geek.nerd.bookworm. abnormally wide imagination. borderline insanity. dates fictional characters. hopeless romantic. clumsy.a walking disaster no sense of direction. forever kid at heart.twenty one. follower of God.
you once wrote this little short story about hermione asking draco about his feelings and then walking away and he calls her back saying āthere arenāt enough words in the human language to describe my love for youā or something like that. i cant find it and want to cry. it had āif i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it moreā vibes. if anyone could help me out <3
This drabble, I think? It was a little 100 word challenge, but Iāve lost the original post.
āYouāā
She stood staring at him, wide-eyed.
āYes?ā she said, after an extended silence. āIs that all? Justāā She sighed. āWell, thatās clarifying. That tells me everything I need to know. Thank you.ā
She turned to apparate.
He caught her wrist.
āYou want me to summarize you, Granger? Bullet point what you make me feel? If you were quantifiable, maybe Iād be able to breathe again. I tried to reduce you to a single word when I was twelve. Iām not that idiot anymore. Nothing about you is neat or contained. Iād need twelve languages to put you into words.ā
I was talking about being afraid of people leaving me behind because I'm too sick, and my boyfriend just looked at me and said: "It's my choice to be your boyfriend. It's your friends choice to be your friends. You don't have to understand it, but you have to respect our choice. Don't try to make the decision of whether you're worthy of people on their behalf because that's not your decision to make." I think that's an important thing to remember. That whether we're worthy of someone's time and effort is something others can decide for themselves regardless of whether or not we agree with them. There's a lot of peace in realizing that literally all you have to do is accept the love other people choose to throw your way. That you aren't the one who gets to determine that you aren't worthy of their love. That other people can choose to love you regardless of how you feel about yourself - and that you can learn to respect their choice even though you're feeling unworthy.
One day I said out loud, āwhen weāre apart I think you must hate me, I picture you seeing my name when I text you and heaving this big sigh because Iām so annoyingā and he quietly said āthatās a little mean. I wish you wouldnāt picture me that wayā and something clicked
I see a lot of people who tell young peopleāespecially young people who are heading into collegeāthat they shouldĀ ādo what they love.ā And theyāre right. You should do what you love.
But thereās a world of difference between doing what you love for you,Ā and doing what you love for a paycheck.Ā
I went to undergrad for graphic design and 3-D designāart and more art, I usually sayāand I loved it. You know what I didnāt love? Trying to collect my fees from clients. Trying to meet unrealistic, over-simplified or over-specific briefs from people who didnāt know what they were talking about. Coming home, having worked creatively all day, with no creative juice left for the things I wanted to do.
You know what I would tell you instead? Do something that you can be interested in, with people you like.
You donāt have to love it. Loving your work can be a lot, and it often means you have to live in your job 24/7. Some people can do that. Not everyone can, or should.Ā But if you can find work thatās interesting enough that it doesnāt feel tedious, and people you can enjoy spending your 9-5 with, and you can make money, thatās great! It means you can do the things you love for you.
Iām in law school now. Itās interesting work, and difficult, and I like doing it. I like how complicated it gets, and I like the stories it tells. But I donāt come home and read law journals for fun. I come home, and I sculpt, and I draw, and I paint, and I read. I do these things for me.
This is still circulating and itās been a few years, so let me update. Iām officially a lawyer now, and still not a single regret about this choice. Settling into a stable job is such a gift and a privilege in ways I didnāt expect. Iām not going to repeat the advice given above, but I want to make it clear that having passed through my student years and into my career proper, I stand by this in every respect.Ā
I chose to take a job that was not the most high-paying option available to me, because it wouldnāt require me to bill my time, I would have a better work-life balance, I found the work more engaging, and I really loved the office. It has paid off so much.
I get to walk to work, and most days I leave my laptop behind when I walk home at five. I have a little house with a little garden and a bunch of seedlings sprouting too early for spring. I have two stupid cats and two stupider doves and they make me happy. I put a little money into food and shelter for the neighborhood strays and name all my visiting opossums Harold. My art gets done when I feel inspiration striking, sometimes in the middle of the night, and I let my hobby fund itself without the pressure of deadlines. There is so much joy in making only what I want to. My sleep schedule has stabilized. For the first time in my life, I know the shape my days will take weeks and months away, because my routine is consistent, and I never knew what a peace that was. My job is predictable but never boring, interesting but not consuming, and itās just a job.Ā
There are people who will tell youāpeople who have told meāthat turning my back on an artistic career or a career you have āpotentialā in is selling out, or settling.Ā
Let me tell you, friends, I have never felt so settled.Ā
Mr Darcy:Ā āMy future wife must be elegant and articulate and demuring and beautiful and intelligent and respectful of her station and have the perfect countance for being the lady of the house and be an accomplished woman and-ā
Lizzie: *stumbles in wearing mud-covered boots, marches over, and insults him straight to his face*
maybe this has been done before but anyway good little girl from adventure time but it's draco as marshal lee, hermione as fiona and ron as cake cos he loves his pudding just as much
also draco is happy he's a different kind of friend to hermione ^^
SLEEPING BEAUTYĀ (1959)
BEAUTY AND THE BEASTĀ (1991)
TREASURE PLANETĀ (2002)
FROZENĀ (2013)
THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAMEĀ (1996)
HERCULESĀ (1997)
MOANA (2016)
MULAN (1998)
OLIVER & COMPANY (1988)
ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)
it's canon crumb *cries happily* the first thing that pop into my mind when i saw the way draco placed his name is that it looks like the names on wedding card lol. hope the wedding invitation card is classy enough for the Malfoys hahaha... the idea is when you open the card white shiny flowers will bloom.
