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[softkombuchaa]

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[littlemssdeath]

LADIES ALWAYS RISE ABOVE

Astoria Greengrass Doesn't Want Draco's Pale Arse | Astoria Plays Dramione Matchmaker

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81558291/chapters/214479236

17k words COMPLETE

Astoria was a pragmatic witch. The war had toughened her up and shook her world so hard that she decided to take control of her story for once hand for all. Her seventh year at Hogwarts would be the perfect opportunity. The life she desired was at the grasp of her and, and she wasn’t going to let anything stop her from achieving it.

But first, she had to take an obstacle out of the way. All 6 feet of him.

For her entire life, Astoria was aware that she was expected to marry Draco Malfoy. And for the most part, she had been satisfied with that. But, everything had changed. Marriage was not in her future plans, and the Malfoys' vaults weren’t nearly as full as they once were. To add insult to injury, Draco was already in love with someone else.

Over her dead body, would that marriage happen. Even if it meant she had to pull a few strings.

[venusinaries444]

Helios - NOW COMPLETE

Chapter 24

Hermione had become the Sun. She exploded with power, her body shooting up to hover above the ground. Beams of light emanated from her, enveloping her completely.

She was radiant.

Draco approached her carefully, feeling her awesome power undulating, pulsing wildly off her body like waves. As he took another step closer, he felt immense heat reaching out to caress him, warming up his skin. She was beautiful to behold but also terrifying in her magnificence.

Beneath all that power lay the woman he loved, the woman he would do anything for. Draco didn’t want to lose her. He took yet another step, and then the Being’s eyes suddenly snapped to him, pinning him in place. Nothing remained of those gorgeous amber eyes he loved so well; instead, they were replaced by piercing orbs of glowing white that examined him closely and instantly disregarded him, as if they saw down to the core of him and found him lacking. 

“Mortal,” roared an amplified voice that was both Hermione’s and not at the same time. “Come no closer.”

He stopped abruptly, frozen in place at the command. 

“Why have you summoned me?”

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I’m so happy it’s here! Come and meet Pansy in all her glorious chaos 😂

This fic is perfect if you want something light and fun to read, with plenty of fluff and smut.

Draco is just such a perfect gentleman in this 🥰💚 and I hope you love Hermione and Pansy’s friendship as much as I do.

Happy reading! ❤️🌸

Summary under the cut!

Becoming best friends with Pansy Parkinson was not something Hermione saw coming.

Her carefully ordered life is turned upside down when Pansy discovers just how tragically single she is and appoints herself Hermione’s matchmaker in chief. There’s just one problem: Pansy is hell bent on setting her up with Draco Malfoy.

Clearly, Pansy has lost the plot if she ever thinks that could work.

But then she runs into Draco again and realises he’s nothing like she remembers. He’s charming, kind and annoyingly attractive.

Could Pansy actually be onto something here? Or will this be a total disaster?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84066996/chapters/221652651

[dariaastrid]

He takes a sip, not taking his eyes off the table on the opposite side when Blaise appears next to him: “Draco? Where have you been staring all evening, huh?” Draco doesn't move, and Blaise stands up next to him. “Merlin's balls, am I hallucinating? Granger? Why is that? She wasn't your type?” “Blaise.” “You'll be on the front page of The Prophet in no time. Your reputation isn't that good, sweety.” Granger smiles at Potter, flashing an even row of teeth. It makes his heart warm, and Draco continues to watch, basking in Granger's rays of joy. If he could, he would steal her smile, making it his own personalised sunshine. Very poetic, you prat. An unacceptable and audacious vision creeps into Draco's head, where a radiant smile stretches across her plump lips as she hugs the pillow in his bed. He's gone off the deep end... “Mate, stop it,” Blaise whispers, leaning towards him. “Every-everyone is watching. Skeeter is on your tail. Time to look at the model from the latest issue of ‘Veela's spell’. Come on.”

Chapter 6. Little innocent lie.

Prometheus

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dramione fanfic always prevails 🥹

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[hauntingofthewind]

The Year Draco Malfoy meets Hermione Granger

Chapter 1: The Meeting

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ pairings: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger/Dramione

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ genre: forbidden love, slow romance, slight angst, hurt/comfort, slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers, loathing.

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ warnings: violence. sadist!draco, assassin!draco, mentions of slurs (mudblood), morally grey hermione.

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ summary: Draco Malfoy, a death eater slash student in Durmstrang, is an assigned assassin with one ultimate order to kill Hermione Granger, the brightest witch of her age, a top student in Hogwarts. Not only because she is a mudblood, she will also contribute in the downfall of Lord Voldemort according to the prophecy they received.

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ words count: 4,233 counting

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ posted in Ao3 as well (here)

༘˚⋆𖦹.˚ parts: ch.2 (and counting)

"You will need to kill her."

The sound of fire crippling, burning the remaining woods Dobby took just an hour ago. This house, his house, is always his favorite sanctuary whenever he visits back from Durmstrang, library is his favorite spot to hide from his dotting mother, Narcissa Black Malfoy and his nagging father, Lucius Malfoy.

Malfoy Manor is his place, it's the only place he feels like he is safe from the pressure of everyone, the pressure of school and the heavy burden of being a Death Eater.

The Assassin.

And now he is sitting there, in the head of the dining table in their manor, Lord Voldemort. Draco doesn't know what entice him to choose Malfoy Manor to be the headquarters of meetings with the murderous Death Eaters, but he can't say anything, he can't say no. He will never say no to his Lord. As the sacred 28 family of the Wizarding World, the choice is to be one of them or die trying to deny, the sacred 28 is rooted in pureblood supremacy, in the beliefs that wizarding family needs to be clean of all mud, of filthy blood and somehow along the way it matches with Lord    Voldemort's ideology.

