#harry potter world
He looked at the beauty that sat in Hermione’s hands innocently. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. There was nothing he could do to compliment this freak of nature. He looked so fragile, so small. Fuck he was not the one to believe in God but if this wasn’t divine then he didn’t even want to believe in God. He couldn’t believe that a part of him was able to make something this beautiful and that he got the privilege to call him his.
Hermione cooed to the little bundle of joy in her hands- “Hello, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, welcome to the real world” He smiled, like an actual human he smiled.
Fuck, he didn’t deserve him, he couldn’t do this. He didn’t deserve to see that smile.
As if sensing the paranoia growing inside him Hermione looked at Draco and said, “Scorpius, meet your Dad, the most amazing one in the world, ”
And he couldn’t stop the lone tear from falling down his eyes. And at that moment, he knew that everything was going to be alright.
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It was her mistake. She knew it. Slammed against the door of their room trapped in the tight grasp of her Veela husband she knew it was her fault. His eyes were glowing jet silver meaning he was very angry. Fuck she really shouldn’t have pissed him off this much. His grey eyes were gone replaced by wistfully serene silver ones, his shirt was torn because of the protruding seamlessly- blue wings that sat on his shoulders loyally. She felt a bit guilty too.
His hands pressed against her navel harshly and she was completely pressed against the door now. His hands started traveling down from her navel and she felt goosebumps rise all over her body. She knew what was coming next. His mouth leaned down to rest on her neck. She could feel his fangs growing onto her neck and fuck, in the split-second of his mouth marking her neck every nerve of her body and brain was electrified, every inch of her making its presence known. She could never get used to this.
Maybe she shouldn’t have gone to lunch with Victor Krum but fuck was it worth it.
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Who the fuck does he think he is that idiotic, spineless bastard? I mean, one would think after all that has happened he’d be a little less yappy but damn that fucking mouth. Draco goddamn Malfoy calling MY presentation a pathetic attempt to apple-polish my way to being the Minister? Well, fuck him. How DARE he walk into MY meeting acting like he OWNED the goddamn place? How the hell am I the supposed ‘ass licker’ when he is the one in that damned oxford suit and that just-woke-but-still-look-hot hairstyle? I swear I saw Ms. Bagnold drool. Not to mention every other female present there. And some males too which apparently is something my brain’s rotten imagination just can’t leave alone.He can fool them all he wants but his ridiculous schemes won’t work on me. I, like every other ethical person in the Ministry actually, studied to get my degree and job. Unlike him, who it seems like just takes two trips of Gym every other day. His perfect biceps and sharp jawline are enough to get him a job apparently. Not to mention his lips which are unbelievably lush. God that sycophant clown, I just wanna grab him by that expensive shirt and break its every button and slam him against the door of my office and -wait, what the fuck am I thinking?
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Hermione stood on the doorway of his room. She felt smothered by reality and manipulated by her desires but today she decided was the day to rationalize. Wiping her tears she choked out the words, “Draco we canno-”
He cut her off in the middle, “I know Hermione. I know and just because we cannot is exactly why this feels like we should.” He sounded emotionless but his hopeless expression did enough to unmask his true feelings. They both stared into the silence until Draco whispered lowly, “You know all my life I have chased power, because I thought it would give me happiness but all I got was a dead mother, a father in Azkaban and fucking PTSD”. He snorted and continued, “I was so fucking clueless I didn’t even know I wasn’t okay until you gave me a taste of what being okay, what feeling normal was. And damn Granger you got me addicted.
So I don’t care if I’m being selfish when I say this, fuck you for making me think that there was something left inside of me when I’m clearly hopeless. For giving me false hope a life with you, a life worth living. Fuck you, Granger.”
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Blaise was witnessing a snapping match between his very mature adult ministry workers. The argument was redundant to the point that Blaise had it fucking memorized.
“Oh, you are such a dickhead, Malfoy” Granger spraying curses at Draco. check.
“Speaking of heads, yours seems bushier than usual, found someone to mess it up for you?” inappropriate joke about Granger’s sex life. Check.
Hermione blushed, also very normal.
