#wipwednesday 🧘‍♂️

will I ever see a bleach blonde man and be normal about it? survey says NO

#DHr "LAUGHINGSTOCK SPOTTED ON MALFOY’S DOCK!" Hermione Granger, who'd been Minister for all of twelve hours before the Wizengamot ousted her in the wake of sweeping reform plans, slapped the paper onto the breakfast table. “I’m going to kill her,” she said, drawing her wand.

#DHr Draco had never been one to fumble a secret, and his entanglement with Granger was no exception. Or at least, it hadn’t been. That was before Viktor Krum sent the entire stadium swooning with a mid-air wink in her direction. Now Draco wanted the whole bloody world to know.

snippet from my eternal WIP #dhrwipwednesday

#DHr Taxi horns blared as a man barreled onto the pavement, crashing into Hermione and sloshing her coffee. Maybe it was the fact she’d spent her last tenner on it, or her bias against men with platinum blond hair, but she snapped. “Watch where you’re fucking going!”

#DHr “Technically, our first date started with her on the arm of another man.” Hermione rolled her eyes. “He was on a date with another woman, might I add.” “Scandaleux!” said the woman sitting at the next table, “What happened?”

gahhhh, I may need to just admit that writing long fics is not for me... because why do ficlet prompts make me write more in one sitting than weeks of poking at my WIP 🥲

#DHr Hermione’s foot caught on the uneven cobblestones. She flailed, catching Draco’s nose with her elbow. “Oh, god—sorry!” she gasped, already fishing for a handkerchief. “Hold still, you’re bleeding.” He looked dazed. “That’s the first time you’ve ever apologized to me.”

#DHr, nsfw “I cannot believe we are beginning our first vacation together in a Muggle death trap,” Draco muttered, knocking back his whiskey. “And being served the very petrol that fuels said death trap.” Hermione kept reading her book. “You’re so dramatic when you’re scared.”

I've been so silent here but I promise I'm cooking!!!! We hereby conduct this post mortem.... #DHr

#Ginmione get handsy on the dancefloor, nsfw Ginny grabbed Hermione’s hand and twirled her like they were teenagers at the Yule Ball again. Their husbands were at the bar, lost in Quidditch stats. Hermione wasn’t thinking about them, though. She was thinking about how good it felt to let go.

“Do you want to be alone?” Ginny dipped the flannel into the sudsy bath water. Hermione was grateful for the attention and care her friend was affording her, but she couldn’t find her voice to say as much. She’d been wordless for hours. It was selfish, and weak, and she hated herself for it, +

Punching fascists is a Hermione Granger approved pass time 🫡 #dramione #dhrart

editing a little trailer for my WIP >>>>>> actually writing my WIP

The introduction of my chaotic king Theo Nott for #wipwednesday

#dramione future nottpott, 500 words of longing in the dark Hermione can't sleep, nerves buzzing with the knowledge that /he's/ here, perhaps just the next room over, maybe down to his pants, given it's 1 am and none of her guests tonight had come with the intention of staying overnight.

#Dramione #Drabble "Brr, it's so cold." Hermione said rubbing her arms. "I told you to bring a better coat..." Draco looked around but there were too many muggles to cast a warming charm. She pouted. "No." He said trying not to look in her eyes. "Please."

#DHr #Dramione, minister of magic + her cheeky assistant “Oi! Granger!” When she blinked awake, it was Malfoy’s crotch that greeted her. She groaned, slinging an arm over her face. “This is not what I meant when I asked you for a morning briefing, Malfoy."

Draco fell on his shoulder with a hard thud, wincing as he watched the decrepit Nimbus roll away from his outstretched hand. From a distance, he could make out Granger’s shrill voice scolding the sod that hit him off his broom. “You’re a right todger, Ron Weasley!” Draco concurred, nodding.

specimen 👁️🫙🪳 #dramione #hp #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger

Had to write a little drabble to christen these blue skies. Hello, friends!!!

#DHr #Dramione Hermione shot a burst of light down the tunnel, briefly illuminating the rats scurrying along the floor. Her six-foot, steel-eyed partner, squealed and hid behind her like a frightened child. “Really?” she muttered, just as a spider the size of a chocolate frog descended from above.