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Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

A surprise update, because I felt like it.

After dinner, Hermione went to her rooms, as she was sipping her tea and wondering whether she wanted to read a muggle novel or an ancient book on transfiguration she had bought before the beginning of the school year, someone knocked on her door.

“Come in!” She called. A shock of platinum blond hair peeked inside the door.

“Hey, Granger. I know we’re done with the planning but… I have cinnamon rolls.” He smiled pushing a small pink box inside.

“And you know I could never say no to cinnamon rolls! I’ve showed you my weak spot and you’re taking advantage of it.” Chuckled Hermione. “Come in, Malfoy. I just made tea. Milk no sugar, as always?”

“What are you reading tonight, Granger?” he asked.

“I haven’t decided yet. Why don’t you choose?” She pointed towards her bookcase.

He stood there, looking at the titles and then took out a book and handed it to her.

“The Picture of Dorian Grey. Interesting choice, Malfoy. Have you read it before?” She asked.

“No, I’ve never heard of it actually. Is it muggle?”

“It is, but it’s about a magical portrait of sort.”

He sat down next to her as she began to read out loud.

“The studio was filled with the rich odour of roses…”

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 18

The following morning, Hermione woke up early and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her parents. She was not a great cook but she could make French toast, she made three and placed them under stasis charms so that they would still be warm when her parents came down. Wendell was the first to arrive.

“G-Goodmorning…” He paused as if he was trying to remember something. “Hermione! I smell something d-d-delicious.” He said.

“I made French toast for breakfast. With lots of cinnamon, just how you like it.”

“Thank you, d-d-dear. Would you mind helping your mum down the stairs? The s-stumbling is always worse in the m-morning.”

Hi, sorry if this is an annoying question but do you have a masterlist of your text fic? I keep trying to find a tag that will get me all of them parts but it’s not working for me haha I really want to read it!!

Hi! I'm afraid not. I'm new to tumbler and still figuring out how it works. But I have it all in my highlights on Instagram. I'm sorry it's messed up here. I'll try to figure out a way to put it in some order.

Thank you for your interest, I'm really happy you like it!

Of drought and downpour - chapter one

Inspired by the song "It's raining men"

Last night's plot bunny brought me here, more to follow over the next few weeks.

Hermione and Luna were sitting at the Sugar & Spice, a muggle-style coffee shop on the corner between Knockturn and Diagon Alley. A muggle born witch, who had graduated from Hogwarts a couple of years after they had, owned it and it had been a smashing success since it had opened a little over a year ago. It had become their safe haven for Saturday morning chats. Coffee tables and mismatched armchairs were distributed in small clusters, each area was enclosed in a privacy charm that allowed patrons to enjoy their time there without being ogled or overheard. People could see that someone was sitting but they could not focus their attention on anyone who didn’t want them to. White bookcases lined the lower part of the walls, everyone was free to take or donate books. Beautiful posters of magical and muggle cities as well as natural landscapes decorated the top part of the sage-green walls.

Hermione sipped her pumpkin spice latte and nibbled on a blueberry scone as she listened attentively as Luna recounted her date with Ernie McMillan.

"Hermione, believe me, it will take me a week to get rid of all the wrackspurts I caught. I can feel them crawling all over my head!” She scratched her scalp with an annoyed scoff. “He was 15 minutes late, and that alone is never a good sign. He was wearing dragon-hide boots! Can you believe it? They seemed vintage so I tried to ignore them. Vintage is the only exception I make, you know. We went to that posh French restaurant just beside Gringotts and he ordered for me, the audacity! He insisted I should really try the erumpent fillet! Me! Eat an erumpent fillet! I stood up and left." With a scowl and a sigh, Luna took a long sip of her double caramel oat latte followed by an indulgent bite of her triple chocolate vegan brownie.

Hermione shook her head disbelievingly. "It’s as if they don't even care to know anything about us. Everyone knows you became a vegan in seventh year! Ernie was with us, sat at the same bloody table!” she protested. “I went out with Hercules Monroe last night, he graduated from Hogwarts in 1994, Ravenclaw. As we were walking, he asked me what I thought of the House Elf Liberation Act. And before I could even reply, he started berating it and saying that whoever had written it had never met a house elf. We didn't even reach the theatre, we were going to watch the Phantom of the Opera in muggle London. I left him alone in the middle of Leicester Square." She scoffed.

Luna was shocked. “He is a solicitor, he should know who had that law passed! Was he just trying to insult you or is he that much of a moron?”

Just as they both resumed their breakfast, Ginny stormed through the door and headed towards the counter. When her order had been taken, she crossed the crowded sitting area and reached their table, throwing herself down onto the plush armchair her friends had kept for her and tossing a copy of the Daily Prophet on the small table. The words ‘The boy who lived to be dumped’ flashing in bold letters above a picture of Ginny stomping out of Grimmauld Place as Harry stood on the doorstep looking puzzled.

"I. Am. Done. The Boy Who Lived can go fuck himself! Why did I even start dating him? Why did nobody tell me I was idolising him for all the wrong reasons and he was only with me because he wanted to be a Weasley?"

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 11

In Chapter 11 we discover some new information about the spell and our two favorite idiots begin to get busy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/152411389

Trying to work on a cover

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - chapter 2

Part 5 - to be continued

Hermione’s day began with the slytherin first years. Matilda Flint walked straight towards her as soon as she stepped inside the classroom. “Professor Granger, I’m sorry about last week. I dodn’t mean anythig about the ring. I was confused.”

“It’s alright, Miss Flint. Just focus on your studies, rather than your Professors’ private lives.”

Her classmates were getting nervous, trying to stop Matilda from saying something she shouldn’t. Hermione was torn between exploiting the situation or protecting her students. She obviously chose the latter. She shooed Flint back to her seat putting her classmates out of their misery.

Her second period was free, but she refused to look at her phone. Third period she had 7th year Slytherins and Gryffindors. She was sure that Alicia Avery had a crush on Draco, she was the main reason why Draco had asked her to fake date him.

Avery didn’t disappoint. She walked through the door talking loudly to Belinda Bott (heir to the Bertie Bott’s fortune). “I saw him go out last night, he was so handsome with the green blazer. I’m sure he’s the perfect boyfriend, generous, smart. A proper gentleman.” She ended with a sigh. Bott continued. “And he is so in love with her! I hope she realizes how lucky she is.” More sighs followed. “I wonder if they kissed.”

Draco had written to her as soon as he’d opened his eyes. But she hadn’t read his message. He’d managed to get hold of Avery, she was the only one he could trust with this. He needed her to remind Hermione about their kiss. He wished he could speak openly to her and declare his feelings. But he was afraid she would run if he did. After class, Avery  and Bott came to update him. “Professor, we did as we had agreed. I think she’s just about ready to crack.” “Great job, ladies. Time for phase 4. Unleash the badgers.”

With a nod, Avery and Bott left Draco’s office and head towards the Great Hall. Before heading to the Slytherin table they stopped  to speak with the  Hufflepuff prefects.

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

I would probably cry.

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!