RUMI

Artist, Graphic designer, illustrator and sometimes a writer. AO3 | FFN

[jooyeonjooyeoff]

Why fall for the light when the darkness is so much more alluring

Demon Xdinary Heroes! A collaboration series with @darumirg!

They did the inverse in traditional art, seraphims versus sins

[enselius]

Tents, timeturners and broken hearts 💔

[darumirg]

“Give me a kiss, Granger.”

[kay-i]

Art © Me

Sephiroth © Square Co Ltd.

[skiitter]

@simplifiedemotions commissioned @avendell to make me a piece for A Darker Blue and anyway it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. iuoshsfiul;hgid look at it. i’m crying. gonna hang it above my mantle.

[darumirg]

“Malfoy, sorry I ate your apple tart.”

“Sod off.”

[yingxtkm]

Older doodle + partially revamped and cleaned up of my modern AU FFVII. They’re all sleep deprived college students and clueless high schoolers. Also Seph wears glasses and ties his hair up in a ponytail because I said so 🔪

[heyjude19-writing]

Hi! Love your work so much! Do you have any recommendations of stories similar to Remain Nameless?

Remain nameless is literally my favorite fanfic and I need more 😭💗

well thank you! hopefully you havent read some of these, but i think they have similar *vibes* to RN.

Some multichapters: Beginning & End by @mightbewriting Somewhere Down the Line by @niffizzle Apple Pies and Other Amends by toeatapeach Waifs and Strays by @kyonomiko Some one-shots: commit this to memory by @skiitter The Healer's Guide to Transfiguration by @malpal132 The Secret that We Know by @grangerdangerfics

ok one more. and NO ONE CAN STOP ME, NOT ONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME FROM RECOMMENDING TIN ANGEL ONCE AGAIN, GET OVER IT. It's an unfinished fic on FFN anon, and i think you'd enjoy it and yes it does in fact end in a narratively satisfying place, you're welcome in advance 😂😊

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Draco and Hermione under the mistletoe 🌱🎄

[simplifiedemotions]

Pretend To Be My Date

Draco wasn’t sure if he’d heard Granger correctly. Words made up of letters—of verbs and dangling prepositions, simple in their use and yet—and yet, Draco couldn’t make sense of them amidst the maelstrom of emotional debris they caused.

He pretended to fiddle with the tinsel in his hands so he could gather his bearings, before wrapping it around the miniature tree in their shared office. Granger kept staring at him, waiting for an answer, but Draco suddenly found that he absolutely had to position the tinsel perfectly.

They’d fought like wild animals all month: Granger wanted things decorated a certain way, and though Draco didn’t care—was the veritable grouch in the office every year since he’d worked in the International Relations Department—he’d found joy in disagreeing with every suggestion Granger had, secretly covetous of the pink flush in her cheeks, and the widening of her dark brown eyes when she’d pointed an indignant finger at him.

Fingers snapping in front of him forced him to look up. 

“I said, can you pretend to be my date?” she repeated, frowning. “James from down the hall is inconveniently determined to take me to the Christmas eve party this evening, because apparently my refusal isn’t a good enough reason.” 

The answer should’ve been a yes. A resounding yes, but in truth, he didn’t understand why she chose him. He met her eyes. “Why me?”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Why not you?” She blushed when he smirked at her. “I mean—you’re perfectly adequate, and it’s not as if you actually like me, so it works out.”

He wondered how someone so brilliant could be so oblivious. Even Potter knew of Draco’s intentions towards Granger, and it was Potter… 

(I swear to you, Malfoy, I will cart you off to Azkaban myself if you hurt her).

Draco smiled at the memory. “Who said I don’t like you, Granger? You may be a curly-haired embodiment of a nightmare, unrelenting in your passion for menial work, and the Ministry’s swot eight years running but who’s counting, but—”

Granger reached forward and slapped her hands over his mouth.

“I will kill you,” she said, and the funny thing about Granger is that she really meant the things she said.

Draco’s heart sped up. The warmth of her small hands on him left him dizzy, as did the now intimate arrangement of their bodies. Her chest pressed up against his, her long hair tickling the bare skin of his forearms where his shirtsleeves were rolled up—

A bell chime sounded above their heads, and they both looked up to see mistletoe dangling above their heads, suspended in air and hanging from two silver bells.

Granger groaned, removing her hands, impressing her glare on the not-so-innocent mistletoe. “I swear Dean charmed these stupid mistletoes to activate around any two people who so much as take a step in the same direction.” Draco was surprised her glare didn’t light the poor plant on fire. “I am not amused.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Draco said with a wry smile. “I thought Katie and Hannah’s kiss last week was rather cute.”