(Drabble) Draco Uses Everyday Items as Weapons (#2: A Can Of Worms)
My Twitter post inviting prompts
Prompt provided by @senlinyu
Words: 2,361 words,
Characters: Ron, Draco, Boba the House Elf
Rating: Non-explicit.
TW: Certain types of delicacies/cuisine are described in this drabble which may be squicky or triggering.
Notes: I didn't want to just have him bash Ron's head in with the can (because he could and would), so yeah, this is longer than anticipated!
āWhat do you mean he swallowed the key?ā Draco demanded.
Boba the House Elf was hysterical.Ā āHe...he...the Weasley took it from me, Master Draco!ā
āWhy the devil were you showing it to him in the first place!ā
āThe Weasley said to Boba that Master Draco was āa lying scummyĀ inbred gitā and that Master Draco 'has no key, no brains and and no b-'"
Draco held up a hand. "Yes, yes. I get the idea. Just focus on the key, please!"
"And so Boba said to The Weasley, no! Master Draco has a key and Boba is even guarding it!ā Boba hiccoughed. āAnd...and then I showed it and the Weasley SNACTCHED IT!ā
āIād like very much to kill the Weasley right now,ā Draco muttered, as Boba wailed.
The House Elf looked up at him with large, wet eyes. āMaster Draco is not angry with Boba?ā
āOh, I am, Boba. I am.Ā But Mistress will have my headĀ if I so much as raise my voice at you.ā Draco said āMistressā with as much contempt as he could muster, which tended to be quiteĀ a lot of contempt. āDamn that woman!Ā I donāt have time for this nonsense today!ā
āPlease donāt worry, Master Draco!Ā Boba has a plan. Boba will fix everything!ā
āOh?ā
āBoba knows how to get Master Dracoās key back from the Weasley. No problemies!ā
"Is that right?"
"Yes, sir!"
āHmm," said Draco. "Once you retrieve the key, see that it's returned to my room immediately.Ā Is that understood?ā
āYes, sir! Boba will not fail Master Draco, sir!" Boba noted Draco's raised eyebrow. "Will not fail again, sir!"
Draco turned on his heel and walked out of the room. HeĀ paused, sighed, and then walked back into the room.
āBoba?ā
āYes, Master Draco?ā
āHow exactly are you planning to retrieve the key?ā
āWith this!ā Boba held up the large carving knife freshly Summoned from the kitchens.
Draco closed his eyes and pressed his palm against his forehead. āUnder the terms of the thrice-damned marriageĀ contract, I am not permitted to harm Mistress orĀ anyone Mistress admits into this house as a guest. Unfortunately, this incudes RonaldĀ Weasley. But if Iād known what he was planning to do, I would never have allowed him anywhere near her!ā Draco scowled down at Boba. āOr you, for that matter!ā
Boba started wailing again.
āHeāsĀ a damnedĀ hair in my soup,āĀ Draco complained.
āBoba would never serve Master Draco hairy soup!ā
Draco narrowed his eyes. āHairy soup....Thatās it!Ā Boba, youāre a genius. I think I have the answer! But I have a list of very specific items I will need you to acquire for me. Can you do that?ā
āOf course, sir! No problemies!ā
It was a little-known fact that Draco MalfoyĀ had an iron stomach, though he conceded that he pushed it to its limits that evening as he dined with Ronald Weasley.
His parents were probably turning in their graves, Draco thought.
There he sat, the smug giant carrot of Gryffindor, at the official Malfoy dining table, no less. Not the semi-formal one his mother had kept on hand when Ministry officials came to visit and she didn't want the uncouth louts spilling claret on the carpet. No, on this occasion, it had to be the formal dining room. Tonight was all about shock and awe.
The awe portion of the evening was unfolding nicely. Weasley had so far dropped his butter knife twice. At least the arrival of the bread had enabled him to close his gaping mouth long enough to eat.
His beady little eyes darted around the room, probably looking for silverware to nick. Draco made a mental to ask Boba to check Wesley's pockets before they kicked him out.
"Is Hermione not joining us?" Ron asked.
A bored-looking Draco took a slow, deliberate sip of his wine. He'd had too much already and should probably slow down. "I suppose you're feeling rather proud of yourself, befouling my plans for this evening?"
