If you’ve been reading Pinky Promise, you’ll know that I lost someone this year. So I did what I’ve been doing since I was 8 years old—I dove deeply into one of my fandom obsessions, and thus, Rizzo was born.
I’ve been shipping Dramione since I was 13. I’ve read fics throughout the years, but I finally caved and made an ao3 account to share the stories I’ve been playing out in my imagination.
I juggle a lot in my life and rarely have as much time to create as I’d like, but I carve out time each week to write, draw, read other fics, and admire the incredible art in the Dramione community because it brings me joy. I hope you feel the same when you read my stories and look at my art. Honestly, that’s all I want.
Thank you for being here. You matter (to me), and I look forward to another year!
Draco Malfoy needed a break. Desperate to cut loose away from the idiots at the Daily Prophet who liked to follow him with cameras, his best friend Theo ropes him and several work colleagues in for a night out in muggle London. What he doesn't expect is to bump into someone who has been missing from the Wizarding World for the past three years. Dramione.
Ten years have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and birthrates have steadily declined. In order to save the Wizarding World, the Minister enacts a Marriage Law.
And Hermoine Granger is ready to burn down the patriarchy to make sure that doesn't happen.
I was just casually stalking your blog, and saw the writing prompt thingy, and was wondering if you were still doing it. I like 5 & 7 for dramione! “If you don’t stop talking I’m going to have to kiss you.” or “I have twenty pages left in my book and if you don’t shut up I will do one of the follow: scream, cry, or throw my book at you.”
AAAAAH!!!! I never saw this message???? So sorry anon, who has probably forgotten that this message was ever sent, seeing as I have no idea when it was, well, sent. Since I’ve neglected it for so long, I’ve done both in the hope that one day you’ll see it (and I kind of cheated because one is like a… deleted scene from my fanfic). Enjoy :)
Twenty Pages
High and low, and in every possible cranny of the old Hogwarts Castle, Hermione had tried to find a suitable, tranquil place to read. The Gryffindor common room was crowded to the point of bursting out the windows, and every hall was filled with more students than she thought even went to the school. And everywhere she went, someone from her year was begging her to help them revise. But she would refuse them, because for once, she wanted to relax. She had prepared herself for all her classes this week, and would take that Sunday as a treat. She wanted to read. And she’d thought - thought being the operative word - that she’d finally settled on a place - a place she had hidden as a last resort, because of… well…
“How is that even after you’ve done all things considered studious and proper, you still find time to waste reading - when there are obviously better things to occupy your time,” Draco groaned from behind.
They both sat on a sofa, surrounded by books and the warmth and light of a crackling fire. But most importantly, she seemed to be surrounded by him. Hermione had, at some point, become enveloped by long, finely dressed legs, and just as long arms. At the time, her mind had been too occupied by allegories and imagery to find any danger in leaning against his chest. Now, Hermione saw the trap he’d set for her. Over the course of a few paragraphs, Draco had managed to coil his legs around hers, making it impossible to move without tripping and tumbling.
“Truly, Draco,” she muttered dryly, not looking up from her book.
From the moment Hermione had opened the door and spotted Draco lounging in their secret library, a haven for two created by the Room of Requirement, she’d known very reading would be done. If he had his way. And he usually did, though today she was quite determined to focus.
His annoyance at this projected itself through his fingers, which toyed and tugged at her hair. If his fingers weren’t deep in her hair, they were tickling the ivories on her shoulder and collarbone. The tune was rather suggestive, and distracting. And of course, all in a selfish attempt to make her pay more attention to him.
So, in retaliation, Hermione thoroughly ignored him.
And, in retaliation, Draco spoke.
“I’m bored,” Draco moaned, pained. “Entertain me… or maybe I should entertain you,” he pondered slowly, dangerously. His fingers took a bow after finishing out the song on a crescendo that left them heatedly pressed to either side of her throat. He stroked the skin there, and the words on Hermione’s page went a tad blurry.
