Dramione Is Life

for my beloved friend @colubrina

Hermione wanted to roll onto her stomach so badly, but the pain and the scars with their potential of opening up wouldn’t let her.

Her favourite music played softly in the background - Caro Emerald was not the most soothing of choices, but soothing wasn’t what she needed. On the contrary, she needed as many reminders of her strong and healthy body, of energy and life that she would regain once more in only just a few days of rest if her muggle doctors were to be trusted.

They were not trusted by Draco, though.

“I still don’t understand why you wouldn’t go to St. Mungo’s instead,” He murmured, fluffing her eiderdown.

“I told you why, intrusive surgery is best done by professionals. I don’t particularly believe in the precision of spells in such a delicate matter,” Hermione responded.

“You’re a witch!” He said.

“Yes, and that’s exactly why I know how unpredictable magic can be. Now would you stop fussing, please?”

He rolled his eyes and perched on the edge of the bed.

“Do you need anything?” Draco asked affectionately tucking Hermione’s hair behind her ear. It did nothing, for the hair sprung back out after he took away his hand, but she nuzzled into the touch nonetheless.

“Just my boo. I think it’s on the…”

“Coffee table in the lounge, be right back,” Draco nodded and leaped out of the room, returning three seconds later winded but looking mighty pleased.

She giggled.

“You are so adorable, mother hen,” She teased.

He rolled his eyes again, but she could see the tiny smile tugging his lips upwards.

She opened the book and started to read immediately, but her husband’s gentle stare broke her concentration.

“What?” She asked, as softly s she could, lowering the novel.

“You want some tea?” He offered, “Mother sent a very good herbal painkiller this morning, she had it mixed specially for you.”

Hermione looked at him closely. He was worried, she knew, but the surgery was routine, if unpleasant. He looked wired like he was ready to jump out of the window at her request and gallop away on any possible errand.

Adorable. Big scary Mr. Malfoy.

“All right, some tea would be nice,” She smiled.

HE returned her expression and went to the kitchen.

She began to read again, lowering a hand from the bed, cooing softly for Crookshanks.

A gentle “wreoow” sounded from under the bed and Crooks’ squishy face appeared at the edge of her vision.

“Hey, little friend,” Hermione said, giving him her palm,

The cat put her wet little nose to her fingers and jumped up onto the bed, at once curling up next to her knees, starting up into a loud purring.

She started to read again and felt herself relax. She heard Draco clattering about in the kitchen, the songs changing in the lounge, Crookshanks purring away like a little engine. A bird chirruped in the bushes under her window, the smell of rose bushes wafting in through t’s cracked frame.

“Tea, milady,” Draco said, walking into the room with a little silver tray of treats.

Hermione put the book down and palmed the soft fur on Crooks’ upturned belly. 

“Oh, are those macarons?” She asked, excited.

“Indeed they are,” Draco nodded, placing the tray on the bedside table and pouring the tea, “Your favourite flavour with a little twist.”

“Is the twist the fact they’re shaped like cats?” Hermione giggled.

‘Yes,” Draco said, blushing ever so slightly.

“You are so cute, Draco,” She said, touching his forearm.

He looked at her and instead of his usual huff and retreat from such a compliment looked deep into her tired eyes and laced his fingers through hers.

“I belong to you,” He said softly after a moment.

She squeezed his hand and he knew what she wanted to say, her eloquence betraying her like always at his sincerity.

He kept looking at her until the cup of tea he prepared levitated slowly between them.

“Fine, fine, I’ll drink the tea,” She sighed and took it.

He grinned and touched a soft, pink paw Crookshanks outstretched towards them.

Harry : Okay I guess.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

•••

“Is there someone else? Don’t lie.”

This was the first thing Draco heard when he walked into the bedroom of Hermione’s small apartment. It was the middle of the day, and he assumed she was still at work.

“What?” His face contorted into one of confusion as he placed his jacket in the closet. He turned to face her and smirked at her stance.

There she was; her curly brown hair was messy against her face, her hands placed on her hips the same way they had been all those years ago in school. Her eyes narrowed at his smirk.

“Why are you smirking, Malfoy?” She demanded.

Oh boy, he thought, I’m in trouble.

