“AT-chee-oh!” The girl heard from the side and before she had time to grab the wand from her pocket for self-defense, her body abruptly shifted towards the nearest double column, and Hermione was pressed against the recess between the columns on their reverse side, not visible from the corridor.
Preview ch.6:
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“You are late, Granger.”
The girl shuddered, abruptly removed her hand from her crotch, lowered her leg and froze.
“Why did you stop?” Draco asked…
* Ch. 7 preview: He looked away.
“I’m too…”
Draco trailed off, breathing heavily and Hermione stared at him in bewilderment and confusion furrowing her brows, until a sudden thought crossed her mind.
*** EARLY ACCESS to ch.6-7 on patreon.com/san_fics
Hermione: I’m a little shocked. Hermione: You pretty much described my ex-boyfriend and our sex-life. Paper: Sorry to hear that. Paper: Are you wearing baggy clothes too?
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Parts 3-7/8 are available with early access.
Part 3 preview: Paper: So remember how I said I hate her clothes? Hermione: Multiple times. Paper: Right. Paper: So I don’t know if you saw her today. Paper: But she is wearing something completely different.
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Part 4 preview: Hermione: A bet actually. Hermione: If I guess who you are before the end of the week, then you will approach Hermione Granger and kiss her. Paper: I understand that we hardly know each other, but is my life really so not dear to you?
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Part 5 preview: Paper: And understand that I’m just as worthy of hatred as your crush? Hermione: And understand that you are just as worthy of forgiveness and acceptance as any person. Hermione: And he is not my crush. Paper: And yet you didn’t have doubts who I was talking about when I said ‘crush’.
* Part 6 preview: Hermione: I told you who turns me on. Paper: Oh. Right. Paper: So, umm. Then just for today, and only in order for you to feel your body better, imagine that it’s he who is telling you how to touch your body. Paper: For him.
* Part 7 preview: Paper: You must dissuade her! I can’t lose her! Hermione: I don’t think so. Paper: You’re all lying! You didn’t talk to her! Why would she suddenly tell you about her obsessions?! Paper: You are not friends! Hermione: I never said I wasn’t her friend.
I forgot to post my schedule last month, but I think you already know my pace of writing.
Nevertheless, here is a rough scheme of my publications for those who are not familiar with me yet.
Sunday- is Dramioneday with my main fic for this ship (which is the first one as well), where I explore in detail their emotions and attraction to each other. Forbidden PotionAo3PatreonWattpad
Monday- the day I usually post draftsfor upcoming chapters, scenes and even full-plot-stories exclusively on Patreon.
Tuesday- a day of temporary projects - such as Felinette Akuma Shenanigans(Ao3PatreonWattpad),text ficslikeOnly Yesterday(Ao3PatreonWattpad) or others like a project for personal growth Felinette Life Lessons(Ao3PatreonWattpad).
Wednesday- I post another temporary project, but for Dramione, in which I explored the characters, letting them talk, which turned into a whole fic with 7 texting-chapters and one full-fledged one at the end. Linkedwill also has graphic form on Wattpad and Instagram (some or all chapters, we’ll see)Ao3PatreonWattpad
Thursday- remains reserved for your favorite Sexting Time Felinette AU (18+), BUT since the sequel (Time for More) was supposed to be Patreon-only until the very last chapter was released, and I changed my mind about splitting the story into two, this fic will be published bi-weekly so I don’t have to deprive readers of it entirely. Ao3PatreonWattpadWeekly update on Patreon, 1 chapter in 2 week on Ao3 and Wattpad.
