13 Days of Halloween- Day 8

Day 1- BROTP Harmony

Day 2- Fremione

Day 3- Black Sisters

Day 4- Sirimione

Day 5- Remione

Day 6- Parent!Harry/Teddy 

Day 7- Sanguini Origins 

Night Chills- 

Prompt by @mechengmama

Draco couldn’t believe he’d let Hermione talk him into this. A film about dark creatures for fun. He sneered at the actors on the screen, “Is this really what muggles think werewolves look like? Some sort of half man half wolf thing?” He whispered.

“Shhhh, just watch the movie.” Hermione whispered back, eyes glued to the screen.

“I can’t watch this. Let’s get out of here.” Draco tugged on her arm.

“No, I’m enjoying this.” Hermione told him.

Draco sneered at the screen once more standing and making his way out of the theater. She could watch it. He had better things to do.

Hermione sighed as Draco left. The movie wasn’t even halfway over and he wanted to go. She suspected he was more afraid of the creatures on screen than he was letting on. He did have to live with Greyback…. She sighed again and handed her popcorn off to Harry sitting next to her. He gave her a questioning look, but accepted the extra popcorn.

Hermione caught up with Draco just in front of the theatre. He jumped a little when she grabbed his arm. “Were you scared? It’s just a movie.” She asked.

“I wasn’t scared.” Draco scowled and turned away from her.

“You were scared.” Hermione said soft enough he couldn’t hear her. She quickly realized Draco was already walking down the street and she hurried to catch up to him.

They had turned down a dark street and Draco felt a thrill of dread run down his spine. Hermione caught his shiver, but didn’t say anything. They walked side-by-side for a while, curious, she looked down at her watch. “It’s almost midnight.” She said conversationally. She wasn’t sure if it was Draco’s fear, or her own that was made her quicken her pace.

Draco noticed that Hermione began to walk a beat faster after telling him the time. They wouldn’t make it home before midnight; and even though he knew, he knew, that the real ‘witching hour’ was closer to three am than midnight, he was still filled with dread. He matched his pace to hers and wondered why they had walked.

His head was had been down, looking at the mist playing about his feet, but something made him look up. There, under the moonlight, he could have sworn he saw… Draco opened his mouth to shout a warning, but terror stole the sound before he could make it. He turned to look at Hermione, she was staring back at him in wide-eyed horror. In unspoken agreement, they pulled out their wands and began to run.

They hadn’t made it far.

Draco backed up into Hermione. They hadn’t fought together since that last battle at Hogwarts, but their bodies remembered what to do. They stood back to back, wands raised, ready to strike out at the threat. Draco watched, paralyzed, as the things shuffled closer. One was missing a hand, another an eye, and one… One looked to be fresher than the others. Its skin was gray and sagging from the bones, its jaw was missing and a black tongue dangled from the gaping maw. The smell was disgusting, a mix of mold and decaying meat. It made Draco gag, the bile burning his throat. The sounds they made raised goosebumps on his arms and made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up painfully.

“What are these?” Draco’s voice was hoarse from fear. They looked like inferi mixed with ghouls. But certainly no one would be stupid enough to actually combine the two?

“Zombies.” Hermione bit the word out and he filed it away for later. “They’re already dead.” She offered. Silently, she slashed at one, taking it out at the knees, but it continued to crawl toward them, pulling itself along. Draco turned around, just in time to stop one from closing its open jaws on his outstretched arm. A wild bombarda blew apart the zombie’s head and its body fell at his feet, still.

“They bite?” Draco said in a strangled voice.

“Yeah.” Hermione panted. “Don’t let them bite you. It’s- arugh!” She screamed before she could finish telling him why he should avoid being bitten. Draco took out another zombie before turning. Hermione was holding her arm against her chest, but Draco could see the damage. He gulped as she looked up at him. Her eyes were already yellowing and her skin took on a deathly pallor.

“Hermione?” He asked, unsure what was happening. She opened her mouth, but she only moaned like the rest of them. Draco scanned the crowd of zombies that had gathered behind her. He could feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “I-” He cut off when they all stopped moving. Not one, but all of them. Then, without any warning, they began to move together.

Draco blinked in surprise. They looked to be… but no, they couldn’t… Draco watched, stupefied as Hermione and the zombies behind her began to move in a halting dance. It wasn’t exactly graceful, but it was still obvious they were moving in synchronization. When Hermione raised her arms, forming an X above her head, and jutted her hips at him, Draco turned and ran. He didn’t know anything about these zombies, but what they were doing looked all too much like a dark ritual to him, and he refused to be a victim.

