Meet The Grangers

— Only you, my darling, only you

COMPLETED SERIES

this is my first deep dive into dramione and i wanted to share these amazing series i’ve read in the last few months. no particular rank or order to this list. enjoy!!!

Manacled - @senlinyu / @senlinyuwrites  if you’ve delved into Dramione at all, you’ve most likely heard of this incredible dark epic. it takes place in a Voldermort Wins!AU and takes inspiration from the Handmaiden’s Tale about population control in this new frightful era of the Wizarding World. be prepared for all 77 chapters to consume you in this tale of love, loss and hope in between. 

+ emphasis on dark epic. the writer themselves have acknowledged that with such dark and heavy themes, there are large aspects of the story that may be triggering for some people and therefore manacled might not be the fic for you - and that’s totally okay! (what’s important is that you take care of yourself) as always, read the tags and know your limits. + senlinyu is a phenomenal writer, often collaborates with @elithien, pairing their artistry together. @avendell is also another great digital artist who has worked closely with senlinyu, even creating multiple companion art pieces for Manacled (but try not to let the art spoil some parts of the fic for you!!!) + senlinyu has soo many Dramione works, just follow them & dive into it!

Bone Mortar - @mightbewriting enemies to lovers is a given in everything i’m about to talk about in this post, but this short and sweet series takes us to a modern!au setting of academia. what’s not to love about these two professors who are about to go head to head over a little administrative conflict at the start of the new school year?

I am not usually a sneaky peek kinda lass but the lovely @frumpologist and my alpha for this short multichap made this cover and I have to F L A I L. I’M VERY EXCITE. So here’s a little something just so I can post it ;)  —

Granger hummed and leaned back in her chair. After a long moment she released her wand from the holster on her forearm and flicked it at the chalkboard on her wall. The same list from the other day in the staff meeting appeared. 

AVERY

GIBBONS

MCNAIR

WILKES

CARROWS

YAXLEY

DOLOHOV

ROOKWOOD

TRAVERS

With another sharp slash of her wrist, Gibbons was scratched out. 

“Do you know what this is?”

“Um,” he paused, eyes darting around the room. “Yes?”

“This is my baby.” 

Draco wrinkled his nose. “The list is your baby?”

“Obviously not, Malfoy. These cases. These men escaped the war or got off on too light a sentence. I have leads on some of them, rumors on others. But I want them in Azkaban— for good.” 

Leaning forward, Draco dragged his palm over his cheek. “And how do I come into this?”

“I think we could work together on this. You don’t have an official partner, as of yet, and it seems as though your talents are being wasted on patrol and petty crime. You could help me track them down.” 

Drabble by featherandink

The room was quiet as Draco immersed himself in the process of brewing. He had been working on a new potion recently, one designed to heal internal bruising, and was finding both great joy and frustration in its complexity. The potion called for a complicated mixture of magical and Muggle ingredients, and was therefore highly volatile, which meant that all of his measurements had to be exactly correct, lest he end up in St. Mungo’s due to a cauldron explosion.

Not that he was worried about that.

Part of the reason why Draco enjoyed working with potions so much was that brewing helped him take his mind off of things. He devoted his utmost attention to the steps that required it, losing himself in the methodical process of chopping ingredients, measuring them, and stirring them into a cauldron. It came like second nature to him; it was as easy as— sometimes even easier than— breathing.

He was in the middle of chopping half of a gurdyroot, the rhythmic sound of a knife against a cutting board filling the air, when he heard another quiet noise. He placed the knife down and looked up.

“Granger?” he asked, surprised at the sight of her. “What are you doing here?”

Her lips curled into a soft smile once he made eye contact with her, and the action made something at the edge of his ribcage twist around itself.

“You opened your Floo network up to me, remember?” she replied. Her eyes flitted to the side, and she said, more quietly than before, “If this is a bad time, I can go—”

“—No,” was his immediate reply.