“What are you on about now, Hermione. I just walked through the door.” He walked past her and continued to change into something more comfortable.

She followed him angrily. “This is the sixth time I’ve came home to an empty apartment. You don’t work, you weren’t with Pansy or Blaise…” She trailed off as said boy turned to face her.

His eyebrow raised in a way that made her flush, “And?”

“And after thoroughly thinking it through, I’ve came to a conclusion. You’re cheating on me!” She huffed.

Draco’s eyes widened as he heard his girlfriend finish. He couldn’t help but laugh, but at the sight of the Gryffindor girl crying he immediately hushed.

“Oh, Merlin,” he cursed. “Hermione.”

There was no answer.

“Hermione Jean Granger! You seriously think I’m cheating on you?”

She nodded slowly, looking defeated.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a black box. He walked towards her slowly, unsure.

“This is where I’ve been. Ask Harry.”

He placed the box in her hand and watched as she opened it. Gasping, she touched the ring slowly.

“Draco..”

“Usually I would be a bit more proud of the fact… she’s my wife.”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

•••

Draco groaned internally as he watched the golden trio dancing in the middle of his mother’s party. Ron and Harry were flapping their arms around like dying hippogriffs, but even they looked peaceful compared to his wife. Hermione moved around the two boys as if she forgot everything she had learned about dancing. He knew she danced well, but he had no idea what was going on at this moment.

His face flushed as one of his mother’s guests stood behind him, “Merlin,” he mumbled.

“Oh, Hermione, what are you doing?” Draco cursed to himself.

“Wait, you know her?” The man’s eyes went wide as he waited for an answer.

Walking down Diagon Alley, the dark brunette in her ravishing blue dress robes entered a store. The store bell rang as she entered.

‘Malfoy Potions and Products. Hm, I love Diagon Alley,’ the lady smiled absentmindedly. It had been fifteen years since she last saw the Malfoy man. At the church, on their wedding day, in front of thousands of people. He had left her standing alone, in front of all the Wizarding world.

‘We’ll be down in a moment,”

The store was precisely sophisticated. Its walls were a dark shade of green, whilst the draws were black. Potions stood on the racks and some were floating. As she begun to glance at every inch of the place, a young girl - fourteen, perhaps - walked down the staircases. Her hair short, frosty blond which reminded her of snow. Her eyes were dear-shaped and looked as though her iris’s had been dipped in a vile of chocolate. Her lips were plumped, and skin ice-white.

‘Sorry for the wait, I presumed my mother would have come and assisted you,’ The adolescent smiled at the woman.

‘It’s okay, dear. Is Mister Malfoy here? I have a few items I must give him,’ She smiled sweetly, ‘Ministry business,’ She half whispered to the girl. The woman presumed this was a girl Draco had hired to work whilst he was gone. The young girl looked bluntly at the woman, as if she were shifting through her mind, searching for all her mysteries and secrets. Her eyes staring intently - she’s seen that stare before. The girl quickly smiled mischievously.

‘Oh, right, of course,’ She smiled at her, ‘Who should I say is looking for him?’

‘Miss Greengrass. Astoria Greengrass.’ The young girl made no move, instead, she smirked at the woman.

‘Well then, Miss Greengrass, my father is at the ministry at the moment. Working, that is. So if it were Ministry business you were to see him about, you’re looking for him at the wrong place.’ The girl smiled.

‘Your- your father?’ The smile on Astoria’s face fell, ‘Your Draco’s daughter?’ The girl smiled.

‘Indeed. I’m Harmony Malfoy,’ Astoria saw the resemblance now. The hair, the skin, the smirk. But those eyes. She’d seen them at Hogwarts, in the hallways. She’d seen the glare before. But where?

‘Wh- who’s your mother, sweetheart?’ Harmony looked at Astoria, her eyebrows knitting together.

‘You’re not one to read the Daily Prophet, are you?’ Harmony asked, ‘Mother and Father are constantly on the front page. I’m surprised you’ve never seen them on it.’

‘I’ve been out of the country as of late. Rita Skeeter has never been an acquaintance anyhow, so I never seemed to have picked it up.’ Astoria stated, looking at the girl, attempting to inspect her eyes - hoping it’ll give her an insight of whom it resembles.