Tears leaked from his eyes as he ran, but he wiped them away. Hermione is already gone. One of them, he reminded himself harshly. There was nothing he could do to save her. He risked a quick glance back to see them chasing after him, Hermione leading the pack. Up ahead, he spotted an old house that appeared to be abandoned. He dashed up to it and in his fear, scrambled to open the door, losing precious seconds. Another terrified look back and Draco remembered the wand in his hand. The door with a quick spell, before slamming it shut behind him. He looked around for a place to hide, but it was too late.

They were inside.

The zombies had climbed in through broken out windows and others had forced the door. Hermione steadily made her way toward him. Draco backed away with his wand raised, but he was unwilling to use it. Even with the yellow eyes and graying skin, she still looked like his Hermione. “Please don’t make me.” He whispered and backed up another step… and lost his balance, falling backwards onto the couch he had bumped into.

Hermione advanced on him quickly and Draco closed his eyes. If he couldn’t beat her, then at least he could join her…

“Draco! DRACO!”

Draco opened his eyes to see his Hermione looking down on him, concern in her warm brown eyes. Her skin was golden and glowing with life. “Hermione!” He shouted and reached out to take her in his arms. He breathed in deeply, savoring her comforting scent of vanilla and citrus.

“Draco, what’s wrong? You were shaking and crying out in your sleep.”

Draco blinked the sleep from his eyes. “I had the strangest dream. It had those shuffling ghoul inferi things and you were one and…” He trailed off when Hermione started shaking in his arms from silent laughter. “What?” He asked defensively.

“I think we’ll take ‘Thriller’ movies off our list of things to watch.” She pulled out of his arms and smiled down at him warmly. “Wash up, supper’s almost ready.”

Hermione turned away and Draco missed the way her eyes flashed yellow when she smirked.

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In love with a Mudblood

Request: Can you please do a oneshot where Draco is confused about his feeling for Hermione but eventually decides that he loves her. Thanks!

Words: 597

Warnings: Bad Language

I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can’t love her. She’s a mudblood, I’m not allowed to love her, it’s forbidden. Father would never allow it … but she’s just so beautiful, look at those eyes and her hair, how I wish to run my fingers through it. NO! Draco stop it, you don’t want to, you don’t love her, you can’t.

Draco was trying desperately to convince himself that he didn’t have any feeling towards one Hermione Granger, who was currently concentrating on making her potion as Draco stared at her.

“People are going to think somethings’ up if you keep staring at Granger like that,” Blaise told him, not even bothering to hide the smirk playing at his lips.

“Don’t be stupid Blaise, I’m not even looking at the her,” Draco spat at him, turning back to his potion and trying to concentrate on the lesson.

He’d only been sat there for 5 minutes before his gaze once again turned to Hermione, she was sitting on her stool stirring the potions. Draco couldn’t help but notice that her skirt had hoisted itself more than half way up her thigh. He watched as she bit her lip in concentration and swept her hair out of her face in annoyance.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off her can you?” Blaise chuckled as he caught sight of his best friend staring at Granger again.

“Fuck off Blaise,” Draco snapped, twisting himself round and glaring at his potion.

“What? Don’t want to be caught lusting after a mudblood?” 

“Do.Not.Call.Her.That,” Draco growled.

“Mate, calm down. It’s only Granger,” Blaise said in defence.

Blaise is right, it’s only Granger, Draco told himself, Why am I acting like this? I call her that word all the time in my head, so why did I get so defensive when Blaise called her that?

It’s because you love her, a voice in the back of his mind told him.

I don’t love her. We’ve already been through this, I can’t love her. I just can’t.

Why not? Who says so?

Father would never allow it.

But what about you?

I - I. I can’t, why am I even debating this with myself. There’s no point when it will never come true.

“Yes Miss Granger?” The voice of Severus Snape cut through Dracos internal battle as his head shot up and he looked towards Hermione.

“I’m done sir,” Hermione told him. Draco watched as Snape walked over towards Hermiones cauldron and took a sample of the potion.

“It’s adequate Miss Granger,” Snape informed her.

Draco knew that his Godfather actually thought Hermione was amazing at potions but wasn’t allowed to voice it due to his position as a death eater, and yes Draco knew about Snape being a double agent, he’s almost as good at occlumency as Snape so he was trusted with the information.

