Draco: You came. Hermione: Yeah... What? No insults tonight? Draco: No... You actually look very... Nice. Hermione: Oh... Well. Thank you. So do you. Draco: ... Thank you. Theo: (thinking) I'm going to wear a grey suit to their wedding; it will bring out my eyes.

/ death He doubts. Just for a second. Draco doubts. That's the moment Hermione remembers the most. The little tilt of his head. How his steps falter. A deep breath. He's going into an ambush. Planned by her. Draco is heading towards his death. But he doubts. Does he know something is wrong?

"Why haven't we slept together yet?" Draco asks her, as they drink to celebrate another win at court. The question sits heavily between them, and he watches avidly for any cracks in her armor, any signs of shock. He's disappointed. "Well," Hermione ponders, swirling the tequila in its glass.

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"You're my girl! Love, you will always be my girl!" Hermione sighs as Humphrey Bogart declares his love on the screen, and Draco rolls his eyes. "Really?" He whispers to her. "If I'm going on a fake date with you, Malfoy, I'm at least going to enjoy myself." She whispers back.

She's so good at that. Pretending Draco doesn't exist. After the first time they slept together, he really tried to follow her lead; wear his indifference as a shield. But he would never best her, what was he thinking? She's the fucking champ at making him feel like nothing.

"Sulking?" Draco snorts but doesn't turn when Hermione walks out onto the balcony. "Stop ignoring me. I can't keep waiting for you to tell me what's wrong." At that, he finally looks at her. "Funny. I can't keep waiting for you to finally realize you're in love with me."

"We meet again." Draco smirks. "Are you prepared to be destroyed?" Hermione laughs. "You really think you can trifle with me? Apparently you haven't met her..." "AMBUSH!" Rosie yells, running into the room and hitting her dad with a cushion. All's fair in war and pillows.

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"Of course, she always gets the spotlight, doesn't she?" Whispers a voice to Draco's side, as people clap for Hermione. A year ago he would've agreed. Now? "Well, she does make being a war hero look good," He drawls sarcastically, and the man who spoke goes red and walks away.

Draco finds Hermione crying on their couch. "Darling, what's wrong?" He asks, sitting beside her and rubbing her shoulders. "Nothing. It's stupid." She sobs. "Hey," he frowns. "It's not. Remember when you made me feel better when I was sad because I can't grow a beard?"

"Did you see what Granger was wearing?" Pansy asks Draco as soon as he gets to the office. "What, the blue dress? It's nice, although I do prefer the green one, it suits her better." "What?" "What?" "I meant the pin she had on her dress," she says, giving him a funny look.

"Why can't we stay like this forever?" Draco pleads. "I can't." Hermione cries. "I'm so sorry." "Don't let her leave," an older Draco says, as he watches them. "Stop her, you idiot." But as always, the pensieve ignores his pleas, and she walks out of his life all over again.

"Agh, look at him charming her," Draco grumbles, looking down at the young couple in the garden. "He's going to break her heart." He turns to find Hermione staring at him from their bed, utterly unimpressed. "Don't look at me like that." He says. "I wasn't half as bad."

"You are not going." Draco says. "You can't tell me what to do!" Hermione yells. "Besides, it's already paid for." "So you want to go on a trip with Weasley?" "No! But... Maybe we can go as friends." "Theo, has a man ever travelled with an ex 'as friends'?" "Never in the history of everdom."

Heyyy, Vas :) Here is something I wrote some time ago archiveofourown.org/works/62151952

It’s a WIP but here’s mine 👉🏾👈🏾 archiveofourown.org/works/481550...

archiveofourown.org/works/63628027 After a writing slump of anything worthy to be published in Ao3, a little Dramione for a fest🥹

Hiiii! This is a WIP I’m currently working on 🤧💗 Among Enemies and Old Rivalries archiveofourown.org/works/587450...

#dramione domestic fluff Draco wasn't sure if he'll ever be used to coming home to his family. It was quiet when he entered through the Floo, save for the soft tinkling of a lullaby coming from the sitting room.

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"Why are you staring at Granger?" Theo asks, suddenly materializing next to Draco and scaring the shit out of him. "I'm not! I was staring at Longbottom. Wait. That's worse. Fine, I was staring at her." Theo hums. "She's cute." Draco's head turns so violently towards him, his neck cracks.

Draco stares at the enormous chandelier in the middle of the room and wonders how many people it would kill if it fell. It's one of his favorite pastimes during these fundraisers, next to doing lines with Theo in the bathroom. Speaking of... "Look who's back," his friend

"Why are you going on this date again?" Draco asks, lying on her bed. "Because I like him." Hermione replies. "Yeah, but /why/?" "Why are you here? I'm not doing your summer reading again." "Oh, I read it," Draco scoffs. "Can you believe she was the bell jar all along?"

You could hear the screaming from outside the door. "I will not stand for this, I will rise up and beyond!" "Uh," Hermione bit her lip in worry. "Is that normal?" "Sure," Mr. Nott said. "He gets like this sometimes." She could only imagine what kind of terrible event would

"So you're Hermione Nott, right?" Draco asks, leaning back against the chair in a pose that looks way too practiced to be entirely casual. "I am." Hermione says, smiling. "And you think I'm interested in joining your club?" "Well, if you aren't, then why are you in my office?"

