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✨ WIPs & Completed Multi-Chapter Fics

Explicit: 🌶️ | Mature: ❤️ | Teen & Up: 💖

The Wedding Date | WIP | 🌶️ | AO3 | Dramione adaption of The Wedding Date movie

Seasons of Love | WIP | 🌶️ | AO3 | Seasonal collection of one-shots in a timeline of Draco & Hermione's relationship

Tangled in Gold | WIP | 🌶️ | AO3 | Unplanned pregnancy, Black Family tapestry. Dramione Month 2025, Day 15: Black Family Tree

The Holiday | 🌶️ | AO3 | Dramione & NottPott adaption of The Holiday movie

Forgotten Threads | 🌶️ | AO3 | Memory loss (Hermione), close proximity, mystery, protective Draco

My Amortentia | 🌶️🌶️ | AO3 • FFN • Wattpad | Fast sexual burn, second chances

Every Rose has its Thorns | 🌶️ | AO3 • FFN • Wattpad | Single parent Hermione, healing, sad Draco

Silent Screams and Stolen Kisses | 💖 | AO3 • FFN • Wattpad | Halloween short story, Hogwarts, fluffy

Wrapped in You | 🌶️🌶️🌶️ | AO3 | Holiday romance, steamy, soft Draco, oblivious Hermione

Reminding Me | 🌶️ | AO3 | Broken up Dramione, longing, second chances

✨ One-Shots by Mood

❤️‍🔥 Steamy

Secret | 🌶️🌶️🌶️ | AO3 • FFN •  Wattpad  

Undisclosed Desires | 🌶️ |  AO3 • FFN • Wattpad

The Rightful Malfoy | 🌶️🌶️ | AO3

Promises and Possibilities | 🌶️🌶️🌶️ | AO3 | Written for HP Daddy Knows Best 2025. 

For All to See | 🌶️ | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 5: Quidditch Stadium

Loose Tongues and Ties | 🌶️🌶️ | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 22: Veritaserum

Nothing Compares | 🌶️ | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 24: Pensieve

Hidden in the Dark | 🌶️ | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 16: Astronomy Tower

💛 Soft / Emotional

Caught in Plain Sight | 💖 | AO3 • FFN • Wattpad

Too Sweet | 🌶️ | AO3

Saturdays Made of Us | ❤️ | AO3

A Day for Mummy with Love | 🌶️ | AO3

Spotted | 💖 | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 4: The Marauder's Map

Things I Hate | 💖 | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 8: Kat & Patrick

❄️ Seasonal

Frostbitten and Smitten | 🌶️🌶️🌶️ | AO3 | 🎄/❄️ | Written for A Very Merry Daddy Knows Best 2024. 

Until Mistletoe Proves True | ❤️ | AO3 • FFN | 🎄 | Written for HP Festival of Stars 2024. 

Trick or Tease | 🌶️ I AO3 | 🎃

Good Little Witch | 🌶️🌶️🌶️ | AO3 | 🎄 | Written for A Very Merry Daddy Knows Best 2025

🐾 Whimsical / Light

Number Thirteen 🍏🐾🖤 | 🌶️ | AO3 | Inspired by gorgeous fanart by @incendiosketches

Hot, Wet, and Ill-Advised | ❤️ | AO3 | Written for Wet Draco Fest 2025.

Close Enough to Touch | 💖 | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 1: Hogwarts

In The Sky | 💖 | AO3

💔 Angst-Tinged

Det Modsatte (The Opposite) | ❤️ | AO3 • FFN

Ghosts of Malfoy Manor | ❤️ | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 3: Malfoy Manor

The Weight of Mercy | ❤️ | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 11: Katara & Zuko

What Linger in the Airs | 💖 | AO3 | Dramione Month 2025, Day 27: Amortentia

✨ Series

Seasons of Love | ❤️ / 💖 / 🌶️ | AO3 Seasons come and go, but their love only grows.

8th Year Snapshots | 🌶️ / 💖  | AO3 A collection of flash fiction set during eighth year at Hogwarts.

The Frostbitten and Smitten Series | 🌶️🌶️🌶️ | AO3 Draco and Hermione’s love is a study in contrasts: tender yet commanding, nurturing yet thrillingly possessive.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Thirteen: Epilogue

It has been six months since Hermione and Draco’s pretend relationship turned real at Harry and Ginny’s wedding.

What exactly has happened since then? How is everything going? How is everyone doing?

How is Crookshanks doing?

