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Fanfic: The Best Kept Secrets Are Curses Ch 1, Harry Potter | FanFiction
Malfoy Manor, but for my bunny. š°š
This started as a way to bring my Malfoy Manor blueprints/floor plan to life. Then when I finished I gutted it and repurposed it for Leo.
See not so great pics of each floor below andā¦
Let me know if the WIP I made the floor plan for - The Best Kept Secrets Are Curses - is worth finishing!
My first ever beta ghosted me and Iāve been completely discouraged ever since!!!
Not me acting out my fanfic with my Malfoy Manor Lego set ššš
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King of Wands by volchitsa
Rating: E Length: 24,291 words posted, 6/? chapters Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Tags/Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, Dark Lord Draco Malfoy, MoM/DMLE employee Hermione Granger, tattooed Draco Malfoy, Sentient Malfoy Manor, one very sensitive house elf, slow burn enemies to lovers, inspired by Tarot (Divination Cards), POV multiple Summary:
Five years after the fall of Voldemort, Draco Malfoy is ready to make a name for himself. Not as the heir of the most noble houses of Malfoy and Black, nor as a Death Eater fighting for a failed cause, but a name of his own making. He is the King of Wands. The only thing standing in his way? The DMLE agent in charge of his Ministry-mandated house arrest following his release from Azkaban, the sodding Golden Girl herself, Hermione Granger. But Draco isnāt the only one with a job to do and something to prove. Will he be able to twist and manipulate Granger to get his way and succeed as the next Dark Lord? Or will she see the man beneath the mask before itās too late?
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"You're really going to put up that picture of all things?" Draco drawled.
Hermione turned to him, her eyes sparkling. "We look incredible! Plus, that day was a pivotal moment in our relationship, you know."
Draco's expression softened. "Ah yes, the infamous Ministry Christmas party. How could anyone forget your bushy hair getting caught in my expensive cufflinks?"
"Oh, hush!" Hermione playfully swatted his arm. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who couldn't keep your eyes off me all evening."
"Can you blame me? You were a vision in that dress. Although, I must say, the photographer's timing was impeccable," Draco chuckled, gesturing to the photo.
FLASHBACK
The Ministry of Magic's atrium was decked out in festive glory, twinkling fairy lights competing with the golden gleam of tinsel. The annual Christmas party was in full swing, with wizards and witches from every department mingling, drinks in hand.
Amidst the revelry, a photographer weaved through the crowd, capturing candid moments. His eyes lit up as he spotted a striking couple: a platinum-blond man lounging in an armchair, with a brunette perched elegantly on the armrest.
As he approached, he caught snippets of their conversation.
"Oh, and there's one more thing we have to do before we go back to my loft," Hermione was saying, her fingers playing with the collar of Draco's robes.
Draco groaned dramatically. "Another thing? Granger, I just want you alone. I'd even wager for that Kneazle abomination of yours to join us."
"Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger! May I please get a photo of you two?" the photographer called out.
They turned, startled. Hermione's hand flew up, almost covering her mouth in surprise, while Draco's expression morphed into his trademark scowl. The flash went off.
Recovering, Hermione continued, "We have to stop by Molly's. She has our gifts and is expecting us to pick them up before the end of Christmas."
"The Weasleys?" Draco looked appalled. "Oh, you've got to be kidding. There is no way in seven hells I'm going to the carrot-top crew's headquarters."
Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Funny that you think you have a say. We are going, and that's that," she said sternly.
"Oh no, Granger. You may be the only person who frightens me enough to bend to your will, but I will not stand for the Weasleyssss," he drawled out, annoyance dripping from every syllable.
Hermione leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear. "Once we've finished unwrapping the presents, we can go back to my loft and you can unwrap me," she whispered in a sing-song voice.
Draco's jaw snapped shut, his eyes widening. "Want to head out now?"
Hermione's laughter rang out, drawing curious glances from nearby partygoers.
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WITCH WEEKLY - Issue 94 - December 2006
Editorās Note:
Gentlebeings of the Wizarding World,
Our cover feature this issue is the one, the only Draco Malfoy- a man who needs no introduction, but whose presence might require the briefest of explanations.
Lord Malfoy has had no shortage of press over the years⦠but since his release from Azkaban we have dutifully kept an eye on him, and for sore ones he is a sight. Every time we feature him, the owls pour in. Some carry missives with love potion-laced ink, in the hopes that weāll pass them to the man in question (no judgement, weāve tried to slip him a little something in the past) while others are Howlers bursting to scream about our hideous facilitation of lusting after a war criminal. How dare you drool over a terrorist! But drool we do, like a three-headed dog.
Itās one of our favorite things about Draco Malfoy: those who love him, would die for him⦠and those who hate him, would like to see him killed. We fall into the camp of the former- do you?
