A smile tickled the corners of Hermione’s mouth as she clicked Send. She listened to the whoosh of the message and then turned off her computer.
When the ping! had come in, she’d had one foot half-out the door of her flat. She’d dropped her coat and darted for her computer desk, a wide grin blossoming at her inbox.
You’ve Got Mail.
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Read it here. Graphic by @dreamsofdramione
this story means a lot to me, and I’m excited to share my vision with you all :) here’s to completing my first dramione fanfiction one year ago!
read happy pills on ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/27697723/chapters/67785655
I just finished reading secrets and masks and I dont think im ever going to recover.
Sure, I could read another dramione fanfic to ease the hole in my heart, but nothing will ever do theo justice quite like emerald_slytherin.
Hello fellow dramione lovers! I’ve made a tumbler account. Here’s my first dramione drawing that I did for @dandybinds on instagram go check out her amazing work. Mostly on twitter these days but I’m excited to be over on this side of the internet ❤️
I want Harry Potter fan fic about some member of the Royal family finding out they are a wizard
“I am perfectly fine and capable of returning to work!”
Draco frowned as he picked up the clipboard and reviewed the patient sheet, which revealed that, yes, his ears had not deceived him. Hermione Granger was on the premises. As if anyone could mistake that shrill voice for someone else. As if anyone else would consider a mild concussion, broken wrist, and several abrasions inconsequential in the face of an open work case.
He rotated his shoulders and cracked his neck before stepping into the room.
“Miss Granger.”
She went mute, mouth hanging open and eyes wide in astonishment at the sight of Draco Malfoy dressed in light green healer robes, a St. Mungo’s badge with his credentials pinned to his chest. If he had known his presence was all it would take to silence her, he would’ve entered sooner.
“It appears you have several injuries stemming from moderate to mild, but I’d still like to do a few scans of my own. Will that be alright with you?” Draco kept his voice as professional as possible in the soothing tone all staff had been trained to use. Rather than calm her, his voice seemed to snap her back to life, as she stiffened her back and squared her shoulders in what might have been preparation to attack. He would have none of that.
The instant she opened her mouth, Draco whipped up one hand to insert a tongue depressor while the other waved a wand for the first diagnostic scan. He didn’t really need to see down her throat, but the tool served its purpose in keeping her indignation at bay for a few moments longer. His spell confirmed the patient sheet’s findings.
“Mild concussion confirmed.”
He removed the depressor and moved the wand downward slowly, muttering his second spell. She dutifully shut her mouth and allowed him to continue uninterrupted.
“Broken wrist confirmed. A few sprained finger joints, as well.”
Draco took a step back and ran a final scan far larger and more detailed than the previous. Hermione’s eyes darted back and forth over the information from where she sat, but kept her silence. Other than the broken and sprained injuries which pulsated a warm orange, most of the findings were a solid green indicating good health and a promising recovery.
He dismissed the scan with a flick and leveled her with his most reassuring smile. “Good news, Miss Granger. Everything looks to be in good order and we’ll have you all fixed up in today’s visit. I do recommend keeping you here overnight for observation due to the concussion, but then you should be ready to return home tomorrow morning after a final check up.”
Her initial relief as the start of his speech transformed into surprise, then quickly to alarm. “Wait, you want me to stay here overnight?”
“That is what I recommend, yes,” he affirmed.
“Whatever for? I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself and I assure you I can just as easily Floo here if I do feel any continued side effects.” The speed and volume at which she spoke increased exponentially as she blurted out the words seemingly without taking a single breath. Draco watched in fascination as her loose hair seemed to grow in size with her agitation.
“Do you live alone?” He scanned her sheet looking for any mention of a partner or family member upon check in.
“Excuse me?” she gasped. “I hardly see how that is any of your business, Malfoy! I’m not some delicate flower in need of a partner or guardian–”
She was apoplectic, shrugging off the hands of his fellow healers as they mended her surface injuries. She spat the words out in a perfect imitation of her familiar, whom he now remembered storming the castle when they were students as if the fluffy beast owned it.
He inserted his explanation in the middle of her tirade with practiced precision. “Please do not take offense at my question. I was merely making the same inquiry we make for similar cases. If you take a turn for the worse while asleep, you will likely be unable to ask for help.”
She fumed silently, unable to argue with his logic.
“So I ask again: do you live alone? Do you have anyone who can attend to you tonight?” He half expected her to name one of her infamous friends, or perhaps one of the string of hopeful suitors reported about in The Prophet. He motioned to his coworkers to continue treating her injuries.