Friday- we stars new Daminetteor rather RobinettecalledGotham Love Square (I say we, cause my Patreons had already got first 4 chapters of it…) This is a story about how Marinette’s life is woven into another love square, with Damibughating each other because of two different misunderstandings, DaminetteandRobibugplay along with the other’s attitude, while Robinettebegin their secret romance… When Adrien arrives in Gotham, AdriCasswill also start to develop, so just wait for it!.. PatreonAo3(preview)
Saturday-My Naked Baby this is another adult Felinette fic that I am writing to relieve tension while the events of Sexting Time develop in their own speed. Perhaps at the moment this story is more outspoken, and its Felixis not as confident and perfect as the one from Sexting Time, and he is more exuberant too, although who knows, with the latest events of Sexting Time, which you will soon learn… Ao3PatreonWattpad
You know that sometimes I post a chapter a day before or after, and sometimes my V.I.P. patreons get several new chapters at once, so the schedule is approximate.
In addition, temporary projects appear suddenly, like my ideas, which are expressed in new drafts, bloopers or whole new fics. So you can expect more surprises that are not yet on the schedule!
He looked away. “I’m too…” Draco trailed off, breathing heavily and Hermione stared at him in bewilderment and confusion furrowing her brows, until a sudden thought crossed her mind.
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Ch. 8 preview: “Maybe she just likes him!” Harry laughed softly, clearly implying a joke.
“What are you saying!” Ron protested indignantly, not recognizing the humor in his friend’s voice. “She would never get into stupid ferret!..“
At these words, Draco’s whole body stiffened behind Hermione’s back. * p.9 preview: Meanwhile Draco walked up to the girls who were chatting on the couch, leaned over and said something in Pansy Parkinson’s ear. The girl giggled and nodded, said goodbye to her friends and followed Draco into his room. * p.10 preview: “But I wonder where Hermione Granger disappeared to.” He added. “No one has seen her since last night.” There must have been something on Draco’s face because Theo gasped. “No way…” He whispered. *** EARLY ACCESS on patreom.com/san_fics
Hermione: What is this? A self-writing paper? Do you have a mind of your own?
Paper: We don’t even know each other and you already question my mind?
Paper: I certainly do have a mind and this paper – doubtable.
Hermione: So you are an actual human being?
Paper: I think some would disagree with this statement.
Paper: But I still believe I am.
Hermione: Why? Aren’t you a decent person?
Paper: Depends on what this word implies.
Paper: I certainly am in my eyes.
Paper: But enough about me.
Paper: So why don’t you have to look at Malfoy?
Hermione: I didn’t say it was about me.
Paper: But you thought it was a usual paper, so you obviously wanted to write a reminder to yourself.
Hermione: Maybe.
Paper: Is it about Lucius or Draco?
Hermione: Both I guess
Paper: But you wrote about?
Hermione: Draco.
Paper: And why shouldn’t you look at him?
Paper: Last time I checked he was quite eye-catching.
Hermione: Exactly
Hermione: I mean
Hermione: He is not!
Hermione: He can be as eye-catching as he wants
Hermione: Why should I care?
Hermione: I don’t like him as a person!
Hermione: He is basically the opposite of everything I believe in.
Hermione: I don’t even understand how they let him work in the ministry after all he’d done.
Paper: People change.
Hermione: Not Draco Malfoy
Paper: And you are better than him, why?
Paper: You are perfect and never made a single mistake?
Paper: If you judge him like that surely you’ve got your own shadows as well
Hermione: And why is that?
Paper: A person can only perceive something that exist in their own mind
Paper: That’s why muggles can’t see magic even if it appears in front of their eyes.
Paper: It doesn’t exist in their mind.
Paper: So for you to perceive his flaws so well, you must have at least their germ in yourself.
Hermione: Hmmm. That kind of makes sense the way you say it, but in fact there are no more different people than him and me.
Hermione: So whatever I have inside me that makes me notice his flaws as you call them, – I’m not like him.
Paper: And you don’t want to look at him so badly why?
Hermione: Personal reasons.
Paper: Oh, come on, I don’t even know who you are
Paper: What’s the problem in telling me the reason?
Paper: It’s not like I’ll go to him and say, hey Draco, I know this stranger who doesn’t want to look at you. That would be an odd conversation.
Hermione: Fine.
Hermione: It awakes strong emotions inside me that I find difficult to deal with.