A few months ago, he would’ve slapped himself across the face for being so outwardly desperate, but the events that had transpired since then— namely, six dates, countless kisses, and a few shags, not necessarily in that order— had uncovered some interesting revelations between him and Hermione Granger. The most important— and unbelievable— being that she fancied him too.

“You can stay,” he assured her, and watched as her posture visibly softened. “I was just wondering if something happened. Is everything alright?”

She nodded quickly.

“Everything’s fine,” she replied. “I just wanted to see you.”

The words made his tangled insides nearly burst.

Before Draco did something stupid, like told her he loved her, or climbed over the long table full of dangerous and valuable items that separated them to kiss her, she moved to sit in a chair located near the room’s entrance and pulled out a book from her purse.

“What are you doing?”

Her eyes flashed up as she regarded him with a furrowed brow. “I’m reading. What does it look like?”

“No, I mean—” he dragged a hand over his face, dreading the words that were going to come out of his mouth, and unable to stop them from doing so anyways, “what are you doing all the way over there?”

She smiled at him, and this time it was so full and wide it made her eyes crinkle. He still didn’t understand how she did that: how she gave out such genuine smiles so freely, especially to him.

“You’re busy,” she said casually, looking back down at her book. “I won’t bother you right now. What are you working on?”

He regarded her with an intense stare.

“This is, by definition, bothering me.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them, wondering if Granger might take them the wrong way and turn on her heel and leave the room. Leave him.

Instead, a quiet huff escaped her lips. She didn’t even blink an eye at his statement. “Then tell me once you’re done.”

Nodding silently, grateful for her understanding, he brought his gaze back to the table.

And promptly stared at it.

He couldn’t remember what he’d been doing before Granger had shown up. His eyes flitted back and forth between the various things strewn across the table’s surface: a gurdyroot on a chopping board, an opened vial of glacial acetic acid, and a lizard eye.

“You were chopping the gurdyroot,” Granger’s voice chimed in. She was looking at him with an amused glint in her eyes, but when he met her gaze, she drew her attention back to her book.

Draco let out a sound dangerously close to a growl as he walked out from behind the table towards her, only stopping until he was directly in front of her. He stood there for a moment before Granger finally looked at him with wide eyes.

“Yes?” she asked innocently.

“You are—” he said darkly, bending down to capture her lips in his, “—going to be the death of me.” He pulled back just a fraction, and when she smiled he could feel it against his own.

“Literally,” he added for emphasis. This potion was, after all, very prone to exploding.

THE BEGINNING…

They meet when Hufflepuff needs tutoring in Defense Against the Dark Arts and Slytherin happens to be great at it 

Slytherin is annoyed at first because he thinks that the Hufflepuff that he is assigned to is going to be a slow learner 

However, once they start training, Slytherin realizes that yes, Hufflepuff is quite bad at Defense Against the Dark Arts, but she’s very resilient and doesn’t give up easily 

Hufflepuff starts to improve and Slytherin is secretly proud (but doesn’t show it because he has a ‘hard’ exterior and doesn’t like to express emotions very much)

Hufflepuff has a special secluded spot near the lake that she likes to go to when she want to relax (it’s very sunny, grassy, and there’s a tree that she can lean against)

One day, Hufflepuff comes to her special spot only to find Slytherin peacefully napping with his back against the tree

Hufflepuff walks closer and Slytherin opens his eyes because he felt a shadow over him that was blocking the sun

Slytherin is startled to see someone gazing down on them and whips out his wand, only to lower it when he realizes that it’s Hufflepuff

“Hi” “Bloody hell, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” “What are you doing here?” “Well, I was napping before you interrupted me” “I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just that no one ever comes here except me” “Guess I’m the first” 

Hufflepuff is a bit annoyed at first because this is her special place to be alone but it’s all fine because she doesn’t mind sharing 

Slytherin, who closed his eyes again, opens one to find that Hufflepuff is sitting next to him and doing Charms homework

Slytherin sighs but doesn’t complain, because truth be told, he likes Hufflepuff’s company 

Hufflepuff starts to see Slytherin more frequently because Slytherin has taken a liking to her special spot and comes often to read or think 