"You'll not be laying a finger on Hermione tonight or any other night, you sick-"
"The marriage was signed and witnessed, Weasley," Draco interrupted. "Granger and I are husband and wife. The union must be consummated, as per the terms of the Contract." Draco leaned forward. "So give me my fucking key. Pun intended."
"You'll have to dig it out of my cold dead corpse, you bastard!"
"Don't tempt me, Weasley, I'll-damn it, yes, Boba, what is it?!"
The House Elf had been hovering at his elbow for some time now. "Dinner is ready, sir." Draco could have done without the literal wink/nudge pantomime from Boba, but Weasley was too busy imagining all the deviant sex Draco was going to have with Granger. If looks could kill, Draco had no doubt his head would haveĀ exploded.
The first course arrived. Now, it was time for shock.
A small furrow appeared between Weasleys' eyebrows as he stared down at the selection of boiled tripe.
Draco smiled. He skewered a flap of pale yellow reticulum, which bore a strong resemblance to brain coral. "Dig in, Weasley," he beckoned, waving the tripe around so it jiggled. "Don't hold back on my account." Draco chewed the tripe, then took a large, audible swallow, a thoughtful look on his pale face.
Ron stared.
"I know what you're thinking."
"You do?" Ron asked.
"You're thinking what a rare treat it is to dine on abomasum." Draco proceeded to cut another thick slice, the fibrous texture of the tripe was challenging and he made no effort to hide this. "It's not as commonly used as the other varieties due to its glandular tissue content...but I find the gummy texture wonderful." He slurped the flap into his mouth and took a large swig of wine to wash it down. "Of course, I'm a traditionalist at the end of the day, and you can't go pass a basic beef stomach, once the interior mucosal lining is removed, of course."
Draco looked at Ron with concern. "Why, Weasley, you haven't touched your food."
Ron was not looking at the food or at Draco. He seemed to have fixed his stare on a spot somewhere behind Draco's left shoulder. "I'm...I'm not very hungry."
"Shame. Maybe the next course will whet your appetite?"
The next course was balut.
Boba had certainly delivered when Draco requested the most unusual foods legally (or illegally) acquired from Diagon Alley.
The dish was placed in front of Weasley. Draco counted to five before the inevitable outburst.
"You're having me on!" Ron accused. "No way you're planning to eat this!"
"Why not? Granger's always telling me what an insular and xenophobic lot us Purebloods are. I wanted to demonstrate that I have a palate that appreciates cuisine from a variety of cultures."
"This is not cuisine!"
"Don't be a such a philistine, Weasley," Draco chided. "Balut is a delicacy. It's the fertilised egg of a mallard duck, around two weeks old, give or take." He peered down at the half-open egg shell in his dish. "It's amazing how well formed all the body parts are, don't you think? Now, I know you're worried about eating this, but I assure you, the bones, cartilage and tissue are all soft enough to chew. Aw. Mine's rather cute!" Draco exclaimed. "What does yours look like?"
Ron made a small sound. He was still refusing to look.
"Fine, you can also swallow it whole if you're really that squeamish? Could you pass the salt, please?"
"Fuck off and die, Malfoy."
"Or not..." Draco said, under his breath. To Weasley's visible horror, Draco ate every morsel on his place, delicately dabbed his mouth with his napkin and called for the next course.
By now, Ron was extremely wary. He scowled as Boba set down a small glass dish in front of him and handed him a wooden skewer.
"And what the hell is this supposed to be?"
"HƔkarl," Boba announced cheerfully, with another wink at Draco.
The pungent stench of ammonia caused Draco's eyes to sting. He knew Boba would never deliberate poison him, but the key words in that equation was 'deliberately'. If Granger ever accused him of cowardice or a lack of commitment, he would remind her of the night he ate rancid shark, all for her.
Weasley was sweating, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat in an admittedly impressive attempt to keep himself in check. Or perhaps he was just trying not to vomit.
"This is a shark meat dish from Iceland," Draco explained. He wished he could hold his breath while speaking, but it was impossible. "Greenland shark is toxic, but only when fresh. This, however..." Draco stabbed a small white cube of shark meat on a wooden skewer (no metal could be used with this dish as it would tarnish) and peered at it, "...has undergone a special, five-month fermentation process that renders it quite scrumptious."
Weasley was trying a different tactic now. He was sitting back in his chair, arms folded. "Yeah? Well go on, then. Eat it."
Draco brought the morsel to his lips but then paused, his eyes wide. "No! I can't eat this!"
Weasley slammed his hand on the table. "Hah!"
"Boba!" Draco summoned imperiously. "Bring the brennivĆn!"
The House Elf produced a small glass bottle, from which a strong spirit was poured into two glasses. One was given to Ron, who sniffed it suspiciously.
"HƔkarl should always be consumed with a shot of brennivin, you see?" Draco drawled. He put the cube of meat into his mouth and then tipped back the portion of spirit. It took every ounce of willpower not to grimace. He thought about how furious Granger would be when he visited her later that night and how pretty she looked when angry.