“Shut up, Malfoy” telling Draco to shut up, another checkpoint crossed.
Next was a smirk, Blaise revised.
Instead Draco smiled at Hermione. Okay not a usual response, Blaise thought to himself surprised. Blaise nearly blanched seeing Hermione smiling back at Draco, they both did a weird eye contact thingy creeping the fuck out of Blaise, snapping out of it Draco shifted in his seat getting closer to Blaise and he was suddenly hit by the smell of hydrangeas, which was coming from his friend. Blaise might have just died there. why does Draco Malfoy smell like a fucking flower? And just what the fuck happened right now?
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Harry heard a knock at his office, he opened the door to his and Draco’s shared office to find Daphne Greengrass entering his office like she owned the goddamn place behind Draco, “Bloody Great”- Harry cursed internally as he remembered the last time Daphne visited. He was already irritated and did not need someone telling him how shitty his wardrobe was. Daphne looked at him and said “We were here to tell you that Draco won’t attend your little meeting today, we’ve got an important meeting ourself regarding the future of our relationship” He looked at Draco expecting glee -because obviously, this meant marriage advances- but he found none. Instead, he found a sour, irritated face. He remembered him telling him once that marrying Greengrass was the best thing ever for his family business. He wondered what triggered the sudden change of mood, a funny voice inside his brain pushed him to think that maybe it was a who. “huh interesting thought” He amused.
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In the hectic life that Ginny Weasley lived, she loved hanging out with Hermione. Minus the war heroine stuff, her life seemed peaceful. But Hermione’s life was too work-oriented and sometimes Ginny worried that she might be lonely. Usually, she was much talkative but today she seemed a bit uninterested and lost in thoughts which worried Ginny more. She dismissed these thoughts as she entered the Ministry broom closet and went to retrieve her broom she had left before meeting Hermione in her office. As soon as she entered the space, she was hit with the familiar stench of sex reminding her of some colorful memories from Hogwarts. Her attention was diverted as a very familiar red fabric of Victoria’s Secret bra caught her eye, she picked it up, above the brand label it read HG, she instantly recognized a gift she herself had gotten her friend on a shopping spree.Maybe Hermione’s life is not THAT work-oriented. She smirked at the thought.
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Blaise was passing through the Ministry corridor when he heard this.
“Did you know that Malfoy denied marrying Greengrass?” He recognized the voice as Harry Potter’s. “Wait What? Are you serious?” spoke another voice he knew belonged to Ginny Weasley. “And he’s been acting weird too. Leaves our office at exactly 3 in the afternoon and returns at about 4”.
“That’s so weird ‘coz Hermione’s been acting weird too. I went down at her office yesterday and she didnt tell even me about her Centaur Rights report. And guess what I found in Broom Closet 405?-” Ginny ranted on without realizing Blaise’s presence. Ginny added scandalously- “Her bra”. In an instant it all added up for Blaise. Broom closet 405, the nearest one to Draco’s office, Draco smelling like fucking Hydrangeas, changing hair gels just because Granger said something crass about it, he was shagging Granger. “Merlin fucking a randy goat” he said out-loud without realizing and two heads turned towards him.
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“Okay so are you REALLY sure?” Harry asked Blaise, not sure about what they were about to do.
Blaise snapped, “Of course I’m "really” sure Potter, Why would Draco smell like Granger’s perfume if he’s not shagging her?“
Ginny added- "He’s right, it all adds up, remember last month’s Christmas Ball? they were the first ones to leave.
Harry replied hesitantly, "Okay, I get that but do we really have to stand in front of the broom closet’s door like this and wait for them to come out”
Ginny turned to face Harry, “Of course we have to do this, they should be lucky that we’re not barging in and raiding their sex sessions, stupid basketcases”
Blaise supplied, “finally a Weasley with a brain”
“Oh shut up, Zab-”
The knob of the door turned and it opened to reveal Draco Malfoy with slightly ruffled hair and a mildly blushing Hermione.