She rounded on him. Draco followed her gaze as she rubbed her temples in irritation. “Well, we’re not Katie and Hannah, are we?”

“We’re also not Lavender and Weasley either,” he said in a quieter whisper, placing a light hand on her hip.

She shivered.

“Afraid, are you? I’m only now realising that you’ve been avoiding being close to me.” It was a soft accusation, meant to draw her closer.

She sputtered, eyes widening, before sharpening her gaze and glowering at him again. “I am not!” This was accompanied by a stomp of her foot.

“Prove it.” He swept light fingers over her waist to bring her to his chest, unable to look away from her, wanting to devour her—to be devoured by her. 

“I don’t have to prove—” 

“Such a coward so near Christmas eve, Granger—”

A kiss, marked by hands gripping the front of his shirt, the press of her body to his—a moment’s hesitation because though he courted her fury, he still froze because Granger was kissing him. THE Hermione Granger, the swot that he’d had an inexplicable yearning for ever since he started working in this derelict office—

—and then he was lifting her onto his desk, moving aside any frivolous items with a sweep of his hand. He opened his eyes briefly and saw sparkles raining down around them. The mistletoe seemed to have been… exploding? 

Granger’s legs wrapped around him, clenching, pulling him towards her—

He forgot about everything else around him.

A loud pop! startled them some minutes (hours?) later. Granger flung herself away from him in a perfect imitation of a frightened cat. They looked up to see that the mistletoe had enlarged itself before exploding when they weren’t looking. 

“I didn’t know it could do that,” Granger said in wonder. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes somehow even wider, as if she couldn’t believe what they’d just done.

Familiar with the obsessive rabbit holes she went down when she wanted to find logic in something, Draco decided to be proactive and show her what they were—what they could be.

“I suspect we had a lot of—” he gestured between them, where Granger was still clinging to him and Draco’s arms were wrapped possessively around her waist “—tension to let out.”

He had to resist the urge to kiss her again when she bit her bottom lip.  

“Granger?”

She met his gaze, lips thinned and eyes wide. Nervous.

“I won’t pretend to be your date for the office party.”

Her face wilted. 

He brought her closer when she started to move away, cupping her jaw, lifting her face to meet his. 

“But I will be your real one, if you’ll have me.”

She smiled at him. Tipped her chin up and kissed him, smiled again against his mouth, and Draco thought—just maybe—that Christmas might not be so bad after all. 

[simplifiedemotions]

Malfoy’s Damnable Hands

for @sumbul. 

Hermione hates Draco Malfoy’s hands.

She has every right to hate them. She’s even made a list of reasons (for posterity, of course) to hand off as proof of her accusations. 

Below is the unabridged version:

Eighth year: they were potions’ partners. Heated cheeks and erratic heartbeats accompany stifling heat, and because Hermione has pearl dust all over her fingers, Malfoy picks up her curls and awkwardly moves them to one side so she doesn’t burn it off over the heat of their cauldron.

Every nerve ending tickles as he draws closer, set to burst when the touch of his long fingers graze the back of her neck.

“You’re going to set your hair on fire, Granger,” he admonishes.

She burns in more than one way. “At least you will be in the direct vicinity,” she says primly.

She hears his smile when he speaks. “I’m looking forward to it.”

                                          —

One year later: he’d gone off to France with his mother almost immediately after finishing at Hogwarts, and she’d found out through the Daily Prophet.

If she was upset that he hadn’t told her, she didn’t show it. And when he showed up at the Leaky Cauldron one Friday whilst she was there with Luna and Ginny, she pretended her heart didn’t skip a mutinous beat.

Thump, thump, thump. 

“Hey, Granger,” he says to her, when they meet in the hallway to the loo. 

Tu-tum, tu-tump.

“Hey yourself.” She hopes ‌her blush isn’t as visible as it feels. When she looks up at him, his gaze is avid, trained on her as if memorising every minuscule detail. 

Her tag is hanging out from the back of her blouse, and he reaches forwards with tapered fingers to tuck it back in.

She shivers under his touch, which hovers at her heated neck for a moment more than necessary. A suggestion of a touch. Her spine welcomes the tingle that tracks its way down her spine. 

His smile is melting ice, and she fights not to step closer to him. 

“I should’ve written—”

“Who said I was waiting?” she interrupts, crossing her arms and pretending she doesn’t care (she did she does she hopes it’s not obvious).