This proved to be sufficient motivation.
"I hope you get poisoned and die a painful death," Weasley said.
"The feeling is quire mutual, I assure you," Draco replied. He held up his wine in a silent, solo toast.
The next course was technically fruit, though it might as well have been a partially decomposed corpse, because that was what it smelled like.
"Durian," Draco explained, internally wincing.
Each diner was served a greenish brown spiky wedge of husk, within which was nestled the pale, yellow flesh of the durian fruit. They looked like glistening little pillows.
āIn Singapore, this is called the King of Fruit. And since you are our King, Weasley," said Draco, with an ingratiating smile, "I thought it fitting that I acquire some for you to try.ā
Weasley was visibly struggling. His face was green and clashed horrible with his hair. He pushed his plate away as far as he could without throwing it off the table entirely.
Draco scooped out one of the fruit pieces and took a bite. The flesh was soft, with the consistency of congealed double cream.
"Apparently durian smells differently to different people." Draco took an investigatory whiff. "I'm picking up onions and turpentine," he said, "though it tastes like a savoury custard."
It was disappointing when Boba cleared the present course and Weasley was still sitting there, looking very ill but resilient in the face of dinner.
However, the best was saved for last. And indeed, it was the unassuming flobberworm that finally broke him.
The recipe was completely made up and Draco was feeling quite smug about it.
No introduction was necessary, nor explanation as to the dish's origins. The presentation was all it took. Chilled flobberworms, sealed in a can. The can was opened at the table and using a pair of tongs, Boba served a healthy tangle of worms into two crystal, long-stemmed champagne cups. Given that the Hogwarts kitchen occasionally served flobberworm fritters, Draco was momentarily concerned that Weasley might be immune to the dish's effects.
By the time the Draco had his spoon in hand, the worms were waking up from their cold-induced coma. One worm made a bid for freedom and practically flew out of the cup, landing on the table with a squelching sound.
"Canned flobberworm must always be kept and consumed at a precise, chilled temperature or they will reanimate. You'd best eat them before they all slither off," Draco advised, with a chuckle. He locked eyes with Weasley, who seemed powerless to look away as Draco plucked a particularly fat, undulating, pulsating specimen from his cup, and slurped it into his mouth like a noodle.
He swallowed it whole.
Weasley was also attempting to swallow, though with less success. In quite dramaticĀ fashion, he leapt to his feet, overturning his chair. His streaming eyes searched widely around the room, zeroing in on a brass urn.
He rushed to the urn, grabbed it around the base and hurling the contents of his stomach into it. Draco sat back and sipped his wine, feeling very pleased with himself at the tiny sound of something metal hitting the bottom of the urn.
When Weasley was done throwing up, Boba plucked the urn from his clammy hands before any protest could be raised. His face was a study in purples and reds. He spent a minute clutching his middle and wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
He started towards Draco. "You bastard..."
Boba interrupted by popping back inside the dining room, this time, beside Draco. The retrieved key, now washed and clean, was presented to Draco with a flourish.
Draco stood up now, wand in hand. "I thank you for returning the key to my bride's chastity belt, Weasley. I fully intend to unlock my prize this evening."
Predictably, Weasley made to lunge at him, fists balled. This was all Draco needed to temporarily break the rules of the Contract. Though he was not allowed to harm anyone, it was perfectly permissible to use defensive magic against Granger or any of her 'people', if it meant his own safety was at stake.
"Enough," Draco hissed, hitting Weasley with Petrificus and sending him hurtling back to his chair.
Meanwhile, Boba brought the final course. Chocolate mousse.
Draco picked up two bowls and leaned down close to Ron's apoplectic face. "Thank you for a most entertaining meal. I think Iāll take this up to my bride now and see if sheās in the mood for dessert. Don't wait up.ā
āIāve always wanted to try it!ā Granger said eagerly. āBut we must lock the doors first,ā she bossed.
āHow does it work anyways?ā Malfoy drawled, no longer paying her any attention, but instead inspecting his hair in the reflection. āArenāt you just supposed to stand in front of it and itāll reveal your heartās desires?ā He asked, his voice full of that usual demand that came from growing up a Malfoy.
āI think soā¦ Donāt you see anything?ā Granger asked astonished.
āNoā¦ā he mused. āPerhaps if you move out of the wayāā he said, but was cut short as as she suddenly popped her head out from behind the mirror to look at him.
