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University student Hermione Granger is reeling from the consequences of setting out on her own path. Primarily, the consequence of being financially cut off. She finds herself in Sirius Black’s bar looking for a job.

She ends up with a great deal more than just employment when her coworkers are determined to be best friends and her boss is fighting the urge to be significantly more than friendly…

A tale of family is what you make it and love conquers all if you’re willing to fight for it.

18+ for explicit content. CW: anxiety, emotionally neglectful parents, past physical child abuse, and age gap romance

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64516267/chapters/165681505

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University student Hermione Granger is reeling from the consequences of setting out on her own path. Primarily, the consequence of being financially cut off. She finds herself in Sirius Black’s bar looking for a job.

She ends up with a great deal more than just employment when her coworkers are determined to be best friends and her boss is fighting the urge to be significantly more than friendly…

A tale of family is what you make it and love conquers all if you’re willing to fight for it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64516267/chapters/165681505

Draco and Hermione have been working through a long-distance marriage for years. Draco travels as a result of his career as a Seeker for the Falmouth Falcons. Hermione is building her own career as a top-notch Healer at St. Mungo's. But that means when Draco's away, they miss each other. Fortunately, that'll all come to an end soon as Draco is retiring this season. Here are their final letters they'll hopefully ever have to write.

Written as part of the Epistolary-10 relay event held by the DFW Facebook Group. Prompt: "The last Quidditch game"

Co-written with  @annkamiamii

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/45669139

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Draco hummed and rubbed her back. He was tired and she could tell. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to talk, but the poor wizard could barely keep his eyes open. Hermione knew what that felt like. With his warmth seeping into her bones and his fingers constantly moving, she was so relaxed. 

“Draco,” she whispered. “We cannot sleep on this sofa again.”

“So comfortable. Don’t want to move…”

Hermione pried herself out of his arms and looked down at his pouting face. “Come on. Let’s get to bed.”

Draco finally stood and pulled her close to him. He cradled her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “Are you going to be okay tonight?”

Hermione started to nod but felt the tears build in her eyes. It was catching up to her… all the emotions and exhaustion. “I don’t know. Probably. But maybe…”

“What do you need?” He ran a thumb across her cheeks to catch the few tears that had fallen. “Just tell me. I’ll make it happen.”

“I don’t want to be alone, but I can’t do that to Pans and Daph. I just left Ginny and I don’t want to bother her anymore tonight. I don’t exactly want to cuddle up with Theo,” Hermione rambled.

“I don’t want you to cuddle up with Theo, either.” Draco smiled at her and leaned forward to softly press his lips against hers. “Stay with me.”

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“Cold?” Draco asked.

“A bit. I’ll just cast a charm and be fine though,” she replied and reached for her wand.

Before her hand could pull the vinewood from her pocket, an arm wound its way around her. Draco gently pulled her into his side and she reflexively turned her body into his warmth. She burrowed in and shivered at the sudden contact with him. Draco took that as a sign that she was still cold. He used his free arm to grab the blanket he’d brought along and draped it around her before replacing his arm on her shoulders.

“Better?”

“Much,” she replied as she moved her arms to hold the front of the blanket. Her hands were essentially pinned against his ribcage but neither of them seemed to mind.

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“Are you cold again?” he asked quietly. 

She continued to read some text on Goblins and nodded slowly. “Sorry,” she mumbled. 

“We’re going to work on that,” Draco stated as he transfigured his robes into a fuzzy blanket to drape around her. She snuggled into it and he thought he heard her inhale the scent of him on the throw. 

“What?”

“You apologising for merely existing.”

“I don’t.”

“You do. You apologise for walking in the halls. You apologise for speaking too loud. You just apologised for being cold.” He ticked examples off on his fingers. “Granger, you’re allowed to exist. No matter what lies you’ve been told.”

“Hermione.”

“What?”

“We agreed to drop the surnames, Draco,” she smirked. 

“I believe I was permitted to still use Granger periodically,” he teased. They smiled at each other and then returned to their studying. 

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Oh my loves....life really kicked my ass so I’m terribly sorry for the delayed update. We’re rolling on though. 

Enjoy your lovely new chapter!

Draco wandered into the common room hoping to escape the insufferable sounds of his roommates’ slumber. Bastards were just sleeping like infants while he tossed and turned. 

He stalled when he saw someone settled on the sofa, book in hand, and an instantly recognizable mane of curls. She sipped her tea and turned a page in her book, completely oblivious to his observation for the moment. 

