Dramione // Reylo

These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their catalog to find other gems. 

Here's Part One, if you missed it. Part Two below:

Action

bam (a sudden loud noise/sudden impact)

bang (a loud noise like an explosion or gunshot)

beep (a short high-pitched electronic sound)

biff (a short, sharp movement)

blip (a short, high-pitched electronic sound)

boing (representing the noise of a compressed spring suddenly released)

boom (a loud, deep, resonant sound)

buzz (a low, continuous humming sound)

ching (the sound of metal on metal)

clang (a loud, resonant metallic sound or series of sounds)

clank (a loud, sharp sound or series of sounds)

clap (the act of striking the palms together/an explosive sound)

clatter (a rattling sounds as objects fall or hit each other)

click (a short, sharp sound/a short electronic sound)

clink (a short ringing sound)

crack (a sudden explosive noise)

crackle (rapid succession of slight cracking noises)

crash (a sudden violent noise)

crunch (a muffled or grinding sound made when something is crushed)

ding (a metallic ringing sound)

ding-dong (the sound of a doorbell, like the chiming of a bell)

drip (the action of liquid falling in drops)

honk (a long and loud beep, such as that from a car horn)

jingle (a catchy rhythmic sound/light metallic clinking)

kerplunk (a loud, dull sound or plunk)

knock (to strike a surface noisily in order to attract attention/ sudden short sound caused by a blow)

patter (a repeated light tapping)

pew-pew (a sound made by a laser gun)

ping (a short high-pitched ringing)

pitter-patter (the sound of a rapid succession of light beats or taps)

pop (a light/soft explosive sound)

pow (expressing the sound of a blow or explosion)

rattle (to make a rapid succession of short/sharp knocking sounds)

screech (give a loud, harsh, piercing cry/a lour, harsh, squealing noise)

sizzle (a hissing sound made when food is frying)

slam (a loud and forceful sound caused by something being shut)

slap (a sharp sound made by a forceful blow)

smash (violent breaking of things)

snap (tp break suddenly and completely, typically with a sharp cracking sound)

splash (a sound made by something striking or falling into liquid)

splat (a sound of something soft and wet or heavy striking a surface)

swoosh (the sound produced by a sudden rush of air or liquid)

thud (a dull, heavy sound)

tick (a regular short, sharp sound, especially that made by a clock)

thump (a dull pounding sound)

thunk (a dull, heavy sound, such as that of an object falling)

varoom (a roaring sound made by an engine at a high speed/revving up)

whack (to strike forcefully with a sharp blow)

whir (a low, continuous, regular sound)

whoosh (a sudden rushing movement and sound)

whump (a dull thudding sound)

wham (a forceful strike/impact)

zap (the sound of a sudden burst of energy)

Animal

arf (canine)

bark (canine, seal)

bah-gawk (chicken)

bellow (alligator, deer)

buzz (bee, hornet, fly, mosquito, wasp...)

caw (blackbird, raven, rook...)

chatter (monkey, mouse

cheep (bird)

chickadee-dee (chickadee)

chirp (bird, cricket, grasshopper)

click (crab, dolphin)

cluck (chicken)

cock-a-doodle-doo (rooster)

coo (pigeon)

croak (frog)

cuckoo (cuckoo)

drum (rabbit)

gobble (turkey)

growl (bear, canine, crocodilian, feline...)

grumble (boar)

hee-haw (donkey)

hiss (goose, snake)

honk (goose)

hoot (owl)

howl (canine)

hum (hummingbird)

maa (goat)

moo (cow, wildebeest)

neigh (horse, pony, zebra)

purr (canine)

quack (duck)

ribbit (frog)

roar (bear, feline, gorilla...)

scream (hyena)

screech (bat, eagle)

sing (songbird)

snarl (feline)

snort (pig)

squeak (hampster, mouse, squirrel...)

tlot-tlot (hooves)

trumpet (elephant, swan)

tweet (bird)

wheek (guinea pig)

whine (mosquito)

whinny (horse, pony, zebra)

whistle (bird, whale)

whoop (monkey)