“Forgive me,” he says.

Hermione pretends to consider, making a show of huffing as she leans against one wall. He looks—happier, lighter than she’s ever seen him before. “Oh, alright,” she concedes, giving him a small smile. 

“No,” he says, shaking his head, and she realises the weight in his gaze is an apology meant to encompass years.

“Fancy a drink?” she asks, breathless. Her first mark of forgiveness. At his dubious look, she adds, “Ginny is pissed after trying some new lemony concoction at the front, and Luna smiled at you when you came in.” Hermione is tipsy enough herself, and so has the courage to step into his space and touch his arm. “Chances are you’ll at least survive one round.”

She relishes the way his throat bobs nervously. “Lead on, then.”

The next day, she finds out that Malfoy is to join her department at the Ministry. They are going to share a cubicle. She ignores the way he twirls a quill between his fingers, glaring at him when he gives her an appraising look. 

She is perfunctory with him. She shows him the ropes, and he nods dutifully. When he shakes her hand in thanks, she clears her throat and returns it briskly.

A few months later (evidence shows that she held out as best she could), she has him backed into the shelf of some random supply closet. His damnable hands burn fire across her hips and waist whilst she ravages his mouth.

“I wondered how long it would take, Granger.”

She kisses him harder. “Shut up.” 

She is overwhelmed, liable to combust, really, at the way his hands press into the small of her back. He smooths his thumb over her cheekbone when they’re catching their breath, and she’s startled by the almost adoring look that paints his gaze. Before she can have more time to think about it, he’s lifting her up on a table strewn with linens. 

“This is as good of a height as any,” he says, his tone mischievous.

Her brows furrow. “For what?”

His damnable grin (it’s a bit crooked and it will take her five more years to admit it’s her favourite part of his face) spreads wide, and then he taps the inside of her knee with his thumb.

For permission.

She opens her trembling thighs to him. His hands mark their way up her skin with reverence.

More.

Please.

Malfoy.

Say my name. His voice is an ache-filled whisper.

Draco.

                                              —

Now:

“So you’ve made a list of reasons about how my hands are evil and you’ve called it damnable hands.” Draco looks up at Hermione over her notes (the abridged version) with a pointed look, his brow raised.

“Yes,” Hermione says most seriously. “All of which is to tell you that you’ve gone too far.”

He walks over to her desk and plants his hands on either side of her desk. It’s still too close, as far as she’s aware. He’s wearing a fine-tailored suit in charcoal grey that accentuates his eyes, of which she is hard-pressed to meet fully. 

“And pray tell, what have I gone too far about this time?”

Hermione huffs and stands from her chair, ignoring the flush in her cheeks that warms her skin. She moves to his side and gestures to the thin silver chain adorned by a sapphire that rests on her breastbone. “This necklace.”

He frowns. It’s not adorable. “Did you not like it?”

“I did, but—”

“I could exchange it for something better if you’d like—”

“No!” She blushes, then glares at his smirk. “It’s the way you put it on.”

“How did I—” He grins at her, seeming to realise what she means. Damnable man. Seven years they’ve been working together, and he’s seemed to memorise all her tells. “Are you so licentious, Granger, that even an innocent gesture such as putting a necklace on you is obscene?”

She scoffs. Thankfully, she’s had the same amount of ‌time to memorise all there is to him. “Nothing is quite so innocent where you’re involved.” 

“So if I…” He reaches for her, tracing his fingers over the thin skin of her neck, then palming her throat. She inhales a breath, but it does no good. “I can feel your pulse.”

“Well, you could potentially choke me like this. Of course my heart rate will rise.”

“Or it’s a kink of yours?”

“Thank you, but no thank you.”

Her heart flutters when he swipes his thumb over the curve of her jaw.

“I shall endeavour to only touch you gently then.”

She lets out a heavy sigh, as if incredibly inconvenienced. He smiles at her. “You better.”

Hands move to cup her face, his mouth (she makes a note to make a list of how she hates that part of him as well) presses against hers. 

“I’ve an idea that involves both of our hands. Should you be amenable,” he whispers against her mouth. 

She tugs at his hair and pulls him closer. Her hands feel as flimsy as paper. “And what’s that?”

He smiles. “I’ll tell you tonight.”

“Malfoy—”

                                          —

Hermione hates Draco Malfoy’s hands.

Exception: they’re at a dinner party, and his hand travels to hers under the table. She feels the press of his wedding ring against her palm, and smiles.

also on ao3. 