‘My mother’s-

The door of the store opened, the bell ringing as the blond entered. His coat full of snow, his black suit covered.

‘Harmony?’ He turned to see his daughter, and the woman he had so dreadfully called his fiancée once. His smiled faded, a glare replaced it. ‘Astoria. What are you doing here?’

Astoria’s eyes widened at the sight of Draco Malfoy. He hadn’t aged a bit.

‘I- I came-

‘She said she had to give you a few things,’ Harmony smirked, ‘Ministry business, apparently.’ Draco looked at his daughter and then back at the woman in her blue dress robes.

‘Honestly, Astoria, it’s getting old,’ He groaned.

‘I wasn’t aware that you were married, let alone had a daughter,’ She stated, crossing her arms. ‘Besides, I wanted to see you.’

‘Leaving you at the alter wasn’t a sign enough?’ Draco glared, ‘leave me alone, I have a daughter and a wife I adore more than anything - and she loves me for me, not my money,’ he walked toward his daughter, placing a kiss on her cheek.

‘Where’s your mother, ‘Mony?’

‘She was responding to the letter Aunt Luna sent about the party her and Uncle Theo are hosting,’

‘Granger?’ Draco yelled, hearing footsteps rush down a few moments after.

‘Granger?’ Astoria whispered to herself. Her eyes immediately found Harmony’s. The eyes she’s seen glare at her during Hogwarts days, the eyes she’s seen smiling fondly at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. The eyes of Harmony Malfoy was identical to the eyes of Hermione Granger.

‘What is it, Malfoy?’ There stood Hermione Granger, fitted in a white blouse and a sophisticated tight, maroon skirt. Hermione’s eyes immediately drifted toward Draco, her face brightening at the sight. She walked toward him, wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck, as his around her waist. She stood on her tippy toes to reach Draco, pressing a long peck to his lips.

Astoria abruptly turned and walked out of the store, the bell ringing behind her as she shut the door, leaving Hermione to pull away from her husband.

‘Who was it?’ She asked him.

‘Dad’s ex-fiancée, was it?’ Harmony smirked at her father. Draco looked at Hermione and smiled.

‘Bugging you again?’ Hermione asked.

‘As always,’ He groaned, ‘Have I ever told you that I adore you?’ He asked her, staring into her caramel eyes, smirking.

‘I feel my lunch coming up my throat,’ Harmony said, placing a disgusted look on her face. Draco and Hermione laughed. ‘Scorpius would hex himself if he saw this,’

Harmony walked away, up the stairs to find her younger brother - leaving her mother and father in the middle of the shop, in each other’s embrace. Hermione lost in his moon-like eyes, as Draco in her Chocolate-like eyes.

‘I love you too, Malfoy,’ Hermione smiled, kissing her husband intently.

Outside their store, Astoria Greengrass began to walk toward the exit of Diagon Alley, hoping to never step foot in that place again.

Chapter 22: “Just Thinking” - [Ao3] - [FFN]

“When did you speak to Blaise about it?”

She smiled, and it instantly made Draco’s stomach turn over.

“Last night when he came over to save me from Theo’s advances,” she said, now aiming her grin straight at him.

He raised his eyebrows and she laughed. “Yes he came on pretty strong. Apparently, he’s had a thing for me since 4th year. By the way, is that true or do you think he was just trying to take advantage of my situation?”

“Why? Are you interested?!”

She smirked. “Oh you know, he’s quite handsome…” she said, as she continued to stroll away from the spot where Draco stood frozen.

Turning back and seeing Draco’s look of incredulity, she stepped backwards and smacked his arm again shouting, “I’m bloody joking, Draco! I mean, not about him being handsome, that’s a simple fact, but I’m only interested in one pureblood Slytherin at the moment.”

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2Ecgq4K

by savedprincess85

My take on the oft-used trope of the Granger Family Reunion. Draco is Hermione’s date to the reunion and what ensues. Neither knows that the other is in love with the other though…It’s a fun, light-hearted story. One Shot

Words: 11092, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

The blame for their current predicament, Hermione decided, lay entirely with her best friend Harry.

It’s not like Draco had wanted a huge celebration for his 40th birthday.

It’s not like Hermione had wanted to go away for a long weekend to Ibiza.