Vocal

achoo/atishoo (the sound of a sneeze)

ahem (clearing throat to attract attention)

argh (expressing annoyance, dismay, embarrassment or frustration)

blech (to express distaste/gagging or retching)

blurt (to speak out suddenly and abruptly)

chomp (vigorous chewing)

cough (expel air from the lungs with a sudden sharp sound)

eek (used to express alarm, horror, or fright)

giggle (to laugh lightly in a nervous or silly manner)

glug (to drink or pour with a hallow gurgling sound)

groan (to make a deep inarticulate sound in response to pain or despair)

growl (a low rumbling noise that expresses discontent)

grunt (a short, deep sound inarticulated when angry, sullen, or lazy)

gulp (to swallow loudly and quickly)

gurgle (a hallow, bubbling sound)

hiccup (an involuntary cough-like noise)

huh (used to express scorn, anger, disbelief, surprise, amusement, or confusion)

hum (to make a steady continuous sound like a bee)

moan (a low prolonged mournful sound expressive of suffering or pleading)

mumble (speaking incoherently, like a sort of whisper)

murmur (to make sounds that are not fully intelligible)

ow (used to express sudden pain)

phew (an exhale of relief)

oops (an exclamation of surprise or of apology, as when someone drops something or makes a mistake)

ouch (an exclamation of sharp sudden pain)

squeal (to make a shrill cry/a sound of complaint or protest)

ugh (used to indicate the sound of a cough or grunt or to express disgust or horror)

yikes (used to show that you are worried, surprised, or shocked)

whimper (to make a low whining plaintive or broken sound)

whoop (a loud cry of joy or excitement/laughter)

The year is 2014. She has been given a lifetime achievement award from the National Book Awards. Neil Gaiman puts it on her neck in front of a crowd of booksellers who bankrolled the event, and it’s time to make a standard “thank you for this award, insert story here, something about diversity, blah blah blah” speech. She starts off doing just that, thanking her friends and fellow authors. All is well.

Then this old lady from Oregon looks her audience of executives dead in the eye, and says “Developing written material to suit sales strategies in order to maximize corporate profit and advertising revenue is not the same thing as responsible book publishing or authorship.”

She rails against the reduction of her art to a commodity produced only for profit. She denounces publishers who overcharge libraries for their products and censor writers in favor of something “more profitable”. She specifically denounces Amazon and its business practices, knowing full well that her audience is filled with Amazon employees. And to cap it off, she warns them: “We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.”

Dear Neil

Heroism isn’t exactly my thing, so please just look at me as your fellow writer, OK? Two grunts in the great war of Art against Insentience, or something.

Anyhow, yes, I did have a question:

I’m told I have 3 to 5 minutes to say thanks. Having sat through 5-minute thankyou speeches that seemed to last 3 hours, I thought I’d enliven the gratitude with some very brief remarks about (for one thing) the big publishers’ practice of grossly overcharging public libraries for ebooks, limiting access, etc. I know you’re a true library lion. So I wanted to check if you’d welcome this, & if so we could maybe kind of strike the same note – or at least tell you, so that if I do say some things that our publishers will perceive as ungrateful, subversive, unladylike, etc., it won’t take you by surprise.

very best wishes

Ursula

(And because I suppose some people might want to know what I replied, I said,

Dear Ursula,

I’m very happy to be a fellow grunt in the war.

I think that anything you want to say is going to be good, because you mean it. I don’t think chiding publishers etc is out of place from a public platform - it may even change things - and the world of five (or is it four?) monstrous huge international publishers us not the one either of us grew up with. (I’m with one giant in the UK, another in the US, in each case because they engulfed and devoured my original publisher.)

And we neither of us got where we are, or indeed, anywhere, by toeing any party line.

Love

„So civilized“.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41597901/chapters/106428489

Draco stood from where he’d leaned against the desk and walked around to the blackboard. He took up the chalk and wrote ‘Training Lights’ on the smooth surface. “Anyone know what these are?” he called over his shoulder.

“A safety measure.” A voice came from the very back of the room and Draco spun in surprise before he could bloody stop himself.

