situation, to their social situation, to their beliefs, to their way of life. So he switches to "Ronald." (Not "Ron" — even for him, that's a bit too informal, and besides — well, nobody else calls him "Ronald," do they?)

And like, this is a broader theme in the context of Book 4, which is Draco's arc of shifting from a personal alignment with the Gryffindor Four to an explicitly political one. It's entirely possible to hold beliefs that contradict your actions, which is where Draco's at, vis-a-vis the muggle-born and blood traitor things, at the end of Book 3. He's come to care about his friends personally; he's learning to communicate that with them in ways they can understand, and voluntarily makes personal sacrifices to improve their lives, which is big growth and not an inconsiderable accomplishment; and he obviously sees them as people, but that's it. He never follows through on the actual consequences of them being real people for his ideology. So as the political gears and machinations of Book 4 kick into effect, he's having what is effectively a very drawn-out and painful come-to-Jesus moment about his whole way of life, the essence being that the personal and the political are not nearly as far apart as it seems when you're a kid. And the catalyst for that arc, in Book 4, is one Ronald motherfucking Weasley.

#lionheart spoilers #did anyone ask? NO! do I care about it way too much? YES! #there's a wrinkle here which is that daphne also calls him Ronald #and there is Significance to that too but it's different and it'll come up later #anyway. thanks for coming to my ted talk

[chasegrangerkingdom]

Hermione: Ginny and George are drunk and trying to play matchmaker with us again.

Hermione: Should I remind them that we're married?

Fred: No, it's more fun this way.

#source: write-it-motherfuckers #hermione granger #fred weasley #ginny weasley #george weasley #fremione #weasley twins #hp #incorrect quotes #incorrect hp quotes #hp incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #harry potter incorrect quotes

[annabellelupin]

Harry Potter Characters x Pronouns

Harry- He/Him (but doesn't at all mind they/them)

Ron- He/Him (but doesn't mind she/her tho)

Hermione- She/Her (has considered using they/them pronouns before but decided against it)

Ginny- She/They (demigirl boss)

Luna- They/Them/It (gives off nonbinary lesbian vibes tbh but is probably a panromantic)

Neville- He/They (literally the sweetest demiboy you will ever meet)

Tonks- They/He/She (chaotic genderfluid mess)

Draco- He/Him (actually is transmasc but will never admit it)

Percy- Agender that dislikes pronouns and wishes to never be referred to

Cedric- They/He (doesn't have or want a label)

Fleur- She/They (proud demigirl even tho most people invalidate them bc she seems "too feminine" to be demigender)

Charlie- He/Xe/They (doesn't have a label)

Fred- He/It (cisgender but really likes being referred to as it)

George- He/They (Cisgender but likes they/them pronouns)

#happy pride motherfuckers #harrypotter #ginny weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter headcanon #harry potter fandom #harry potter

[dhr-ao3]

Red Apple

Red Apple https://ift.tt/JUB4TbQ by rAdLiFe8 Alienated; experiencing or inducing feelings of isolation or estrangement Dissociation; the action of disconnecting from an individual's thoughts, feelings, memories, or sense of identity Phantasm; an illusion, apparition, or ghost   Three words. That is all they have in common. And what depressing attributes they are.   Fucked up. That is what he is. What the world is. Completely fucked. And yet... And yet her words dare to threaten all that he has come to accept. Your past does not prohibit you from the goodness that is trying to reach you. It does not make you inadequate of love, or the things you desire... Bullshit. Utter motherfucking bullshit. Words: 2389, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn, Rubeus Hagrid, Kreacher (Harry Potter), George Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott/Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Daphne Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, Astoria Greengrass/Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger & Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy & Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger & Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger & Narcissa Black Malfoy Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Post-War, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Scars, Psychological Horror, Survivors Guilt, Smoking, tobacco, Marijuana, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Anger, Self-Hatred, Hatred, Healing, Magic, Spells & Enchantments, Memory Magic, Dark, Dark Magic, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Muggle Life, Draco Malfoy is Clueless About Muggle Things, Muggle Technology, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Mean Draco Malfoy, Prejudice Draco Malfoy, Head Girl Hermione Granger, Head Boy Blaise Zabini, Bisexual Ron Weasley, Past Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Smut, Slow Burn Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Love Confessions, Love/Hate, Enemies to Lovers, Broken Hermione Granger, Dark Mark (Harry Potter), Mudblood via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/6WY3IND July 05, 2023 at 07:36AM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[scandinavian-penguin-roll]

the fact that the hp movies focus more on ron eating food than ron being a proper friend makes me SO! FUCKING! ANGRY!

#ron weasley #harry potter #romione #stan ron for clear skin #hermione granger #draco malfoy #ginny weasley #hogwarts #if any of u motherfuckers disrespects my baby #i am throwing mf hands

[booksmarting]

        THERE’S A GLEAM IN HER EYES that would possibly scare a lesser man. sherlock holmes doesn’t sound like the type of man that is frightened of a little . . . shall we, scientific curiosity from a curious bright mind. ‘ of course i do. how else will i know if it can withstand extreme heat? ’ she pauses, before looking up at him with a smirk. ‘ if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were scared. if you find my activities too extreme, i can find another partner, mister holmes. ’

                     ›     good omens book quotes, from @deductivereason​.

#deductivereason #answered owls. #ic: brewed potions. #when hermione granger is the trouble maker in the situation #you better call the motherfucking chavalry #this bitch goes hard