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My political Dramione, "A Clock With No Numbers," has been updated! Hermione heads to the village of Great Snoring with Harry by her side.

A CLOCK WITH NO NUMBERS

Chapter 38: Great Snoring

(The illustration was drawn by me for this chapter. Please do not use or post anywhere else.)

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Hermione Granger's Pitiful Creatures Crusade

Chapter Three Flashback: December, 1994 [link] Written to "forwards beckon rebound" by Adrianne Lenker

Hermione shook her head, exasperated. “Is this some forbidden thrill for you, appearing every time I’m alone and drawing attention to yourself via thinly veiled innuendos? Because it’s certainly not for my benefit.” 

“Maybe it is for your benefit, an act of charity,” Malfoy supplied easily. “You must be lonely, self-imprisoned in the library, reading your”—his searching hand bypassed her open Arithmancy text and snatched up the closed book next to it, which happened to be Mykew Gregorovitch’s Written Guide to Wandlore—“massive tome on the art of wand-making, apparently. Salazar, it’s worse than I thought, if you’re spending your time reading this drivel.”

She fought her blush valiantly. It wasn’t as if Malfoy would be able to deduce her reason for having the book set out at her workstation.

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Harry Potter Fanfiction (Work in Progress) Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger Alternate Universe: War & Postwar, Trials Setting Currently Published: 4 Chapters, approx. 11000 words. Available on both AO3 and Wattpad.

The war took Hermione Granger's mother, her sense of home, and—for a while—even her father's memory of her. It left Draco Malfoy a name he can't outrun and a family he no longer recognises. Neither of them expected to find their way back to each other. Months after the war's end, Draco sits in a Ministry holding cell, awaiting a tribunal that has already decided what he is before it hears a word he says — and Hermione will not let him go quietly. Some debts come due no matter how far you run.

Hermione Granger's Pitiful Creatures Crusade

Chapter Three: Unspeakable [link] Written to "I Know It's Over" by The Smiths

“It’s final then, your disinheritance?” Hermione asked, cautious.

“Yes,” Pansy sighed, throwing a bent arm over her eyes in an act of blatant melodrama. “Mother never wants to see me again. While I’m no longer partial to her dreadful company, either, I will miss the Galleons dearly.” Her other arm fell from the settee to snag the corked bottle of elf-made merlot resting on the floor next to her. She waggled it by its neck. “Shall we drink?” 

Hermione got the distinct impression that Pansy’s cavalier attitude was mostly bravado, born out of an innately Slytherin need to preserve her dignity. She decided to humour her by summoning two of the crystal wine glasses Pansy had stolen from the Parkinson estate. They floated out of the kitchen and landed on the coffee table between them. Without so much as sitting up, Pansy followed Hermione’s lead, making a series of wand gestures that had the bottle uncorking itself and filling their glasses, the merlot flowing until it met the gilt rim of each glass. 

“To your bravery, Pansy.” Hermione lifted her drink in cheers. 

Pansy scoffed, righting herself. Crookshanks hopped from her lap and settled at her feet, curling around them. She grabbed her glass and downed it before saying, “Don’t make me out to be some bloody Gryffindor. Insult to injury, Granger.” 

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The next few chapters are going to be a little more romantic, cozy, and soft after all the chaos. There will still be teasing and emotional messes, obviously, but also a lot more cute moments between the pairings 💚

When in Vegas, one fake dates the love of one's life (or rather, the last eight months, two weeks, and four days) and does one's best not to do anything too stupid, like drunkenly get married. Right?

When in Vegas, Draco Malfoy gets married and absolutely does not have a Crisis of Unimaginable Proportions.

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Hi, Granger, I see that you’re lifting some heavy weights. Need a spotter?

No. Stupid.

Hi, Granger, need some water? I’ve got my bottle right here. Why was I staring at you as you squat? Why, because you’re sweaty and glowing and I’m half in love with—

Was he a moron? That would never work.

Hey, Hermione. We’ve been colleagues for eight months, two weeks, and four days, and I’ve spent all that time trying not to get hard in your presence. Your bum gets me hot. Your brain gets me hotter. Marry me?

Hermione Granger’s Pitiful Creatures Crusade

Chapter Two Flashback: November, 1994 [link] Written to "It's Called: Freefall" cover by Paris Paloma

They marched over to their petrified skrewt, side by side but not together, their steps just disjointed enough to communicate their mutual reluctance to be in the presence of one another. Hermione bent for the leash, but Malfoy folded down into the cold grass a little ways off instead, facing the lake, propped on his arms.

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Relaxing.” He cast a quick Tempus. “There’s half an hour till the bell. I don’t see why I should spend it walking a horrid beast.”

Hermione rested her hands on her hips. “Horrid as it may be, we’ve been charged with its care—”

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