āWell, you must have everything your heart desires then! Iāve locked the doors now, can I try it?ā she asked lightly and came to stand besides him once more.
things fictional couples do that make me lose my mind + writing prompts
taking each otherās hands during a stressful situation, instantly reliveing the pressure of the situation
smiling in-between kisses
during a hug, one of them pulls the other closer, followed by the other one nudging their head into the crook of their loverās neck
forehead kisses
theyāre in bed, one of themās like āitās time to get upā and their lover pulls them back down, wraps their hands around their body, snuggles up close, preventing the other one from getting out of bed
forehead kisses but itās the male being kissed on the head
dancing together, one of them takes the otherās hand, kisses it
saying āi love youā completely randomly
bantering, judging each other but in a way thatās like, what youāre doing right now, is really stupid, but youāre adorable and i canāt help but love you
when one of them is likeā¦ i donāt knowā¦ hurt or somethingā¦ and the other one is just likeā¦ tending to their woundsā¦ and then just likeā¦ wrap them into their armsā¦ thankful that theyāre aliveā¦
when one of them is hurt by the antagonistā¦ and their lover goesā¦ absolutely ballistic and does everything in their power to get to the person they love, to the point in which the antagonist and itās crew have to physically restrain themā¦ and it still doesnāt stop themā¦ they jsut keep kickingā¦ doesnāt matter what happens to themā¦ doesnāt matter if they get beaten in the processā¦ as long as their lover is safeā¦
when they havenāt seen each other for a while (bonus point if theyāre not sure the other one is alive) and all this time theyāve been trying to stay strong, but when they reunite, they crash into each otherās arms, and completely breakdownā¦
āiām not worthy of anybodyās love.ā āthatās not true, youāre worthy of mine.ā followed by the lover breaking eye-contactā¦ + a love confession
when one of them has never had a proper birthday party for whatever reason, and their lover makes it their mission to give them the best day ever, followed by āyou didnāt have to do all this for me. just being with you is enough.ā āi know. but i thought you deserved ?āā and their lover smiles, a kiss is shared
one of them being likeā¦ iām totally getting off track here, but youāre like, really hot so iām going to pick you up and throw you on the bed, followed by their lover smacking them on their head (gently) because they have important things to do
āāyou shouldnāt be here.ā āi had to make sure you were okay.ā silence. ācan i come in?ā more silence. you decide. angst or happy ending?
when theyāre forced apart, and they get to say goodbye, and they cry, share a last kiss, holding hands until the very end, until theyāre so far apart they have to let goā¦
any form of physical intimacy ever
one of them resting their head on the otherās lap, falling asleep
wearing their loverās clothes! (also, ācan I get my shirt back? ā'no.ā)
being jealous! not to the point of it being unhealthy, just a moderate amount of cute jealously, in which their partner just laughs it off and gives them a kiss
a slow burn being likeā¦ iām not in love with them! cut to scene of the person in question staring dreamingly at the object of their desire
when a character is falling in love, and their love interest is making them smile, and theyāre flustered, blushing, in such a happy state of mind that they look to the ground, trying to hide their burning red cheeks
banter in which one of themās likeā¦ āi love youā and the other personās like āokā and the first oneās like āsay it backā and the other oneās just like āno šā and the first one gets frustrated because āwhy wouldnāt you say it back we always say i love you before we leaveā
when theyāre doing something outside, itās dark outside, and one of them views something pretty in the sky, like a shooting star, or just the stars in general, and they pull their lover by the hand, all excited to watch the shooting star, and their lover looks at them in pure admiration
when itās a slow burn, and the characters just look at each other like āfuck it iām done with thisā and kiss
edit: The character thinking āseriously? I love them?!!āāĀ because somebody reblogged the post saying that and it did something special to my heart
fleur delacour falling in love with bill weasley because he sees her. his youngest brother looked and went hair-eyes-teeth-legs, thought body, thought sex. her whole life, men have been looking and seeing a thing, not a girl. since she turned thirteen and bud-breasts pressed up against her shirts and boys at school wanted to sit close, men back home lingered too long in hugs.
until she was fifteen she dressed herself in shame before she put any clothes on at all. wore everything a few sizes too big, a few inches too long. draped herself in thick fabrics to hide the body beneath them. never learned that hot eyes on her were the fault of their owners, not her. took the uncomfortable stares and the endless flirtation as a fact of life. was fourteen the first time she dared to say āstop looking!ā and met only laughter.
itās not until sheās nearly sixteen and her sister is turning ten that she sees eyes begin to slide over her and to gabrielle. a friend of their fatherās, not even that deep into a bottle of wine, caresses a child-round cheek and murmurs a line from lolita, eyes too bright and lips too dry. gabrielle flickers a panicked glance around the room. that look is so familiar.Ā the same hour fleur switches her baggy sweatshirt for a crop top and rolls her skirt over two inches.Ā
they will look at her. never at her sister.
at school, the same. at home, the same. slowly, she learns to be less ashamed of the looking. to play to the object they expect her to be. she comes to scotland and sheās the centre of attention. they hear her name pulled out of Ā the goblet of fire and all anyone wants to talk about is her legs in that skirt. she defeats a dragon and boys whisper all the dirty things they want to do to her just moments after they finish comparing cedricās charmwork to krumās reflexes to harryās flying. they watch her pass in the hallways and their eyes glaze over like sheās a thing put there for their pleasure.Ā
fleur lifts her head high and lets the stares keep coming.