Hermione cleared her throat, as if that would push his hands away.
It didn’t.
“You know, I actually think I read the book in your hands. Don’t you just love the irony towards the end, when that bastard character- what’s his name, again? Oh, you know the one. He’s the wizard who traps-”
“Oh, would you please!” Hermione shrieked, turning to glare at that cocky, sneaky face of his. Sometimes, she was torn between flogging and snogging him.
“I have twenty pages left in my book and- if you don’t shut up- I will do one of the following: scream, cry, or throw my book at you! Maybe even all three!”
Draco was all smiles at the proposal.
“Galvan! That’s his name. He’s the wizard who traps that girl’s family- uh, Edith? Yes! Traps them and her in the burning house. You got to that part I’m su-”
Book shut, she bashed it into Draco’s chest.
“Shut up!”
He winced, but apparently was a masochist at heart because- “But surely you know that Edith d-”
“I said shut up!” Hermione howled, beating him this way and that with the blunt front of the book. His arms flinched away from her, tried to shield his body from further assault, but she was going for any part of him that she could- thighs, arms, and especially that daft head of his.
She hadn’t thought that this might’ve been a part of his trap.
As swift as Hermione’s attacks were, so was his retaliation. In a moment, the book was snatched out of her hands. Draco held it high in the air with the one arm Hermione wasn’t clawing at.
“You spoiled brat! Give it back!” She huffed as she reached for it, but more she tried, the further into the sofa he leaned, to put the book too far out of her modest reach. So, she began her climb over him, and had nearly gotten her fingers around the corner of the book when she heard a rumble of laughter against her belly.
Suddenly, the arm she had ignorantly ignored because it was bookless, clamped down around her thighs.
It was then that Hermione realized what a trap it had all been.
“I won’t spoil the book anymore,” Draco promised, voice muffled and his grin damn near imprinted on her stomach. She watched, not as forlornly as she should’ve been, as he eased the book away from the both of them, and onto the farther edge of the sofa. Carelessly, Draco dropped it on the armrest, where it teetered towards oblivion.
“I won’t spoil it, just like I won’t spoil this golden opportunity quite literally in front of me,” he continued to mumble, and the acoustics of his breath and voice against her bellybutton nearly made her giggle. But she bit it back. Hermione had to remain put-off.
A difficult decision.
Draco, enthused by his victory, became bold and the hand that so cruelly tore her book away from her began to peel the shirt away from her skin.
Her decision was becoming very, very difficult.
His lips touched the stubbornly still skin below Hermione’s stomach, just above her hips. The pleasantly soft, wet and warm sensation drew a long sigh out of her, and a smile she’d meant to hold back.
He stroked his lips across the skin, and Hermione grabbed the back of the sofa, deliriously hard.
Her stomach must’ve tightened, because Draco was laughing again.
“Much more fun than any book,” he murmured before kissing the other side of her, as if he were connecting two dots. She caught herself wondering if there were any other dots on her skin.
Before she could find out, Draco was on the move again. He pulled at her thighs, and twisted at her waist until she was falling, back pressed against the cushions. When she managed to peer above her, some hope at grabbing her book back, she found an empty armrest.
He’d steered them in the opposite direction. On purpose, no doubt.
While Hermione was busy trying to locate a novel, Draco was busy exploring her navel. He’d kissed it, before shocking her eyes wide by tasting it with his tongue.
“Draco,” she stammered with a nervous laugh. Her hands were at his shoulders, torso squirming in a feeble attempt to veer him away from uncharted territory. But she could only do so much, seeing as Draco still had her thighs tied - this time by the firm press of his own thighs to either side of her. In truth, Hermione knew of one way to get him rolling off her. Just a knee-jerk upwards… But that was too cruel, even for her.
But when he started to suckle the top edge of her navel between his lips, she thought maybe it would’ve been a just reaction.
