Just A Librated Girl

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She doesn’t hear the boat arrive.

She is lying face-down, topless and half-asleep on a large, emerald-green towel spread out across the sand. Her hair is twisted into a loose, somewhat messy knot on top of her head, and her skin is slick and soft from the tanning oil her mother had packed. The strings of her bikini bottom—a vivid, vampy red and far too skimpy, really—are tickling the sides of her hips.

Her eyes are closed. She’s relaxed for what very well may be the first time in months, and she doesn’t notice the tall, slender shadow hovering above her until—

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Malfoy groans, plopping down on the end of her towel and roughly nudging her feet.

She shrieks and gasps, flipping over onto her back and holding her hands up to her breasts.

“You—what are you—you’re early!” she says in a too-loud whisper, glancing furtively at the skinny dirt path that winds through the rocks and up to the villa.

“You said you’d be here Tuesday!”

He brushes sand off the front of his white linen shorts and drapes her legs over his lap so he can sit more comfortably on the towel; he’s wearing an expensive-looking, pastel pink v-neck t-shirt, silver-rimmed aviator sunglasses, and brown leather flip-flops. She isn’t certain she would have recognized him if he hadn’t announced himself the way he had.

“I was bored,” he shrugs.

She sits up gingerly, careful to keep one arm covering her chest.

“That’s not really an explanation,” she points out.

He rubs at his chin, and she can see a trace of dark blond stubble glinting in the sunlight.

“So,” he says, ostensibly changing the subject, “can I just—let me get this straight, Granger. You won’t so much as kiss me on the bloody mouth when my cock is inside you, but you’re perfectly willing to lie about topless on a public beach. Really.”

She rolls her eyes.

“It’s a private beach, actually.”

He flashes his teeth in a sharp smile.

“That’s not really an explanation,” he mimics, fingertips grazing the arch of her ankle.

She shivers, which is inexcusable considering the heat, and fights the urge to move away.

“You’re not my boyfriend,” she says bluntly, wishing he would take his sunglasses off; his lips are pressed together in a thin line, and she can’t determine what expression is on his face. “We aren’t in a relationship. It’s easy, when we're—having sex, for the lines to get a bit blurry, especially when the Veela…is in control. But you and I—we don’t like each other. My rules are there so we don’t forget that.”

He taps the heel of his palm against her calf and hums thoughtfully before removing her legs and getting to his feet. He appraises her for a long moment, and she has to squint into the sun to see him when he speaks again.

“You look good with a tan,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “Pretty.”

She stares after him, wordlessly, as he scoops up a medium-sized canvas overnight bag and begins the trek up the path to the villa.

Excerpt from Disasterology by provocative envy.

Out of her 129 fanfics, 6 of them are Dramione one-shots, and all of them are fantastic.

The first time it happens they have both had a lot of alcohol.

She swore she wasn’t going to get drunk. Last time she got drunk she suffered from a three day hangover and her throat burnt whenever she smelled Firewhiskey anywhere from that day on.

It is a messy but nonetheless satisfying encounter that is a bleary and vague recollection the following morning. When she wakes with the worst headache ever recorded on a human being, she assumes she is laying next to Ron.

It is only when she notices the lashings of blonde hair on the pillow next to her that she realises that it’s not Ron.

He seems just as disgusted with her as she is with him, and they agree to say no more on the subject.

Office Christmas parties are often better best forgotten.

— Alcohol, T/2k+

Her writing quality is ridiculously good.

She calls him by his first name, and it is the first time in a long time that the name has been said without a patronising tone attached to it, or with a sneer. It is being said with something which seems unfamiliar. And it makes him shiver.

—Shiver, T/1k+

Some of her fics are heart wrenching and tragic. 

They were silent for a few minutes.

“Would you come with me if I did?”

“No.”

“Right.”

—Drawing Crazy Pattern, K+/ 1K+

While others are just cuteness overload

They turned to look at each other, both thinking the same thing.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Hermione said in a hurried whisper.

Malfoy held out his hand, and Hermione shook it. He waved his wand and suddenly, the white side was completely white, and the green side was completely green.

As they were finishing the patrol, taking turns to look at the finished cube, Hermione spoke. “I feel wrong,” she said. “Dirty. Because we cheated.”

