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Chief Warlock Hermione Granger-Malfoy and her husband, Auror Draco Malfoy, looking over the week’s to-do list.
I wasn’t planning on posting this yet, but as of today I have 800 followers! Thank you so much!! I appreciate all of you so so much! With all of your likes and comments over the past year and a half you’ve made drawing and posting art fun for me again. I feel like I have a reason to finish things for the first time in a looong time. So, have some early art! :D
Full image, and the original sketch, under the cut.
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I posted 57 times in 2021
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#i feel like draco resisted this when they first started dating then gave up
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#5
This didn’t show up in the tags, so I’m reposting it…
451 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 12:15:07 GMT
#4
She’s a bit short.
476 notes • Posted 2021-08-11 21:57:26 GMT
#3
More hugs.
536 notes • Posted 2021-08-07 16:47:40 GMT
#2
I started making a comic back in January, then got annoyed with it and gave up. However, I spent a silly amount of time on it, so here are a few of the middle panels… (which still annoy me…) *sigh*
There are some of the other wips under the cut. :)
645 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 16:19:26 GMT
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Cuddle pile.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20796941/chapters/54020158
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13397143/21/Universal-Truths
They walked down the trail into a section that was wooded and shady. “It’s just up ahead,” said Astoria over her shoulder as she disappeared around a sharp bend.
Hermione suddenly heard one of the girl’s distinctive shrieks and hurried to see what was going on. She came around the bend to see the tiny witch launching herself at an amused Draco.
His eyes met Hermione’s over Astoria’s head as he hugged the young girl, then kissed her cheek soundly. She looked up and cried, “what are you doing here? You’re early!”
Hermione stood back and waved at him, unable to keep a smile from spreading across her face.
‘Hello, my Astor,” he chuckled. “Hello,” he called a little more softly to Hermione, holding her gaze. She suddenly felt warmer.
He looked back at his ward. “I was able to move some meetings around, so here I am.” His eyes again slid to Hermione on the last bit of the sentence. Astoria seemed to notice because she abruptly stepped out from between them.
“How did you know we were here?” asked Hermione, tilting her head.
“Mignon. She told me about your plans with the herd, and the swimming.” He glanced back at Astoria. “How was it?”
“Brilliant!” she crowed. “It was so good to see them.”
“And the swimming was gorgeous,” Hermione added.
His eyes flicked briefly down her body and she felt a bit self-conscious. She’d really gone full-on sloppy muggle today.
Astoria eyes darted from Draco to Hermione. “Well Auntie must not even know you’re here! I should, uh, go tell her so she knows you’ll be here for dinner. Wouldn’t want to surprise her and throw off the numbers! You know how she hates that.” She shot a glance at Draco that was all huge, round eyes as she rushed to what must be the apparition spot. “See you in a bit!” she called over her shoulder before disappearing.
“But I already … told… Mignon…,” he trailed off, shaking his head and shrugging at Hermione.
“She’s not what I’d call subtle,” she said, moving toward him with a grin still tugging at the corners of her mouth.
He chuckled. “And yet I find I appreciate the gesture. Come here.” He reached out and pulled her to him, capturing her lips. She molded to his lean body, pressing against him as she ran her hands up to stroke the soft skin of his nape.
He felt just as good as she remembered.
His hands wandered down her back and under her frayed t-shirt, sweeping up under the tie of her bathing suit. “Today, you taste like sunshine… and heat,” he murmured when he came up for air.
“And look like a vagrant,” she laughed, pulling back and gesturing to herself.
“Mmm, nooo,” he said, “I quite like this. What are these? Jeans that you made into shorts?” She nodded. “They’re very short. Muggle fashion can really be quite lovely in the way it accentuates the body.” His eyes twinkled as his hands traveled down over her arse and ran under the frayed hems. “I do enjoy it when you make your already abbreviated garments even smaller,” he murmured, his lips moving lightly down her neck. “It reminds me of our day in the park.”
Hermione was finding it difficult to form a coherent answer, so she settled for a soft sigh.
“I wish I’d seen your swim costume, though” he continued, kissing back up to her mouth. “Seems there’s very little to it.” His fingers tugged at the string holding her bikini top on.
“Heyyy!” she said against his lips.
He shot her a wicked smile. “I suppose we do have to get back for dinner. 6pm sharp, correct?”
“Yes,” Hermione glanced at her watch. “Which gives me just under thirty minutes, so I’m going to have to go if I want to shower off this river water.” She pulled back and gathered her rucksack, which had dropped to the dusty ground.
“A shower?” his eyes lit on hers, all warm, melting silver. “I could help you with that, you know. I’m very helpful”
“I’m sure you could, but then I’d definitely be late.”
Like I’m not a canon Draco and Hermione fan but like….hypothetically ……
EPISODE 7 : Worlds Away
A loss within the Potter family brings everyone together, even while others spread apart. Accusations of lies and betrayal form a rift between the newlyweds. Others, meanwhile, have their secrets finally revealed.