Ginny commented with a straight face, “Well look who we just happen to find getting out of the broom closet all red and ruffled while we just happen to pass by it”
Draco and Hermione exchanged glances and looked at the three of them and said together, “Well……”
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It was 7 o'clock in the morning that Hermione found herself on Draco Malfoy’s bed completely naked and dripping on his expensive bed sheets to the bounds of frustration that she wasn’t able to handle. The goosebumps on her body won’t settle down and not to mention her bare nipples upright from the crisp air begging for his attention. Just as she was about to groan in frustration his voice came out.
“Okay, Granger you want to come so desperately? Well then you’ve got to do what you do the best; answer academic questions.” He said. She scoffed, “So excited to lose, Malfoy. Always so eager to humiliate yourself.”
He chuckled in response, “Always so cocky, Granger, let’s see if you excel here too. The first question is what are the 3 main ingredients of Amortentia?”
She started, “You start with adding Ashwinder eggs and then-” Just as she was about to tell the next ingredient she felt him bent down and take her erect nipples in his mouth, circling his expert tongue around the peak of her globe making her moan. He didn’t let the other go untortured and used his fine fingers to flick it making Hermione release a less subtle ‘fuck’ from her mouth.
If it was possible, she was even more turned on than she was before by the sensation of his tongue and fingers playing her like a bloody piano. He paused for a second to remind her, “Answer the question, Granger”.
She internally cursed God who made this man so fucking egotistic. She answered while panting heavily from the way he was making her body tumult. “Ughh, It’s- Oh shit, yes- I dunno- oh fuck. Oh wait, its thorns, rose thorns, yes it’s rose thorns.”
Hermione could feel his smirk studded on his mouth as he said, “2 correct ingredients, Granger. You get a reward.” And without any ado, he pushed his middle finger inside her wet core making her whisper his name sacredly.
He rotated his finger inside of her, catching her off guard by putting a second and a third making her dig her fingers on his shoulder. There were surely going to be marks there later. He kept on deliberately missing the spot again and again intentionally to not give her any relief forcing her to gasp and get ruffled at the same time.
“Gotta tell me just one more ingredient, Granger” He reminded her again. But this time he didn’t stop his routine. Instead, he spread her legs wider and buried himself between them making her scream and forgetting the question altogether. Her eyes rolled back as his tongue swiveled around the pink orb between her legs causing her to be more vulnerable than she already was.
He gradually slowed down the movement of his tongue ruining her building climax. She half begged for more and half begged for him to stop but he startled her by starting to lap his tongue around her unstoppably, making her yell unintelligible things. Just as she was about to come, he stopped altogether and Hermione laid there for a few seconds confused. Looking completely stonewalled and flustered, she managed to speak- “What the hell? Why’d you stop? I swear to Merlin, Malfoy, WHY?”
He stood up and looked at her directly with his million-dollar grin and said, “You were supposed to answer the question, love”. Throwing in a wink for good measure, he headed towards the bathroom in a swagger that only aggravated Hermione more.
Hermione stared at his leaving body jarringly. “One day there will be a murder mystery of Draco Malfoy’s death and I will be sitting in a corner laughing mirthlessly.” She said after she’d caught her breath. Revenge was due.
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It was just the right time for Draco Malfoy to question every single person he thought he could trust as she blurted out the question about the incident he had begged to God to never let her know of. But at last, tragedy had struck and it wasn’t God who had betrayed his trust. It was his supposed friend. He readied himself as his very pregnant wife looked at him and said, “I seriously cannot believe you did that”.
He tried to make her understand but he knew that all his efforts would be rendered useless considering the misdeed he had done. “Look I’m sorry I just couldn’t help it” -as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted ever spilling them out as the expression on Hermione’s face turned from angrier than a screaming banshee to scarier than a demon from hell.
She looked at him incredulously and said, “You couldn’t help it? YOU couldn’t HELP it? I’M the one 6 months pregnant carrying a baby who I assure you is going to be a quidditch player in the future if the kicks are anything to go by and YOU are the one who JUST COULDN’T HELP eating my delicious chocolate chip cookies, which I might add were made specially for me?”