She was there.

Standing against the door, which she must have just slipped through. And Merlin, Circe and bloody Morgana, what was she wearing? It had been all conservative black robes since that first class, but right now she was so gorgeous (and so fucking sexy) that Draco almost dropped his chalk. His eyes ran up her body, from her very high heels to her closely-fitted tweed skirt, which skimmed her sleek thighs and hugged her deliciously curved waist. To a filmy blouse that he swore he could almost see through, and her hair, tame for once, laying over her shoulders in glossy waves. She was in more makeup than he’d ever seen her wear, eyes sultry and full mouth stained a deep berry colour that made him think of bursting sweetness—of sucking and tasting.

She lifted a brow.

“Er, quite right, Granger,” he choked out. “Nice of you to join us.”

He watched as she walked toward her seat, murmuring, “Sorry. Wizengamot hearing ran over,” as she sat lightly and crossed her legs.

Draco swallowed. He realised he was still holding the chalk up. He dropped his hand.

“Training lights,” he said. She nodded encouragingly.

Shit, he was still bloody staring at her.

Hello to you too? I’m Hermione.

Let’s skip the small talk. I’m Draco. Twenty-three. From Wiltshire, but studied at Durmstrang. I’m in between jobs at the moment.

Durmstrang didn’t admit Muggleborns until 2014, right?

Yeah. I take it you’re Muggleborn, then?

Is that a problem?

I wouldn’t be on this show, would I? What do you do for work?

I work at The Ministry’s DRCMC. How come you’re in between jobs?

I was playing pro Quidditch, but had to stop after the last concussion.

I know nothing about Quidditch.

Good. I’m tired of talking about it.

-

I’m surprised you’re speaking to me again.

It was you or the bloke who asked about my bra size…

So, where will you work next?

I’m kinda torn. My parents want me to run the family business, but I’ve always loved potions.

How fascinating! I scored O in Potions—that’s Outstanding at Hogwarts.

Why do I get the feeling you scored O in everything?

Do smart women intimidate you?

No, I rather fancy them.

-

Another meeting? Must be doing something right.

Is it shallow that I enjoy hearing your voice?

For all you know, I have green teeth and three eyes.

…I like your voice, too.

Why are you on this show?

It’s hard to tell if people like me for me or… other things.

The Quidditch stardom?

Something like that. You?

I find the experiment riveting.

Of course you do.

We live in such a shallow world. Have you tried Incendio, the dating app?

That’s a hookup app, Hermione.

No wonder I keep getting eggplant emojis.

Hahaha.

Gods, you’re cute.

-

You were right about Cormac.

Told you he’s a wanker. What happened?

He wants a housewife.

The horror!

Don’t laugh at me!

I’m not. I love your ambition. Plus, I’m glad my competition’s gone.

Am I your only one?

You know you are.

I feel really close to you, like we’ve known each other forever.

We’d make a good team, you and I.

Draco?

Yeah?

You should do that Potions Mastery if it will make you happy. Life’s too short.

-

Tell me where you see yourself in ten years.

In fifteen I’ll be Minister for Magic.

That’s bloody attractive.

You?

I’ll be married to the Minister for Magic.

Draco…

Hermione, I think it’s time we met.

(400 words, inspired by Love Is Blind, came 1st place in week 4 of LDWS, prompt: 2020s)

Art for the summer dtiys challenge by @dara-art

I really enjoyed drawing this art because of the colours!

The warm rays of the setting sun weren't warm enough, so Draco draped a blanket over Hermione's shoulders. She looked somewhere in front of her, to where, behind the green crowns of trees, the azure waters of Lake Garda sparkled. The golden light tangled in her hair, moved across her slightly tanned skin, and glittered in her eyes that seemed amber.

Malfoy froze for a second and then sat down beside her. In between them, there was a silence, as they watched the sky turn into burgundy and mauve colours. Barolo Canti with berry-fruity overtones warmed from inside out.

Draco kissed Hermione in the temple and closed his eyes, not noticing the smile that graced her lips.