Further Dramione One Shots (because there can never be too many)
[in no particular order; mind the tags — some of these are dark]
The Edge of the World by Phlox [T, 6.5k]
The only thing worse than living in the world the way it is now... is to bring a child into it.
Art: The Sea, Gustave Courbet, c. 1865
Eyes Open by orphan_account [T, 14.7k]
Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to you." Ten years later, and he's falling in love with her.
Art: General Étienne-Maurice Gérard (detail), Jacques Louis David, c. 1816
As Beautiful as Days Can Be by Phoebe [T, 6k]
It would be madness, anyway, an unthinkably slim chance that two children who hated each other, forced together in the dark of Hogwarts' endless passageways, might approach, if not understanding, something close kin to it. Might fight and fuck in that darkness. That one might, eventually, tell the other things; little things that can be very important.
Art: Villa am Meer I (Villa by the Sea I), Arnold Böcklin, c. 1864
altered states by sultrynuns [M, 1.5k]
Draco Malfoy is an omnipresent arsehole, and possibly the worst person Hermione's ever met. Naturally, she runs into him the one (1) time she tries to decompress before exams, only to find him in a chemically altered state. And maybe, just maybe, a little ego death is all he needs.
Art: Proteus, Cy Twombly, 1984
The Witching Hour by neilistic [E, 12.4k]
“I feel like—a meteor crashed into my house and I’m the only one who can see it. I feel like a sketch on a piece of parchment instead of a real person. I feel like I will curse the next person who tells me to ‘just enjoy it’.” Hermione never thought she would be a solo parent. No one told her that it would be boring, and devastating, and that she would be filled with so much joy that she might burst any second. No one told Draco he'd feel the same way.
Art: The Sixteenth of September, René Magritte, 1956
Blood Runs Stale by witchsoup [E, 2.8k]
Sacred Twenty-Eight blood is dying out, but the Malfoys never fail to produce an heir. Radiating triumph, Narcissa lifts a small, hot, red something into the air. And tears it in two.
Art: Every Night a Dream Visits Us, Alfred Kubin, 1900
there's always a straight way to the point by B_LovedHunter [T, 13.1k]
Hermione becomes an Animagus just in time for the start of her 8th year. Surprise. She's a cat. While roaming Hogwarts, she comes across a very distressed Draco Malfoy. Against her better judgement, she decides to comfort him. It turns out Draco is a cat person.
Art: Jardin Bleue, Jean Mallard, undated
you were kind of punk rock, i grew up on hip hop by perennial [T, 8k]
The lindworm shedding a skin was akin to watching a cicada crack open its husk and step out, though the thick shell he left behind collapsed somewhat, like a hot air balloon still holding air but without hot flames keeping it taut. "Ta-da," he said. The disappointment was hope-crushing. He was less black underneath, more streaks of brilliant new iridescent green, but the shape and size of him didn't look any different. Hermione breathed through her panic. After this she only had nine dresses left.
Art: The Bride & The Lindorm, Henry Justice Ford, 1897
La Belle Dame sans Merci by fleurizel [T, 14.2k]
In which Draco is Hogwarts’ triwizard champion, Hermione doesn't need rescuing, and we discover the virtues of hypocrisy.
Art: Ophelia, John Byam Shaw, c. 1900
bitter/sweet by provocative_envy [M, 5.6k]
When I finally came, it felt as if I had been flayed open, spine exposed, a cachet of fireworks set off in half-second increments along my vertebrae as he murmured my name so reverently I could not help but think that there must be some magic to it, to me, to him.
Art: At the Breakfast Table, Carl Vilhelm Holsøe, c. 1888-1935
Where the Magic is by Argosy [T, 11.4k]
After Dumbledore’s death, Draco Malfoy vanished without a trace. Ten years later he may have re-emerged as a robber of Muggle banks. Can a bushy-haired gal from Magical Law Enforcement find happiness in the arms of a grey-eyed Master Criminal?
Art: Tahitian Landscape (detail), Paul Gaugin, 1892
I'm Never Lonely When I'm With You by PacificRimbaud [M, 5k]
"I won’t take the room." She shakes her head emphatically. "Living with you is totally out of the question." "Obviously." “But if I did—" His brow furrows. "Would you?"
Art: Christmas in Madison Square Park (detail), Paul Cornoyer, c. 1910
Best Shot by AccioMjolnir [M, 23.6k]
It's eighth year and Hermione is trying to navigate her post-war friendship with Draco Malfoy and a relationship with Ron Weasley when she gets an unexpected visit from someone who knows her better than anyone: herself. Thrown back from the future, an older Hermione drops a bombshell on her: she has only three days to set things right, or Draco dies.
Art: Gothic Windows in the Ruins of the Monastery at Oybin, Carl Gustav Carus, c. 1828
Room Serviced by pir8fancier [E, 6.6k]
Post Hogwarts. Kids still at war. Angsty, angry, and men and women doing it in hotel rooms. This is obviously an AU by now.
Art: Misery (detail), Cristóbal Rojas, 1886
Admission by eevilalice [E, 7.2k]
Harry's been captured by Death Eaters, while Ron and Hermione have taken a prisoner of their own: Draco Malfoy. What is Hermione willing to do to find Harry?
Art: Camp Fire (detail), Winslow Homer, 1880
Just As It Is by Phoebe [M, 5.8k]
"Magic doesn't matter. It—" She was losing what she had to say. It was slipping away from her, when she had held it so clear and tight in the dim room, staring at herself in the mirror, and imagining another face at which she would speak. "It's not the most important thing about people," she mumbled. Tonks nodded sharply, and Hermione bit her lip. "It's not. That's all. Thank you."
Art: Wolves, Andrew Wyeth, c. 1960s
Anima Sola by storycat9 [G, 1.8k]
Draco has been a hair-trigger ball of panic, dread, rage and exhaustion all Sixth Year. All he needs is one more thing to bring everything crashing down. So of course some arsehole decides it would be hilarious to spike his morning tea with Amortentia.
Art: Closed Eyes, Odilon Redon, c. 1894
Les Pelerins by pacificrimbaud [M, 10k]
Les pèlerins: pilgrims; travelers on a journey to a holy place. Hermione Granger refused to believe in fate. She’d had enough of destiny and prophecies to last a lifetime. But try as she may, she felt, sometimes, that an invisible golden thread stretched out and away from her. All she could do was follow it.
Art: Doll's House Ceiling-Painting of a Sky with Birds, Nicolaes Piemont, c. 1690-1709