Draco tried to figure out what to say while Hermione continued, “Tell me, just what made you so HELPLESS that you just HAD to eat your pregnant wife’s cookies? Was it the gorgeous abs? Or your flat belly? Or the unswollen foot and arms? Or oh Merlin, was it the ability to walk from one flat surface to another without having someone else helping you walk like a 1 yr old baby? TELL ME”.
Draco tried to say sorry again but cut himself in the middle and looked at his supposed best-friend Blaise Zabini, who after ratting him out was enjoying the current dismemberment of his childhood friend whole humoredly and said to him, “I will never forgive you for this”
Blaise went on to speak something but Hermione beat him to it and snapped, “And I will never thank him enough for this. At least someone has the mere courtesy to not eat my cookies and understand their importance to me”.
Blaise smirked and said, “Ofcourse I understand. How can I not? I am not like Draco here who takes pleasure in torturing pregnant women and does not understand what great gift you are giving to the nature”
Draco looked at him as if he had just done cartwheels while wearing a clown’s costume. “Wha-? Why- I mean, like WHAT?”
Hermione gave Draco a dismissive wave and said to Blaise, “Don’t let him enter the house if he doesn’t have a new batch of cookies from Mrs. Weasley in the next 2 hours”.
Draco asked hopefully, “Will I be forgiven then?”
Hermione stared at him disbelievingly, “YOU DARE ASK ME THAT AFTER WHAT YOU DI—
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Draco woke up to the sight of a clueless Hermione Granger tiptoeing her way out of the room, his gaze wandered to his arse and he immediately felt himself getting hard under the sheets.
He finally decided to intervene- “Granger what do you think you’re doing?
Hermione stopped in her tracks and looked at him awkwardly, "umm….sneaking out?
Draco pushed, "I see that, but why?”
Hermione retorted, “I don’t know aren’t you supposed to do that after a one night stand?”
Draco smirked coyly, “Oh but I have plans which exceed the time limit of one night, Ms. Granger”
Hermione grinned and started approaching the bed while slowly removing the strap of her slip dress and said, “Well then who am I to stop you, Mr.Malfoy?”
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Hermione Granger walked down the grandiose stairs of the Malfoy Manor, eyeing the people present for her engagement party, reminiscing about how hellish yet haven her last couple years have been.
She can feel the glances of people who are envious for her stunning low-cut navy dress, diamond bracelet, and most supremely, resting on her finger, her engagement ring. She can feel the glances of people who eyed her in hatred for daring to bite the forbidden apple and falling in the trap named love with a man she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with. She can feel the glances of people who felt betrayed by her because she wasn’t able to meet their expectations of the man she was supposed to love, of the family she was supposed to have, of the friends she was expected to keep.
But what these people never understood was the weight of her love for this man who she was supposed to hate, who was supposed to hate her, they never understood that aside from the big gestures that he never made, the apologies he never said, the songs he never dedicated to her, the loving words he merely said to her, what he did do was beyond the capabilities of any man she had ever met, he made her happy, made her feel loved and ironically accepted in the world he himself didn’t believe she should.
The various variety of glances that she was receiving on her engagement party today wasn’t new to her, but the feeling that she felt today was. These glances usually made her feel insecure and yearning for the relationships that she lost during these years but today these glances made her feel like a goddess, she never liked the attention but today she felt basked in it and she realized the people responsible for it were the people she had gained when she lost the old relationships and that’s why every loss was worth it, worth him.
Her gaze roamed around the Ball Room and fell on him, their eyes met and he smiled, a gesture he says that only her presence makes possible, cheesy isn’t? but he says it’s the truth, so she believes him. He walks up to her in a swagger which still makes her heart jump like a fifteen-year-old, he takes her hand like a true gentleman and smirks at which she smiles feeling her eyes tear up because that smirk reminds her of every ounce of pain, hurt and love they’ve given to each other, memories they don’t and do want to forget, people they might and might not want to murder, but mostly she tears up for the future she once didn’t think was possible with him because now it was.
