Dramione Month

A month-long celebration of a love across time and space

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Dramione Month 2025 Calendar!

We are so excited to present the #DramioneMonth Daily Prompt Calendar for September 2025!

Thank you to everyone who voted for these prompts! We cannot wait to see what the works you'll create this year!

Below is a note about the other amazing choices that were voted on this year.

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Day 30 - Free Day

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Day 29 - Free Day

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Day 28 - Free Day (Magical Objects)

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Day 27 - Amortentia

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Day 26 - The Maurader’s Map

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@dhrmonth prompt Black Family Tree. If you can't shag in front of your family tapestry, then who can you shag in front of?

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Day 25 - Time Turner

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We're back and catching up with submissions today! Thank you for understanding 💜🧡

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Day 24 - Pensieve

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Day 23 - Enchanted Coin

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Day 22 - Veritaserum

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Day 21 - Free Day ((Everything but) The Stars)

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20 - Mythology // psyche & eros

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The female death eater cackled gleefully before shoving Hemione to the floor.

"Your mudblood, Handler.", she told the masked figure in front of them.

Head bowed and hands tied behind her back, Hermione braced for the impact.

Large hands grabbed her middle before she hit the ground, then lowered her to a nearby chair. The death eater clucked her tongue, displeased by being deprived of entertainment, and stormed away.

When she was out of their sight, the masked death eater, the Handler, lowered himself in front of Hermione and gently cleaned her blood-streaked face with a clean handkerchief.

The gentleness caught Hermione off guard, and she slowly tilted her head to meet his eyes. The Handler quickly looked away, but she caught a glimpse of gray that seemed oddly...familiar.

She was escorted by an elf to an empty bedroom. A small feast, she noticed, was sprawled in a small table in front of a warm fireplace. She looked down to where the elf stood but the creature was already gone, and, to her confusion, so were her binds.

Hermione surveyed the room's contents - a large bed, a settee, two doors and a bookshelf. She ran her hands on the spines, finding some of her favorite titles. Her brow crinkled further.

The two other doors lead to a bath and the other a closet full of clean clothes. She ate the food and went to bed, weeks of restlessness finally catching up on her.

It was after she woke up the next day that she realized that, for the first time in months in the confines of the room, she had never felt more safe.

She got up, took a bath, ate the warm food that always replenished, read the books and went to bed. For days, every morning, the routine continued.

And every night, the Handler would visit her. He would sit opposite her, watching her read her books. He never spoke, despite her goading, and he never leaves even after she went to bed.

There was a time when he sat so near, Hermione unconsciously reached out to touch his mask. He caught her wrist before she could go any further and slowly turned his head from side to side.

Then he suddenly left. Hermione didn't attempt to do it again.

At near dawn, Hermione woke up from a fitful sleep. It was the first time in a long time. She was about to get up when she noticed him.

The Handler lay sprawled on the sofa, the mask hanging loosely on his face, revealing a patch of pale skin.

Embolden, Hermione slowly walked to him. She gingerly lowered herself to her knees in front of his sleeping face.

She had a suspicion who it was, but she needed to confirm it. No one else possessed the same intense grey eyes. It had to be him.

With some courage, Hermione removed the mask.

She swallowed her gasp and trembled violently. He was alive. Gods, he was alive! And he was helping her.

Tentatively, Hermione's right hand rose and hovered lightly above his sleeping face -tracing his eyes, his nose, the cupid bow of his lips.

Draco Malfoy stirred and, noticing his mask was off, quickly scrambled to his feet.

He heard her before he saw her.

Hermione looked up at him in wide, tearful eyes.

"Why?" she asked in a small voice.

His jaws clenched and his mouth set on a grim line. Anger and heartbreak... then resignation danced in his features.

His eyes softened and he sighed heavily. Draco took her chin between his fingers and searched her eyes.

"You know why."

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19 - Fate & Prophecy // 8th year // the red string of fate

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One afternoon while reading at the library, Hermione suddenly felt something coil around her finger. She observed it closely- it was a bright red string, intangible, ghost-like, and it went on and on and on.

Curious, she followed it, wondering if the one who possessed the other end was in the school grounds. Her wandering led her to the Owlery.

And there was only one person there.

From the back, she couldn't tell who it was. The black robes bellowed behind him, showing no hint of what House he belonged to. He was also tall, so tall. And his head was covered by a furred winter hat.

Hermione could hear her heart pound in her ears. She'd read about The Red String of Fate and she knew, without a doubt, that she was about to meet her soulmate.

Then he turned. He looked surprised to find her there.

"Granger.", he greeted with a curt nod.

Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. "M-malfoy."

Fate must be playing tricks on her, for how did it know that she was pining after Draco Malfoy for months?

She'd saw how he quietly redeemed himself through small but significant things- how he assisted Headmistress McGonagall in organizing the Slytherins, how he helped Neville in reviving the Greenhouse, but most of all, how she witnessed him apologize to Hagrid and everyone else he wronged, including her.

Hermione didn't notice she was staring at her finger, or Malfoy moving closer.

His voice was barely a whisper near her ear. "Do you finally see it?"

Hermione turned her head abruptly and met his eyes. He was so close that their breaths mingled. He looked down and took her hand in his, and her eyes widened at the other end of the red string attached to his ring finger.

Draco lifted her chin and let her meet his eyes again - searching, pleading. He moved, and her lips met his halfway.

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18 - Alchemy // forbidden magic // academic rivals

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Hermione drew the last rune and set to reciting the spell...

But nothing.

She moved to one of the books and flipped through the pages diligently, then stopped short when she found a curious page.

Hands and knees back on the floor, she erased a few symbols and redrew them.

"What are you doing?"

Hermione let out a frustrated growl.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.

"Just an experiment. Now, leave me alone, Malfoy.", she said without looking at him, trying -but failing- to concentrate on the transmutation circle.

When the drawings were done, Hermione looked back to find Malfoy rifling through her notes, mumbling incoherently.

"What are you-"

Malfoy raised a hand to shush her. Hermione fumed because - the audacity! No one shushes her!

She stood and walked to the table angrily but Malfoy took one look at her circle and started to it, re-redrawing some of the runes.

Hermione was about to admonish him when he suddenly chanted a spell, and the piece of lead at the center of the circle turned to gold.

Malfoy looked at her, eyes bright. Hermione went to him, crouched to where he kneeled, held his face firmly, and kissed him smack on the lips.

"Malfoy, you did it!", she said, gleefully.

Hermione, delirious with joy, did not understand the gravity of what she'd done- how she shook Draco's very state of being.

She saw a determined glint in his eyes, making her heart beat wildly.

Before she could release him, Draco snaked his hand around her waist, pulled her to him, pinned her to the floor, then kissed her properly - the gold already forgotten.

(inspired by the Katabasis book trailer)

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Day 20 - Mythology

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