// past dramione , implied/referenced obliviation , convulsions , death He could sense her fading away before spotting her on the same park bench from all those days ago where Lyra had spotted her. Draco dug through the rope that had once connected them, feeling through his soul until he found it

#dramione TW: angst, death, blood He was lying in the pool of blood. His face disfigured almost beyond recognition... Only if you knew what to look for, the patches of blond between the crimson strands. Voldemort was not dealing with traitors. Hermione found him in the rubble of Malfoy Manor.

Prompt 450 ║ Fade away #dramione

Prompt 449 ║ Take responsibility #dramione

DHr drabble :) It started with the occasional whisper in the halls where he felt words carried on the wind before settling into her bones. Though she learned to ignore what people said long ago, this time felt different. This time felt wrong. "...caught her sneaking out of the common room..."

Prompt 448 ║ Faithless #dramione

✨ #dramione ✨ TW: angsty but hopeful ? “I hate you, Granger.” It stung. After all these years, it still stung. Not because she wasn’t used to being his enemy — Merlin knew she had weathered far worse from him — but because they weren’t enemies anymore.

‪Prompt 447 ║ Is that what you think? #dramione

Draco hissed in pain. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰." Harry warned. "I barely touched him! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 must've hurt his back in training." "We didn't train. He had a meeting with-" Hermione walked in to stares, except from Draco who hid in his tea. "𝘖𝘩." "Come back! You must tell me 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!" Theo called out after her.

Prompt 446 ║ Be patient #dramione

Prompt 445 ║ Come back #dramione

Prompt 444 ║ I won't tell #dramione

#dramione ✨ In his twenty-nine years of life, Draco Malfoy had never met anyone more stressful than Hermione Granger. And that's despite having had a father obsessed with perfection, a Dark Lord as his boss and a colleague like Ronald Weasley,

Dramione Sometimes it’s loud, like the pounding in your ears after you learn something that you can never unlearn. It roars across your senses, all consuming, and you can’t see anything else.

Prompt 443 ║ Betrayal #dramione

Prompt 442 ║ Not for me #dramione

Prompt 441 ║ Stressful #dramione

Another Thursday, another tedious budget meeting. Draco's quill scratched mindlessly across parchment as Pemberton droned about quarterly projections. His attention drifted until Nott's voice cut through the monotony.

Prompt 440 ║ Tears #dramione

also on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/70210236 Hermione was thankful for the sturdiness charms as her back slammed into the back of the bookcase. She only released her breath when the steps percussioned to the next wing, a soft questioning of her name in Ron’s tilted way. “You’re hiding.”

He stumbled out of her fireplace. Today's paper in hand. He never stumbles. "Will he make you the happiest witch in the world?" "Draco." "I just want to make sure you're happy." "Draco, read that again." "𝘖𝘩‐ I thought it said 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥." "I told you to use protective masks in the lab."

“Oh—Malfoy!” Hermione’s voice carried from inside the office, sharp and breathless. Her secretary flinched, waved a quick silencing charm, and quickly ushered the visitor away. “I’m afraid you’ll have to return later. Minister Granger-Malfoy is otherwise… engaged.” #dramione

Prompt 439 ║ Engaged #dramione

She came down in time to catch Ron's rant. "-But I hate this old rickety house! —Mione!" Ron exclaimed, "I'm sorry but I'm not staying. All that wailing and moaning at night— must be ghosts!" "Right. 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴." Draco muttered. Her cheeks burned when she caught him smirking at her behind his teacup.

Prompt 438 ║ Ghosts #dramione

He found her by their bedroom mirror wearing his old jersey. Only his jersey. "My my, Minister, the mental images and memories I could use against you." "I could say the same thing, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 Malfoy." He laughed before turning them towards her reflection. "Wow. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 my wife? Gods."

Hermione answered questions with calm authority, her every word sharp and decisive, clearly ready to be Minister for Magic. Draco stood at the edge of the stage, pride written across his face. A reporter leaned in, impressed. Draco smiled, voice low but certain: “That’s my wife.” #dramione

‪Prompt 437 ║ That's my wife #dramione

Prompt 436 ║ Dog days of summer #dramione

"Shall I give you and your book some privacy? We could've just rescheduled." "Sorry Gin! 'Be right with you!" As the she left the room. "So 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 where you're reading my messages from." Hermione clutched her transfigured "book" to her chest with a gasp. "𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰!" She hissed, "She'll hear you!"

#dramione They met where shadows devoured light, where privacy was a fragile sanctuary. Hermione’s voice fell like a secret: “No one can know.” Draco’s gaze stayed cold, but when his mouth found hers, it scorched. His arms wrapped around her, shielding them from a world that refused to understand.

Prompt 435 ║ Privacy #dramione

Prompt 434 ║ Tight #dramione

Draco hovered just outside the room, breath caught. “Honestly, Harry,” Hermione was saying into the floo, exasperated but clear. “I can’t take another person telling me to stay away from him.” Harry’s reply was too quiet to hear. But hers wasn’t: “I love him.” Heart leaping, Draco stepped in.

‪Prompt 433 ║ Another person #dramione

“You know,” Draco drawled, wrists tugging against the ropes, “when I suggested bondage, I imagined you in this position.” Hermione's lips brushed his jaw, her breath teasing his ear. “Then perhaps,” she whispered, fingers trailing his chest, “you shouldn’t have left it so open to interpretation.”

Prompt 432 ║ Open to interpretation #dramione

“You think this is who I am?” Draco asked, voice tight. Hermione met his gaze. “No. I think it’s who you were told to be.” “And who do you think I was born to be?” She hesitated, then said, “Someone better.” The silence stretched. Then, almost a whisper: “You make me want to be.”

"Draco." "He will never get the chance to harm you –– 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳." "Draco, enough..." "Not while I am living." "Draco, that's enough. Stop. Do it for 𝘮𝘦." The crack in her voice broke his trance. He levitated the heavy armoire away from his father's chest.

‪Prompt 431 ║ Born to be #dramione

Prompt 430 ║ Do it for me #dramione

Just a turn and he could've reached the study, if not only for the wand against his throat. Lightning struck, and her unrelenting eyes made her unrecognizable. "M-Mione?" "My apologies," He turned sharply towards the voice. "But my wife and I never make light of trespassing in our home."

Prompt 429 ║ My apologies #dramione

cw:// strangulation She had turned purple, her bloodshot eyes wide before Theo's spell sliced through the heavy tendrils. She couldn't inhale, still feeling the hold but she summoned all she could muster to shout, "-𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰!" Then magic, as if roused from a deep sleep, struck down in a heavy crack.

Prompt 428 ║ Beg #dramione

‪Prompt 427 ║ Deep sleep #dramione

Prompt 426 ║ Tell the truth #dramione

‪ Prompt 424 ║ Where will you go? #dramione

#dramione The first time Draco heard Hermione laugh, he knew he wanted to steal all future smiles for himself. She’d given a deep belly chuckle, tears streaming down her face, at something the Weasel and Potter said, which couldn’t have possibly been that funny.

Prompt 424 ║ Free #dramione