"Harry Potter belongs to me and I know he will die in my hands, but we have another problem..." Voldemort's voice have the notion of being breathy, almost throaty as if he doesn't have the energy to talk, it was like a hiss of a snake. It never settles right with Draco, the way he's talking always sets the silver-blond haired off. "There is this girl... his friend," he stops, looks around but nobody ever dare to look him in the eye, no one.

"A mudblood will contribute of my downfall, she is fighting with Harry Potter." He chuckles, demeaning and disgusted. "A mudblood." he repeats, now he doesn't laugh, not anymore. His voice stern and clean, he got up from his seat.

"A mudblood will kill me!" He yells, slamming both his pale fits on the table, the table where Draco shares delicious dinner with his family every night, the table where he will celebrate Christmas with his dotting mother, the table he crammed up his homework. He flinches, his shoulder jolted up.

"That will never happen, my Lord. I can kill her for you, quick and easy my Lord." Bellatrix Lestrange grovels, she shoved her chest out with shoulder high and broad-she knows she can do it, easy to kill mudblood for her, it is her sport.

She twirls her hair, nodding in agreement to herself with doe crazy eyes pleading to the Dark Lord, Draco sits in silence and disgust.

"No." Is the only answer Voldemort utters, he looks around the room as if deep in thinking, his piercing red gaze lowered when he sees Draco with his blank stare and face, emotionless. He is detached.

"I want you, my boy." His disgustingly long nails pointed to Draco, the paleness in his face spread even more, his eyes slashed with horror in split second before he grounds himself to normalcy. 

Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions. Show no emotions.

"Yes, my Lord?" Draco clears his throat, nodding to Voldemort.

"You will infiltrate Hogwarts, meet her and kill her."

"How do you want me to do it? Quick or?" The pale looking man still has his blank stare with no emotions, but now his pale blue orbs focused on the Dark Lord.

"No. Slow. I want you to take your time, there is no need to rush my young boy." Voldemort hissed, his long nails petting Nagini, his beloved snake, "We have time... my friend here still need to do his bidding with the ministry, I want everything in my hands first before I make any more move. I want everything to conclude beautifully, gracefully." He continued, the snake is now traveling across the dining table before going back to her master.

Draco hates snakes.

"I want you to see Hogwarts, study how they protect the castle, find ways for us to get in without causing any ruckus, befriend her... asks her questions about the castle, about Harry Potter. Whatever you need to do as a genius young boy to make my plan a success, I will reward your family a fortune." Voldemort nods, he keeps nodding slowly as if wanting Draco to understand what he meant without ever needing to repeat, he loves it when his followers just understand him.

He hates needing to teach them anything, or guide them. 

"But my Lord, he is in Durmstrang now doing his last semester and I-" Lucius Malfoy's voice is shaking, very much apparent that he is scared to voice out his opinions but he fears nothing more than Draco Malfoy being a student in Hogwarts.

He did his best to send his little boy to Durmstrang, his enough power and money he has succeeded in sending him away where only pureblood enters the school, distancing his only son from the hogwash of Hogwarts.

Voldemort stops his motion on touching Nagini, yet his red gaze still remains in the skin of his beautiful snake. The corner of his mouth lifts up, and it shut Lucius immediately with whimpers of apologies he uttered, hiding behind his long silver hair.

Draco doesn't hear the crackling sound of the woods anymore, the fire has burned out long time ago for that the entire dining room has gone colder, shivers running down his spine to his ankles. It's cold, he hates cold. He hates Durmstrang.

Cold. Durmstrang is cold. Latched on the alps of snow and ice. He hates cold.

He feels cold.

Draco shifts uncomfortably, hugging himself softly, trying to warm up.

"You start tomorrow, Draco..." Voldemort stands behind him, he doesn't notice his moves... yet what to expect from a man like him, is he even a man at all. Draco hears Voldemort whispers before he vanished into thin air with Nagini, never to be seen until he is called upon or he calls. He feels warmer now, better, his paleness gone.

Tomorrow is the new start of year, he finds himself dragged to eight year in Durmstrang already, what a great surprise. Every year he comes back to that school he wishes he can somehow kill himself so that he can escape the heavy feeling on his chest that is twisted like a rust screw.

He doesn't like Durmstrang, he wants to be in Hogwarts for his childhood friends all went to that school, he was separated from the kids ever since they were just ten going eleven, he hasn't seen them for a long time as well for their schedules somehow clashes. Zabini, Nott, Parkinson, those are his friends whom he misses dearly. 

Before he gets up from his seat, the fireplace burns with green fire, floo from who?

As if the universe answers Draco's mind, Igor Karkaroff appears from the fireplace, he is a notorious Death Eater who has been the headmaster of Durmstrang for a while now. Nobody is brave enough to knock him down, some whispers are saying that he is part of the Death Eater, which is foremost true, but no one believes that Voldemort is back.

"You, young man, apologies for the sudden plan but I have already arranged your move to Hogwarts. Temporary of course, your father begged me not to move you permanently so I talked with Dumbledore that my smartest student in the final year will be joining Hogwarts for a student exchange kind of thing, I don't know that he is that dumb and oblivious to accept you maybe it's the age talking."

He laughed, taking the scotch from the small table near the fire place before gulping it down like it is water. He has the energy to talk for a long time, quickly as well, Draco doesn't like him tad bit.

"Thank you, sir. Father, mum." Draco nods to each one of them, but only kisses his mother on the cheek. He leaves the dining room and closed the door behind him, before he sighs the longest breath, his eyes are trailing along the hallway of his manor. He feels weird, as if he is excited.

He looks down to his sweaty palms before squeezing them, he feels more alive than ever.