Granger was in a dark green jumper that seemed several sizes too big for her, legs stretched across the cushions covered in black leggings. Slytherin green looked good on her. There were ridiculous fluffy socks on her feet. Her teacup balanced precariously on the arm of the sofa so she could rest her head in her hand while she read. 

He felt like he was intruding on her tranquility, but he couldn’t make himself leave. Granger glanced up at him at the very moment he considered retreating to his room. The slight upturn of her lips invited him to stay.

“Hi,” he said sheepishly. “What are you doing up?”

Her smile faltered, “Nightmares. Can’t get back to sleep.”

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SURPRISE!!! It’s a few days early because I couldn’t wait.

It’s the one you’ve all be waiting for. I hope it was worth the wait.

“Cold?” Draco asked.

“A bit. I’ll just cast a charm and be fine though,” she replied and reached for her wand. 

Before her hand could pull the vinewood from her pocket, an arm wound its way around her. Draco gently pulled her into his side and she reflexively turned her body into his warmth. She burrowed in and shivered at the sudden contact with him. Draco took that as a sign that she was still cold. He used his free arm to grab the blanket he’d brought along and draped it around her before replacing his arm on her shoulders. 

“Better?”

“Much,” she replied as she moved her arms to hold the front of the blanket. Her hands were essentially pinned against his ribcage but neither of them seemed to mind. “Thanks, Draco.”

“Anytime, Hermione.” He kept his arm around her and casually rubbed his hand up and down her bicep. She tried not to notice how nice he smelled—like cloves and sandalwood. It was spicy and warm. 

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I give you a LENGTHY preview today because I’m just so in love with this banter that I couldn’t trim it down!!

Heed the author’s notes and tags folks. 

“Well, we all knew Blaise would be thrilled to go somewhere else,” he declared. “He’s fucked his way through all of Slytherin at this point—” 

“Most of Slytherin,” Blaise interrupted. “There are certain individuals who refuse to crack.” He cast a pointed glance at Malfoy, Theo, and Pansy on the other side of the table. 

“Don’t look at me,” Malfoy drawled without looking up from his Ancient Runes notes. “You’re not my type.”

“What is your type?” Blaise questioned suspiciously. 

He briefly glanced up to meet Hermione’s gaze. “Witches.” 

Blaise appeared to weigh Malfoy’s answer. Perhaps searching for some past anecdote to push Malfoy over the edge. He turned a narrowed gaze to Theo instead of pushing it further. “Theo…what’s your excuse?” 

“I’ve seen you naked many times. I’m not that impressed.” Theo responded flatly. Then he turned to his left with a lascivious look. “Draco on the other hand…” 

“I have an idea,” Malfoy nearly yelled as he threw his quill down, “How about we stop sexualizing Draco?”

Blaise ignored him which prompted the blond wizard to throw his hands in the air in defeat. “Pansy doesn’t need to explain. I’m not damaged enough for her tastes.” 

Pansy just tilted her head as if she was considering his assessment, before finally shrugging. 

Genuinely curious, Hermione decided to ask about the remaining members of the group. “And Daphne?”

“Oh, been there. Done that,” Blaise said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Daphne is lovely but—for the sake of the friend group—we decided that two astonishingly attractive people such as ourselves couldn’t be in a relationship. It would cause too much chaos and unabashed jealousy.”

Pansy scoffed and leaned over the table to stage whisper to Hermione. “That’s code for Blaise wanted to move on and Daphne wanted her first time not to be inadequate so she went to the Slytherin Slag.”

The nickname prompted very undignified snorts from the boys. Daphne merely nodded her agreement and sent Blaise a wink. 

Blaise looked offended and Hermione prepared herself for an oncoming fight. “You need better nicknames.” He pointed an accusatory finger at the raven-haired witch. “I liked Italian Stallion much better.”

Hermione finally—easily—joined in the boisterous laughter from around the table. 

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Chapter 9: Small Comforts

He drifted off on the couch. In Hermione Granger’s lap. The smell of wood burning, lemongrass, and chai tea lulling him further into sleep. He heard her turn the pages of her book while humming something under her breath.

I could fall asleep like this always, he thought as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 13: Pounds of Flesh

Draco tilted Hermione’s chin up to get a better look at her face and the evidence of the fight. He delicately thumbed away a streak of blood by her mouth, saying nothing as he examined it. After a brief pause, Hermione’s heart skipped a nervous beat as Draco looked her dead in the eyes. His voice was quiet and tense with barely restrained anger.

“Who did this to you?”

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