A certain meddler—well not if you ask him—will tell you exactly what is going on with everyone.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Twelve: Tying the Knots

“Come dance with me.”

Hermione looked at his hand. His long fingers curled slightly upwards. Steady and waiting.

Then she lifted her gaze to his face. “You’re very confident.”

Draco didn’t withdraw his hand. “I’ve seen you dance.”

Hermione let out a soft, incredulous huff. “You’ve seen me attempt to maim your feet.”

His expression remained serenely unimpressed.

“That was rehearsal,” Draco said smoothly. He tilted his head slightly, pale hair catching the lanternlight.

“This,” he added, with infuriating composure, “is the performance.”

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Eleven: The Realisation

Draco.

He was halfway down the stone steps leading toward the ceremony, adjusting the cuffs of his jacket with maddening calm, as if he hadn’t disappeared from her world less than a day before and taken the oxygen with him.

Their eyes locked. And the rest of the world fell away.

He moved first.

Two long strides and he was in front of her, wayward curls and wide eyes and all the jagged pieces of a broken day flickering in her expression.

“I went to your flat,” she said, breathless.

“I came back,” he replied, just as breathless.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Ten: Rainstorms

“Hermione.”

She stopped walking. Closed her eyes.

“Please,” Draco’s voice, breathless, from just behind her. “Just talk to me.”

She turned slowly, rain dripping from her lashes, hair plastered in wet coils down her back.

“Talk to you?” Her voice cracked. “You knew. You knew and you didn’t tell me.”

His mouth parted, but she didn’t let him speak.

“You stood there, held me, while I made a fool of myself in front of everyone. And you said nothing.”

“I was trying to protect you—”

“You humiliated me.”

That stopped him.

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Mother’s Day

Relationship: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4.638

He set the tray carefully across her lap before leaning down to press a long kiss against her forehead. Hermione smiled instinctively at the familiar affection. His hand came to rest against the side of her face, warm fingers slipping gently into the sleep-soft curls near her temple as though he could not quite resist touching her whenever she was within reach.

His lips remained there for a moment longer—lingering against her skin as his thumb stroked lazily along her cheekbone.

“Morning, love,” he murmured softly.

Hermione smiled at the delayed greeting, before replying herself: “Good morning.”

Draco leaned down again then, this time catching the corner of her mouth in a slow kiss that tasted faintly of coffee he had clearly stolen before bringing her breakfast. Hermione sighed quietly against his lips, one hand slipping up to rest against the side of his neck as the kiss deepened slightly—still lazy with morning softness rather than urgency.

Twenty-three years together and kissing him still sent tingles down her spine and butterflies through her stomach.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Nine: Confessions

Draco stared at her, and for the first time all day, the mask slipped completely. There was something unguarded in his gaze, something that made her heart beat just a little faster.

“You’re not what I expected,” he said quietly.

Hermione smiled, her voice equally quiet. “Neither are you.”

They lay there a moment longer, caught in that soft, suspended calm, the hush of the manor barely touching them.

And when they finally rose to get ready—his hand brushing her back as he passed, hers lingering just a little too long when she handed him his jacket—their steps were slower, steadier.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Eight: Dancing Around It

The music filled the room, soft and lilting, but it was the pull between them, that invisible, magnetic tether, that kept her moving.

Of course, it didn’t stay perfect for long.

On the third pass across the floor, Hermione narrowed her eyes with annoyance at this sudden shift in mood again, and stomped lightly on Draco’s foot.

He grunted, a half-laugh, half-growl escaping him, and on their next spin he retaliated by pretending to fumble the turn and letting her dip dramatically backward, one hand catching her securely before she could fall.

She let out a startled yelp, which turned into helpless laughter when she caught the mischievous glint in his eyes.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Seven: One Bed, Two Bodies

And there… there he was.

Draco lay sprawled across the bed in a way that could only be described as devastatingly careless.

He wasn’t under the covers, just stretched across them—barefoot, clad in a thin grey T-shirt that clung loosely to the sharp lines of his chest and loose dark joggers slung low on his hips. His hair was an artful mess, softening the usual aristocratic sharpness of his features, and his mouth—Merlin, his mouth—was parted slightly in sleep.

Hermione leaned heavily against the doorframe, blinking at him, her heart doing something wild and deeply inconvenient in her chest. She swallowed. Hard.

He’s so pretty, she thought helplessly.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Six: The Hen, The Hex, and The Heat

"You walk into a room," he continued, voice like velvet and sin, "and you don't even see the way people rearrange themselves around you. Like you’re gravity."

