Miss EmYei

Passionate about slow-burn stories that ignite when you least expect it. I write for catharsis, read out of addiction. I live between parallel realities, half-finished cups of tea, and playlists that speak better than I do. If my characters make you feel something, then we’re on the same wavelength. Drama, desire, and a bit of emotional chaos—yes, it’s personal. This is me.

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One Match Away – A Dramione Story

Author: Miss EmYei Status: In progress Language: English Chapters available: here Updates: 2–3 per week Rating: Mature (18+)

📖 Summary: Two pasts that crossed in the middle of a war. Two lives that chose to forget. One match that changes everything. What happens when love shows up where you least expect it... but feels like you've known it all along? ✨ All the chapters here: Prologue: The Last Year Chapter 1: Swipe Right Chapter 2: Silver Among the Vines Chapter 3: About to expire Chapter 4: Harry and Ginny in Sydney Chapter 5: One Word, Too Much History Chapter 6: Flashback - The Last Night

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One Match Away - Chapter 5: One Word, Too Much History

By Miss EmYei Rating: M (18+)

There are moments so small, so quiet, you almost miss them— a vibrating phone, a half-written message, a hesitation under the stars.

But sometimes, it’s in the quiet where everything changes. Not with a spell. Not with a war. Just with one word. Hi.

🔗 Previous: Chapter 4: Harry and Ginny in Sydney 🔗 Next: Chapter 6: Flashback - The Last Night

The sun had already tucked itself behind the hills when Draco—now Skorpius—sank into the battered chair on his vineyard terrace. Red wine. A lazy phone scroll. Cicadas humming grief into the dusk.

Theo had dared him onto the app. "Not everything has to be punishment, mate."

But punishment felt safer than hope.

Until her profile blinked onto his screen. Jean G. Blurry photo. Incomplete name. And those eyes.

The phone buzzed.

Hi.

Two letters. And Draco forgot how to breathe.

He didn't answer. Not yet. Not while the world held its breath with him.

across the ocean, across a heartbeat

Hermione adjusted her blazer for the fifth time. Corporate mask intact. Presentation ready. But under it all— a girl waiting for a message she pretended not to care about.

Buzz. Tremor. Mouse slip.

She covered the moment with a professional smile. Rescued the meeting. Saved her pride.

But her soul—

her soul was screaming.

The message was short.

Do we know each other?

And it broke her more than she expected.

Because of course they did. In a hundred ways that still hurt.

cowards, curses, and constellations

Back on the terrace, Draco glared at his own cowardice. The words he'd sent looked so stupid now. Fragile. Defensive.

Theo’s blunt reply didn’t help.

"I expected you not to be a coward."

The sky overhead offered no advice. Only stars. Only distance.

Albus whined. The vineyard sighed under the weight of night.

Draco remembered her laugh. Her stubborn fire. The way she'd once looked at him like he could be something more than a Malfoy.

And maybe that was why he was scared. Because if she looked at him now and saw nothing— there would be no one left to blame but himself.

✨ what would you do? ✨

If someone from your past—someone who broke you and rebuilt you without even knowing—suddenly reappeared... Would you answer? Or would you let the silence win?

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One Match Away - Chapter 4: Harry and Ginny in Sydney

By Miss EmYei Rating: M (18+)

Sometimes, stories don't end. They just... go quiet. Like the hush before a summer storm. Like a message left unread. Like two names still tangled together after all these years.

This isn't a love story. It's a story about what comes after. 🔗 Previous: Chapter 3: About to Expire 🔗 Next: Chapter 5: One Word, Too Much History Chapter 4 – Harry and Ginny in Sydney

Ginny Weasley didn’t waste time. She turned her love for Quidditch into a career, packed up her grief, and rebuilt her life under the Australian sun. Sydney wasn’t London. It didn’t carry the ghosts.

Not long after, Harry followed. Not for fame. Not for duty. Just to breathe.

He opened a tiny magical shop hidden in Taronga Zoo, tucked behind a wall of painted koalas and eucalyptus trees. You had to tap the wall and whisper "gumtree" to find it.

Sydney's magic was quieter—woven into street markets, surfboards, city parks. Harry liked that.

Some days, he trained with Ginny. Some days, he just flew, sunset painting the sky gold. Some days, they drank tea, traveled when they wanted, lived without ticking clocks or flashing headlines.

They didn’t have kids. They had freedom. And quiet routines. And memories they chose not to touch.

Except one.

Except Ron.

When Ron left—with Astoria Greengrass of all people—he left more than his family behind. He left a fracture no one could name. A silence too loud to ignore.

They didn’t speak of it. Not at dinners. Not even in dreams.