Nor had she wanted to get drunker than she had in her entire life.

“This is what we would have done if we’d been normal teenagers,” Harry had said as they’d stood in the queue for their portkey, half a dozen other couples with them, all just as - if not more so- excited to be getting away from their mundane day to day lives and experiencing the party capital of muggle Europe.

Hermione didn’t remember much else after that.

There was a vague memory of an inflatable pink flamingo.

Lots of yelling in spanish.

And of course - the naked hot tub rendezvous she’d shared with her husband that had involved her spread out over the decking as he’d licked and sucked and fingered her to three orgasms before he’d slipped her into his lap and made lazy slow love to her for more than an hour.

It had been heaven.

It would have been better though, if two weeks later, the morning before their eldest children were due to step off the Hogwarts express as newly graduated seventh years, Hermione hadn’t woken up for the fourth morning in a row to her stomach screaming at her and hurtling her towards the bathroom at record speed. A quick wave of Draco’s wand as he’d stood over her, his hand wrapped in her curls to keep them from her face as she hurled over the toilet bowl confirmed their worst fears.

Pregnant.

At their age.

They would have to begin all over again. Right at the time when they were supposed to be taking a break from work and taking a year out to travel without having to worry about Scorpius and Lyra they were instead about to be thrust back into a world of nappies, 3am feeds and screaming infants.

Hermione wanted to cry. In Fact she did -  a lot. And when she saw her best friend the next day at the platform as they waited for their children to step off the train she immediately marched right up to him and whacked him in the arm. The action didn’t seem to startle him though because he looked as shell shocked as Draco had the day before and immediately she was worried.

She’d only seen that look on his face a handful of times in her life - and none of the previous occasions had been good.

“Harry,” she murmured quietly, wrapping one arm around his shoulder and angling them so that nobody other than Draco and Pansy, Harry’s wife, could hear them. “What’s wrong?”

Her best friend suddenly realised who was manoeuvring him and his eyes snapped to meet hers even as his mouth continued to gape like a fish. “Harry,” she gently cajoled, “what wron-”

“Pansy’s pregnant!”

Hermione would deny it till the day she died, no matter what Draco swore he’d seen, but her lips twitched into a smirk worthy of her husband and she flicked her eyes in Pansy’s direction to see the woman smirking at her over Harry’s shoulder and she grinned.

✓  she loves dramione (and so do i tbh) so i made this for her!

✓  she has the same birthday as me!

✓  the filter makes it look weird but oh well,,

She always liked Autumn best—the scarlet and gold hues, the cool and crisp breeze, and the crunch that came with each footfall. She had always strangely loved how the threat of rain loomed in the ceaselessly grey skies. She finds solace in the glum of Fall, she always said. 

She watched in amusement as her breath smoked and rose above her as she ambled down the sidewalk. Time and everything else seemed to pass much slower than it usually did, which she adored. Although everyone around her seemed to be drowning in sorrow and melancholia, perhaps from how the breeze seemed to carry the feeling of nostalgia with it, it was in the little things about Autumn, that brought her joy. 

But perhaps, it was truly because only in Autumn, he’d return for a month. Remembering that she was left with two days until he got back from the United States, she started walking with a spring in her step. He was the reason why the ever so morose Fall was jubilant for her. They were together for a year or two before he whisked off to the US, to join a research team for Medicinal Potions. She knew better than anyone that work like that could take years before they could achieve their giant step for wizardkind. Though she missed him dearly, she understood that he needed her everlasting and never-failing support. So she waited. For four years, she waited, for him to come back home to her. And for the years to come, she’d wait. 

The smell of damp earth filled her lungs as she got to the secluded park near her apparition point. Looking around for wandering muggles, she spotted one, all clad in black, much to her dismay. As she looked closer, she’d come to realise the lonesome figure adorned that familiar white blonde mane she adored. Heart beating faster, lump in throat, she stealthily treaded closer to the man. 

“Draco? Is that you?” she croaked, anxious.

“Hey Granger, missed me?” he turned, coming face to face with her. Her eyes were brimming with tears and an enormous smile lit her face, she hadn’t expected him, not today. She threw herself into his outstretched arms, wrapping hers around him, never wanting to let go. If there was any sadness lingering in them, it disappeared like rain in summer when their bodies collided. 