“Yes, I live alone. No, there is no one available to watch me tonight.” She bit out the words with venom, and Draco had the sudden instinct to put up a shield. With her fingers and wrist now mended, she gripped the flat sheet over her lap fiercely. “I’d still feel more comfortable in my home, unless–” Her eyes darted around at the others in the room, before returning to his, chewing at her lip with enough force to make it bleed.
“Give us the room, please.” At his curt command, the others immediately left.
The only unfinished task was her head injury, and he stepped forward slowly with his palms held out in a placating manner. “I’m going to treat your concussion now, and you’ll feel a bit of a strange tingle, nothing to worry about.”
She watched him as he stepped into her space, only shutting her eyes once his fingers gently tilted her chin upward as if preparing for a kiss. He obliged her.
The softest brush of skin to skin, then a nibble to her bottom lip, and she parted them willingly to allow him entrance. She tasted like coffee and cinnamon and just a hint of chocolate. His free hand slowly rotated his wand where it pointed at her temple, as if he regularly snogged and treated his patients simultaneously. He knew the spell worked when she gasped at the telltale tingle.
“See? All better now.” He pulled back with a smirk fighting its way forward, an expression he usually suppressed while at work.
Her eyes opened and she blinked a few times to clear away the daze. “Is this how you treat all your patients?”
“Only my favorite ones.”
She snorted at his quick response. “Since when am I a favorite of yours?”
“I don’t take just any witch home overnight for a shag and then make her breakfast the next morning.”
“So is this hospital stay your attempt at a second date?” Hermione stared at him in that piercing way of hers.
Draco was transported back to their recent reunion after several years of just missing one another at public functions and spaces. It was her eyes and that mouth of hers that reeled him in as an adult just as strongly as they had irritated him as a child. Going head to head with her about her work in the Ministry had turned him on far more than any of his arranged dates with Narcissa-approved socialites. Several drinks and arguments later, they stumbled through the Floo straight into his flat where clothes were stripped off and all misgivings about their past and present were shoved into a dark corner to be worried about another day. He still had dreams about the way she breathed his name every time she climaxed, and wished the nail marks she had left on his back would magically reappear.
“Technically, we still have yet to schedule a first date, unless you always include one-night stands. Also, I fail to see how keeping you bedside company in a hospital qualifies as a date.”
She fixated on the second part of his sentencing, ignoring the comment on one-night stands. “You’ll stay with me here?”
“I was planning on it unless you’d prefer otherwise. I might even be convinced to sneak you something better than the standard hospital fare of gruel and green peas,” he teased. “Contrary to popular opinion, I am quite well liked here.”
She studied him with obvious interest. “Alright then. I will stay, and you will keep me company, and then we will see where we go from there.” She held her hand out like she meant to shake on some kind of business deal.
He instead brought her hand to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to the knuckles. Hermione’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before her mask of cool professionalism dropped into place once more. Draco fully intended to rip that facade off of her so forcefully, she’d forget to ever use one with him again.
But until then…
“Miss Granger, if you’d please follow me.”
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Modern Dramione AU🦁🐍
"Always got that nose stuck in a book Granger. Ready for our date?" Hermione startles and flips around at the sound of his voice.
"Malfoy? You’re early, I told you I needed to finish this poti-" She flicks her wrist to check the watch resting there and stops short.
"Merlin, I can’t believe I lost track of time like that.." Hermione grimly turns to the unfinished looking substance in the cauldron she’d been slaving over for an hour, and then to her boyfriend with a look of exasperarion. "It’s too pink, and its been stinking up the room. I have no idea how to fix it"
"I’ve never seen a potion defeat you like this. Would you like some help oh mighty bookworm?" Draco teases and steps forward to circle his arm around her waist. She pouts and pushes him back slightly.
"Oh ha ha. I’d love to see you try. Professor Snape only glorfies your Slytherin tush. Unfortunately the rest of us belong on his very long list of people he’ll send to detention over breathing too loud."
"Only Snape? Don’t you also glorify my tush?" Malfoy juts out his lip and tightens his grip around her. She snorts and pulls her arms around his shoulders in defeat, because of course he would only hear the part where she talks about his ass.
"Give me five more mi-" she starts to say.
"Nope, you need at least another hour to rectify that aboniation. The frog tongue is whats giving off that lovely fragrance by the way." he says and accentuates this point by wrinkling his nose.
"Oh so it’s not the sassy ferret in front of me insulting my potioneering skills?" she deadpans.
"Touché bookworm"
"I try" she grins.