He looks up at her and sees the lone tear down her cheek and he knows, he knows the exact feeling she feels, the exact words she needs to hear but instead of saying those he just kisses the tear away and whispers in her ear “you look stunning this evening, Mrs.Malfoy”
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Draco had been a milkman his whole life. His entire family -from his ancestors from ancient Rome to his father- had the same legacy. He loved his cows, his entire life has been about them, he knew how to take care of them with the utmost care he knew when they were happy and when they were sad, when they were to be fed with water and when with grass. Draco had never gotten the opportunity of going to school or making friends or a lover but his cows had taught him so much and had been with him for so long he had never felt the need for either of these things until he met Hermione Granger.
Like a usual Sunday morning routine, he was milking his cows and he heard her soft, caramel voice call out for him, “Oh, what fine work you do taking care of these cows” even her voice sent him shivers.
To say that she was a beauty was an understatement. Her milky white skin was gleaming in the sunlight. She rose her arm to swipe a drop of sweat from her forehead and her blouse gave the view of her plump bust which made him imagine sinuous things. At one glance he knew they would fit perfectly in his hands. He wanted to slam her delicate frame against the door of his barn and fuck her into oblivion. He wanted her tiny hands wrapped around his cock giving the release that he only now realized he needed.
Fuck he was going to hell for this.
He was snapped out of his heinous thoughts by her innocent voice, she said, “I wonder…” She stepped closer to him and put her petite finger in her mouth, biting her lip. He immediately felt the need to replace her finger with his.
Draco led on, “what do you wonder?”
She blinked her eyes like an angel from heaven and took his palm and examined it like it was the first hand she had ever seen, “I wonder what other things this palm can do, ?”
Draco was speechless. He felt the tip of her cock moisten at each of her words. Not so innocent after all, well, two can play this game, he thought to himself.
Draco spoke, “Well, there’s no need to wonder when you can find out yourself, darling”
Hermione smiled playfully and retorted, “Do you mean you will show me how to milk the cows?”
Draco laughed, oh the little angle had some devil in her after all, “Well, sure if you want to but I assure you they can milk other things than cows, muffin”
Now it was Hermione’s chance to be baffled but hell if she was going to show it. She walked even closer and brushed herself against his lean body and whispered in his ears,
“Then what are we waiting for, my sir” and he couldn’t take it anymore.
He picked her and she yelped in surprise, she put her arms around his neck as he carried her to the barn. Draco had never run so fast in his life. He reached the barn and laid her and himself on the hay. He felt himself being rock hard against her body as he watched her golden nipples exposed while she panted heavily, her barely-there blouse only serving an ornamental purpose now. She blushed as she felt his erection, her sweating face now also red and stout. He leaned down and Hermione parted her lips, he took her inviting lips in her mouth, and the taste of her lips silenced nearly all his thoughts. She tasted like ripe strawberries. The warm feeling of his mouth crashed into Hermione, curling her toes, unfurling her senses as her entire body tingled just from a kiss. He kissed his way and nuzzled into her neck, he bit a particular spot above her collarbone and she moaned deliciously, “Oh my-”, impossibly making Draco’s cock even harder, he felt an in-comprehensive sense of pride when she continued to make that sound as he relentlessly the area of her neck, marking it as his own.
Draco gradually lowered down from her neck and kissed the V between her bosom. He inhaled her essence and it smelled so sweet like fucking vanilla. Her sublime smell drove him into madness and he moaned as he continued to lick the same spot between her tits, again and again. He told her, “Fuck, you smell divine”.
Draco moved his mouth to her breasts and circled the outline of her nipples with his fingers, he added pressure and started flicking the peak of both her nipples, Hermione shut her eyes close begged him to finally give her the release that she craved so much.
“Please, Draco” She begged innocently almost in whispers tightening her hands around his neck.
He took her hands and put them over her head. He abruptly took her nipple in mouth and she screamed in both joy and pain, he licked the lower part and breathed slowly on the nub of her orb. She wanted to dig her nails into his shoulders but her hands were above her hand, confined by his tight grip on them. She begged for some kind of control over her body as he relentlessly tugged at her nipples with his mouth making her cry out lustfully. She whispered, “Oh, Hades, I’m gonna come, Merlin” Draco looked into her eyes, wanting to see her reaction, she blushed and looked away from his salacious gaze, continuing to moan.
