#dramione fic

[arishatistic]

A cover for @inadaze22’s fic “Measure of a Man,” commissioned by @/thingamapins89 

[ivmaruva]

“Mother’s Day 2025” 🌵

Happy Mother’s Day!

For mothers day I kept thinking about Measure of a Man Hermione, and how she loved Scorpius way before she loved Draco. Even if Scorpius is not biologically hers, she Mum-ed that baby SO HARD, right when he needed her the most. ❤️‍🩹

Fic: Measure of a Man by @inadaze22

[chronophobique]

A Pocket Full of Souls by chronophobique

AO3 link

"no sex before marriage" Draco meets "people still get married nowadays?" Hermione

Whether she likes it or not, not only is it a specific planetary alignment on the day she was born that leads Hermione to develop the ability to travel through time without the help of a time-turner in 2002, it's also pure coincidence that Draco Malfoy, of all people, turns out to be the only other person in their century with the same ability.

One gene passed down from one generation to the next. Twelve time travellers. And above all, a mission Malfoy's secretly been preparing for his entire life—one, she insists, she has absolutely nothing to do with.

Inspired by Kerstin Gier's PRECIOUS STONE trilogy.

Rated: Explicit

Time travel

Forced proximity

Professors Draco & Hermione

Virgin Draco

Slow burn

Extract from Chapter 1: Behind the Door

Hermione shot [the headmistress] an irritated look, then realising her face must read like an open book, sharply looked away. “He should be locked up in Azkaban,” she said, stabbing one of her sausages with her knife and scraping her ceramic plate in the process [...]. “You’re right, he should be.” All the more confused, Hermione met the witch’s gaze and waited for her to elaborate. “However, it has been determined that he was to be released a year earlier due to a…” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “…bodily alteration that could not be taken care of in prison.”

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[vinewoodandink]

✦ THE LIBRARY ✦ New Dramione wartime fic now posting weekly on AO3 🗝️ 🕯️

Link Here - The Library (68,000 words) Chapters: 9/40 Rating: Explicit

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He settled her back into the warm hollow of the chair, drew the soft blanket from its back, and tucked it around her with the kind of gentleness no one had ever taught him.

Then, heart hammering, he lifted the edge of his mask just enough to leave one stray kiss pressed to her forehead.

✧ ˚ · . ✧

A masked Draco who has loved Hermione with complete certainty from the first moment he laid eyes on her, happy to love her from the shadows until one night, everything changes.

“Sit with me, Granger.”

He knows her wand by heart.

She doesn’t know his name.

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First time writing a HP fic and years since posting so please be kind! ♡

[wildestdreamsblog]

Training Season's OVER

Pairing: Dramione

Summary: Tired of the men she's been dating, Hermione Granger finally made up a list. Too bad Draco Malfoy checks all of them.

Warnings: Yandere (as always)

A/N: Going back to my roots! (Dramione hehe) Girl, I'm also done with men. Her list is my list so I'm trying this manifesting thingy. Amen. Okay, enjoooy

Snippet:

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Hermione almost jumped up from her seat, her cup of coffee rattling as she looked up at the man sitting in front of her, his form relaxed as though he had not just gatecrashed her peaceful morning routine. 

Draco Malfoy sat with his legs loosely crossed, his posture so relaxed you'd think he hadn't just gatecrashed her peaceful morning routine.

He didn't say a word at first. His grey eyes briefly scanned the chalkboard menu hanging above the counter before he raised a hand, quietly catching the barista's attention to place a quick order. Once that was done, he turned his head and gave her his full, undivided attention.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he drawled, his eyes deliberately sweeping over her form. 

“Fancy meeting you- You’re in a muggle cafe, Malfoy! You are never here!” Hermione hissed, trying to keep her voice down as she was wary of anyone who could overhear her meltdown over his consistent and insistent presence. 

Draco merely leaned back, the wrought-iron chair groaning slightly under his weight as he crossed his legs with agonizingly slow, aristocratic grace. He fit into the eccentric, brick-walled Muggle coffee shop about as naturally as a dragon in a greenhouse, his tailored dark coat practically screaming upper-crust wizarding wealth against the backdrop of indie music and grinding espresso beans. “Doesn’t truly matter, does it?”

Hermione massaged her forehead, already feeling the stress blooming behind her eyes. This man, whom she hadn’t seen for almost a decade, was suddenly everywhere. In her periphery, in her thoughts, and now literally invading her physical space before she’d even finished her first cup of caffeine.

“This is stalking!” she hissed, dropping her hand to glare at him.

“I prefer the term ‘Attentive Suitor’,” he rebutted calmly before muttering a thank you as his coffee arrived. 

“I’m going to tell your mother!” Hermione threatened, a smirk forming on her luscious lips (Draco’s thoughts) as she thought that he finally got him. The Malfoys were pureblood through and through, she rationalized. It would be enough for him to back off.  “Does Narcissa even know?”

“Yes, darling. Your future mother-in-law knows and is very supportive about our upcoming nuptials.”

Hermione blinked owlishly in disbelief, a thing she had been doing more often now that Malfoy seemed to have lost his mind. He was just sitting there, calmly smiling at her as though nothing could faze him. He picked up his espresso, the dark porcelain looking stark against his long, pale fingers. He took a slow, deliberate sip, completely unbothered by the sheer absurdity of his own words. "In fact, she suggested we look into booking the rose gardens at the manor for a late spring ceremony. She believes the lighting matches your complexion beautifully. I tend to agree.

Although, to be honest, I want to be married before this year ends. Maybe we can have two weddings,” he wondered before leaning in and resting his chin on his fist. “What do you think, Granger?”

“I think you’re insane,” she stood up, grabbed her bag and just as she was about to storm out of her beloved coffee shop AKA her little slice of heaven before work, his voice called out to her. 

"Have a good day at the Ministry, future Mrs. Malfoy," he drawled, giving her a wink that was so utterly shameless she could only stare in stunned silence. "I'll see you for dinner."

"We don't have dinner plans!" she yelled at him.

"We do now. Seven o'clock. Don't be late, darling."

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Read full in KoFi, Patreon

To be posted in Tumblr on 8.24

[etl-echo-audiobooks]

And the final work in our White Elephant series ...

No Hard Feelings

written by @malfoyesque art by @saintmlfy narrated by LucyHyde

Pairing: Draco x Hermione Rating: E Word count: 10,021 Length: 1.5 hours Summary:

Hermione’s ex is getting married. Everyone thinks she’s not over him. There’s only one way to make it clear that she is: take a date to his wedding. The problem? The only person available is the last person she wants to fake it with. —---------------------------------------------------- She stared at him. “Why would you do that?” Malfoy shrugged. “I’m single. I’m available in December—” “—That’s an interesting way of saying ‘my family’s all in Azkaban and everyone else hates me’—” “—Or maybe,” he interjected again. “I just really want a front row seat to this blowing up in your face.”

[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.