DramioneLovers

❝They say there’s a fine line between love and hate. We danced along that line for most of my time with you. Sometimes swaying one way, sometimes swaying the other.❞ -Branded

[ohmycrush]

Dramione of the brain, and you can't blame me for it

[raiseyourwandshigh]

Three Weeks

No closure. No explanation. No kindness spent on the way out. He had simply vanished.

[ivmaruva]

“Our Little Secret 🤫”

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[vita-cheryl-creation]

[raiseyourwandshigh]

Wildflowers and Firewhisky

The room smelled like polished oak and nostalgia. Hogwarts hadn’t changed much. The Great Hall still glowed with floating candles and too-bright memories, the enchanted ceiling mirroring the star-flecked night above. It had been fifteen years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and tonight was the reunion no one thought they’d ever actually attend.

Hermione Granger adjusted her deep green robes and smoothed the curl threatening to escape from behind her ear. She’d been honored at the entrance for her work with the MagiKind Initiative—an organization that pushed legislation for centaur rights and offered legal aid to magical creatures. It was important work. Purposeful. But she felt… untethered. Like the person they kept introducing in headlines wasn't quite her.

She made her way toward the long tables, where laughter echoed like ghosts. Familiar faces surrounded her, older now, weathered but smiling. Dean Thomas was animatedly talking about his art gallery in Paris. Parvati Patil shared news of her recent divination discoveries that had been published in a peer-reviewed journal. Luna, ethereal as always, flitted about in robes adorned with tiny floating jellyfish. Lavender stood glass in hand, talking with Kingsley Shacklebolt, discussing the legislation she had just pushed for lycanthropy rights reform.

Then she saw him.

Neville Longbottom.

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[bluekeyboardwrites]

SMOKE SIGNALS

Voldemort gave Draco Malfoy a task, but it wasn't killing Dumbledore. In the summer before sixth year, a reluctant Draco appeared in Hermione Granger's muggle suburb to offer her the only thing he could: a warning.

The story of how two sworn enemies learned of something far more powerful than hatred...devotion.

[reignnyx1302]

After the war, Hermione returns to Hogwarts to rebuild her life—haunted by the memory of parents who died without remembering her. Draco comes back under Ministry orders, bitter and broken. Forced proximity, lingering trauma, and a slow unraveling of everything they thought they knew leads to an unexpected truth: sometimes, love grows from ruin.

@dramioneasks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64878193/chapters/166753042

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Rise and Fall Chapter 24

They stepped into the villa without a word, the last flickers of the enchanted lanterns still glowing against the skin of Hermione’s bare shoulder as she crossed the threshold. Her gown trailed behind her, kissed with grains of sand from the cliffside.

Draco watched her move through the dim light—his wife, finally.

Wife.

He shut the door slowly behind them, his chest aching with the fullness of the word.

She turned to face him in the center of the room, barefoot on the stone floor, the gold-and-emerald braid in her hair catching the light of the moon. Her eyes shimmered, wide and soft, and when she reached for him, Draco crossed the space in three strides.

His mouth met hers with reverence. Starved. His hands were already on her waist, sliding up the folds of silk and down the curve of her spine, memorizing every line that had already been carved into his soul.

[cnfucianism]

Harry… Is it me or do Draco and Mummy look like two people who don’t want to be followed?

[appeltjesgroen]

Happy (Draco finally had the guts to kiss Hermione) Valentine’s day~ 💕✨

[taylersketches]

In the stacks 👀