Chapter 33 : Mistakes
“You’re drunk.”
Draco paused at the top step and turned slowly to look towards the Duchess’s chambers. Hermione had never inhabited them when they were last in London, seeing as how he had been residing at Nottingham House and they had left after the wedding. He had imagined, time and again, just what she would do with that bedroom.
After all, they were to share his rooms. His rooms were darker in the morning, had the larger softer bed, and he had had no intention of allowing her to be far from him, ever. Her rooms, well, the Duchess’s rooms, had such a natural light to them, he had imagined her sitting on a chaise, reading, while he was on his knees devouring her…
Now, he wondered if he would ever see her within those rooms. Now, he wondered if she would ever again be in his bed.
“I am not,” he answered slowly, careful to hide any slur to his tone. He could understand why she would assume that he was drunk, given how he must smell like liquor, but—"I have sobered up before returning home.“
"Why?” she asked, forcing him to look at her once more.
He had not intended to do so. In fact, every step up the large staircase, he had reminded himself to simply turn right once he reached the landing and enter his own room. He hadn’t wanted to look her way and see her door shut. He had been trying to spare himself from his regret and his longing. He had been trying…
Well, it was futile now, and so, he allowed his gaze to pass over her.
He wished it had not.
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Forgot that I’m trying to get back into Tumblr again. Ha. Anyhow, I drew a Dramione thing and I love it and maybe you’ll like it too?
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It’s the screams that catch him. The screams he can’t escape. The screams that follow him, rip at him, tear apart his very soul and soak into his bones. It’s the screams that keep him awake at night.
It’s the screams that make him think he is going mad.
He’s determined to avoid getting killed, to make the most of his second chance. But he has to find the screams, to prove to himself he’s sane. And in doing so, maybe he’ll figure out why Hermione Granger looks like she’s as mad as he is.
CHAPTER 37
A Dramione Werewolf AU
Eighth Year
Word Count: 3432
Rating:Explicit
2 March 1999 - Full Moon
As Draco opens his eyes, he’s aware of three things at once. The first is that his tail is wrapped around something. The second is that he has a tail. The third is that Hermione is human, and she looks nervous.
Pushing himself up, he stretches, first leaning back onto his hind legs, and then forward as he lowers his back. Shaking himself out once stretched, he takes a few steps, looking around. It’s dark outside, or so he thinks - color is a bit different than he is used to. Hermione is naked, and his tail is wrapped around her leg. He tries to let go, but it doesn’t budge.
“Draco?” she asks again, and he can hear a tremor in her voice. “Can you shift back?”
He blinks at her, considering it. Can he? He should be able to. After all… he is an animagus. That would mean shifting into his animal form and then back again. Except… he’s not sure if he can. Something about the idea of it, of shifting back into his human form…
“You’re so beautiful,” Hermione whispers, and on instinct, he legs go of her leg as she leans forward. Her palm touches his furry cheek, and he purrs are her nails scratch just behind his ear, hitting the perfect spot. Oh, that is… that’s amazing. That is perfect. He leans into it further, nearly falling over, and he makes a weird growling meow that he can only describe as coming from somewhere deep within his soul.
“Alright, alright,” Hermione says with a laugh, and she runs her hand down his chest, around, teasing him with her touch. “Of course you would be a cat.”
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EPISODE 7 : Worlds Away
A loss within the Potter family brings everyone together, even while others spread apart. Accusations of lies and betrayal form a rift between the newlyweds. Others, meanwhile, have their secrets finally revealed.
Chapter 32 : Questions, No Answers
Draco was quiet as he watched Hermione sleep, despite the sunlight shining in through the carriage windows. They had been riding for hours, traveling through the night, and at some point in the early hours, she had finally fallen asleep.
Throughout the ride, he had wanted, on more than one occasion, to offer for her to sit beside him so that his shoulder could be her pillow, and he could keep her warm. Every time he thought to offer her that, his comfort and support, every time he thought to pull her close, to whisper her the truth…
After all, it had been a twelve-hour journey from Wiltshire to London, with them having to stop twice to change horses and to give the footmen a rest. This would have been the perfect opportunity. He even had all of the paperwork with him, including his correspondence, and even a few journals he had kept while in school… He could have shown her everything, and yet…
All throughout the night, with only the glow of the moon to light the carriage, Hermione had clutched the letter. She had stared at it, reread it over and over again. She had run her fingers through her hair to the point that it had doubled in size, had run her hands over her dress over and over again, had wrung her fingers together…
It wasn’t about him. This wasn’t about him. And, it wasn’t about their relationship either. Harry and Ginny were suffering a great loss, and her heart was breaking for them. She was falling apart, wanting nothing more than to be with them.
What she wanted and needed was to be by her brother’s side.
It didn’t matter that they were overdue for their talk. It didn’t matter that Draco was living in anguish. It didn’t matter that his wife hated him for things that were not even true. It wasn’t about him, and it wasn’t about his lies.
All that mattered was getting Hermione to London as fast as possible.
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