“And that conscience is exactly the reason you weren’t sorted into Slytherin.”

— Colourful Plastic, K+/1K+

But what they have in common is that

She voiced this opinion to him, and he rolled onto his side so he could look her directly in the eye.

“I imagine you buying a new bed would be a waste of money.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, you won’t be spending many nights in it at all after you move in with me.”

Hermione frowned. “And when exactly am I moving in with you?”

“Tomorrow?”

— Déjà vu, K+, 3k+

They’re all fucking amazing.

“M-Master Draco,” the elf stammers.

“Dobby?”

“I - I - ”

“Have you come for them?”

“Who, sir?” the elf is playing dumb. Of course he is, he doesn’t trust Draco.

“Potter, Weasley, Granger.”

“I…”

“They’re in the basement,” he hisses. “You need to be quick, Granger won’t last much longer, Bella’s torturing her.”

The elf nods, his wide, green eyes fixed in a state of shock. He disappears with another crack, and Draco breathes a sigh of relief.

— Still She Screams, K+/897

Check out flaignhan‘s (x) fanfics:

Alcohol / Shiver / Drawing Crazy Patterns / Colourful Plastic / Déjà vu / Still She Screams

It seemed this intimacy with Hermione had removed some of his protective shell and now he was raw. And vulnerable. Would he have done it if he’d known this would happen? Not sure he’d been able to stop himself. 

Pretence by camnz 

➺Status: Complete  ➺Genre: Adventure, Drama, Humor, Romance,  ➺Length: 225K+ words, 61 chapters ➺Rating: M

From: Draco Malfoy Careful now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d fool myself into thinking you actually are Hermione Granger.

From: Hermione Granger What if I am?

From: Draco Malfoy I would first ask why you swiped right on me.

From: Hermione Granger And I would say that I swiped right because I was curious … in a few different ways.

➺Status: Complete ➺Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance ➺Length: 260K+ words, 24 chapters ➺Rating: M

➺Score: ❤❤❤❤❤  ➺Review: Revert is one of those beautiful fics that stay with you weeks after reading it. The premise was great - alternating between the present (6 months after the war) and the past (4th year and onwards). Draco and Hermione were lovers. They spent their 4th and 5th year together in relative bliss and youthful innocence. Despite their mutual liking, things became complicated with the impending war - making both of them unsure about where things stood between them. The rift between them grew exponentially. When they see each other again, six months after the war, they are practically strangers. However, with the fatal curse eating away at Draco’s life, the unpredictable death eater attacks and having to live in close quarters with their Hogwarts class mates, their carefully guarded secrets come tumbling down. They also realise that what they’d felt for each other was still there and it was not going anywhere any time soon. 

➺Status: Complete ➺Genre: Humor, Romance ➺Length: 8K+ words, 1 chapter ➺Rating: Explicit

She wondered, not for the first time, why he seemed to care so much that she wasn’t able to go. He had been cold and sneering the day before when he thought she’d be able to go and he wouldn’t. She would have expected his biggest concern was that he had been offered to take the lead on the trip.

He stared at her for a moment, shaking a chunk of hair out of his eyes as he leaned closer. When he spoke, his voice was quiet enough that no one else could hear. “I told you, Granger. It won’t be the same if we aren’t both working this case. We need to figure this out and get some actual, concrete results, don’t we?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her tone low to match his.

There was conflict in his face as he said, “Then we need you there.” He brought the tumbler of firewhiskey to his lips and took a sip. “And I want to solve this case badly enough to admit that I can’t do it without you.”

➺Status: Complete ➺Genre: Adventure, Mystery, Romance ➺Length: 145K+ words, 39 chapters ➺Rating: M

DRACO + GINNY

the ones that i've read recently:

the albatross did follow and this is the way the world ends (for the last time) by chromeknickers

of jackets & gentlemen by MysticEast (in progress)

ashen by Ludii (in progress)

slytherin squad by HalfBloodDragon

all hauntings are the same by Anise (oh i love the Crain family)

the ones that made me fall in love with this ship 10+ years ago:

Not Quite Fate and Misconceptions by Hearts Cadence

The Bat-Bogeys Cometh by Anise