“Draco, don’t you have something you should be studying?” Hermione fussed, cheeks red and skin tingling in places he hadn’t yet touched. The frightful bit was that she wanted him to touch every part of her.
But… 20 pages.
Mercifully, he released her flesh, but only to add variety to his teasing. His tongue trailed up and away from her navel, leaving behind a fiery road. He paused at the touch of her shirt, still on and successfully hiding the upper half of her chest. It did not, however, successfully hide how her entire body seemed to rise and fall with each one of her fevered breaths.
“I am studying,” Draco replied lazily, and moved just as slowly until he was towering over her, eyes roaming over every minuscule feature of her face. What he found pleased him greatly, because the left corner of his lip began to rise into something akin to a smile. His lips were pulled upwards - on one side - and there was a display of teeth… But how could something so predatory be considered a smile?
“And I plan on studying this subject thoroughly.”
Even without fully functioning brain - as it was drowning in a bucket of hormones - Hermione knew that from time to time, when intrigued, Draco studied hard and with enthusiasm.
She had a feeling this was one of those times.
Without another word, Draco lowered himself onto her, and immediately into a kiss. An arm slithered under and pulled her waist up into an angle so that every part of him was pressed against every part of her. As he rested his other arm’s elbow against the sofa cushion for support, his hand gravitated towards her neck. He cradled it, his thumb guiding the edge of her chin up, and thus coercing her lips deeper into his kiss.
Hermione should have protested a little more passionately, but her passion had directed itself wholly on Draco.
For every stubborn pull he gave to her lips, she just as stubbornly pushed back. Every time his fingers dug into her flesh, to feel her pulse and to drive it mad, her nails engraved themselves on his back. And when his tongue, burning hot and impatient, tauntingly licked at her already moist lips, Hermione opened her mouth and challenged him to a duel.
His tongue eagerly agreed to the terms and slid into her mouth, stroking her tongue so persuasively that she almost, almost, didn’t notice a hand sneaking up to the back of her bra. She almost decided to willfully ignore it - though really how could she possibly ignore the friction, the spark he was setting against her spine?
As mentioned, she almost ignored it, and began to focus more on the kiss. But then she started to notice a sweet, sugary yet bitter taste to his tongue. Hermione enjoyed it immensely, because it was like sneaking treats before dinner. And it left her mouth abuzz with excitement and comfort.
But there was a reason why it tasted so familiar. Like home.
Hermione pulled away from him, which was not an easy thing to do with him nearly trying to devour her whole.
“Did you eat my sherbet lemons?” She accused. His fingers froze at her bra, having only undone one clip. He really needed to work on that skill.
Draco glanced to the side, and the replying smirk on his face - lips rubbed raw and exposed - told her everything she needed to know.
“My parents sent me those! Did you leave any for me?” She gawked at him.
His smirk widened, and he shrugged. “If you count the taste you got from my mouth. You should probably come back here and take what you get before its all gone,” Draco suggested with a devilish wiggle of eyebrows. He was already leaning back into her, pressing kisses into her cheeks and jawline when she refused to kiss him.
As he made his way down her neck, Hermione spotted her book on the opposite side of the couch. Beaconing.
20 pages.
She did want to finish and, oh, was she feeling spiteful.
Hermione grinned to herself. Two could play the devil.
Using her elbows as support, she pushed the two of them up into sitting positions. Hermione grabbed at the hand still failing with her bra hooks, and pressed it to Draco’s side. From there, her fingers tip-toed across his chest, and came to rest on his belt buckle. That stopped Draco’s much more successful endeavor at her neck, where he was making quite a mark in terms of skin and pleasure.
He lifted his head, and looked at Hermione with wide eyes and a quickened pulse.
“What’re you doing?” Was he panicking? How cute.
Hermione smiled. “Shouldn’t I study, too?”
Draco let out a shaky breath, all previous confidence rattled. Still, the spark of hunger and curiosity stayed in his eyes. Watching and waiting for her.