then she meets bill weasley, and not long after he asks her how sheās doing. asks it like he really means it, like it matters to him that she still gets nervous going around blind corners, that vines make her skin crawl and that the green flash of a hex makes her mind go too blank with fear to defend herself. he brings her a bottle of his favourite whiskey and sinks deep into it, tells her about his life and his job and asks about that night in the maze she doesnāt think about. he doesnāt look at her legs even once.
the next time she brings him her favourite wine and they share it. sheās giggling and silly by the end of the evening and he laughs with her, laughs at her like an equal and not like a thing he wants to fuck. he takes her to her door and leaves her in the care of her friends and he doesnāt do it because he thinks itāll make scoring easier next time. doesnāt decide his actions based on which will result in sex the fastest.
he doesnāt ask her out until heās laid himself bare for her, doesnāt even touch her until she reaches down and presses her fingers into his. the first night she feels brave enough to go home with him he keeps her up at the kitchen table until three am telling her all the things he likes about her. her physical appearance doesnāt even make the top one hundred. he says, how much you love your sister. how fierce you look when i take the last croissant. that funny french way you roll yourĀ ārās. how you try to tell me jokes but laugh too much to finish them. how you know exactly how many children you want, and the precise shade of blue youāll use to decorate your nursery. the bravery of you. the way your mind moves so fast sometimes i canāt keep up with it. the fact that i think you could do my job ten times as effectively as i can. they fall asleep on top of his covers, fully clothed, and the next morning fleur has to say yes i want this i am sure that i want this ten times before he starts to undress her.
his family call her all the things sheās heard a million times before. fleur lifts her head high and lets the insults keep coming. his brothers still sometimes look at her like theyāve forgotten to see a person, his mother mutters under her breath about fleurās lack of suitability, his sister takes every opportunity to express her dislike. they see her beauty and they think they know her. they watch her move and they think sheās nothing more than her body and face.Ā
but bill weasley sees her. and fleur will not let anythingānot a war, not lycanthropy, not a disapproving familyātake him away from her.
I have a previous post about Harry Potter fan fiction Iāve read back in 2020, and I have read a multitude of other stories that deserve recognition because they are so good. If you are looking for amazing Dramione plots, angst, smut, fluff, or one-shots this is the list for you. Here is my list of stories I have read so far this year:
The Fallout by everythursday
Okay lets talk about this story real quick. This is the second story I read in the Dramione fandom, and to be honest it was a lot. I didnāt understand the hype about it, and I thought the story wasnāt all that. I recently read it again, and let me tell you, the story IS ALL THAT. This war fic now lives in a special place in my heart because it has everything. The character development of both Draco and Hermione is astounding. The action, the plot, the smut (THE SMUT) is so so good. I think if you have read it and didnāt particularly like it, I think you should have another go and really understand the story and who the characters are. 10/10 story in my opinion.Ā
Measure Of A Man by @inadaze22
I donāt usually read WIP, but this story is mind blowing. A story about a very bad ass Hermione and a very closed off Draco, and the best part (in my opinion) is little Scorpius. Make sure you have a box of tissues while reading this one because not only is it heartbreaking in some parts, but you will really feel for all the characters. The relationship between Hermione and Scorp just warms my heart, but breaks it at the same time. The writing of this story is some of the best I have read, and it captures you in the life of Hermione in every chapter. Updated bi-weekly, and it reminds me of waiting for TV show episode. I get so excited when a new update comes around.Ā
Sweetly Broken by @ladykenz347Ā
I read this fic in one sitting because I could not put it down. A first person point of view through Draco and his struggles after the war, dealing with loss, drug addiction, and PTSD. I cried reading this, not even going to lie. The way the writing is structured made me feel like I was Draco experiencing his trauma. Hermione and Draco in this are very cute and have past trauma that they are both dealing with, and eventually Draco is the man that Hermione deserves to be with. The relationship that Draco has with the Weasleyās is my favorite thing in this story. This story is pure angst, so if youāre feeling up to reading that sort of thing this story is perfect.Ā
Wait and Hope by @mightbewritingĀ
A fan favorite in the Dramione fandom, and well deserved. I had a tough time reading this one because the plot is devastating. I actually stopped reading it in the middle of it, but I had a dream about the story and how it was going to end, so I knew I had to finish it, and thank God I did. Hermione loses her memory while she is married to Draco, and Draco tries everything to have her fall in love with him. But he is Draco Malfoy, so of course she falls in love with him all over again (any sane woman would). The writing is beautifully done through Hermioneās perspective, and the characters in this are beautiful, as well. Definitely a story to read.Ā
