A Wild Chase by @xxdustnight88.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/collections/...

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I never thought I'd write a fanfic for The Big Bang Theory, but here I am plotting out a Raj/Lavender Brown one-shot.... Already have about 500 words... Let's see where this goes!

"Move, princess,” Draco muttered, crowding her at the file cabinet. Hermione glanced over her shoulder. “You’re in my space, Malfoy.” “Funny. I was just thinking how good we fit.” She didn’t move. Neither did he. The air crackled. “Careful,” she whispered. “You might like it.” His smile? Pure sin.

"You changed my ending,” Ginny scowled, waving the manuscript. Theo leaned back, smug. “Improved it.” “It’s my novel.” “And yet your heroine had no banter.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” He grinned. “You say that like you haven’t already written me into chapter twelve.”

“That’s impossible,” Tony blinked, watching her levitate his arc reactor. Hermione smirked. “Try ‘improbable with science.’” “That’s theft.” She shrugged,“That’s flirting.” He laughed, delighted. “Marry me.” It wasn't a question. “Buy me coffee first, Stark.” Just like that, he was hooked.

Lily’s hands were dirt-streaked; Narcissa’s, pristine. “You’re doing it wrong,” Narcissa sniffed, adjusting Lily’s grip on the seedling. Their fingers brushed. “Thanks,” Lily murmured. “Don’t make it a habit,” Narcissa said, but didn’t let go. The flower blooms—unexpected, bright, and soft. 💐

Draco finds the photograph in an old book—Harry, laughing, wind in his hair. "That was a good day," Harry says softly behind him. Draco closes the book, heart aching. "Let’s make another."

Reveal Day 2💜 - A Lot Like Forever by @xxdustnight88.bsky.social - One Bed Pansy/Hermione - archiveofourown.org/collections/...

“I thought you were dead,” Ginny choked, fists curled in his shirt. Harry cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. “I came back for you,” he whispered. She kissed him like it was the only truth left. When they broke apart, he dropped to one knee. “Marry me?” “Yes,” she breathed. “Always.”

Ginny cursed the downpour, then cursed louder when Pansy appeared—soaked, smug, infuriating. "Still chasing storms, Weasley?" Ginny grabbed her collar. "Only the dangerous ones." Their kiss crackled louder than thunder. #microficmay

“Which side are you on?” Tom murmured. The heirloom locket burned against her skin as his fingers ghosted over it. Ginny’s lips curled. “Whichever one lets me keep you.” His smile was wicked. She didn’t flinch. Power hummed between them—dark, heady, irresistible.

She curled under the bed, heart racing, tears hot. Crookshanks slunk beside her, purring loud & steady. “You always find me,” she whispered. He butted her cheek, tail flicking. No questions. No judgment. Just warmth. Sometimes, she thought, pressing her face into his fur, only familiars understood.

Pansy stood alone, used to being overlooked. Then Ron crossed the room—no hesitation, no glance at anyone else. “It’s your turn,” he said, offering his hand. “To be what?” she asked. “First. Always.” Smiling, she took his hand. For once, she didn’t feel like a consolation—she felt chosen.

They ducked into the alley, soaked & breathless. “You’re warm,” Pansy said, pressing closer. Marcus growled low in his throat. “Want warmer?” His mouth was on hers—hungry, rain-slick, claiming. She tugged him closer, lips bruising. When they finally pulled apart, she smirked, “About bloody time.”

Pansy sulked on the couch, arms crossed as rain tapped the windows. Neville handed her tea with a smile. “Rain’s perfect for doing nothing.” She rolled her eyes but took the cup. “Fine, we can watch that ridiculous film.” Neville grinned. "See? Best rainy day ever."

watched Star Wars Episode III for the first time today

Pain burned Hermione’s arm, the rune searing her skin—Loki’s name, ancient and thrumming with magic. Across the room, he clutched his own wrist. “This changes everything,” she whispered. Loki crossed the room, fingertips tracing the bond. “It changes nothing," he murmured. "You were always mine.”

At the door, Hermione turned back. “Wait for me,” she said, voice thick. Draco reached for her hand, squeezing once. “Always,” he promised. He watched her Disapparate, heart torn between pride and fear. He had his mother to care for. She had her parents to save. They would find their way back.

The baby stirred, tiny fists waving. Draco froze, fear and awe warring in his chest. Hermione touched his arm, her smile shaky but sure. “We’ll learn,” she murmured. He cradled their daughter closer, feeling her heartbeat against his. “For her,” he whispered. For all of them.

Draco slammed the door behind him, fury burning under his skin. Hermione padded toward him, barefoot, wearing nothing but his shirt. "You’re late," she murmured. He cursed under his breath as she tugged him closer, thighs parting. "Forget it," she whispered against his mouth. "Tonight, you’re mine."

Hermione let the snake coil up her arm, shivering at the feel of scales on skin. "Watching, are you?" she whispered, smirking. The serpent tightened around her wrist. "You could've asked to touch," she teased, dragging him toward her thigh. "Next time," she promised, "I'll make you beg to bite."

He knelt before her, marble and moonlight, a fallen god worshipping at her feet. Hermione, wild and radiant as any goddess, smiled — dangerous, divine. "Swear yourself to me," she whispered. Draco pressed a kiss to her hand, already hers. "I am yours," he vowed.

Ginny whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. Draco’s mouth was relentless at her throat, claiming, branding. “You’re mine,” he growled, voice rough with need. She arched against him, gasping. “Then mark me, Malfoy.” He didn’t need to be told twice.