Paper: Strong emotions?
Paper: It sounds to me as either you want to fuck him or kill him.
Paper: And judging by your opinion about him, it’s probably the second option.
Hermione: Haha. Right.
Hermione: It reminds me about this muggle game teenagers love to play.
Hermione: It’s called fuck-marry-kill.
Paper: Are you muggleborn?
Hermione: Why?
Hermione: Do you have a problem with that?
Paper: No
Hermione: Why did it take 10 min for you to answer?
Hermione: And don’t tell me that you were too busy to write down two letters.
Paper: I was thinking.
Hermione: About the question? Don’t you have a formed opinion on it?
Paper: Now I do.
Hermione: But it’s not like you met a muggle born witch for the first time in your life.
Hermione: Why didn’t you form your opinion before?
Paper: I did.
Paper: It changed.
Hermione: 10 minutes ago???
Paper: No.
Paper: I just wanted to make sure it’s clear to me.
Paper: And stable
Hermione: Just to write one word to me?
Hermione: You could just lie or say you don’t care.
Paper: I do care.
Hermione: So following this logic, muggle born witches were a problem for you before, right?
Paper: Do we have to discuss my past?
Hermione: Oh, is it a painful topic?
Hermione: Sorry
Hermione: I used to be bullied for being muggle born for years, so.
Hermione: It mustn’t be more painful then this
Hermione: Right?
Hermione: Were you treated badly as well?
Hermione: Hello?
Hermione: Paper-boy?
Hermione: Ok, I won’t ask about your past anymore
Hermione: I promise.
Paper: I never said I was a boy.
Hermione: You didn’t
Hermione: I just had a feeling
Hermione: Are you a paper-girl?
Paper: I’m not paper-anything
Paper: I am a man
Hermione: You sound grumpy
Hermione: I said I won’t ask about your past
Paper: What was your game about?
Hermione: Oh, now you are curious, aren’t you?)
Hermione: So you pick three people and another person has to choose who they fuck, marry or kill.
Paper: Hmm, like a golden trio?
Hermione: Why? The three people don’t have to even know each other, they can be imaginary, someone you know or just famous people
Paper: I pick those three for you
Paper: Go on
Hermione: Go on what? Oh, playing? I have to play fuck-marry-kill with the golden trio???
Paper: Why is it a problem? If you work in the ministry you must know all three or at least meet each of them
Paper: And judging by the fact that the box with the nexum-scrolls blow up in the ministry hall this morning and they scattered all over the place – you must be one of the employees
Hermione: Oh, that’s where the paper comes from?
Hermione: I was late this morning and just found the paper next to my door. I thought it was a letter or something and took it, but it was empty
Paper: And then you decided to write how much you hate Draco Malfoy on it?
Hermione: I didn’t write how much I hate him
Hermione: Anyway
Hermione: This conversation will disappear once I turn the paper and write on the other side, right?
Paper: Right.
Hermione: And nexum-scrolls are linked in pairs, right?
Paper: Right.
Hermione: And yours comes from the same box?
Paper: Yes.
Hermione: So you must be a ministry employee as well.
Hermione: What department?
Paper: And why would I say that to you?
Hermione: We might know each other
Paper: We might
Paper: But I don’t see why we should try to find out if we do or not.
Paper: It’s much more fun this way.
Hermione: You might be right.
Hermione: And I might hope you are someone decent if you work here
Hermione: But then again…
Hermione: They hired Malfoy too
Hermione: Anyway
Hermione: I can do the game, the choice is simple.
Hermione: I kill Ron Weasley, I marry Harry Potter and I fuck Hermione Granger.
Paper: Hmm, interesting.
Paper: We might have similar tastes.
Hermione: Really? Would you marry Harry as well?
Paper: Are you giving me the same three people?
Hermione: Well now that I’m curious about your taste, of course you get the golden trio too.
Paper: I fuck Granger
Paper: Damn, on paper it looks even better than when it sounded in my mind.