Beginning and End by @mightbewritingĀ
The prequel to Wait and Hope, and a beautiful one at that. We get to see how Hermione and Draco fall in love before their marriage, and it is so real it hurts. The perfect amount of angst, fluff, and smut (and a little time alteration never hurt). We get to see insight on how messed up Dracoās family is, and how Draco is one loyal man to his woman. This story just makes Wait and Hope even worse to read because we get to see how much they love each other and how far they are both willing to go. I love both of these stories because it is a realistic kind of love that they both deserve.Ā
A Thing With(out) Feathers by @senlinyuĀ
I swear Senlinyu makes the best Hermione ever. This Hermione is so smart, yet so stupid, and Draco is just a mess. This story is very cute, very funny, and has a very happy ending for both of them. Hermione has wings! But how? Draco is a Veela, duh, and Hermione is his soulmate, but it takes a minute for her to actually figure that part out. Iām a sucker for Creature fics, and this one takes the cake for best short story Veela Draco.Ā
The Gloriana Set by @thebemoonĀ
8th year fic, with a little bit of everything. Runes, sexual tension, vampires, fairies, and P.O.R.N and S.M.U.T.. The banter and snark of both Draco and Hermione is so funny and very entertaining. Another story I could not put down. Dracoās Slytherin side really shows in this story, and I love it. The side characters in this story are gold and really put everything together. Also, the Squeaky Mice are my everything.Ā
Notes of Melancholy by DarkoftheMoon
This is a story of healing, with my favorite aspect: music. Hermione has a mysterious neighbor that plays beautiful melodies on the piano, and all she wants to do is thank them for helping her heal from the war. Low and behold Draco is the mysterious musician neighbor, and they get together through music, apologies, and healing. It is truly a great story, and one of my favorites.Ā
Donāt Look Back by @onyx-and-elmĀ
This story is currently on hiatus because some of yāall donāt know how to act, but itās okay because this story is still so good. 6th year Dramione with Draco as a werewolf, and Hermione as his other half trying to make it easier. Draco is of course, a stubborn bastard, but Hermione is a bad ass who helps him, hurts him, and heals him. I couldnāt stop reading because the angst hurts so good, andĀ protective/confusing Draco is my favorite.
Traditions by @raven-m-3
This is the first story I read in 2021, and it was a perfect start to the year. After the war, Hermione and Draco visit Hermioneās parents without their knowledge of magic, and the visit is a sweet affair. This story includes flashbacks from the war, and how Draco and Hermione fell in love through it all. Hermioneās parents are the cutest and very supportive of their relationship even with the memory loss. The dialogue is very sweet, especially with Hermioneās dad and Draco. Also the smut. *fans self*
The Best of Me by @mrsrenĀ
If you are looking for a fic with Hermione, Draco, and Scorpius, this story is perfect. Hermione is no where to be found after the war, and everyone believes she is dead, except for Draco. He does find her, but her memory is gone, and he also finds a little boy with light blonde hair with a name of a constellation. Draco sticks around, and he and Hermione fall in love all over again. A great fic with a great family relationship. Iām a sucker for Scorpius in every fic, and his and Dracoās relationship is precious in this. A memory loss fic, with a little bit of mystery, and a happy family in the end.Ā Ā
The Binding by @curlykayĀ
I love a good soulmate story. This story takes place from the beginning of Hogwarts to the end, and the Dramione is absolutely fabulous. A story full of fluff, love, angst, and a happy Draco (finally). The love Draco and Hermione have for each other is unstoppable, and I love that Dracoās family is supportive of their relationship, even if it takes while. A great story to read if you are looking for something light-hearted and fluffy (and smutty).Ā
The Dragons Bride by @andgladlyĀ
A story that I could not put down for the life of me. Draco has a hard life (boohoo) and Hermione is trying, oh and theyāre married by tattoos. They love each other, but of course neither wants to admit it, but the tattoos give it away. This story has action, angst, and great developing relationship between Hermione and Draco.
Every Part of Me by @potionchemistĀ
If you are looking for an Omegaverse fic, this is it. This story has a sweet Draco and Hermione that are protective and love each other with every part of their being. Their relationship starts off in 6th year and extends after the war with their Alpha-Omega bond. Fluffy, smutty, and a lot of Ron bashing (because he really is an asshole). A great story to read if youāre looking for a great Omegaverse trope.
Apple Pies and Other Amends by @thudsonwritesĀ
Baking equals forgiveness because Hermione is that good of a baker. A very cute story with Draco and Hermione full of friendship, romance, and of course desserts. Loved reading this one because it shows how affected each person is after war, and Draco and Hermioneās relationship is the cutest.