And Hermione—Hermione never spoke of it either. She just folded it into her heart like another unfinished story.

One Sunday evening, Ginny picked up Harry with a smoothie and a smile. They walked home like it was any other night.

Except tonight, Ginny said, "Hermione matched with someone."

And everything... shifted.

Hermione had shown her the photo. A man. Not suspicious. Not wizarding-world obvious.

But his eyes.

Those eyes Hermione had looked at like they hurt. Like they remembered too much.

"It's worse than an ex," Hermione had said.

Which left only one possibility.

Harry and Ginny sat in the small kitchen, tea steaming between them. Outside, the sea murmured against the coast.

"Maybe it's him," Ginny whispered.

Harry didn't deny it.

Some stories don't end. They just slip into your life when you're not looking. A match. A message. A mistake. A maybe.

✨ your turn ✨

What do you think? Is it him? And if it is... would you swipe right on a ghost from your past? 👀💬

Tell me in the comments or reblog with your theories— because something tells me this story is just getting started.

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One Match Away - Chapter 3: About to Expire

By Miss EmYei G Rating: M (18+)

🔗 Previous: Chapter 2 - Silver Among the Vines 🔗 Next: Chapter 4 – Harry and Ginny in Sydney - New Life, New Roots

Chapter 3: About to Expire Ginny always said the cure for a bad week was rosé and cheese. Hermione took the wine. Left the dairy to the braver souls.

After a week of playing corporate chess, side-eyeing gym selfies, and dodging dating profiles featuring dead fish, she deserved this. Deserved a couch. Deserved this soft pink wine dripping down her throat like it could rinse out the ache.

"So?" Ginny asked, casual as sin, swirling her glass. "Still swimming in the Sea of Limp Wands?"

Hermione almost choked on her grapes.

"There was... one," she admitted.

One.

One weird, familiar, heart-thudding ghost in the machine.

S.M. Vineyard. Dog. The kind of eyes you remember even when you spend a decade trying not to.

Ginny crowed over the profile like it was a new TV show. "He could have my passwords and my plants," she declared, unabashed.

Hermione smiled, but her chest tightened.

Because she knew. Knew without knowing.

That sometimes the past didn’t knock. It just slipped into your feed, swiped right, and dared you to open the door.

twenty minutes to detonation

Work dragged her back into calls and tasks. But under the deadlines, under the polite nodding, was him. Or maybe not him. She didn't know which was worse.

Ginny had called it fate. Hermione called it reckless curiosity.

Twenty minutes left on the match timer. Her finger hovered.

The screen pulsed like a heartbeat she didn't want to claim.

sunset confessions & old ghosts

Across the world, Draco was doing the same stupid dance.

Wine bleeding into his blood. Heat sticking to his half-open shirt. And Theo—good old Theo—snickering over the rim of his beer.

"You matched with Granger?" "You matched with Granger?"

Draco didn't laugh. Didn't smile.

He knew those eyes. Knew what it meant to be pulled back into gravity he thought he'd outflown.

Sixteen minutes left. A lifetime or a second, depending on who you were asking.

scar tissue

Hermione zipped her laptop closed. Checked the clock.

Fifteen minutes. Fourteen. Thirteen.

Fear tasted metallic on her tongue. The fear that if it was him, she would come undone in ways no therapy could ever stitch back together. And if it wasn't him... well. Disappointment was an old friend too.

She didn't let herself think. Just typed:

Hi.

Two letters. One word. A beginning.

Or a mistake.

Or maybe—maybe—something else.

Send.

She stared at the screen like it might catch fire.

Somewhere, miles of vines away, someone else's phone buzzed.

And the world, just slightly, tilted.

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Yes, the images are created with AI. I wrote the story during the pandemic.

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One Match Away – Chapter 2: Silver Among the Vines

By Miss EmYei G Rating: M (18+)

✨ Draco hadn’t planned to swipe right. He wasn’t looking for closure—especially not from the girl whose gaze still haunted him. But fate never asks for permission, does it?

🔗 Previous: Chapter 1 – Swipe Right 🔗 Next: Chapter 3 – About to Expire

Chapter 2: Silver Among the Vines

The silence here wasn’t magical. It was earthy. Heavy. Honest. The kind that settles in your chest and stays. Albus liked to say it healed people. Draco didn’t believe in healing. Only in distance.

He moved like the wind had directions he needed to follow— past rows of Shiraz and Cabernet, hands calloused from shears instead of spellwork. Surf wax beneath his nails. Salt in his lungs. Regret in every sunset-colored bottle uncorked at dusk.

He had traded everything— wand, war, name—for this life.