Hermione: Fuck Granger?
Hermione: Is this where our tastes are similar?
Paper: Damn yes!! Did you see those curves?
Paper: Even the stupid clothes that she chooses to where can’t hide them!!
Hermione: Why are her clothes stupid?
Paper: Because they hide her curves from my eyes, obviously.
Hermione: How do you know about her umm curves if she hides them?
Paper: I have my ways.
Hermione: Were you spying on her in the Ministry’s women’s restrooms?
Hermione: Or something as creepy as this?
Hermione: And after that you consider yourself a decent person?
Paper: I don’t spy on Granger at the toilets, you idiot!
Paper: I just know her for many years and saw her in different clothes, including less conspiring.
Hermione: I see.
Hermione: Sorry I assumed you were a creep
Hermione: So you know her well?
Hermione: Are you one of her friends?
Paper: Definitely not.
Hermione: Who are you then?
Paper: Didn’t we agree on keeping the conversation anonymous?
Hermione: Right. Sorry
Hermione: So what with the other two?
Paper: The other two?
Hermione: From the golden trio. You haven’t chosen what to do with them.
Paper: That’s easy. I kill them.
Hermione: You can’t kill them both
Hermione: You have to use ‘marry’ too
Paper: Ok, I marry Granger
Hermione: But you’ve already fucked her!
Paper: Exactly.
Paper: Now I have to marry her like a gentlemen I am
Hermione: I don’t think you understood how to play this game.
Paper: Or you just don’t want me to marry Granger.
Paper: Do you want her for yourself?
Paper: Are you a man or a woman?
Paper: I challenge you to a duel!
Hermione: Are you gonna fight me for Hermione Granger?
Hermione: Really?
Paper: I won’t if you won’t come near her.
Hermione: Ha!
Paper: What does the ha means?
Paper: I demand that you take your words back and stay away from her!
Hermione: What words?
Paper: That you fuck her
Paper: She’s my wife now
Hermione: What if I already did?
Paper: What the fuck?!
Paper: Are you fucking Weasley? That excuse of her boyfriend!!
“You are late, Granger.” The girl shuddered, abruptly removed her hand from her crotch, lowered her leg and froze. “Why did you stop?” Draco asked in a sleepy voice, turning to her and propping himself up on his elbows.
Malfoy didn’t move either, and with a furtive glance at him, she saw that he was standing with his eyes closed, lips parted, trembling, as if trying to control his breathing.He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and Hermione wondered if he could feel how much his touch had turned her on, remembering his comment about her scent.
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Next chapter in a week.
Preview ch.5: “AT-chee-oh!” The girl heard from the side and before she had time to grab the wand from her pocket for self-defense, her body abruptly shifted towards the nearest double column, and Hermione was pressed against the recess between the columns on their reverse side, not visible from the corridor. * Preview ch.6: “You are late, Granger.”
The girl shuddered, abruptly removed her hand from her crotch, lowered her leg and froze. *** EARLY ACCESS to ch.5-6 pls on patreon.com/san_fics
“You don’t remember what I told you yesterday, do you, Granger?” He asked softly, – Hermione never heard him talking like that before, – not to her, not to any other person.
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Chapters 4-5 are available on patreon.com/san_fics
Preview ch.4: “You don’t have to just watch from there.” Draco said as if he knew that she was inside his room.
But he couldn’t know! Right? * Preview ch.5: “AT-chee-oh!” The girl heard from the side and before she had time to grab the wand from her pocket for self-defense, her body abruptly shifted towards the nearest double column, and Hermione was pressed against the recess between the columns on their reverse side, not visible from the corridor.
author’s note: this was originally intended to be a oneshot but i’m feeling motivated to write rn so this is going to be a three part series:))
a chance meeting in the leaky cauldron, where hermione has been working to try to forget the horrors of the second wizarding war, leads to a series of illicit affairs. includes: much angst and implied smut. read ‘the leaky cauldron’ before embarking.