“Thank you sir,” Hermione replied.

Draco kept his gaze on her while she vanished the rest of her potion and started scanning the room, looking at everyone else’s progress. When her eyes connected with Draco he gave her a crooked smile and was overjoyed when he made her blush a deep crimson and hastily turn around.

Shit, Draco cursed in his head

Do you finally agree?, The voice in his head asked.

I suppose I could, maybe, possibly be a little bit in love with Hermione Granger, Draco decided.

As the class was dismissed the girl in question turned around just before retreating out the door and gave him a shy smile.

Fuck that, I’ve fallen hard.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this, it’s my first one shot and would love some feedback! If anyone has any more one shots they want to request then just send them in via my ask box :)

On The Run - Chapter Two

Summary: What would life be like if you fled the war with Draco Malfoy?

Warnings: Fleeing war, some fluff, heavy topics.

Chapter One

A/n: If anyone wants to be tagged in this send me an ask.

Originally posted by mrstafelton


Neither of you wanted to stop walking when it started to get dark. You were still too close to Malfoy Manor, Death Eaters would be looking for you two soon, if they weren’t already. But, our bodies were protesting against every step you two took and finding your way in complete darkness would be a problem. So, you sit down on a log and decide that the spot you found was good enough.

“We’re stopping here.” Draco sits down next to you.

“Alright.” He leans his head on your shoulder. You’re both beyond exhausted but there’s still much to do before you can sleep.

“Okay,” You groan and fall to your knees on the forest floor, opening the bag, “Accio tent.”

A tent, still in the box and covered in dust, flies from the bag and lands on the ground with a soft thump. You tear open the box and read the instructions to assemble it with magic.

“We never even went camping.” Draco says as he stands up. “We just bought it to have it.”

Draco gathers some logs and puts them on the ground haphazardly. You wave your wand like the instructions say and the ten assembles itself before your eyes. Draco starts the fire.

“We never had that luxury.” You sit down next to him by the fire, leaning onto him.

“My parents are muggles so magic stuff is kind of foreign to them.” Draco balances his head on top of yours.

“Well, muggle stuff is foreign to me.” Draco holds you hand in his as the fire crackles in front of you.

“Like, telerphonies.” You giggle at his mispronunciation.

“Telephone.” You correct gently.

“And Eclecity.”

“Electricity.” You correct.

“Whatever. Point being, everything that you know about in the muggle world, I don’t know about.” You nod and put your hands out in front of you, trying to warm them. You could feel the temperature dropping and you knew that once night fell you would have to put out the fire but you were both so cold, and the fire was so warm.

“We have to put it out soon.” You draw out your words, heart sinking as you think about the cold.

“Why?” Draco says, his own knuckles were red from the already slowly dropping temperature.

“It’ll draw too much attention.” You reply with a disappointed voice. Draco hums in agreement.

“We’re both tired, we should go to sleep.” Draco stands up as he talks, offering you his hand. You groan as you stand up, body protesting against each movement.

“We’ll need our energy.” You walk towards the tent as Draco puts out the fire, dragging your feet with heavy eyes.

The tent is bigger on the inside, holding a queen sized bed, table and chairs, twin bed, and extra blankets in a box. You pull back the blankets on the left side of them bed and lay down, falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.


You wake up with Draco squished against your chest, holding you close to conserve warmth on this cold morning. You get out of his stronghold, waking him up in the process, but he doesn’t complain. You can tell he wants to but he won’t, probably for both of yours sakes. The ten is quickly packed up and put back in your bag.

“Y/n! Get down!” Draco falls to the ground behind a log, pulling you with him. You’re about to protest when you hear a car drive past you. You must be on the edge of the forest.

“Maybe there’s a town nearby.” You brush yourself off when you stand.

“We can follow the road, I doubt any Death Eater can drive a car.” You say, starting to walk towards where you heard the car. It’s not a paved road like you expected, it’s and old, dirt road with divots where countless cars had driven.

“What if there’s a town nearby? What then?” Draco asks as you start to walk up the road, still going north. You were going North for two reasons, it was away from Malfoy Manor, and The Order of The Phoenix had a base somewhere North, you heard Hermione Granger talking to Ron Weasley about it last year.
“Then we find an abandoned house to live in. There might even be place where we can work to get enough money to buy food.” Draco nods along to your words but soon enough you fall silent again. Neither of you talk as you walk, too afraid of the possibility that a Death Eater could be around any bend in the dirt road.

