Sundowning

Day 33

Long haired Draco studies!

Hello lovely people. Given what’s going on over at the bird app, I’m dusting off my tumblr and trying to remember how this all works❤️

Carpathian is back and posting weekly until complete 🐉

Chapter 16 (last week's update cause whoops didn't post here)

Chapter 17 (this week's update)

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc - E, 31 chapters, Words: 246,196 - Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.

Various Storms and Saints by viridianatnight - E, 48 chapters, Words: 199,835 - Mudblood. Hermione stared at the letters that besmirched her skin. They hadn’t healed since the day she was maimed.

your lonely calls to me by Avendell, senlinyu - T, one-shot - Less than a year post-war, trainee healer Hermione Granger visits Azkaban to perform volunteer medical check-ups and finds something she isn't intended to see, and has no choice but to do something about it.

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy by speechwriter - M, 33 chapters, Words: 296,116 - The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix.

Self-Preservation by senlinyu - E, one-shot - After a Quidditch loss, Draco vents his frustration in the Slytherin showers. “Do you know why you lost?” she said, interrupting his reverie. Her voice was still careless and lilting. He stiffened, she might as well have dumped ice water on his ardour. His lip curled into a derisive scowl. “Because Weasley is a suicidal idiot.” Granger laughed under her breath and then proceeded to lean back against him, like he was just a wall that she happened to have at her disposal. “No,” she shook her head, eyes closed under the spray, “Ginny’s an idiot about Quidditch, same as Harry and Ron both were, but she’s not suicidal. She just wanted to win more than you did. That’s why Slytherin always loses against Gryffindor.”

unexpected by ambpersand - E, 13 chapters - Hand drifting down to her abdomen, she knew. When she was younger, she’d known that there was something different about her. About her abilities. Her certainty had been palpable, and was only confirmed when Professor McGonagall had shown up on her doorstep with that fateful letter in hand. And now, just over ten years later, she felt that same sense of certainty again. She was pregnant. And it all because she’d gone and had a one night stand with the worst person in the world… Draco Malfoy.

From Wiltshire, With Love by MistressLynn - E, 86 chapters, Words: 355,118 - Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are Draco’s true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself. A story of reaching adulthood during war. ... Draco cut her off before she repeated the question. “Granger, you may have my wand, but you're not in control of the flow of information here. It’s not your life on the line.” Granger bristled at his assertion. “My life is on the line every day.” “So. Is. Mine.” He growled at her. “Give me my fucking wand and don’t be so bloody obvious when you contact me.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I already told you I'd be more careful next time.” She better be. “One more thing.” “What, Malfoy?” she said impatiently, still angry that she hadn’t gotten the information she wanted. He pointed his finger at her so she would understand how important this was. “You need to learn Occlumency. If you’re captured, I’m dead.” She stared back at him defiantly. “We both are.” He couldn’t argue with that. She tossed his wand to the floor and Disapparated with a crack.

Once More, With Feeling by wetpretzel - M, 12 chapters, Words: 106,117 - As she looked around her living room - at the green velvet ottoman she didn't remember purchasing, the 14th century Wizarding texts on her bookshelf, the hideous and obnoxiously ostentatious grandfather clock that could only belong to a Malfoy - she pictured the toothbrush next to hers on her bathroom counter, the old Slytherin quidditch jersey she regularly tripped over in her bedroom, and the mint chocolate chip ice cream in her freezer - a flavour she abhorred, but that a particular, pale, pointy faced aristocrat sat across from her had a tragic fondness for. Her chest burning, as if she drank a barrel of bubotuber pus, Hermione turned to him with narrowed, accusing eyes. "Malfoy...are we dating?" If there's one thing Hermione Granger knows, it's that she simply doesn't have time to date. Draco decides to date her, anyway.

Husband Size by senlinyu - M, one-shot - Pansy Parkinson’s quiet night in is interrupted by the news that Draco is having an emotional crisis.