Sincerity & Maturity Rated: Mature Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Word Count: 1,614 *WiP* Summary: When a new marriage law is enacted, former lovers and friends, Ron & Hermione, are found to be the perfect match. Ao3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/642954... #Romione #RonAndHermione

Currently working on a Sherlock/Hermione piece for a fest... Wish I was home instead of at work because all I want to do is write this so it's out of my head. ✍️

“Why do we always end up on staircases?” Hermione murmured, dress tucked under her knees. Draco smiled, fingers brushing hers. “Best place for quiet.” She nudged his shoulder. “Or for something new to begin?” His breath caught.“Only if it’s with you.” This time, she didn’t pull away.

Flourish and Blotts smelled like ink and memory. “She brought us here again,” Theo murmured. Blaise smirked. “Of course she did. Books and chaos—her love language.” Hermione reappeared, arms full. “We need all of these.” They took the bags without complaint. She smiled. They were home.

“You can’t say that mid-firefight!” Hermione snapped, ducking hexfire. Sherlock smirked. “Why not? It’s true—you are the most brilliant woman I’ve met.” She stunned a suspect, breathless. “Flirt later, deduce now.” He grinned. “Multitasking, darling.” She rolled her eyes—and smiled.

She eyed the pink roses. “Admiration and gentle love,” she said, voice teasing. Draco flushed. “I did my research.” Hermione smiled, tucking one behind her ear. “For a first date, you’re doing rather well.” He grinned. “Wait until dessert.” “Flowers and confidence? Dangerous.”

Wicked Dreams Rated: E Pairing: Loki/Hermione Granger Word Count: 6,952 Summary: Plagued by an all-too-real dream, Hermione finds herself trapped in a seductive battle of wills with Loki, whose touch lingers even after waking. Ao3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/640804...

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Hermione curtsied, cheeks pink. Draco bowed, heart racing. Their hands met—warm, tentative. “You dance well,” he murmured. “I’ve only practiced in libraries,” she whispered. A pause. “Then may I call on your library tomorrow?” She smiled. “I suppose… if you bring tea.”

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Rain masked Astoria's tears. “You don’t have to love me, Draco. The contract doesn’t require it.” “I tried not to,” he choked. Her breath hitched. “You deserve more than obligation.” “I wanted you long before parchment told me to.” “Then prove it.” And he did—with a kiss like redemption.

“Draco, that’s not parsley.” “It’s green, isn’t it?” he slurred, stirring with a wand. Laughter erupted from the living room. Hermione kissed his cheek. “You’re lucky you're cute.” He smirked. “And drunk. Don’t forget drunk.” They burned the roast, but no one cared.

He has a dagger. Of course he does. “It’s always death with you,” Hermione whispers. Draco’s laugh is brittle. “And love. Don’t forget that.” She steps closer, hand over his. “I’d rather live for you than die without you.” The blade clatters to the floor.

"Revive us, then," she said softly. Draco hesitated, fingers brushing hers. “I broke us.” Hermione smiled, eyes wet. “And I still came back.” He kissed her knuckles like a vow. “Then let’s try again—no curses, no pride. Just us.” “Just us,” she whispered, and meant it.

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“I tried to tell you,” Astoria said, smug. Daphne sipped her tea, glaring. “No one actually thought Nott and Parkinson were sneaking off to shag in the Potions closet.” Astoria raised a brow. “Then why did he come back with glitter on his neck?” “…Fair point.”

Draco's grip on her hand tightened as the plane rumbled down the runway. Hermione leaned closer, whispering, “You’ve flown a hippogriff, remember?” “Yes,” he muttered, pale, “but the hippogriff didn’t trap me in a tin can with Muggles at 30,000 feet.”

Bound by Mischief Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Thor/Daphne Greengrass Word Count: 955 Summary: One sip, and Daphne is accidentally married to Thor. Now with Loki smirking in the background, she has until sunrise to undo the bond or admit she might not want to. Link: archiveofourown.org/works/64935472

When the Floo went out, Hermione dragged him to the Muggle Underground. Draco clutched the pole like it might vanish. "People are breathing on me," he muttered so only she could hear. Hermione just smiled, tugged his hand, and kissed his knuckles. "Bravery isn't always about battlefields, Malfoy."

Hermione meant to send the photo to Millie. Truly. But when “Malfoy, D.” lit up with a reply— “Interesting tactic, Granger. Effective.” —she didn’t correct him. Later that night, her door creaked open. “Accidental, was it?” Draco drawled, removing his tie. “Obviously.” Hermione smirked.

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“What would you do?” Ginny asked. Luna tilted her head, braiding daisies. “Go. Home is a heartbeat, not a house.” “But what if I miss everyone?” “You will. But you’ll find new pieces of you, too.” Ginny smiled and said, “Then I’m going.” Luna tucked a daisy behind her ear. “I knew you would.”

“Blueberry or raspberry?” Draco asked, holding up the pastry box. “Both.” Hermione grinned, bare feet tucked under her. Paris stretched golden behind him. The box rested between them, half-eaten. “So?” he asked, voice soft. “London or here?” She met his gaze. “Wherever you are.” “Paris it is.”

Quiet Rated: Teen & Up Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Word Count: 871 Summary: Torn between a long-held dream and the love she already has, Hermione grapples with the quiet ache of indecision when a life-changing opportunity arrives. Ao3 Link: archiveofourown.org/works/64906219