After walking for a few miles you reach a tiny village. It’s quaint, with a couple of kids running around and a market. It sits at the bottom of the valley, which is good luck for you because on the side of the valley are a few abandoned houses. They’re up for real estate but the signs are dirty and covered in vines, no one was going to be wanting this house.

“Okay, here we go.” You walk up the front porch and take out your wand, looking nervously around you. “Alohomora.”

The door unlocks and you open it, immediately greeted by an empty house. It smelled like old wood and dust, no one had been in here in quite some time. Luckily, you found no sounds of rodents, it seemed that whoever had put this up for sale had been very adamant on keeping them out, every tiny nook and cranny was sealed tight. Draco was working on getting a fire started in the fireplace while you looked around. You walked into the kitchen and tried the faucet, nothing came out.

“The water doesn’t work.” You lean against a wall, looking down at Draco who was looking in your bag for a change of clothes. He didn’t look like the well-kept boy you met in school; his hair was a white-blond mess, his silver eyes were tired, his clothes disheveled, he looked like an entirely different person.

“Did you expect it to?” Draco stands up, holding clothes that you never expect would be in a Malfoy’s storage. It was a dark jacket, tee shirt, and a pair of jeans.

“Not really.” You walk over to the small window at the front of the house, clear the dust with your shirt sleeve before staring down at the village below.

“There’s a market down there, maybe someone will have some work.” Draco hums as he disappears into a room to change.

“We need food, Draco. The stale bread in the storage room ran out this morning.” Draco walks back into the room, dressed normally.

“We can take a walk down now, but you should keep your hood up.” He secures a beanie over his white-blond hair, effectively hiding it from view.  You flip your hood up and walk out of the house, the bag bounces against your hip as you walk.

“Why do we keep going North?” Draco asks as you walk down the hill. He holds our cold hand in his own, giving the people on the pavement the impression that you were just a normal couple.

“It’s away from the manor, away from all of them.” You turn a corner, hand tightening on your wand for  second before relaxing, “And I heard about a base up North, I figure it’s our best bet at a safe house.”

You fall silent again but instead of the air being tense it feels relaxed. The people around you give you both a chance to blend in and with the new clothes you looked positively normal. The market was at the bottom of the valley, it had stands from each end of the street on each side, all selling different things. You try to pay in Galleons but the man at the stand wouldn’t accept them, not even when you told him they were made of gold.

“Is there a pawn shop here?” You ask him, stuffing the galleons back into the handbag. You could sell some of the stuff in the Malfoy’s storage, that would give you enough money for food.

“Two streets over.” The man points down the street and you take Draco’s hand again, walking with him towards the pawn shop.

It wasn’t hard to find, the only shop on the road. Draco and you had debated what you could sell to the muggles that wouldn’t kill them if they messed around with it, you agreed on some jewelry. Diamonds, it looked like, but they were covered in dust, along with some pearls, also covered in dust.  

The woman who ran the shop stood tall behind the counter, with soft eyes and bushy brown hair. You smile at her when you enter and she smile, her smile just s soft as her eyes. You walk up to the counter.

“Are you selling or buying?” She asks, pulling out a logbook and uncapping a pen.

“Selling.” You place the jewelry on the counter and she lifts it up to examine it.

“So, what do you think they’re worth?” You ask her. Draco walks up to stand beside you and puts his arm around your waist. His hand is in his pocket, probably holding his wand.

“Together? Six hundred.” She sets them down and looks to you expectantly.

“Alright, that sounds good.” She picks up the necklaces and starts to write in her log book right after you speak.

“Does a check work?” She asks, pulling out a checkbook slowly. You nod and she writes down the check.

“And I’m making this out to..?”  

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You say quickly, spelling it out when she asks you to. You take the check and exit the shop quickly, walking towards the tall building next to the church that was the bank. They were the only tall building in the whole village, you were surprised they were even there at all.

With the check cashed you headed for the market, stomach grumbling loudly. Draco wasn’t far behind, walking as fast as he could without drawing suspicion. You buy over a hundred pounds worth of food but as you walk back towards the house, you can’t think about the one, all you can think about is that you’ll eat tonight.