Holding that direct gaze, Hermione unbuckled his belt and slipped it away from him and into her hands.
“Put your hands at my breasts.”
“What?” Draco blurted wildly. At the present moment, his hands were limp at his sides. In shock.
Hermione bit her lips against laughing. “Draco, put her hands at my breasts. I know you want to. Now- don’t touch them. Not yet.”
He did as he was told, for once.
It thrilled Hermione greatly. And the closeness of his palms to her rising and falling chest sent warmth and sparklers all up and down her body. She wanted him to touch. She wanted him. But.
“Close your eyes,” she breathed.
Draco’s eyes flickered from hers down to where her hands still hovered, just above his hips. Just above the part of him Hermione had felt earlier, bold and hard against her.
He closed his eyes.
And there was a snap of a belt, wrapped around his wrists and pulled tight.
“What-”
Before he could do anything about the sudden change in action, Hermione was shoving him down against the sofa, under her this time. And within moments the book was back in her free hand, while the other pinned Draco’s squirming, cursing body down. His eyes were open, and aware to the trickery he’d fallen fool to.
“You! You nasty witch! You horrid, nasty witch!” Draco howled over and over, until it broke down in pain when Hermione sat squarely down on him. Legs folded proper and neat over his chest and trapped arms.
“Now, now. You can continue, after I’ve finished.” It was finally Hermione’s turn to tease. How she relished it and beamed at Draco’s defeated, somewhat amazed expression. She almost felt bad at denying him.
But Hermione would eventually let him touch her again.
Just, not until she’d finished those 20 pages.
Red Alarm
“Draco, please! Listen to me!”
Everywhere he looked, Draco saw red. It was why he started pacing around the room, back and forth, back and forth, looking for something - anything - that would change the scenery from panic into calm. But everything was red, even Hermione Granger.
On most days, she was gold.
But today, she was red.
Hermione’s face burned with passion and frustration. Yet she stood still at the center of the room, of the storm even, as she tried to call Draco to her.
“Draco, it doesn’t have to be so black and white-” He already knew it wasn’t. He saw the world in bright colors. Just today, it was all, very, very red. “You don’t have to go back to the Manor! Not because of this! We can figure something out, send a rescue party for your mother and father. I’m sure the Order would leap at the chance to help you, after you’ve sacrificed so much for the cause. I know it wasn’t easy, and it won’t be easy anymore. The second you dropped your wand from Dumbledore’s throat that night, you must’ve known it would become difficult- But that shouldn’t-”
“Shut up,” Draco muttered. In some respect, he must’ve known he’d been muttering that under his breath this entire time.
“-change your decision to fight on the right side. You can’t imagine how proud I am to call you my friend, after everything that’s happened. And as a friend, I’m begging you not to let this sway you. No matter what he says, or tries to do to hurt and bend you, you can’t-”
“SHUT UP!” Draco screamed this time. He rushed at her from across the room, would’ve slammed his hand against the wall behind her if not for the glass of the window. Of course she would stand there. The image of her and the expanse of free land behind that wild, moon-lit mane of hers, was enough to set him off again, pacing and screaming like a lunatic.
As if he weren’t already turning into a madman. “If you don’t stop talking,” he seethed, “I’m going to-”
“What?” Hermione shot in challenge. She never could keep her calm like she intended, at least not when it came to him. Draco took a sick pride in being one of few to make her act irrationally.
“What will you do, Draco?” She fumed, her eyes lit with a fire that suddenly changed his spectrum of color. The fire burned blue. the most volatile, dangerous kind.
“Are you going to scream? Break something? Hurt me with your words? Because we’re beyond that and-”
She muted when he took a step closer to her. Fear flickered in her eyes.
What a contradiction it was that her fear excited him, but also grieved him.
He didn’t want to look into her eyes anymore.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
That fear rose, bright and blue. “Draco, that’s not a solu-”
Instantly, his hands grabbed hold of her cheeks and his mouth slammed into hers.