“Look at me, Hermione,” Draco said softly, Hermione hesitated but looked into his eyes, the look of pleasure in her eyes was enough to make him come in his pants, two more flicks of his expert tongue and Hermione came undone.
Draco trailed his tongue down to her navel and heat rose from Hermione’s stomach to her chest, he touched her knickers to find them drenched with her arousal, he grabbed the fabric and ripped it apart. He placed small, sweet kisses along her right thigh, she arched her back, pushing herself into his face. He spread her legs and buried his face in her crotch. He swiped his tongue from bottom to top, the length of her pussy causing a shudder to radiate through her body, for a moment it seemed like she almost climaxed. Steadily and firmly, he licked her over and over again, pulling his tongue away just shy of her clitoris. He continued his torturous ministrations, just as she was about to come Draco moved his face away from her pussy, Hermione let out a cry of disappointment.
Draco quickly unbuttoned his pants to release his cock, he bent down and kissed her passionately, taking her breath away, slowly he entered her quivering mess of a cunt and registered an agonizingly slow pace, lightly hitting her sweet spot every time he thrust. Hermione craved the orgasm which he was beholding from her, she, again and again, arched her back to signal for him to move faster.
Purely agonized and frustrated Hermione begged him, “Please faster Draco”
“Your wish is my command, Love” He finally decided to stop his torturous pace, and with both his hands on her hips he plunged into her belly, driving hard, she screamed his name. He pounded into her relentlessly, her cunt perfectly milking his cock. She grabbed his face and kissed his mouth as he continued to pleasure her, she moaned when she tasted herself on his tongue. They both lost themselves in each other, moaning, screaming, grunting, yelling, and groaning with each thrust.
Hermione had no sense of what was going around her she only knew her who was giving her what no man had ever been capable enough of giving her. Draco was head over heels with this stranger who was unlike any other woman he had ever met.
After a few final thrusts, they both came together inside each other. Draco removed his cock from her core and she released a painful yelp, he fell beside her and kissed her cheek softly. They both were heavily panting, the moment was surreal. Hermione felt buzzed, there was an electrical feeling inside her belly that stung and felt good at the same time. She could not believe that the man beside her, a milkman, had made her feel this way and sent her to the moon and brought her back. Fuck she was in trouble.
Draco, a milkman, was a simple man and considered himself practical and a realist, he had never believed that the tales of love were true, the story of Persephone, Romeo, and Juliet, but now as he was lying beside the woman he loved he felt each and every feeling described in those pretentious plays and myths.
He asked her playfully, “My dear Hermione, have I cleared your doubts about my capabilities with my hand?”
Hermione chuckled and replied, “Oh you have wooed me with them”
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The 5th and last part of FicRec series sadly.. Here are the 9th and 10th categories:
Sad Fanfics
•Fanfics to cry you heart out to
1~Gradually by Lucystrn
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~Summary: “That’s the first time i saw him again. The last is right now. But I am too weak and drunk to even attempt to shove the covers off his bed, stand and go away. Weak emotionally I mean, because I know that I should be running away from this thing.”
~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet/ 5 Chapters, and 6,996 Words.
~Note/tw: Post-war, Hurt, comfort, romance, dark, emotionally rough.
2~Bitter sweet by provocative envy
~Mature
~Summary: When I finally came, it felt as if I had been flayed open, spine exposed, a cachet of fireworks set off in half-second increments along my vertebrae as he murmured my name so reverently I could not help but think that there must be some magic to it, to me, to him.
~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet/ 3 Chapters, and 5,746 Words
~Note/tw: Post-war, Complete.
3~Demolition Lovers by empathapathique
~Mature
~Summary: Words didn’t mean anything. Only a man who was absolutely sure of what he wanted—or was far too comfortable where he was—could tell a woman that she was the only woman he’d ever love then run off to bed another.
~Site and Words: LiveJournal, Fanfictionnet, AO3/ 3 Chapters, and 24,197 Words.
~Note/tw: Post-war, smut, angst, drama, Complete.
4~Mimi’s Black Rose by xxSammySabotagexx
~Teenage
~Summary: Hermione sat beneath her tree, eyes pointed towards the sky. Tears were running down her face, as she slowly whispered, “I’m going to die.”