Amends by thelashjedi - M, 7 chapters - The ball had been underway for about an hour before he caught his first glimpse of her. He was off to the side, chatting with his parents and Astoria, who was preening under all of the attention she had received as the newly announced, future Mrs. Draco Malfoy. Granger was standing across the dancefloor, with her back to him, engaged in conversation with Potter and some higher-up from the Ministry, her wild curls making her instantly recognizable. She was wearing a golden evening dress – like the Gryffindor queen that she was – a Muggle fashion that showcased her curves. Even from behind, without seeing her face, she was practically stopping his heart she was so gorgeous. And then she turned around and he thought his heart might have actually stopped for a moment. Granger was pregnant. Granger was noticeably pregnant. Probably around five months pregnant. Which meant that she had been pregnant the night that they had ended things, three months ago. The night that she had confirmed that she was exclusively sleeping with him, and had been exclusive with him for the preceding several years. Granger was pregnant, with his child. ** Secret relationship/Unplanned pregnancy/Arranged Marriage AU **

Draco and Astoria, talking and drinking and teasing.

Day Twenty-Five: Tattoos EXTRA FICLET!

Author: mightbewriting

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Additional Tags: Ministry Co-Workers, Fingering, Wall Sex

Granger gasped the first time she saw them, lips parting into a delicate ‘O’ as she sucked in a breath. It shouldn’t have shot straight to Draco’s libido, but after a couple beers on a not-so-insufferable evening with her and the rest of the Ministry’s interdepartmental Quidditch teams’ players and fans, he’d grown fairly comfortable with the idea that maybe Hermione Granger wasn’t nearly as annoying as he remembered.

Nor was his guilt quite so strong anymore that he couldn’t stomach a conversation with her.

She reached out, hands to his wrist, then sliding up his forearm. Her touch had him half-hard in a crowded bar. He told her how he’d failed to remove his Mark. She told him she liked what he’d chosen to do instead, index finger tracing the constellation criss-crossing his forearm.

She confirmed how much she liked it two months later, with her tongue tracing the paths between stars.

Hermione Granger liked his tattoos. She liked them a lot. So much so that Draco found himself rolling up his sleeves whenever he had the chance. He’d taken to walking around his home shirtless when Granger stayed the night. And he finally put in the time and effort to have the night sky scene wrapping from his shoulder to wrist fully completed: magically blinking stars and all. It was freeing, not hiding his arm anymore, feeling like it had value, could be appreciated.

Draco liked how much Granger liked his tattoos. He liked it a lot.  

He liked the way she studied him, eyes wide, lids heavy, as if searching for secrets hidden inside stars and galaxies and planets.

He liked the way she gripped him, nails digging into inked skin, while he had his fingers sunk deep inside her, digits curling in search of the spots that made her tremble and quiver and clench.

He liked the way she always returned to them in her most sated state, after coming on his hand or his mouth or his cock, or in the best case scenario, all three. As she dropped kisses to his bicep, lips lingering on a nebula, she confessed she’d never get a tattoo of her own. Between a fear of needles and an unease with the striking permanence of it, she consigned herself to enjoying the interesting expanse offered by his.

She proved herself a liar less than a year later, hesitantly lifting the hem of her blouse to show him the familiar constellation dotting her ribcage.

He fucked her in the foyer after vanishing her clothes, overcome by a possessive heat from seeing what effectively amounted to his name permanently painted on her skin. He painted her with his come too, spilling on her tits after she’d finished on his cock, pinned to eighteenth-century wainscotting. After she slumped into a nearby settee, he licked her clean, tracing his constellation on her ribs with his tongue.

COMING UNDONE UPDATE: Chapter 34

There are no words to describe the way this made my heart stop. I sent @cederus_ a statue as a reference photo and they sent me back a masterpiece. Thank you for bringing these two to life with such gorgeous, raw emotion 🖤 I’m floored.

“I wonder, Miss Granger,” he drawled, his honey eyes on her face. “What will you discover beneath Athens’s sky?”

Her eyes found the dragon constellation again.

Her heart stuttered.

She wondered, indeed.

———-

True North by @starkidsftw

Art credit by @justcallieames

A Safe, Devoted Darkness

Hermione did not believe in things like auras, she’d quit Divination after all, but a chill emanated from the space. It warned of a haunted, twisted place. The abandoned house at the end of the lane you don’t dare approach on Hallowe’en. The cellar door you don’t dare open when you’re home alone. The wooded path you don’t dare cut through at night even if it would be the quickest way home.