AU; Draco as a muggle born and Hermione as a pureblood.
Hermione Granger glanced down at fingers laced with her own. They were worn and rugged, clashing with her perfectly polished fingernails and delicate porcelain skin. The hand squeezed hers and she looked up to see Draco Malfoy watching her impatiently. His hair was a mess, as always, but she somehow found it attractive. He was wearing a ratty old shirt that looked even worse next to her expensive clothing. She had never dated anyone who wasn’t a pureblood, and Draco was everything but.
“Hello? Hermione? I asked you if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with me this afternoon.”
Reality crashed in on her as she heard the hint of desperation in his voice. They had kept their relationship a secret for months, due to her parents’ discrimination against muggle borns. She had a reputation to keep up but he was begging her to risk it all.
“Draco,” she whispered. “You know the rules. No public outings.” “Bloody hell, Hermione! I can’t keep playing these games with you. Either we tell everyone the truth or this is over. My heart can’t take it anymore.”
Hermione’s heart was pounding. She had mastered the art of holding back tears and hadn’t cried since she was a small girl. But her eyes were watering as she realized her family would disown her if they knew of the relationship. She didn’t know what else to do, so she lied to his face.
“What an exceptional idea, Malfoy. I guess our little game is finished, then. I find it quite amusing that you thought I could ever truly care for a mudblood.” With that, she turned on her heel and sprinted out of the room. She found safety in a dark corridor.
Leaning against a wall, for the first time in years Hermione Granger began to cry.
Ash visits Misty AU x (suggestion + plot both by anonymous)
“AU where Ash visits Misty after the Sinnoh league. He surprises her at the Cerulean Gym, and at first she gets mad that he doesn’t call enough, but they’re both happy to see each other. She puts him to work at the gym, and later Ash gets to watch her battle a challenger, which he finds awesome. Before he leaves, Misty hugs him and thanks him for coming, which embarasses Ash as he says goodbye and sets out for Pallet.”
“Mom,” Rose sobbed into her pillow, “he’s breaking my heart.”
Hermione knew she couldn’t sugarcoat it. Rose was old enough to know the truth, and maybe it would help her deal with her own problems. She took a deep breath.
“Listen. I’m going to tell you a story, the story of a man that walked away. He turned his back on a world of joy and retreated into the dark. Some say he was doomed from the moment he was born, but there was more to it than that. Few knew the soft heart that pumped pure blood under thick skin. The man let his walls crumble, but it left him weak and confused. So he fled like a coward and never looked back.”
Rose looked confused for a moment, but Hermione had her attention.
“I’m going to tell you a story, the story of the first man I ever loved.”
AU; Dramione in 13 Going on 30 (set in PoA to go along with the ages and the time turner!) This is a present/request for my amazing tumblr wife, Emily.
Draco Malfoy had run off again during dinner in the Great Hall. He was so tired of the pressure put on him by his father. He was sick of being a man stuck in a child’s body. Panting, he reached a tree and leaned upon it. He kicked the grass in anger and a shiny object caught his eye. It was a slightly broken time turner. He ignored the warnings he had received his entire life about never using magical objects that he didn’t know much about, let alone broken ones. Laying down in the grass and closing his eyes, Draco revolved the time turner in his hands carelessly and wished aloud to be an adult. Suddenly the ground moved beneath him, but he could not seem to open his suddenly heavy eyelids. He held on to his consciousness as long as he could and then his world went black.
He woke up in a muggle apartment, a nice muggle apartment. Whoever lived here might have a fortune that could compare to his family’s. He suddenly realized he was sleeping in a king bed, with just a pair of boxers on. Who in the world is Calvin Klein?, he thought, inspecting the elastic waistband. He turned and saw a woman with beautiful brown curly hair sleeping next to him. What in bloody hell is going on? Racing to the nearest door, Draco quietly shut it behind him. He found himself in a walk-in closet, filled with muggle suits.
A portkey, he decided. Some prankster must have turned the time turner into a portkey. That idea faded as he turned to look in the mirror. He had aged at least ten to fifteen years. His hair was a little darker and he had scruff on his face. His heart began racing as he tried to process what was going on. But nothing prepared him for what he saw next.
Next to his dresser was a muggle photograph of a young woman on her wedding day. Her hair matched the woman he had found next to him in bed. Her face…her face matched that of a much older and stunningly gorgeous Hermione Granger.
The door creaked open behind him and he heard her voice, “Darling, what are you doing out of bed so early? It’s the weekend.”
He spun to face her, and stunned her with the anger in his voice. “So what you’re telling me is, I married a mudblood?”