Lose Control by mayghaen17Ā
This story is a BDSM centric story, and the best one Iāve read. Keeping that in mind, it also has romance and a sex club that Draco and Hermione need after the war. I loved reading this one because it shows the struggle of both Hermione and Draco, and how they handle their trauma through sex. The smut is insane, but the story also expands upon that. They know they both want and need each other, but the evil little devil of miscommunication gets in the way. A great story to read it you want PWP.Ā
Sex and Occlumency by @graendollĀ
First and foremost, look at the tags. Another BDSM story with Hermione struggling how to cope with the loss from the war. I really enjoyed reading this story, but it might be sensitive to other readers, so again, look at the tags. Draco and Hermioneās relationship grow with sex and of course occlumency. Draco is a dick but also a sweetheart, and Hermione is trying not relieve what she survived through the war with Dracoās help. A cute ending with a great smut.Ā
A Year in Australia by @bourbonrainĀ
When I finished this fic, I couldnāt stop thinking about it. A dark look on how Hermione tries to restore her parents memories after the war. Draco finds Hermione in Australia trying everything she can to restore their memories, and Draco ends up falling in love with her. There are very cute moments, and moments where you think the best is yet to come, but alas, it does not come. I am a huge Hermione stan, and in this fic she is BAMF, but you canāt help feel for Draco throughout the story. I have a love/hate relationship with this story, and the ending is bittersweet, and you learn that forgiveness is sometimes hard to come by.Ā
The Cell by WrathOfMacy
Draco and Hermione are both imprisoned after Hermioneās torture from Bellatrix. While in the cell, they learn from each other, confide in one another, and depend on each other for survival. A story with a secrets, virtue, and love coming from both characters and how they show it. We, along with Draco, learn that he will take care of Hermione through sickness and in health, which is why I love this story. This story has a different ending than the canon series of the war, but Draco and Hermioneās love reigns all.Ā
Blackmailed by MistressLynn
What will Hermione do when Draco steals the very secrets on how to end war from her? Everything, of course, sheās Hermione damn Granger. 7th year Dramione where Hermione does not go Horcrux hunting with Harry and Ron. This fic reminds me of a sexier, less plot induced Isolation. The smut is amazing, Hermione and Draco learn a lot about each other, and Hermione learns she is not the only one who can change the tides of the war.Ā
They All Taste the Same by MistressLynn
Vampire! fic, and this one is so fun. Iāve never read a vampire fic, but the story of this one is so interesting, and both Draco and Hermione take the bad ass level to level 100. Hermione gets captured during the war and is taken to vampire Draco, but they already have history together, so what will happen? The good thing about this fic is that if you donāt like the first ending, thereās another one! There are two endings for this story, and both are complex and satisfying (one more than the other). This story was a fun one to read.Ā
Fairy Stone by @colubrinaĀ
A lovely story with a lovely Dramione. After the war, Draco gets sent to Azkaban, and Hermione helps him keep his sanity in tact both during and after. I love the way colubrina writes her stories because they are so sweet and so detailed, and she perfectly captures how Draco and Hermione would act. A great short story with a cute plot and a great relationship.Ā
Okay now for the one-shots that I couldnāt get out my headā¦
Les Pelerins by @pacific-rimbaudĀ
The writing in this story is beautiful and I have read it again and again. What better place to ask for forgiveness, reconnect, and love each other than in Paris? Stunning dialogue, beautiful scenes, and a perfect ending. Loved this one.Ā
Room Serviced by pir8fancierĀ
This story is set during war, and Hermione and Draco both get away from the war to fool around with each other, but they realize it becomes more than that. This is another story which I could not stop thinking about. It left me wanting more and wondering what was going to happen with their relationship. A perfect bittersweet ending to this story.Ā
Snow Fall by @senlinyuĀ
Whatās a better a Christmas than being snowed in with the love of your life? This was a super cute and sweet story between Hermione and Draco, and you can tell they understand each other better than anyone else. I really enjoyed reading it.
Essence of Dittany by @dirty-mudbloodĀ
I love a good scar fic. Draco and Hermione bond over their scars, and itās really cute and sweet and smutty, and one that I just love reading.Ā
Draco Malfoy Runs a Marathon by @purplesugarquillsĀ
I liked this fic because it reminds me of my momā¦ just not as angsty and less trauma and no blonde hair. Draco decides to run and run and run, and he gets invested in something along with Hermioneās help. Draco gets immersed in muggle culture, and watching him trying to figure it out is hilarious. Also, runner Draco is very attractive to me.
The Art of Seating Etiquette by @inadaze22Ā
Inadaze22 does it again with the fabulous writing. Sexual tension galore with these two I mean oh my God. Trivia night with Hermione and Draco is just what I needed. I loved this oneā¦ just read it.Ā
The Routine by TwilightToMidnight
Hermioneās schedule is very important to her. It is also very important that she must not miss her dick appointment with Draco Malfoy. Seriously just smut, but lovely BDSM smut at that.Ā
Well Said, Hermione by @mightbewritingĀ
I never knew I needed Shakespeare quotes to come out of Draco Malfoyās mouth, but letās say I am very glad I read this. Hermione doesnāt think itās half bad either (no seriously, she is me in this story).Ā
The Bestiary by @senlinyuĀ
A bunch of creature one-shots which include Hermione with cat ears (adorable), Draco as a demon (hot as fuck), and Hermione biting Dracoās butt with her Vampire teeth.Ā
And thatās it! I have to thank all these writers for creating these stories and working so hard to give us Dramione galore. Your work does not go unappreciated or unnoticed, so thank you!Ā
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