#harmionefanfic

"Why are we laughing?" Harry asked.

She giggled. "I don't know… I suppose, I just like laughing with you."

"It's a blast."

It took a while, but they finally settled down, grinning at one another across the coffee table.

"You know, we might have made a great couple," Harry said all of a sudden.

Hermione blinked. "What?"

"Us. If we dated. We might have made a great couple."

She felt her cheeks grow warm, and she couldn't believe Harry didn't seem embarrassed about it in the least. "Nobody seemed to think so…" Then she thought about her mother, and how Rose's Mr. Knightley-ing and Emma-ing might have conjured images of her and Harry being together…

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“The separation—I know it feels like a wound…and it is.”

Harry’s throat clogged with tears as he nodded, tearing his eyes away and turning once more to the window only to gasp.

Greenery as far as the eye could see. Sun high in the sky—blue like Jane’s room.

“It hurts—trust me. I know. But that wound is an opening…it’s how the light gets in.”

Ten years. That's how long Harry Potter hasn't seen nor heard from Hermione Granger. And the last place he thought he would see her again was the BDSM club he frequented. If she thought he was going to let her out of his sight (or his cuffs) ever again, she was sorely mistaken. Bound hearts will always find their way back to each other.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13684732/1/Bound-To-You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26196460/chapters/63750550

Art by Yours Truly

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Woot! I am back with another Post-Hogwarts/War story! This fic is for @harmonyandco‘s Prompt Bank Garage Sale writing fest and the prompt I got was: Harry and Hermione meet at a BDSM club. The prompt was submitted anonymously so whoever you are, here's your story!

Never thought I would write a second gen fic...but here we are. Another fic in the post-seasons universe I started for Evil Author’s Day.

Found

Everything else faded away as she forced her legs to move. Professor Longbottom gave her a strange look as she approached and she felt her heart beat faster. Carefully she went and sat on the stool, a moment later everything went dark. Iris heard a humming sound and then a small voice began to speak in her ear.

“What do we have here?” She swallowed, pressing her clammy hands to her knees, unsure if she was expected to reply. “Curious and curiouser. There’s so much here. An unusual life and mind. There’s your lineage of course. A lion heart beats inside you, always has.”

Her heart leaped at those words.

“But there’s so much potential. Brilliance that could make you shine in Ravenclaw, but you’d grow bored of the seriousness. Kindness and loyalty would serve you well in Hufflepuff. Except there’s a greatness inside you, a desire to prove yourself. You’ve always been resourceful, bright—sharp when you need to be. Not to be trifled with.”

Iris felt the wind, saw the boy's finger lose contact with the metal bar.

“Not Slytherin,” she begged under her breath.

The hat simply laughed. A moment later it cried out.

Thanks for the tag @practicecourts!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Here are mine:

Found (my evil author day fic that is now sitting at 60k)

Part 2 of Maybe Tomorrow for edits

Chapter 27 of Iris

Chapter 28 of Iris

Cry me a River Fest (H/Hr)

Home Chapter 5

Home Chapter 6

Golden Girl Outline (Dramione...and Harmony)

Unnamed Jily one shot

Chapter 29 of Iris

Also A Theory of Everything chapters 2-4 in one doc

That’s about all I have. Some of my WIPs are all smashed together in one document like Found and Maybe Tomorrow. While Iris and Home are chapter by chapter!

So if you want to know more ask away!

Despite the frosted windows outside, Hermione’s small sitting room stayed rather warm. The roaring fire accounted for some of this, but she suspected a lot could be blamed on the dark haired wizard sitting next to her. The movements of his hands and lips certainly weren’t helping matters.

“That’s distracting,” she told him, not looking up from the tome on her lap. 

“Hmm, I’d say you're rather distracting,” he hummed as he skimmed along her neck before resting against her bare shoulder. 

Her brows drew up but her eyes stayed on the page. “I’m simply sitting here. Attempting to finish this chapter.”

“Yes, but you’re also- sitting there- looking distractingly- beautiful.” He emphasised his words with several kisses. 

She rolled her eyes and flipped the page. “You’re the one who's fallen behind.”

Harry groaned and rested his head heavily against the back of the squashy sofa.

“Maybe I should just give up,” he sighed. “Go play for England.”

“You could.”

“Except I’d hate it.”

Her lips twitched up. “You would.”

His fingers drew lazy patterns across her thigh above her knee sock. The pad of his thumb moved under her skirt and she continued to ignore him. A study break not scheduled for at least another hour.

He spoke quietly against her shoulder. “Hmm…yeah…travelling without you,” he said, seriously. “Press…Girls throwing themselves at me.”

Hermione refused to give any indication that she’d heard him. 

“Fine,” he grumbled, half heartedly. “Have it your way.”

With another sigh he removed his hand from her and leaned forward to grab his discarded textbook from the coffee table.

She couldn’t help smirking at the small victory.  “It’s for your own good.”

“Yeah, yeah…sure.”

When she reached the end of her chapter she glanced over at her best friend or well-her boyfriend now. A strange yet wonderful change.

With his tousled raven strands that stood on end from their last study break, sharp jaw pointed downward as he read about the mechanics of advanced transfiguration, heat pooled in her belly. The sight of him focusing on his studies far sexier than it had any right to be. Not with deadlines looming. 

Except he was too hard to resist. Her hand brushed against his arm before resting on his thigh. “How about we quiz each other?” 

He raised his eyebrows. “Are there prizes?”

She sucked on her lower lip in the way he’d recently told her drove him mad and his hand shot out to cover hers. 

“Like what?” she finally breathed out.

“I can think of a few,” he said, voice husky as he leaned closer.

“Like us graduating in four months?”

“Hmm…that’s a good one…but I thought maybe it could involve removing our clothes.” He replied as his fingers wove into her curls and kept her there against his lips. “You know for every question we get right.”

“Wouldn’t that be more distracting?” she asked, breath hitching as he angled her head so he could kiss along the hollow of her throat.

“Perhaps…though I was also thinking the bath would be a good place for a quiz.”

“A platonic one?” 

He grinned against her skin. “As long as you aren’t wearing a swimsuit.”

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Back together. The words echoed in Harry’s head, and he wasn’t sure why his stomach seemed to drop down to his shoes. He just saw Ron, not what, two, three days ago? Why hadn’t he said anything? Didn’t think that was important to mention, you bloody git? It wasn’t like Ron had ever offered much information about Hermione before, even when they dated, but usually Harry didn’t mind because he could just talk to Hermione directly. Harry didn’t understand why it felt so different now, because he felt ill.

“Back together?!” Harry echoed in disbelief. “What? Since when? Again?” His hands spread out dramatically, long fingers mapping out the table, and Hermione’s gaze caught on them briefly.

After a moment, Hermione seemed to make up her mind about something, and she glared back, irritation written all over her face. “Yes, back together. I haven’t said yes to it, in case you forgot to ask me. I’m thinking about it.”

Something wicked tore through Harry, but he chalked it up to being on the outs of such important info - that didn’t seem like it would have made its way to him unless he said something. “What is there to think about? You said you two just don’t work out. Seems like there’s nothing more to think about.”

Hermione stiffened, her face heating up. “Watch your tone , Harry James Potter. You’re not the only one who wants to settle down, okay? Not everything I do has to be run by you. And it’s Ron. Not some bloke down the street.” Hermione hissed, her hair looking decidedly more frazzled than it was when he first saw her.