Draco: You came. Hermione: Yeah... What? No insults tonight? Draco: No... You actually look very... Nice. Hermione: Oh... Well. Thank you. So do you. Draco: ... Thank you. Theo: (thinking) I'm going to wear a grey suit to their wedding; it will bring out my eyes.

/ death He doubts. Just for a second. Draco doubts. That's the moment Hermione remembers the most. The little tilt of his head. How his steps falter. A deep breath. He's going into an ambush. Planned by her. Draco is heading towards his death. But he doubts. Does he know something is wrong?

"Why haven't we slept together yet?" Draco asks her, as they drink to celebrate another win at court. The question sits heavily between them, and he watches avidly for any cracks in her armor, any signs of shock. He's disappointed. "Well," Hermione ponders, swirling the tequila in its glass.

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"You're my girl! Love, you will always be my girl!" Hermione sighs as Humphrey Bogart declares his love on the screen, and Draco rolls his eyes. "Really?" He whispers to her. "If I'm going on a fake date with you, Malfoy, I'm at least going to enjoy myself." She whispers back.

She's so good at that. Pretending Draco doesn't exist. After the first time they slept together, he really tried to follow her lead; wear his indifference as a shield. But he would never best her, what was he thinking? She's the fucking champ at making him feel like nothing.

"Sulking?" Draco snorts but doesn't turn when Hermione walks out onto the balcony. "Stop ignoring me. I can't keep waiting for you to tell me what's wrong." At that, he finally looks at her. "Funny. I can't keep waiting for you to finally realize you're in love with me."

"We meet again." Draco smirks. "Are you prepared to be destroyed?" Hermione laughs. "You really think you can trifle with me? Apparently you haven't met her..." "AMBUSH!" Rosie yells, running into the room and hitting her dad with a cushion. All's fair in war and pillows.

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"Of course, she always gets the spotlight, doesn't she?" Whispers a voice to Draco's side, as people clap for Hermione. A year ago he would've agreed. Now? "Well, she does make being a war hero look good," He drawls sarcastically, and the man who spoke goes red and walks away.

Draco finds Hermione crying on their couch. "Darling, what's wrong?" He asks, sitting beside her and rubbing her shoulders. "Nothing. It's stupid." She sobs. "Hey," he frowns. "It's not. Remember when you made me feel better when I was sad because I can't grow a beard?"

"Did you see what Granger was wearing?" Pansy asks Draco as soon as he gets to the office. "What, the blue dress? It's nice, although I do prefer the green one, it suits her better." "What?" "What?" "I meant the pin she had on her dress," she says, giving him a funny look.

"Why can't we stay like this forever?" Draco pleads. "I can't." Hermione cries. "I'm so sorry." "Don't let her leave," an older Draco says, as he watches them. "Stop her, you idiot." But as always, the pensieve ignores his pleas, and she walks out of his life all over again.

"Agh, look at him charming her," Draco grumbles, looking down at the young couple in the garden. "He's going to break her heart." He turns to find Hermione staring at him from their bed, utterly unimpressed. "Don't look at me like that." He says. "I wasn't half as bad."

"You are not going." Draco says. "You can't tell me what to do!" Hermione yells. "Besides, it's already paid for." "So you want to go on a trip with Weasley?" "No! But... Maybe we can go as friends." "Theo, has a man ever travelled with an ex 'as friends'?" "Never in the history of everdom."

Heyyy, Vas :) Here is something I wrote some time ago archiveofourown.org/works/62151952

It’s a WIP but here’s mine 👉🏾👈🏾 archiveofourown.org/works/481550...

archiveofourown.org/works/63628027 After a writing slump of anything worthy to be published in Ao3, a little Dramione for a fest🥹

Hiiii! This is a WIP I’m currently working on 🤧💗 Among Enemies and Old Rivalries archiveofourown.org/works/587450...

#dramione domestic fluff Draco wasn't sure if he'll ever be used to coming home to his family. It was quiet when he entered through the Floo, save for the soft tinkling of a lullaby coming from the sitting room.

I'm feeling such a disconnect with dramione writers. Can you share your writings here? 👇

"Why are you staring at Granger?" Theo asks, suddenly materializing next to Draco and scaring the shit out of him. "I'm not! I was staring at Longbottom. Wait. That's worse. Fine, I was staring at her." Theo hums. "She's cute." Draco's head turns so violently towards him, his neck cracks.

Draco stares at the enormous chandelier in the middle of the room and wonders how many people it would kill if it fell. It's one of his favorite pastimes during these fundraisers, next to doing lines with Theo in the bathroom. Speaking of... "Look who's back," his friend

"Why are you going on this date again?" Draco asks, lying on her bed. "Because I like him." Hermione replies. "Yeah, but /why/?" "Why are you here? I'm not doing your summer reading again." "Oh, I read it," Draco scoffs. "Can you believe she was the bell jar all along?"

You could hear the screaming from outside the door. "I will not stand for this, I will rise up and beyond!" "Uh," Hermione bit her lip in worry. "Is that normal?" "Sure," Mr. Nott said. "He gets like this sometimes." She could only imagine what kind of terrible event would

"So you're Hermione Nott, right?" Draco asks, leaning back against the chair in a pose that looks way too practiced to be entirely casual. "I am." Hermione says, smiling. "And you think I'm interested in joining your club?" "Well, if you aren't, then why are you in my office?"

Vas@sincerely-vas.bsky.social · 2y ago

Hermione stares at the Quidditch players from the luxury box. "Window shopping?" Pansy asks, raising an eyebrow. Hermione smirks. "Something like that." She tilts her head. "Who is the blond one?" "Oh, that's Malfoy," her friend replies slyly. "The club's new purchase."

Hermione stares at the Quidditch players from the luxury box. "Window shopping?" Pansy asks, raising an eyebrow. Hermione smirks. "Something like that." She tilts her head. "Who is the blond one?" "Oh, that's Malfoy," her friend replies slyly. "The club's new purchase."

"Fuck," Draco groans as Hermione bites his neck. "Quiet," she whispers, letting her hand drift lower down his body."Do you want to get caught?" They're hiding in one of the hundreds of unused rooms in the palace, because that's what they do now: secret sex. Secret married sex.

Vas@sincerely-vas.bsky.social · 2y ago

Hermione spends the whole night examining Draco's words in search of an insult, so by the time they arrive at the palace she's exhausted. "So tonight was good," Draco says carefully, for some reason following her to her room. "I'm tired," she murmurs. "Okay. Let's go to bed."

5 defining moments in Draco's relationship with Hermione 1. The first time they met "Okay, listen up!" Draco yells, storming into the office with an empty plastic conteiner. "This is MY lunch. You can see by the superior quality of the tupperware that it belongs to ME. So if I