You showed me colours You know I can’t see With anyone else Taylor Swift, ‘illicit affairs’
They go upstairs, into the spare bedroom that Hermione has just told Draco about. Skin meets skin and tears mingle and the night passes in euphoric highs and snivelling, guilty lows. But Draco always kisses the tears away, and Hermione repays the favour.
When she wakes up, her head pounds. Dust particles float across the room, sprinkled around like icing sugar, and Hermione feels like she’s awakening from a dream. She hasn’t slept this well in months.
But someone’s breathing gently next to her. Lazy rays of morning sun soften the bags under Draco Malfoy’s eyes, and then the flood gates open, and Hermione remembers.
For some unknown, godforsaken reason, she wants to curl up next to him.
Tears prick at Hermione’s eyes. When she sees the dark, winding smudge on Draco’s forearm, they start to fall in streams, and soon she’s shoving a hand over her mouth as she sobs so that the Death Eater she just fuckeddoesn’t wake up.
Why do you care whether he wakes up or not? Why does Draco Malfoy getting his beauty sleep concernyou so -
Shut up shut up shut up
Hermione cries until she can’t anymore. Then -
Ron Ron Ron Ron Ron Ron
Ah, yes. I was wondering when we’d get to the man that you just cheated on.
Oh god oh god oh god shut up please shut up
Don’t you think he might be wondering why you didn’t come home last night?
Hermione stumbles out of bed, frantically throwing her clothes on, and she’s almost at the door when she looks back, she doesn’t know why, she can’t help it.
He’s still asleep. His white blonde hair is tousled, and his lips look soft and warm.
I thought he hated me.
You know what they say. There’s a thin line between -
Hermione slams the door behind her, like that will make the doubts go away.
When she finally reaches the house that Ron and her share, she’s panting and her legs burn from sprinting; if her crying didn’t wake Draco up, the door slam definitely did, and she can’t risk being there to face the consequences of their actions.
She pushes the door open, cringing at how much noise it makes. Maybe Ron will still be asleep and he won’t even have noticed she was missing and it will all be ok -
‘Hermione?’ His voice is a croak.
Ron’s standing in the hall, wearing a dressing gown. He’s clutching a can of beer in one hand and his face is red and blotchy, like he’s been crying.
‘Where were you?’
Hermione goes to him and takes his hand in hers, her heart thumping against her ribcage. ‘My shift - my shift at the Cauldron overran. I was so tired that I fell asleep there - Ron, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. Please don’t be angry.’
Some Gryffindor you are, lying to your best friend.
Ron doesn’t relax. ‘But I went to the Cauldron when you weren’t back for ages, and I didn’t see you there anywhere. I mean, it was past closing time so I could only look through the windows, but -’
She wants to scratch her eyes out at the waves of relief which wash over her.
‘The spare room,’ Hermione babbles. ‘There’s a spare room upstairs. I just thought I’d go for a quick lie down, but I fell asleep. You know how it is.’
Ron breathes a sigh, and pulls her into a hug. He feels safe and warm. Even if their relationship isn’t working, she knows that he will always care for her as a friend. Hermione wants to cry and cry.
‘Thank Merlin. You don’t know how scared I was, Hermione. For a minute I thought - God, I don’t know what I thought.’ Ron laughs shakily. ‘I thought maybe some fanatic who won’t accept Voldemort’s dead had found out where you worked or something. I thought that a Death Eater had got you.’
Hermione balls her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into soft palms.
The whole day, she’s terrified that Ron will sense the smell of him.Even when she changes her clothes, it still clings to her. If Hermione closed her eyes, she could feel him above her, behind her, inside her.
She wants to close her eyes, but she won’t let herself.
The day passes in a nervous blur, and soon it’s time for her shift at the Cauldron.
I need to go. They’ll wonder why I haven’t turned up.
Why don’t you just pretend to be ill?
I - I could.
But you don’t want to.
Shut it. With any luck, he’ll - he’ll have left already.
He hasn’t left. Of course he hasn’t.