Hermione squeezed her eyes shut.

Draco laughed—quiet, low.

"You wore that green dress to meet me," he said, almost musingly, like recalling a fond, private memory. "You looked so beautiful it hurt. You were glowing. Alive."

Hermione's breath hitched.

"You made every woman in that restaurant envy you," he said, his voice threading around her like a noose, "and every man wonder if they'd ever be good enough."

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Her body was burning, every nerve ending tuned to the devastating intimacy of his voice.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Five: Brooms, Butterflies, and Small Miracles

She had just made it to step two when Draco caught her hand. Hermione nearly tripped over her own feet.

“Relax, darling,” he said, low enough that no one on the lower floors could hear, but close enough that she could feel the warm brush of his breath against her temple. “You’re supposed to look like you like me.”

Hermione gritted her teeth and let him lace his fingers through hers.

It wasn’t fair.

His hand was warm. His grip was sure. And there was an easy familiarity to the way he tucked their joined hands between them, as if they’d done it a thousand times before, instead of precisely never.

She hated how natural it felt. Hated that some part of her—some deep, stupid, lonely part—didn’t want to pull away.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Four: The Art of Undressing

As soon as they were out of earshot, she shrugged free of his arm and glared up at him.

"This is a disaster."

He looked entirely unbothered. Smirking, even.

"Relax, darling," he drawled, voice dripping with wicked amusement. "What’s the worst that could happen? I snore? You drool? We accidentally ravish each other in the night?"

Hermione nearly tripped over the third step.

"I—no—there will be no ravishing!" she spluttered, cheeks burning.

He leaned in closer as they climbed, his breath brushing her ear. "Only if you insist, pet."

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Three: A Malfoy at The Burrow

“Too late to run?” she muttered.

Beside her, Draco smirked. “I’d say yes, but I rather enjoy the thought of you dragging me by the arm through the shrubbery.”

She shot him a withering look, which he accepted like a compliment.

And then—for just a breath—he looked back at the house, then at her. His expression shifted, softened around the edges.

“Breathe, Granger,” he said, voice low. “I’ve got this.”

It shouldn’t have helped.

But it did.

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The Wedding Date

Chapter Two: Dinner With The Devil

“Right,” Hermione said abruptly, setting down her fork. “That’s enough pretending we’re normal people. Let’s summarise.”

Draco arched a brow. “Is this the debrief? Are we debriefing, Granger?”

“I’m managing expectations,” she said tightly.

He gestured lazily. “By all means.”

She ticked off points on her fingers. “We’ve been dating for six months. We ran into each other at Flourish and Blotts. You are charming, thoughtful, and infuriating. You do not call me pet in front of anyone, or at all, unless you want to die in your sleep.”

He smirked. “Noted.”

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Hi! I was just curious, how do you organize promoting/getting publicity for your fics? I just got an Instagram and I'm trying to do more of that for me writing. I was just wondering if you had any tips or things that worked for you.

Hey!

I just started posting honestly. I try to follow a lot of authors and artists in the community to support them as well and get inspired.

And then I have participated in a lot of fests. That seemed to get me most out there in the very beginning, because the organisers are established and the fests are established. Also just a fun challenge as an author.

And then a lot of credit can go to @dramioneasks - they do so much for the Dramione community here on tumblr.

In terms of the organising. I do Pinterest mood boards, write up my teaser text/chapter teaser text in a docs, find songs that fits, and then I create the visuals in Canva.

I hope that helped 💚

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The Wedding Date

Chapter One: RSVP Regrets

She needed a solution. Fast. And short of conjuring a convincing boyfriend out of thin air, she had no—

Her eyes flicked to the slip of parchment still stuck under the sugar bowl. She hadn’t binned it. She should have. But no—there it was. Theo Nott’s immaculate handwriting, a company name and address.

If you’re desperate (and I know you are), he’s discreet. And alarmingly good at pretending to care.

She stared at it for a long moment.

The worst part wasn’t that she was considering it.

The worst part was that she’d already sent the message.

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Get ready, it’s coming tomorrow!!! 💌🏠❤️‍🔥

Summary:

Hermione Granger is determined to attend her best friend’s wedding with a date. Rather than face the ridicule of her surrogate family that is the Weasleys and in order to show up her ex-fiancé, Dean, she resorts to the advice of one Theo Nott to find a last-minute escort. None other than Draco Malfoy.

His dashing good looks and quick-witted charm may win over her family. But will they win over Hermione?