pairing: dramione

Dramione - ‘Beautiful Things’

for @thestarfishdancer

Beautiful Things - Emm Gryner


“Draco…if you’re going to groan and grouse, you can leave,” Hermione said bluntly, tilting her head and maintaining eye contact with him.  As if she were daring him to counter.  

He was a bright fellow, there was no denying that.  And handsome as he possibly could be.  Excellent snogging partner.  Equally excellent at other things.  But as a N.E.W.T study partner, he was decidedly lacking.    

“Bloody well tell me to leave, then!” He reached for his book and parchments, slamming everything around needlessly.  “Because you know damn well I won’t stop groaning and grousing, Granger.”  

“Did you miss your nap today, Malfoy?” she asked, neither missing a beat nor flinching at his behavior.  

“Oh, so it’s Malfoy again?”  

“If it’s Granger again, it’s Malfoy.”  

“Hermione…” he hissed.  “My darling, my light, my pumpkin pasty…”  

She rolled her eyes.  “Let’s go back to ‘Granger’.”  

Dramione, ‘Come Over’

for @evolution-of-magic

Come Over - Clean Bandit


Hermione leaned over against her doorframe, her eyebrow arching slightly.  Malfoy on her doorstep, scuffing his shoe against her doormat.  What an absolute surprise.  

Or it would have been, if she wasn’t expecting him to come over.  He always did when he mucked things up.  

“So…” he began.  

“Draco…” she sighed, a smile tugging at her lips.  “You can apparate inside my flat, you know?”  

“I – I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”  

“It’s not presumptuous when we’re shagging each other six ways to Sunday….and on a fairly regular basis…” Hermione said with a shrug.  “One little disagreement isn’t going to change that, is it?”  

His eyebrows shot up towards his hairline.  “Is it?”  

“No,” she answered, holding out her hand.  “Now get in here, you relentless prat.”  

Roommates With Draco Part Three
  • Part Three: Three AM Revelations
  • Hermione: The human body is 70% water. So we are basically just cucumbers with anxiety.
  • Draco: Excuse me, with the amount of salt and firewhiskey I consume, I'm more like an anxiety pickle.