And then— a screen. A swipe. A match.

Not fate. Not magic. Just code.

But there she was. Her. Wild-hair-turned-wisdom-soft, with eyes that had seen too much and still showed up anyway.

Not Hermione. Not even Granger. Just Jane G. But he knew.

The kind of knowing that lives in your bones long after you've convinced yourself you’ve forgotten.

The neckline was lower now. Confidence, not cleavage. Still—he smiled. He’d known then. He knows now.

He should’ve left it. Should’ve put the phone down and gone back to the vines. To the silence. To the safety.

But his hand moved anyway. A traitor. A ghost of a boy who once cared too much, too late.

Swipe right.

Buzz.

It’s a match.

His breath caught. The dog lifted its head, ears perked. Even the sea seemed to pause.

Glass to lips. Wine on tongue. The taste of maybe.

And then—

"Bloody hell, Granger."

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One Match Away – Chapter 1: Swipe Right

By Miss EmYei Rating: M (18+)

✨ All she wanted was a distraction. But the moment she saw those silver eyes on her screen, Hermione knew: this wasn’t a match. It was a reckoning.

🔗 Previous: Prologue – The Last Year 🔗 Next: Chapter 2 – Silver Among the Vines

Chapter 1: Swipe Right

Hermione wasn’t chasing love. She was barely even chasing peace. All she wanted was quiet. A little flicker of distraction between strategy decks, traffic jams, and pretending to be the kind of woman who didn't flinch at her own reflection.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Not him. Not him. Definitely not him. She laughed once, sharp and bitter, when she saw a man posing with a tiger. Of course.

She was wrapped in the kind of comfort that doesn't impress anyone— old band tee, shorts too soft from too many washes, legs tangled in duvet hills. Her hair a halo of half-dry curls. The face of a girl who had once gone to war and grown into a woman expected to sparkle.

And then.

Him.

Not in name. Not even in posture. But in presence.

SM. 35. Vineyard. Dog. Surfboard. Shadowed smile.

And those eyes. Like polished stormclouds. Like apology and pride and ten winters trapped in a single look.

Her breath stuttered.

She told herself no. Said it out loud, even.

"He didn't have an S in his name."

But her heart was already sprinting. Muscle memory, maybe. Or foolishness. The part of her that always reached out when she should’ve retreated.

The app didn’t care. Didn’t pause. Didn’t whisper “maybe don’t” like a good friend might.

Just offered her a choice. A screen. A face.

She touched it.

Swipe right.

And with it— the sharp echo of old battles, old silences, and the terrifying promise of something new.

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One Match Away - Prologue: The last year

By Miss EmYei Rating: M (18+)

✨ Before the match. Before the vineyard. Before the swipe that changed everything—there was silence. And a war that never really ended.

🔗 Next chapter: Chapter 1 – Swipe Right

The castle was silent. Not the peaceful hush of winter nights at Hogwarts, when the wind would whistle through the towers. This was a different kind of silence—one that hurt. The walls still smelled of smoke, and the portraits along the halls seemed dimmer, as if they, too, were mourning.

Hermione Granger walked alone through the West Wing, where the Charms classrooms used to be. A direct hit had reduced them to rubble. The room no longer existed.

Just months earlier, the ground trembled with every spell, every scream, every fall. The battle was over—yes. But what came after was even harder. Rebuilding. Remembering. Learning how to breathe without flinching.

Draco Malfoy hadn't returned to the Slytherin dorms. He was rarely seen, and when he was, his eyes stayed down. Not many wanted to speak to him. Few were willing to admit he'd been a boy, too—a pawn trapped on an ancient battlefield.

They hadn't spoken again. Not since that night at Malfoy Manor. Not since he saw her on the floor, bloodied, her gaze full of so much dignity it forced him to look away.

Not until that day…

When they finally left Hogwarts, they took opposite paths—like lines that started from the same point but would never cross again.

Hermione went to Australia. Not for work. Not for travel. For love. For necessity. For redemption. She had erased her parents' memories. Now, she had to get them back. She promised herself that until they healed, she wouldn't allow herself to.

Draco, on the other hand, did something no one expected—he walked away from magic. Not with bitterness, but with resignation. He wanted a clean slate, far from everything. Sydney became his refuge, a place where he could blend into the tide and let the sea slowly wash away all he'd been.

And though they pretended the other no longer existed, deep down—in that locked-away part you only revisit during sleepless nights—they both knew something had been left unfinished.

A look. A choice. A moment that changed everything.

At 34, fate decided it was time to open that door again.

With a photo. With a match. With a pair of silver eyes Hermione swore she'd never see again.

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