That awkward moment when they sing happy birthday and you don’t know what to do with yourself. 🚬 🧁
Happy Birthday to my comfort character Draco Malfoy! I’ll never tire of drawing him <3
I got invited to participate in this amazing collaborative dramione project (which was such an honour!); then I got to draw some art for @eggbagelsjr awesome story!
Go read it or listen to it! It’s so fun and clever!! (I was flailing and smiling while reading!)
Then go look at all the other fest submissions (and read and listen to them too!!).
There’s SO much talent in our community! :D
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger’s Mother, Hermione Granger’s Father Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Co-workers, Unspeakable Hermione Granger, Magical Maintenance Officer Draco Malfoy, Magic and Science, Secret Organizations, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Memory Loss, Magical Bond, Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Blood and Gore, Needles, Knives, Bombs, Torture, Dentists, Bad Jokes About Dentistry, no really like, Why did the dentist make his patients drink Veritaserum?, Because the tooth hurts!, Cover Art, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes Series: Part 3 of Draco’s Quarter Life Crisis Collaboration Fest (an ETL Echo 2.5 year celebration) Summary:
Outside her lab, Hermione was aware of four work-related facts: (1) she was employed by the Department of Mysteries, (2) she did research in the field of magical physics, (3) she was on the cusp of a very important breakthrough, and (4) she enjoyed her work immensely.
What she conveniently forgot during her off-hours: despite all her manifold professional and personal accomplishments, the primary reason she looked forward to coming to work was…
…Draco Malfoy, L.O.M.L. Maintenance Officer.
OR: Hermione Granger accidentally invents a magical bomb and has six hours to learn how to defuse it. Unfortunately, she’s lost her memories. Double unfortunately, Draco Malfoy, the one person who can help her, is covered in blood and holding a knife to her throat.
“Come with me tomorrow.”
Granger’s fingers twined through the hair at the base of his neck as she peppered kisses across his jaw, working her way towards his lips. He struggled out of the pleasant haze he’d be in to focus on her request.
“Why?”
His question seemed to jolt her out of her mission to snog him senseless. She sat back with a frown, still straddling his hips from her position in his lap. Her fingers smoothed over his shoulders to press against his chest, almost as if she was confirming for herself he still breathed, that his heart still beat.
“Because I’m tired of hiding. I want everyone to know about us.”
Draco wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. They’d come a long way the past few months, this final year at Hogwarts a welcome reprieve from the public eye. His unlikely friendship with Granger stemmed from a class project that resulted in his full apology for everything they had gone through during the war, and for the several years of his shite attitude before that. He’d been a right prat. He dodged her gaze and stared shamefully at her tie, the red and gold mocking him with their colorful warmth.
“Why does it matter if they know? I hardly think they’ll be interested in forgiving Draco sodding Malfoy.” He couldn’t stop himself from sneering his family name like some kind of curse, a sickness to be purged.
Strong fingers gripped his chin, tilting it up and forcing him to look into her eyes. “Because I care about you. About us.”
“You do?” Draco wanted to squirm away from the hope threaded through those two words. Such an elusive emotion felt foreign, a forgotten pain he had learned to bury deep.
“I do. And I want us to have a real chance after graduation. That means no hiding from friends and family.”
Draco wasn’t even sure what friends or family he had left anymore to share with her. His mother. Blaise. Theo. Pansy, maybe. Hermione and his future likely held get togethers populated entirely by people he once considered blood traitors and mudbloods. His stomach churned.
“…I see.”
“Or is that not what you want?” Warm eyes gazed into his own, completely without judgment. He had a sense that she’d accept his answer no matter what with grace and understanding. She truly wanted the best for him, didn’t she?
“I do…want us.”
Salazar. The smile she beamed at his admittance nearly blinded him with the strength of it.
“Are you okay?” Her face has transformed into one of immediate concern, and he realized he must have winced from her imaginary heat.
“Do you have any idea how bright you can be sometimes?” he teased, playfully tugging at her tie. “I’m used to dark, dank dungeons. Snakes and shadows and all that.”
“Hmm, I see.” She fought back a smile as she turned his head side to side, as if inspecting him for signs of infection. “You look perfectly healthy to me, other than a bit pale. If anything, you could use more sunshine.”
She really had no idea of the effect she had on him, one she’d honestly had since their first year but he was too stubborn to acknowledge. All the vitriol he spat, the poison he’d help spread, and now he had this chance to start fresh.
“I’ll go with you tomorrow. Let’s give them something new to remember.”
Hermione’s hands clutched his in delight, and Draco let himself be swept up in her joy. Somewhere inside of him, a door cracked open.
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Art for fanfic “Academy X”
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