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Sweeter the Second Time Around by @roseharpermaxwell

Draco did not buy Honeydukes for the sole purpose of becoming reacquainted with Hermione Granger. 

He did not.

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Universal Laws by @misdemeanor1331

The initial report arrives mid-afternoon, prefaced by a note scrawled in Harry’s untidy hand. Hermione reads it twice before tucking it into Draco’s file. The Auror Office’s version of events is too sanitised to be helpful. It provides the broad strokes, but Hermione is a Healer. Diagnosis depends on details. If she has to wait for the primary source to regain consciousness, then so be it.

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On the Virtues of Inexhaustible Burning by @pacific-rimbaud

Draco finds Perseus in the field of stars outside the window. “Old magic. Ancient. Practically fairy stuff.”

“What does it do?”

“Long life.” Perseus looks like a fucking dancing clown. “Long love.”

“And?”

Flip a coin once, and the odds are even.

Now flip it for a lifetime; the fairies love a game.  

“Less of the pain.”

“What do the gifts mean?”

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“Have you ever thought of making more of these rings? You could monetise these easily,” said Granger, holding the ring aloft.

“Do I look like I need money?” asked Draco.

Granger levelled a stare at him. Her back straightened. They had been dangerously close to lapsing into a civil conversation and she seemed to have forgotten who she was talking to. She sniffed in lieu of responding.

“Anyway, I can’t mass-produce the ring.”

“Right.” Granger was weighing the ring in the palm of her hand. “Because this isn’t just some trinket you put a few neat charms on.”

“No.”

“This is an Artefact.”

“Indeed.”

“A family heirloom, if I were to hazard a guess.”

“Yes.”

Of course she’d spotted the concealment charm that made the ring look like a plain silver band. Now she tapped her wand to reveal the ring’s true appearance -- an ornate silver ouroboros, ever eating its own tail. And on the inside, the family motto: Sanctimonia Vincet Semper. Purity will always conquer.

“You’re certain this ring won’t immediately attempt to amputate my finger? I’m not Pure, after all,” said Granger.

Draco felt that the temperature in Granger’s office had dropped rather suddenly.

“Did you see a sign of Dark magic?” asked Draco. Too quickly -- he’d sounded defensive. Blast.

“If there was Dark magic, it’s gone now,” said Granger.

She tapped the ring again, reverting it back to the plain silver band. She looked thoughtful.

“I’ll need some time to go through this extremely comprehensive list of recommendations,” she said at length.

“Take the time you need,” said Draco. “But know that the alternative is Shacklebolt setting up a camp bed for me, for overnights in your laboratory.”

She eyed him, then seemed to decide that he must be joking. “I’ll need to think about item fifty-six in particular. Do you want the ring back in the meantime?”

“Keep it,” said Draco.

excerpt from Chapter 2: Draco Malfoy, Genius Inventor

Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by @isthisselfcare

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Hermione inhaled until she had no room for air, then released it all in a single breath that left her lightheaded. "Sorry, my emotions are all over the place." "Even in the best of times, emotions are tricky and hard to name. They masquerade as one another, they come and go, and they mutate like wisps in the wind." "I don't understand." "Ask anger what its name is, and it may tell you that it's fear. Ask fear to identify itself, and it may tell you its name is hate or sadness. It might even tell you that it's love." Hermione closed her eyes at the word trying to ease the growing pressure in her chest. "It's all relative. Sometimes emotions blur the lines between reality and belief." "It's not that I don't feel anything, it's—it's been slowly consuming me since I put a name to it. I've been in love before, that was easy, but this time I'm floundering." "I've never heard love described as easy. What if it were wearing a different mask before?" Kingsley chuckled ruefully. "Perhaps this is why you're struggling." "Why do you say that?" "Of all the emotions, love is not easy. It is natural, though you have to learn and differentiate its shape depending on each person. It's a fight. A conscious choice that requires constant effort." Kingsley paused as the weight of his words settled around them. "Love may not always be kind, but it is forgiving. Let it serve as your guide." excerpt from Chapter 34: Eurydice

Measure of a Man by @inadaze22​

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Mulled Wine and Kisses by Musyc [ @willhavetheirtrinkets​ ]

She'd only thought before to give him a moment of distraction, but now her thoughts were leading an entirely different direction.

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A Muggle-born Magic by @willhavetheirtrinkets​ (Musyc)

Regency-era AU. Physician's daughter Hermione Granger finds herself in need of a way to pay off her father's debts after his death. Draco Malfoy, retired from the politics of the Isolationists, a group of pure-bloods bent on separating 'true' magic from lesser folk, finds himself in need of a tutor for his son, Scorpius, who appears to be incapable of magic and must learn to survive in a world without it. Draco also needs a wife and mother for Scorpius, to satisfy a promise to his unwell father. After she saves his son from an attack by Isolationists, Draco hires the Muggle-born Miss Granger for the former, and after a riot in Vauxhall Gardens and a scandalous discovery made by his mother, weds that selfsame Muggle-born for the latter. While making the best of her marriage of (in)convenience, Hermione discovers that Scorpius' history of wild imaginings and dreams is more than just imagination. As she attempts to teach him about magical abilities no one expected he would ever have, she and Draco work together to raise Scorpius and learn to trust each other.

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"I can read that for you." Scorpius held the note to his chest. Protective. As if he thought she were going to take it away. "It's your note, Scorpius. And it's also your choice." Hermione meant that. "I won't take that from you. I just wanted to try and read it to you so you know what it says." After another solid minute of deliberation, he handed it to her with slow hesitation. Accepting it graciously, Hermione shifted her chair closer so they could look at it together. Hermione opened her mouth to read, but it instantly went dry when she deciphered it. It was… Personal. Private. Genuine. Hermione couldn't read it out loud. Wouldn't. But Scorpius was looking at her with eager blue eyes and gods, she had volunteered. "It says—" Hermione cleared her throat of another lump and read a father's written words of devotion. "You're the best choice I've ever made." excerpt from Chapter 13: Shape of Your Heart

Measure of a Man by @inadaze22