Whenever Hufflepuff sees Slytherin, she makes small talk and at the beginning, Sly gives bland responses and generally ignores whatever she’s doing, but over time, Slytherin start to feel more comfortable around her and asks questions 

“What’s that in your hand” “A Rubix cube” “Sounds very muggle-like” 

Hufflepuff laughs as Slytherin examines the object with great curiosity and bewilderment 

They move their training sessions from the courtyard to their special spot 

When Hufflepuff disarms Slytherin successfully and catches his wand for the first time, Puff lets out a whoop and Sly can’t help but smile because wow, happiness looks good on Hufflepuff

One day, Slytherin is quietly reading a book when he hears soft snores coming from Hufflepuff, her unfinished painting left forgotten on her lap  

It’s a bit windy and Puff is only wearing a light crew neck sweatshirt and Hufflepuff shorts (which Slytherin rolls his eyes at), so Sly takes off his own jacket and drapes it over Hufflepuff

The glow from the pinkish-red sunset is reflected on Hufflepuff’s face, and Slytherin can’t help but stare 

Was she always this cute? 

Before he knows it, he’s falling asleep to the sound of Hufflepuff’s light snores 

Slytherin wakes up to Hufflepuff shaking him and saying his name; it’s dark out and the crickets are chirping

“Merlin’s beard, we are in so much trouble” 

Hufflepuff nods grimly as she helps Slytherin up

They try to sneak back into Hogwarts, but Professor Sprout catches them in the entrance hall

“Professor Snape and I have been looking everywhere for you two! Please explain yourselves this instant!” 

“We were just hanging out near the Black Lake and lost track of time”

Professor Sprout frowns and glances from Hufflepuff to Slytherin

“Doing what, exactly?”

“We were sleeping together”

Professor Sprout raises her eyebrows and Hufflepuff blushes when she realizes how that sounded

Slytherin quickly blurts out, “Not like that! I mean, we were, but not in that way. We’re just friends!”

“That wasn’t the only thing we were doing. I was painting while Slytherin was reading a book”

Sly holds up his book for affirmation but Hufflepuff looks at her empty hands with horror, realizing that she left her painting behind 

Professor Sprout looks at Hufflepuff pointedly

“I’ll be taking twenty points from the Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses.”

Slytherin involuntarily lets out a groan. Great. His house had been in the lead for the most points, but now, they would fall behind. All the other Slytherins were going to kill him.  

“Mind you, you’re lucky Professor Snape wasn’t the one who caught you first. He would have given you a harsher punishment”

Hufflepuff and Slytherin nods solemnly and they are finally dismissed 

As they walk up the stairs, Hufflepuff glances at Slytherin and nudges him playfully 

“Friends, huh?” she said with a goofy grin

Slytherin rolls his eyes but manages a smile 

Before parting ways to their respective common rooms, Hufflepuff turns to Slytherin and looks at him intently

“I’m sorry for getting us into this” 

“It’s not your fault”

“But I was the one who fell asleep first” 

“Hey, don’t take all the credit. I should’ve stayed awake and woken you up when it was time to go”

“Ok, you got me there. But your Slytherin housemates are gonna be really mad at you, aren’t they?” 

Slytherin shrugs. “It’s nothing I can’t handle”

Hufflepuff smiles.  

“Goodnight”

-

Before Hufflepuff drifts off to sleep, she thinks about what Slytherin had said

“We’re just friends”

Hufflepuff was pleasantly surprised by that. She already considered Slytherin to be one of her friends, but Puff didn’t think the feeling was mutual 

Hufflepuff smiles and sighs contently

Friends

-

As Slytherin got ready for bed, he found himself looking forward to his training sessions with Hufflepuff

The last thing he thought about before falling asleep was Hufflepuff, whose face was glowing with warmth and lit up by brilliant colors of red and orange

Author’s note: HI!! I really hope you liked reading that. This is my first ever post and I’m new to Tumblr. Are you allowed to like and comment? If so, please do! It’ll give me more motivation to write part 2. THANK YOU AND GOODBYE :) 

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