Neither of you cook -you don’t even think Draco knows how-, you eat bread and apples until you aren’t hungry anymore. The house didn’t have any furniture so you had to eat on the floor but neither of you were complaining, as long as you ate you didn’t have a problem. Laying on a blanket in front of the fire with Draco, you were both completely relaxed for the first time in over a year. That was until you heard a voice.

“Hello?” It belonged to an old man. You both jump up and hold out your wands. An old man walks through the door of the house.

“Stupefy!” Both of you cry the spell at the same time, effectively knocking the old man unconscious.

“That was close.” Draco sighs, running his hand down his face.

“It was just a muggle, Draco. We should wipe his memory, just to be safe.” Draco nods and helps you carry the man outside. You stand over him, with your wand pointed at his face.

“Obliviate.” You whisper, turning your wrist slowly. Draco bites down on his fingernails once you get inside again.

“We have to cast some protection spells.” You walk back outside and start to cast protective charms and spells around the house. When you get back inside, Draco is still biting his nails.

“Draco?” You ask, walking up to him. His eyes are closed but he’s shaking all over.

“It’s alright, it was just a muggle.” You try to calm him down. He opens his eyes, they looked scared.

“I thought it was- that they were-” He cuts himself off, too scared to talk. You nod and pull him into you, holding him tightly.

“I know, I get it.” He wraps his arms around you, hugging you just as tightly as you were hugging him.

“I’m a blood traitor, now.” He pulls out of the hug, looking down at you sadly.

“And I’m a mudblood-”

“You shouldn’t call yourself that.” Draco says quietly.

“Why not? I’m a mudblood and I’m proud of it!” he gives you a feeble smile, “My point is, Draco, titles that other people give you are not you, not really.”

“You can’t let others put you in a box, that’s just wrong.” You hold his hands in yours.

“Where did you learn that?” Draco asks. You shrug and let go of his hands. You sit back down in front of the fire.

“I don’t remember.” He sits next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“They don’t care that we’re good, they don’t care that we have the capacity for love, they only want us dead.” Draco leans his head on yours as you talk.

“That’s why we fight,” you intertwine your fingers with his, “for what we love.”

unexpected’ chapter 44 ‘missing’ is up! chapter written by @pansyprknson!

pairing: dramione
rating: M
summary: Hermione was not expecting Harry to outshine her in Potions, and she was certainly not expecting an unlikely friendship with Draco Malfoy to form because of it. Alternate HBP leading to DH.
authors: @pansyprknson and myself // ao3

Sharing a Pack

read it on the AO3 at

by sugar_screw

A fight. A fuck. A smoke. A small love story.

Words: 2796, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Houses as Tiny Turn Ons
  • Gryffindors:People who lean back against walls with one shoulder while they talk.
  • Hufflepuffs:Hugs that linger just a bit because neither of you really want to let go.
  • Ravenclaws:Someone leaning towards you from their desk to help you with a question/problem.
  • Slytherin:That 'accidental' slip of their gaze from your eyes to your lips as you're talking.
Cursed Child Character Summaries
  • Harry:*still famous and hating it*
  • Ginny:*cool mom*
  • Hermione:*always in love with ron*
  • Ron:*always in love with 'mione*
  • Draco:*sass + redemption*
  • McGonagall:*100% done*
  • Albus:*requires a hug 24/7*
  • Scorpius:Nerd™
  • Rose:*2k16 version of "it's leviOsa"*
If Harry Kissed Draco Instead Of Cho That Day
  • Harry:I kissed Draco.
  • Hermione:What?
  • Ron:*spits out drink*
  • Harry:....
  • Hermione:....
  • Ron:....
  • Hermione:So? How was it?
  • Ron:Awful, I bet. This is Malfoy.
  • Hermione:Ron, I'm sure Harry's kissing was perfectly enjoyable. To a certain extent. But seriously, Harry, how was it?
  • Harry:...Wet. I mean, he was crying.
  • Ron:I mean I know I said awful, but I didn't know it would be -- *gets cut off by Hermione smacking a pillow to his head*
  • Hermione:Don't you know how Draco must be feeling? He's just started rebelling against his parents, so he must be feeling conflicted about joining the order, confused about liking Harry and also the fact that he might be gay, guilty about kissing him when he is feeling this way because Harry obviously is in love with him.
  • Ron:One person can't possibly feel all of that once.
  • Harry:When did I ever say I was in love with --
  • Ron & Hermione & Everyone :Harry, we all knew.