He’d warned her to shut up, and she’d disregarded it. As she usually disregarded him. No matter what Hermione said about them being friends, the intimacy she had with Potter and Weasley was something he’d never come close to before this week. Months had gone with those three off, hiking in god knows what forests, with Hermione barely reaching out to him, while he stewed in his own filth with Order members who couldn’t really give a rat’s ass for a Malfoy. Every last one of them saw him as a coward who just couldn’t get it up. Except for Hermione. She believed he was good, and strong-willed. It was a farce, but a kind one.
He’d wanted to kiss her from the moment she’d returned to base. She’d just been too busy to notice his gazes. As always. Until now.
Knowing it would probably be the one and only time he could kiss her, Draco made the most of it.
He held her so firmly that the flesh of her cheeks became cradled between his fingers, and he could intimately feel and memorize the shape and strength of her bones.
Hermione’s lips, at first, were still in shock and hesitance. Selfishly, that didn’t stop Draco from pushing himself onto her, from massaging his lips against that soft landing he’d dreamt of falling on.
Then something changed in her, sparked even, and her lips weren’t just receiving, but demanding. Hermione’s hands were at his hair, fingers weaving in and pushing him to go even deeper.
Inside him, hunger roared to be sated.
Draco’s tongue licked and indulged in the sweetness of Hermione’s lips, noting the taste of recently sipped tea. Along with his hunger, came thirst.
Starving, and groaning, he bit at her lips, dragging them into his mouth for a better taste, until finally she opened her lips and his tongue entered a world of warm delicacies. Roughly, Draco brushed his tongue across the length of hers. He hummed at the tickle of soft flesh and the faintest helping of sugar and milk.
Yet, none of this sated his hunger or quenched his thirst. If anything, it made it all worse. Behind his closed eyes, he still saw red- feverish, fiery red, with bright spots of gold and blue. His chest felt like it was being pressed through a tube, and deep in his belly, and below, was a tight, tight, severely mounting, pulsing pressure.
Light-headed, Draco pried himself away from Hermione’s lips. He did not at all enjoy the separation’s effect: a sudden clench at his ribs, as if they were about to break. Kissing her was painful, but so was not kissing her apparently.
There was a long pause as the two of them tried to catch their breath. He decided he very much enjoyed the feel of Hermione’s chest brush against his every time she gasped an inhale.
He also didn’t mind the color red too much if it was on Hermione’s cheeks and lips, as it was now. The blood rushing to her cheeks highlighted her freckles beautifully, and the blood beating at her lips showed how raw and loving they were.
Those lips were trying to move.
“Is it,” Hermione breathed and then swallowed, her eyes flickering back and forth between his eyes and his lips. Her hands were still very much deep in his hair, fingers mindlessly stroking now messy and tangled strands. For once, Draco didn’t give a damn what he looked like. Because whatever he looked like, it apparently did wonders for Hermione. She had the faintest smile on her face, and he figured her lips were too sore to form a complete smile just yet.
“Is it okay for me to talk now?” She asked, and whether or not she was being serious played no role in what Draco did next.
“No,” Draco replied bluntly, as he dove back into those red, red lips again, hunting down satisfaction for a hunger he had a feeling he’d never be fully rid of.
Draco Malfoy has pushed his parents too far this time. Determined to straighten out their bad boy biker gang son, they ship him off to his aunt Andromeda's place in the Cheshire countryside where he meets talented horse woman, Hermione Granger. Muggle AU.
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Draco Malfoy has pushed his parents too far this time. Determined to straighten out their bad boy biker gang son, they ship him off to his aunt Andromeda's place in the Cheshire countryside where he meets talented horse woman, Hermione Granger. Muggle AU.
Draco Malfoy has pushed his parents too far this time. Determined to straighten out their bad boy biker gang son, they ship him off to his aunt Andromeda’s place in the Cheshire countryside where he meets talented horse woman, Hermione Granger. Muggle AU.