Hermione cleans the bar and serves butterbeer and chats to customers while Draco sits in the corner, hiding his face and downing glass after glass of firewhiskey. The sun sets in the sky, splashing red across a darkening canvas, and Hermione finds herself taking sips of customer’s drinks until eventually she begins pouring her own.
The waitress who served Draco last night doesn’t arrive at her scheduled time, but Hermione doesn’t worry - the alcohol that she’s knocking back won’t let her. A dizzy memory waltzes through her mind, reminding her of how she pointed out the way to the spare bedroom to Draco, who went up by himself, unnoticed. Hermione remembers telling the waitress that she was done for the night, and leaving out the front door. The backstairs that led up to the room where Draco waited were slippy and frosted over.
An hour or so later, Hermione stumbles up those same stairs, swaying in the cold winter air and hating herself.
Draco’s touch is warm.
Weeks pass. Hermione spends less time with Ron, because she can’t bear to look into his sweet face after what she’s done. The times that they see Harry, it’s hard to look into his eyes, too. She tells them that the nightmares have been getting worse, so she wants to start working later shifts at the Cauldron, and when the pub closes, she’ll stay to clean up. She knows it upsets Ron but she does it anyway, each footstep further away from their home sending a painful jolt to her heart. Hermione serves the customers, she drinks, she cries in the bathroom. She tells the waitress that she’s going home, now. She staggers up the stairs, and tries to block out the voices in her head as Draco fucks her.
She wonders if he has doubts, too.
She asks him.
‘Yes,’ he says. The first silvery wisps of dawn are creeping through the window, and his voice is even deeper from sleep. It makes Hermione’s heart throb.
‘Then why do we do this?’ She whispers.
He pauses. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Draco, when did - when did you start feeling like this, for me?’ The words come rushing out, and Hermione can’t stop them.
Draco stares at her. He swallows. ‘I don’t know about that, either. All I know is that -’ He sounds like he’s almost choking on his speech. ‘All I know is that one day, I saw you - you weren’t really doing anything, just sitting at the Gryffindor table with Weasley and Potter. And you were laughing. And just then, I felt this sort of - this sort of warmthin my chest.’
Hermione knows that feeling all too well, now.
‘And I hated myself for it. Because all my life, my father had taught me that muggleborns… you know.’ Grey eyes flood with guilt. ‘I’m sorry for that, by the way.’
Draco apologises a lot to Hermione now, about what went on between them at Hogwarts. It’s another thing she loves about him.
Loves - you said loves -
What? No, no I didn’t -
‘And me hating myself… it made me angrier at you. Like it was your fault, or something. Even if it hurt me to be horrible to you - I still felt like I had to do it.’
It seems Draco is more well-versed in the practise of self-hatred than Hermione ever was.
‘But after what happened with Voldemort, I knew I couldn’t live that kind of life. Which, again, I’m… I’m sorry for choosing in the first place.’
‘It’s alright, Draco,’ Hermione murmurs. It isn’t, really. She touches the scar on her arm. But she’d forgive him anything, anything.
What’s happened to me? If the house elves who’s freedom I campaigned so fervently for could see me now, they’d laugh.
Draco lies back onto the pillow, and laces his fingers with hers. The Dark Mark touches Mudblood’s jagged scrawl. Hermione gives into temptation, and nestles her bushy head into his chest. A silence falls, as soft as new snow. Hermione’s eyelids flutter closed.
There’s footsteps up the stairs.
Draco’s head snaps up. He’s heard them too.
‘Hide under the bed, Draco -’
Too late. There’s no lock on this door and it’s being pushed open and the waitress has discovered their hiding place -
It was electrifying. The way their lips moved in tandem was hypnotising. They moulded into one another, finding the perfect balance. Her soft features against his sharp angles. Her passion against his controlled movements.
Some of you have asked if I would ever make more dramione content. @amarillis39 and I put this little gift together in honour of the birthday girl @leilahmoon!! We love you ❤️
