#dramione ff

[bella-demas-writes]

DTIYS for @bexo.milestone on IG! 🎉

[softkombuchaa]

Dramione as dragon riders from the Isle of Berk

[malfoyesque]

Immaculate Misconception

Is now COMPLETE

149k / Rated E

Hermione was asleep.

They knew, by now, how important that was. How rare. Night two was always the worst one. A complete shock to the system, where they stared at each other and groaned and questioned why they’d done this to themselves again. Night three would be the same, but at least they’d be mentally prepared for it. Nights four through six hundred had their own challenges

But he’d always thought the first night had a magical glow to it.

[lunaduskxo]

Happy Birthday to our favorite witch. 💫

[oodelally3]

Heat-Seeking Mistletoe

Authors have been revealed for the WRoR discord's Secret Santa Dramione on Ice Fest! Here's my contribution, for buckeyecapsfan19.

Hermione was determined to forget her long-standing unrequited crush, but her friends had other ideas.

OR:

The one where Hermione and Draco are stalked by menacing, malapert mistletoe.

The 2nd cover is inspired by the comment he left on the fic. 😂

(Artist of kissing couple unknown; presume vintage illustration)

Link again: Heat-Seeking Mistletoe

ETA: Delighted to have been informed that the original source has been found and that it's from this amazing Hoover ad. Most Romantic Gift Ever. No wonder that guy got such a great kiss! Okay, gotta go update all my other socials with this info now!

[dariaastrid]

“Merlin, Malfoy, that's not how it works! You can't brush me off and then get mad at the people who want to take your place! It's not fair," Malfoy has eyes the color of red-hot steel, neat red lips, a pulsing blue vein on his neck, and it's not fair either, but Hermione will nonetheless go ahead and tell him everything she thinks of him. “You can't hate me and at the same time...”

“I don't hate you," a desperate whisper echoed through the room.

Hermione let out a chuckle from deep in her throat, trying to understand the train of thought of the man standing before her:

“But after that night, you don't talk to me. You don't look at me. If you don't hate me, then what's going on?”

The silence spreads through the room, getting under her skin and making Hermione cringe. She can smell sweat and dirty socks. Malfoy bites his lower lip, a small crease appears on his forehead, and he dulls his gaze.

“I don't understand you," Hermione gave up and felt the anger is getting replaced by fatigue. “What do you want, Draco?”

“You.”

“What?”

“I want you," he mumbles, the sentence coalescing into a single word. “And at the same time, I can't want you because... Fuck! You're everywhere, aren't you?” he sighs, shifting his stinging, angry gaze to her. “And things that are connected to you, to us.... What happened a few years ago in the war.... I was glad as hell to be rid of the nightmares and memories. I'd been working on it for years and then you came along and it all went to hell!” Wings Ink Love

[bloom-wildly]

Chapter 6 is out now!

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This is one of my favourite chapters, honestly it bought me so much joy when I was writing it. I hope you have fun reading it ☺️

❤️

Her eyes snapped straight to his. Their gazes met instantly, as if pulled together by magnets.

Draco paused in the doorway. His eyes travelled over her hair, taking in the curls falling over her shoulders, then down the slinky black dress that hugged her figure, then back up to her face.

She watched as he swallowed. Hard.

Hermione felt frozen in her chair, unable to look away from him.

Well, two can play at this game, she thought. She let herself look at him too. She noticed that he looked breathtakingly handsome again. Tailored trousers that fit him perfectly. A crisp white Oxford shirt open at the collar. A navy jacket in one hand. Those broad shoulders she’d noticed before. A very sharp jawline. And beautiful grey eyes fixed on her.

Her cheeks warmed and her heart gave a little flutter.

As the silence stretched on, Theo glanced between them, eyebrows climbing higher with every second the staring match went on.

“Errr,” he said loudly, “what’s happening here? I feel like I’m interrupting something.”

❤️

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

[ukiyoryn]

“A last resort, then,” he says, running the toe of his boot over the floor, cutting a line through the gathered dust. “What's the point, Granger? They're all dead.”

There is no one left, and Hermione's only company in this purgatory is none other than Draco Malfoy.

Warden, executioner, saint—she no longer knows which role is hers, only that he is watching, and when the moment comes, he will see to it that she chooses wrong.

(or: a slow burn, three part dramione wartime series exploring how far one is willing to go for those they love, and those they deceive.)

The Last Insurgent by ukiyoryn