“Granger, I did it!” he said, breaking the hug. “We did it. We’ve found a permanent cure for werewolves! I no longer have to go back!” 

Upon hearing this, as cliché as it sounded, her world spun and time stopped. No more goodbyes or lonely nights, no more waiting, no more binge-eating ice cream when she missed him. She was rendered completely speechless and left with thoughts on whether this was something certain.

“This isn’t a joke, is it?” she said, her voice quaky and quiet. She looked straight into his eyes, the eyes that had the hue of a beautiful ocean grey, pools of mercury she could get lost in. 

Only answering with a smile and a soft chuckle, he got down on one knee. She watched with tear-filled eyes as he looked up to her and held her hand, his face glowing under the trickles of rays of sunshine. Reaching out for a ring, he asked,

“Hermione Granger, will you marry me?”

Hi! Sorry for the delay in fulfilling this prompt – I’m embarrassed that it’s almost November and I am just no getting to it, especially since I love the concept. I hope you like this one!

Hiding behind a tacky plastic menu, peering over the top of some very inauthentic sounding pizzas, Draco Malfoy knew – he knew – he was well and truly fucked. He felt that vicious coil of jealousy tightening in his belly every time he watched Hermione throw her head back and laugh, nestled into one side of a booth with his own best friend, Theo Nott.

Watching them order another round of pints, Draco could barely contain a groan, knowing that he only had himself to blame for his predicament.

When his academic rival turned reluctantly friendly lab partner with a perpetual chip on her shoulder, Hermione Granger, had casually mentioned that she was interested in getting back into the dating field a name had popped out of his mouth before he could even think about it.

Me, he thought to himself, why the fuck didn’t I just ask her out on a date myself?

No, instead, he’d gone and told her that he knew the perfect guy for her, before giving her Theo’s number, waxing poetic about how much they had in common, all the while wondering how he could stop the word vomit when he didn’t want anyone to date her but himself.

And now, he’d ended up following them to the rather gauche pizzeria that Theo must have suggested, watching them laugh and have a fabulous time, feeling more and more awful like some kind of creep.

“Draco?!” He would have recognized Hermione’s voice in his dreams, though he could confess that it was typically more breathily said when he was in dreamland. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Realizing that he must have been a little bit more obvious than he thought, with a baseball cap trying to hide his signature white-blond hair, he stared up at Hermione, who was standing looking rather cool in a raspberry colored dress and black leather jacket, her hands on her hips.

When he didn’t answer quickly enough, her voice was quickly reaching a shrill quality. “Well?” she prodded further.

“I just– would you believe that it was just a coincidence?” he asked, knowing how lame it sounded, but not wanting to tell her the real reason.

Hermione snorted at him. “Then why didn’t you come and say hello?” she asked. When he still didn’t answer, she looked over her shoulder towards where Theo was watching them from their newly vacated table. “Can I speak with you outside?” she asked.

Draco nodded, leading her outside, barely able to stop himself from pressing a hand onto her lower back. When they got outside, she shoved her hands into her pockets, her breath coming out in white puffs. “Why were you glaring at Theo like that?” she asked finally. “You’re the one who set me up with him in the first place.”

Looking into the restaurant, he could see Theo staring at them curiously. Deciding that he would get nowhere with her if he wasn’t just honest with her, Draco knew he had to bite the bullet and just tell her. Hopefully it wouldn’t fuck up their fragile new friendship in the process. “I’m…I’m jealous okay?” he said, cringing at how harsh he sounded. “I wanted to be the one to take you on a date.”

She smirked up at him, obviously looking very pleased with herself that she’d gotten him to admit his feelings to her. “Well, it’s a good thing that Theo and I decided that we were better off as friends,” she said, slyly. “Turns out, there was someone else I had wanted to date.”

He felt his breath catch in his throat. “Really?” he asked, his voice going a bit higher than usual. Unbidden, he looked at Theo and saw his friend giving him a thumbs up.

Knowing that he was only going to mess up if he tried to use his words, Draco decided to just show her how he felt. Tangling his hands in her long, wavy hair, he pulled Hermione against him, tilting his head just so, in order to catch her lips in a passionate kiss.