Hermione stares at the Quidditch players from the luxury box. "Window shopping?" Pansy asks, raising an eyebrow. Hermione smirks. "Something like that." She tilts her head. "Who is the blond one?" "Oh, that's Malfoy," her friend replies slyly. "The club's new purchase."

"Fuck," Draco groans as Hermione bites his neck. "Quiet," she whispers, letting her hand drift lower down his body."Do you want to get caught?" They're hiding in one of the hundreds of unused rooms in the palace, because that's what they do now: secret sex. Secret married sex.

5 defining moments in Draco's relationship with Hermione 1. The first time they met "Okay, listen up!" Draco yells, storming into the office with an empty plastic conteiner. "This is MY lunch. You can see by the superior quality of the tupperware that it belongs to ME. So if I

"Why am I here again?" Draco asks. Theo sighs. "Because you haven't got laid in months and I need to get over my ex, therefore, speed dating." "What happened to regular dating?" "This is quicker." "Ah." A small bell rings and Draco's personal hell begins.

Draco is just curious, okay? Has been curious since he met her at a party five years after they graduated school and caught her staring at him. "Can I help you, Granger?"He'd asked, smirking. But she'd just looked at him up and down and replied, bored: "No, I don't think so."

He swirls the whisky in its glass. Draco comes to her whenever he's in need of something brown and expensive. "Mr. Malfoy," she greets calmly. "What brings you here today?" She doesn't even mention the late hour or the gun in his hand. Always the professional, Dr. Granger.

Three times Draco and Hermione are interrupted and one time they're not. - 1. "Do you have a..." Hermione pants in his ear. "Yeah," Draco replies, searching for the wrapper in his pocket. Outside the door, a loud noise. "Fuck!" Theo yells. "Draco, I fell!"

Hermione laughs with Viktor, happy that they could remain friends after everything. She sees a blond head approaching and smiles. "Oh, and this is my—" But Draco kisses her deeply before she can finish. "Draco Malfoy," he smiles after tearing away from her. "It's a pleasure."

Hermione tells Ron about Draco. He doesn't take it well. "And I don't want Rosie calling him daddy or something," Ron warns, wagging his finger. "Of course not, Weasley," Draco drawls. "Only Hermione calls me that." "Draco! You're not helping." "I'm not trying to." He shrugs.

"Hermione Granger, I'm being bossed around by Hermione Granger. And I'm mildly enjoying it." Hermione turns back around before he can see her blush. 'You're a grown woman, get it together,' she reprimands herself. Damn Malfoy and his long standing hotness.

After Hermione's wedding, after staying quiet when the priest said 'speak now or forever hold your peace', Draco's out of common sense. So he goes back to the Manor. And takes one of his father's old books. And does something no one should ever be allowed to do.

Hermione spends the whole night examining Draco's words in search of an insult, so by the time they arrive at the palace she's exhausted. "So tonight was good," Draco says carefully, for some reason following her to her room. "I'm tired," she murmurs. "Okay. Let's go to bed."

"Your wife seems surlier than usual." Theo comments. "Yeah," Draco sighs. "I told her I didn't hate her." "To her face?" "You don't get it. Our relationship is based on our mutual hate, and now that I /don't/, she doesn't know what to do with me. It's a whole hate thing."

Hermione stares at Draco while he speaks. 'Why did you kiss me?', she wants to ask. 'Out of pity? Because you felt bad for me? Is it going to happen again?' "Hello?" Draco frowns. "Are you even listening to me?" (Why did you kiss me?) "Are you still talking?" She asks boredly

One day, the whispers become unbearable: 'I've heard the King only sleeps with her once a month.' 'Can you blame him?' 'I feel so bad for him. I heard his mother forced him to marry her.' 'That makes sense! Otherwise, why would he choose her?' So Hermione thinks 'fuck it'

"You don't look terrible," Draco comments as they twirl across the ballroom. "You're such a romantic," Hermione replies. "Are we almost done here?" "You still have to dance with the ambassador." "Do I have to?" She whines. "He's been flirting with me all night." "... what?"

"Are you having an affair?" Hermione asks one morning. "Really, darling, before breakfast?" Draco replies boredly, turning a page of the newspaper. "You've been acting strange." She says, sitting opposite to him. "Very unlike you. Almost as if you're—" "Happy?" "Exactly."

"That was okay, I guess." Hermione pants, lying in bed. "Thanks. You were pretty okayish yourself," Draco replies sarcastically, next to her. She huffs. "What should we call it? If this time works." "Draco II." "Or...?" "Or we're having a girl, in which case I don't care."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm fucking miserable too." Draco whispers to her as they pose for their royal portrait. "That does make me feel better, actually." Hermione sighs. "Thank you." "And smile," the photographer says for the hundredth fucking time.

So maybe marrying into a monarchy in the year of our Lord 2023 wasn't the best idea. "I was promised a virgin." King Draco grumbles on their wedding night, staring at the ceiling. "Well, I was promised a man. Guess we are both disappointed." Hermione replies, turning her back

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Hermione Granger ends up arrested on a Saturday's night. She meets Draco Malfoy on the next cell. H: Hello? Hi, there! D: What? H: Hi! Excuse me, but I've never been arrested before, and I'm just wondering, is this how it usually goes? D: Usually, there's much less talking.