~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, 18 chapters, 51k words
~Note/tw: Major Character Death, one of the saddest fic EVER.
5~Graveyard Valentine by Bexchan
~Teenage
~Summary: Hermione thought she was the only person in the world who would spend Valentine’s Day in a Graveyard, but she was wrong. He’s there. Every single year, with his gloves, roses, and answers.
~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, Ao3, 1 Chapter, 9k words
~Note/tw: Sad, sweet oneshot
6~Numbness by Slythadri
~Mature
~Summary: After the war, they feel numb. Maybe the way back to normalcy is through the craziness.
~Site and words: fanfiction.net, 1 chapter, 4k words
~Note/tw: Not very sad, hurt/comfort, hopeful one-shot
Unique Fanfics
•For all the non-cliche fanfiction lovers
1~Of Flavoured Names and Coloured Sounds by Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation) on Ao3 and Lance Corporal Chanyeol on ff.net
~Mature
~Summary: “He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him.”
~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, Ao3, 2 Chapters, 10k words
~Note/tw: Draco has synaesthesia, one of the most unique oneshots, slight smut
2~Procuring Hermione Granger by Curly Kay
~Mature
~Summary: When an old acquaintance offers Hermione 20,000 galleons for a single strand of her hair, she goes in search of the mysterious buyer and finds herself unwittingly portkeyed into the middle of his flat. Dramione twoshot.
~Site and words: fanfiction.net, 2 chapters, 12k words
~Note/tw: smut with amazing plot
3~Classroom 204 by mimifreed
~Mature
~Summary: Hermione and Draco find themselves locked together in a dusty old classroom while a strange virus sweeps through the Wizarding community. They must learn to make the most out of their time and surroundings, and maybe address a few elephants in the room while they’re at it. (8th year)
~Site and words: Fanfiction.net, 1 chapter, 15k words
~Note/tw: Quarantined during the coronavirus trope, avoidable smut, beautifully written oneshot
4~Between the Devil and Draco Malfoy by Queen of Smoke and Mirrors
~Mature
~Summary: Seventeen is a dangerous age. Hermione Granger, arrogant and precocious and bored of her mundane life, thinks she can handle a deal with the devil. But Draco Malfoy - the devil’s own son - plans on dragging her down to Hell with him.
~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet/ 13 Chapters, and 38,410 Words.
~Note/tw: Dramione Devil au, Dark, Drama, anti-order, Dark Hermione, smut, OOC Hermione, complete.
5~The Commoner’s Guide to Bedding a Royal by olivieblake
~Mature
~Summary: Objectively speaking, Hermione Granger knows Britain has a monarchy, just as she knows Prince Draco (the grandson of the King of England) is probably off somewhere living his royal life in total unrelation to hers. Seeing as she isn’t delusional, she doesn’t really expect to be his friend. She doesn’t expect anything that comes after, either.
~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet, AO3/ 45 Chapters, and 527,574 Words.
~Note/tw: Dramione modern Royalty au, Multiple Pairings, Humor, Complete.
6~Modern Romances by olivieblake
~Mature
~Summary: Witch Weekly’s ‘Modern Romance’ series asks anonymous witches and wizards to record a week in their sex lives—with comic, tragic, provocative, and patently revealing results. Each week, a new episode unfolds in the lives of the Wizarding World’s elite.
~Site and Words: Fanfictionnet, AO3/ 19 Chapters, and 293,493 Words
~Note/tw: Multiple pairings, post-war, EWE, complete, fluff, angst, smut, humor, romance, drama.
So here’s the last of it. We enjoyed doing the fic Recs, maybe we’ll do it again.
Shout out to all the amazing authors who took their precious time in writing these gems, y’all real talented.
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Aight Imma head out now.
dude, I just started to analyse this, Quirrel had Voldy at the back of his head right?? Okay, and supposedly Dumbledore knows it all with his great powers and shit, right?? hoW DIDNT HE NOTICE THE FUCKING DARK LORD IN ONE OF HIS TEACHERS?! I mean, dark magic it’s like a vibe right?? bAD VIBE???
