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Carpathian by niffizzle

NOW COMPLETE

Romance/Action/Mystery. Explicit.

102k, 22 Chapters

Summary:

The sprawling mountains of the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary offered a perfect chance for renewed self-discovery. Lush landscapes. Majestic beasts. It was intended to be Hermione’s escape. Except, she hadn’t been alone in that plan.

Four years had passed since she last saw him, and to her knowledge, no one else in Britain had either. Rumours had sprouted like plants under a Herbivicus Charm after he failed to return for the second half of their final year at Hogwarts. Even Hermione hadn’t been able to resist the question in nearly every student’s mind: Where had Draco Malfoy gone?

Apparently, she now had the answer.

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My first fan art for Dramione ever.. for @niffizzle Carpathian.

It’s my desperate try to write more cats into Dramione 😅. Jk. It’s another one that’s at the very beginning. I should have known you guys would pick those with that impeccable aim of yours... Lightofevolution picked another early one 😂!

One day, Hermione finds a black cat prowling at the entrance of the flat complex she lives in. It takes her a bit, but she manages to persuade it in. Over the next couple of days, they both get used to each other until it comes out that Draco Malfoy has gone missing...

Here’s an excerpt (unbetaed, so please excuse the mistakes):

Hermione could have sworn she saw him scrunch his nose in righteous disgust.

"Alright, that one's a miss. Crooks didn't like the salmon ones but maybe you do. Let me fix one for you." She took out another dessert bowl and opened the second tin. The little fellow didn't seem to be very domesticated. Where Crooks would meow and aggressively nudge her calves to demand his food, the black cat just sat there and looked at her. Hermione presented him the fresh bowl. "What do you say, hm? Is that to your taste?"

Again, he sniffed carefully. With a row of gags, he jerked away from the food.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "You little…" She swooped down and took the bowl. "You're a right spoilt git, do you know that? And don't you dare to throw up on my kitchen rug!" The cat sat down on its haunches, tail curled around him as he innocently licked a paw. "Okay, one more try."

Sighing, she opened the cupboard for the third time. At that rate, she'd have to go out later again and get more varieties. There must have been one he liked. Or maybe he was a special magical breed that needed a certain diet? It hadn't been an issue with Crooks who, in fact, had obliterated almost anything that only distantly would go for food. Except for salmon. She'd ask the staff at the store.

Hermione put the bowl down. "Alright, here you go," she said, watching him with anticipation.

The cat sauntered closer but didn't even sniff at the food (with shrimps!!! the label announced, indecent amount of exclamation marks included). He lifted one of his chaps, a mimic expression that she would identify as arrogant condescension and utter loathing in a human, and turned around. Fine.

Each Day Anew by niffizzle

Hermione x Draco Malfoy

When Hermione wakes up in a strange bedroom with no memory of how she got there, she has to rely on the series of memories anonymously left on a table in order to piece it all together.

Three Words, Eight Letters by niffizzle, with art by @abrilas-art

Five times Draco Malfoy tries to say “I love you” and one time he finally does.

A birthday fic for @heyjude19-writing

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Butterflies fluttered around the bushes, but they were nothing compared to the swarm in Draco’s stomach. Today was the day. The day he would finally verbalise what he’d been repeating inside his head the past two months straight. 

Three words. Eight letters.

Why were they so bloody hard to say?

For Founders’ fucking sake, Draco had been so desperate to make this day perfect he’d even asked Potter for advice on where to go. Somewhere they hadn’t been together yet. A place that would henceforth signify a new milestone in their relationship, the next chapter in a novel still in its beginning.

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)

“Take it off!” Hermione cried when she saw *her* tie around his neck.

“Oh?” Malfoy didn’t slow his strides towards the Great Hall, forcing Hermione to run to catch up. “Is there a problem, Granger?”

“You know perfectly well there is!” She kept her voice at a low hiss, yet that didn’t stop the passing students from staring. “There are enough rumors as is, and you aren’t helping!”

“Ah, but you see, this was an honest mix up. I was merely in a rush to get to an early morning Quidditch practice and must have grabbed yours by mistake.”

He was lucky they weren’t on the moving staircases or she would have pushed him down the steps. She knew it would be difficult having all the eighth years share living quarters, but she never expected it to be like *this.*

So what if they’d had another pleasant study session in the common room last night? She must have been too distracted revising for Monday’s Potion exam to realize when he pocketed her discarded tie. “Mistake” her arse. Malfoy knew exactly what he was doing.

But that wasn’t what upset Hermione most.

Her crush was silly, edging on idiotic. As much as there were rumors that she and Malfoy were secretly dating, there were twice as many whispers that there was a massive diamond ring from his family vaults awaiting Astoria Greengrass’s hand upon graduation. Regardless of how much they (mostly) got along nowadays, she knew which rumor she’d bet on being true. Today was just another example of him channeling his taunting energy into something he perceived as harmless fun. How could he know the dragon-like flames that fueled her insides whenever he was near?

“When you get points deducted for wearing the wrong tie, don’t blame me,” she resolved with a huff. If he insisted on acting like this, then Hermione wasn’t going to waste any more time.

She picked up her pace, determined to get to breakfast before he made a spectacle, but he caught her hand before she got too far away.

“Hey.” The teasing evaporated from his tone. “If it actually bothers you, I can take it off.”

Hermione blinked when he reached into his robes pocket, revealing a Slytherin tie.

“Then why bother wearing it at all?”

Malfoy shrugged. “I guess I don’t mind people believing that we’re dating.” A pause. A flash of pink against pale flesh. “Wouldn’t mind if we actually *were* dating.”

Her stomach was in instant knots, only able to push out a single word. “What?”

“Granger, I could take that Potions exam in my sleep.”

“But we’ve been revising together all week!”

“Exactly.” He smirked. “So, what do you say? Should we set these rumors ablaze and go to Hogsmeade together next weekend?”

Hermione never agreed to something so fast in her life.

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