Read on for 10 of our other favorite things -
Venia Plumberton, Editor-in-Chief
BEST OF Draco Malfoy
We surveyed our editorial staff, as well as witches and wizards on the street (Horizont Alley, to be exact) to determine the 10 best features of the wizard we love to hate, but donāt hate to love. Caution⦠at least three witches went feral after editing this piece. Youāve been warned.
#1 - CHEST - We donāt know if itās that heās vaguely the color of honed marble, or that we had too many brushes with the fit statues at Hogwarts during our formative years⦠but oh, Mummy. We donāt get to see shirtless Draco often- perhaps heās self-conscious of the scars? Are they from the whip of a lover⦠or perhaps the Dark Lord?
Our seven-page coverage of his trip to Bali last year, āDracoās Treasure Chestā July 2005, contributed to our best selling issue. EVER. We are certain our journalistic prowess has not gotten that much better. When it comes to Draco, weāre delusional, not deluded.
#2 - EYES - Pureblood politics like to keep things in the family; but if inbreeding is wrong do we want to be right? Like pools of mercury, Dracoās eyes look terribly inviting but might just kill us if we take a dip. We have on record that his nickname in school was, āThe Heir of Slytherinā. Basilisk, much? Weāve heard stranger. Speaking of basilisks⦠this magazine doesnāt stoop to such levels⦠but we know where your headās at.*
*Right next to ours, in the gutter. But at least weāre looking at the stars⦠specifically, the Draco constellation.
#3 - HAIR - We here at WW celebrate a man who takes the time to learn grooming spells, and we dare say the Malfoy Scion created a few of his own to tame his mane just the way we like it. Tousled, pushed back, glittering platinum everywhere the light touches it. Oh, to run a hand through that hair. Maybe pull it, just a little. Ruin our life, Draco. We are at the ready.
#4 - SIZE - When the DM walks in the room, suddenly, we orbit around him. Is it because of his white golden hair (see above) or is it perhaps that heās the size of a planet? The Muggles have really gotten into something called gravity, look into it friends - because Draco is our sun. 6ā5ā, the wing span of a bloody hippogriff and the legs (oh weāll get started with those next) of a semi-giant.
#5 - THIGHS - We could be pressed to include the whole leg, look at those calves, but in the interest of being specific- Draco Malfoyās thighs get us through our work day.
Thick as tree trunks, weād surrender our wand to be a part of that forest.
We spoke to Madame Mirabelle, tailor to rich and infamous, and she assured us that while she hasnāt fit Draco in years, she knows for a fact he has a tailor on staff to ārightly pinch and pinā every set of trousers he wears. One must not assume that anything off-the-rack could surround such thighs, wrap that arse, cover that bulge and hug that waist without being magically pinched and pinned. Weāre due for a sewing spell seminar, it would seem.
#6 - ABS - Speaking of waists⦠Well. We shanāt. Weāll just show a picture, it scores a V, for va va voom.
#7 - FOREARMS - Again, we feel remiss not mention the scrumptious biceps, the scandalously sexy shoulders⦠but let it be known, Dracoās forearm game is unmatched. Maybe itās the veins; maybe itās the sheer size of them. Maybe itās the Dark Mark- you know we need to be reminded about the danger lurking underneath. Or maybe⦠we are ovulating? No matter. Weād let him cast any spell he wanted at us so long as he used those arms to hold his wand.
#8 - SNEER - A snide look, on the face of Draco Malfoy, is better than a smile on any other man⦠Weāre sure should Draco ever smile our way, heād be crowned āMost Charming Smileā in an instant⦠but to that end, weāve never seen it. Weāre not sure heās capable. So we covet the sneer.
Eyes narrowed, nose flared, lip curled? Check, checkity, check. Sign us up for the next war!
#9 - JAWLINE - We long to go to a taffy emporium with Draco and watch him sample the wares⦠such is our obsession with seeing him clench. For Merlinās sake, someone get the man some gum! We deserve such visions, weāve been so good.
#10 - HANDS - Hands tell the story of the man- and hereās what we know⦠Dracoās hands can palm a quaffle and are typically adorned with family heirloom rings. He likes a Muggle watch, and doesnāt always need a wand. An eyewitness told us she saw him stop a falling bottle at his bar, The Jobberknoll, with just a flick of his fingers, as he dined with friends. We love a wizard who takes matters into his own hands.
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The Best Kept Secrets Are Curses
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-Slow burn
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It starts with Cursebreaker Hermione trying to solve Luciusā murder at Malfoy Manor, but she uncovers trove of Malfoy family secrets and a centuries old curse in the process. Solving this case could elevate her career, but destroy Malfoyās hard earned reputation⦠Despite her better judgement, she agrees to keep his secrets in return for his assistance - even from those closest from her.
She doesnāt trust him, he doesnāt trust her, but their growing physical attraction combined with working one-on-one for hours on end becomes too much to bear! Meanwhile, between Draco and the curse, Hermione has no idea how much danger sheās in!