[nadiapolyakova]

Seeker of the Slytherin Team

[puredramione]

Links for the Dramione classics you know of? From the bingo board you posted?

Happy Reading Anon, I’m sorry it took a little while to get this list together. Please mind all tags!

Isolation by bexchan - He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!"

Silencio by - One late night, hate turns to lust.

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach - It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

The Politician’s Wife by pir8fancier - This story is set twenty-three years after the fall of Voldemort. Our main characters are Ministry employees, middle-aged, and the majority of them not very happy.

The Fool, the Emperor, and the Hanged Man by ianthewaiting - Ten years after the fall of the Dark Lord, Hermione Granger leads of life of self-imposed obscurity, that is, until the day Headmistress Minerva McGonagall is murdered and a certain 'hero' is responsible.

Clean by olivieblake - Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising."

Marked by olivieblake - Two dead. Three missing. The Order is down a leader and another innocent takes the Mark. Where is the Chosen One, and who killed Draco Malfoy?

The Bracelet by AkashaTheKitty - Hermione has everything she could possibly want... Except a life. People are getting sick of her superior attitude, especially Draco Malfoy, who schemes to get her down, once and for all. And then there's the thing with The Bracelet...

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone - That one-night stand with Draco Malfoy was a mistake. Hermione doesn't make mistakes, or at least she isn't supposed to. She's working hard at her Ministry career, however frustrating and pointless her job may be, and she's also got to live up to everyone's expectations as Hogwarts's most famous Muggle-born and a top-tier War Hero. So, why is she still sleeping with Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and infamous pureblood? And why isn't she certain that she wants to stop?

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie - Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

Of Crimson Joy by LittleRobbin - "Life isn't always black and white, Granger. There are just shades of grey," Hermione learns about the price of forgiveness and trust when Draco Malfoy joins the Order, three years in to the war.

The Dragon’s Bride by rizzlewrites - Following their Hogwarts Graduation party, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy wake up in a motel, naked, hungover and tattooed. They also happen to be married. Now all they have to do is undo a binding marriage spell, tell Lucius, survive Snape, and avoid a crazed killer that seems to be targeting them. This is the 20th anniversary special edition of 'The Dragon's Bride'.

The Green Girl by Colubrina - Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends?

Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes - Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham - Hermione is the one who finds Draco weeping in the bathroom. He flees. She chases him into the Room of Requirement, and the room forces them to face their greatest fears together in order to find the door.

The Fallout by everythursday - Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.

Parade Of The Sun* by everythursday - Floralis Fati is a plant with the power to control time, hidden in the wild, and protected by a magic that strips people of their own while seeking to kill them. Hermione wants it to save the world. Draco wants it to save himself. Sometimes what we want can destroy us - and sometimes it can build us new again.

We Learned The Sea by floorcoaster - Draco Malfoy turns himself in after a very successful career as a Death Eater, then enlists Harry and Hermione to help him in a scheme to bring down the Dark Lord. A story of forgiveness.

Turncoat by elizaye - Switching sides. "I have only one condition, and I trust it won't be hard for you to meet. I want Granger."

Lady Malfoy by 99cherries - "Miss Granger, you are in grave danger," he said slowly. "But the Ministry can offer you a safe place." "Where is this place?" Hermione said shakily. The man took a deep breath and looked into those brown eyes. "What do you know of Malfoy Manor?"

Simply Irresistible by bookworm1993 - Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible."

Broken by inadaze22 - Draco felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him. While that disturbed him to no end, what really disgusted him was the fact that something had broken Hermione Granger’s spirit beyond recognition.

Hunted by bex-chan - Forced to work together when their old schoolmates start dying, Hermione & Draco must overcome their differences to solve the mysterious deaths. The tension in the office is getting rather...heated.

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe - Draco loves his son more than anything in the world. So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina - Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. They have plans and they'll get power, but the cost of victory may be higher than they expected and more than they can bear.

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae - The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.”

*everythursday works I read in this file. The Fallout is available on AO3. She wrote Parade of the Sun and The Fallout, as well as many other greats! My personal favourite is A Kingdom Beside The Sea. There isn’t a day I don’t mourn the lose of Hawthorn & Vine 💔

Bingo board post.

[darumirg]

“You’ve been a good boy, Malfoy.”

“Always, Granger.”

[ivmaruva]

Day 45

They’re in love 💘. Just fluff nuthin’ else.

[notyorqia]

11:11

[enselius]

Very drunk Ministry coworkers, before the Christmas Holidays.