Oxford Elise

Mostly here for the Dramione FanFiction. Dark Academia Vibes

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No matter how many Dramione stories I read, the shift from 'Granger' to 'Hermione' and from 'Malfoy' to 'Draco' does inexplicable things to my heart. every. fucking. time.

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If you’re following me and awaiting the newest chapter of Almost, Always (Better Than Revenge), I sincerely apologize for the delay. I really appreciate your patience and understanding.

My father has been hospitalized, surgery, and is on hospice. I don’t have the mental capacity to create right now.

Apologies,

Oxford Elise

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When I woke up today, I didn’t know it would end with me thinking this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

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No More Chocolate Milk

My dad is dying, and there’s no more chocolate milk.

The fridge hums.

Light spills onto the tile.

I close it. Open it again.

My dad is dying, and the laundry has been sitting too long.

It smells sour when I lift the lid.

I turn the dial all the way around.

I start it again.

My dad is dying, and I can’t find my other shoe.

I stand there with one on, one off.

I check the closet.

I check the closet.

My dad is dying, and I leave the groceries on the counter.

The ice cream softens in the carton.

A ring of milk spreads on the wood.

I stand there and watch it darken the wood.

My dad is dying, and someone is mowing the lawn.

The engine idles, then roars.

Grass clings to the walkway.

I watch the straight lines from a distance

and wish I could smell it.

My dad is dying, and I burn the toast.

Smoke curls toward the ceiling.

I scrape it black into the sink.

I leave the knife there.

My dad is dying, and there’s a stain on my shirt.

I scrub until the fabric thins.

My hands ache from the effort

but I keep going.

My dad is dying, and I think about chocolate milk.

The empty shelf.

Everything else lined up around it.

The empty space is hard to look at.

My dad is dying, and everything small

keeps happening.

Keeps happening.

Keeps happening.

My dad is dying.

-OxfordElise

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Almost, Always (Better Than Revenge)

Thank you to @vivianaster for this BEAUTIFUL cover art! Better Than Revenge is being retitled -> Almost, Always.

Chapter Forty-Five: Live

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A big turning-point chapter featuring:

✨ Draco crossing the Great Hall ✨ Harry finally apologizing ✨ Ron not apologizing ✨ Blaise Zabini taking full credit for everything ✨ and Draco Malfoy deciding he’s done hiding

Some reckonings had been a long time coming.

If you like Dramione slow burn, redemption arcs, and emotionally messy Hogwarts politics, this chapter was a big one for me. Of course, Blaise Zabini, professional instigator, would like it noted that none of this would have happened without him.

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Almost, Always (Better Than Revenge)

Previously posted as Better Than Revenge, now rebranded as Almost, Always.

Chapter 44: Vigil

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In the aftermath of Draco's near-death encounter with Harry in Myrtle's bathroom, Hermione waits for Draco to wake up.

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Chapter Forty-One: Slash

Chapter Forty-Two: Slash | AO3 | FFN | He was three steps from the doors when they opened. Applause broke across the Hall like a wave.

Draco stopped dead.

She stood framed in the doorway—Katie Bell—alive, unbroken, smiling as though she hadn’t spent months suspended between worlds.

For a long, impossible second, everything went quiet.

Katie’s eyes met his.

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Tribulation - Session Two - Control

Tribulation (a Dramione fanfiction by OxfordElise)

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The war is over. The damage isn’t. Draco Malfoy volunteers for a post-war trauma rehabilitation program and is paired with Hermione Granger as his peer sponsor. Through shared conversations about guilt, memory, and survival, they begin to build something neither of them thought they were allowed to have: understanding. A slow-burn story about PTSD, moral injury, and recovery that isn’t linear.

SESSION TWO - Control

What do you do to feel in control?

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Tribulation - A Dramione Fanfic by OxfordElise

SESSION ONE - Collision | AO3 | FFN | The war is over. The damage isn’t. Draco Malfoy volunteers for a post-war trauma rehabilitation program and is paired with Hermione Granger as his peer sponsor. Through shared conversations about guilt, memory, and survival, they begin to build something neither of them thought they were allowed to have: understanding. A slow-burn story about PTSD, moral injury, and recovery that isn’t linear.

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My biggest flaw is that I want magic. I want life to feel important. I want purpose and danger. I want something bigger than what we’ve got, you know? I want it to be like the movies. Like Literature. Kisses that bring back the dead. Wars that decimate the ruling class. Prophesies. Angry Gods. Immortality. I’ve been spoiled with too many stories, reality pales in comparison. And I don’t know what to do about it.

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Chapter Forty: Pulse

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For a moment, for this moment, they were not Slytherin or Gryffindor or traitor or martyr or doomed.

They were Hermione and Draco, no masks, no expectations, just the quiet thrum of shared breath, and the unspoken promise that they would carry each other, no matter the cost.

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I’m so mad that em-dashes are getting treated as a sure tell for “AI writing”—like, I have loved em-dashes since FOREVER. They’re expressive! They’re dramatic! They let a sentence breathe and spiral and then snap back together! You will find em-dashes scattered throughout fanfics I wrote over a decade ago, back when the only thing judging my prose was a sleep-deprived reader on a dying laptop.

And now every time my fingers hover over that beautiful little punctuation mark, I get this gut-crunching anxiety like, oh no, are people going to think I outsourced my personality to a robot? Do I need to stop using the punctuation that best matches the way my brain actually works because ai think bots decided they, too, like em-dashes???

Anyway I will be continuing to use em-dashes—loudly, lovingly, and on purpose—exactly the way I always have. I’m not changing how I write just because people decided em-dashes mean something else now—they’ve been here the whole time.

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Just a Stray by Oxford Elise

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They praise Hermione Granger for her loyalty, even as it rots her alive. When devotion becomes a leash, she must decide whether to keep guarding the grave—or leave it behind.

Inspired by the song: Rusted From the Rain by Billy Talent, written for the Broken But Still Breathing fest by RavenclawViking.

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Precipice

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Draco:

Tears of Joy was a ridiculous notion. 

No one cries simply because they’re happy. 

Hermione:

Hermione gathered her things with careful precision, the small rituals of order steadying her hands. If the world were unraveling, then she would meet it with structure. Logic. Ink on parchment.

Order, she reminded herself, was a kind of mercy. Work was what kept the fear quiet, and the rhythm that kept her breathing. 

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No matter how many Dramione stories I read, the shift from 'Granger' to 'Hermione' and from 'Malfoy' to 'Draco' does inexplicable things to my heart. every. fucking. time.

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Align

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Align

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Hermione tells Draco of her plan... the plan she hopes will save them all. Draco attends his first occlumency lesson with Snape. It all feels too good to be true, doesn't it?

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Storm

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Storm | AO3 | FFN | The words tumbled faster now, shaped by years of belief and disillusionment. “This school taught us that knowledge is power, that truth matters, that doing what’s right matters, and yet you hide behind strategy and secrets. Your school has taught me to question everything, and I am. I’m questioning you.”