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“Hermione is spending an awfully abnormal amount of time in the library this year” Harry stated as Ron and him sat down at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Ron gave him a questioning look, and Harry rolled his eyes.

“Even for her.” He said.

“Yeah, way more than usual. Hey! Maybe she’s doing our Charms essays too!” Ron quirked sarcastically, smiling at Harry. “or maybe she’s shagging Madam Pince!”

He began to shovel mounds of sausage and pancakes onto his plate, leaving Harry to wonder what Hermione was really doing all day long.

That night in the Gryffindor Common Room, as they all sat, huddled together by the fire reading, he decided to ask.

“Hermione what are you doing in the library all day long?”

She went still and gripped her book tighter. She looked up to both boys staring at her quizzically. Hermione sighed and set down her book on the floor next to her.

“I’ve been studying with someone, and he is far better to study with than you two.” She said in a very matter-of-fact tone. She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her head away from her friends’ now hurt faces. “I am sorry but I just can’t keep doing all your work for you, how are you two possibly going to pass your N.E.W.Ts if I continue to do all your essays?” After a long pause she looked back to her friends who were now looking at each other accusingly. Before she could even say another word Ron and Harry are on their feet, arguing over who made her mad.

“It’s all your fault Harry if you wouldn’t have asked her to do your Transfiguration homework last week-“

“Me?! YOU thought she was off doing your essay just this morning!”

“Oh whatever- you made such a big deal about her being in the library all da-”

“Big deal? I did not. I just said she was spending a lot of time-“

“BOYS” Hermione said in a slightly higher octave than them. She got up from her seat on the floor and walked over in between them.

“I’m not mad at you guys, I’ve just been studying!” She snaked her arms around their necks and pulled them down so that they were both eye level with her, Ron bent over far more awkwardly than Harry. “Now stop arguing.”

“Sorry, Mione” Ron mumbled, turning an incredible shade of fuchsia, and tried to readjust so he didn’t have such a crick in his neck.

“Yeah..my bad Mione, we won’t ask for help anymore I promise” Harry said as he hung his head in Hermione’s arm. Hermione smiled and hugged them tighter.

“It’s okay, I-“

Harry suddenly shot up and out of her firm grip, cutting her off. “Hey wait a minute, you said you were studying with someone, who are you studying with Hermione?”

Harry and Ron were no longer hugging her, but standing in front of her, looking at her with narrowed eyes.

Hermione turned an even redder shade than Ron had, her eyes wide. “No one important.” Then within seconds, she was walking past them to the girls’ dorms. Right before she reached the first step of the spiral staircase she stopped and turned on her heel. “I am studying with Draco Malfoy and I won’t hear one word against it or him. Goodnight” She said suddenly and, with her head held high, not looking at the boys she turned around and ran up the stairs. An incredibly confused Harry turned to Ron, who had a look of pure rage on his face, and watched as he attempted to follow a now gone Hermione. Ron makes it up the first four steps before being violently thrown across the room, landing in a heap of pillows. He stands and the pillows magically disappear the same way they appeared. Ron huffed and sat down on the red love seat next to the fire.

“What the bloody hell was that about? Draco Malfoy is who she’s been studying with this whole year? That’s ridiculous!” He says after a long pause. “She’s just messing with us!”

Harry didn’t move. He was still staring, eyes wide with surprise, up the staircase where Hermione disappeared.

That night laying in bed, staring up at the red & gold canopy, Hermione Granger whispered the real reason she was spending so much time in the library this year. She waited until the other girls fell asleep and said so quietly, an almost asleep Ginny Weasley couldn’t have possibly heard her right.

“I’m in love with Draco Malfoy,” Hermione whispered to no one and turned so she was now laying on her side. She closed her eyes and whispered one more confession before falling into a peaceful sleep

“and he’s in love with me”

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The Art of Betrayal - Chapter 9: Started to Say Sorry [AO3] [FFN]

M/E - Complete - Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger - 1920s Muggle AU

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Her heart plummeted into her stomach.

Another wave of nausea came with a vengeance and, incapable of holding it back, she retched into the darkness behind her. Wiping the gross slickness across her face off with the back of her coat sleeve, Hermione mentally prepared herself to enter the room.

Not that she had a plan but clearly, she couldn't afford to wait any longer.

"Stop!" Hermione shouted as she barged in. "Don't move. Don't fucking move!"

The men stopped what they were about to do, lowering their weapons if only due to shock, not fear for what she would do to them if they didn't. Which was fair, she supposed. What reason did they really have to fear her?

There were four of them. Four men. All older than she was. Across from them, bound to a metal chair, was Draco. He looked terrible; his lip was busted and bleeding, one of his eyes was swollen shut and black, and across his arms and bare torso were bruises and cuts in various stages of healing that suggested this was where Draco had been the past two days.

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“Draco.” Hermione looked up to him with tears falling from her eyes. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” She grabbed her arms and hugged herself. Draco could feel the air leave his chest as he watched her crying. He would do anything to make sure she never had another tear fall on that beautiful face. He wrapped his arms around her. She just stood there, still hugging herself and staring at nothing.

“Hermi-“

“No. Don’t. Don’t you dare try to comfort me, you hated him.” Hermione rips herself away from him and drops to the ground on the nearest wall. She could run, but she doesn’t. She knows there’s no where left to go. So she stays on the floor, holding her head.

“He was all I had left…” She said after a long moment.

“He was going to take you from me.” Draco said coldly. “I haven’t done what I did just to loose you to The Weasel.” Draco’s expression is cold and emotionless. He doesn’t move towards Hermione on the floor, but to the fire in the middle of the room. He stops in front of the fire, looking at the flames burning away the wood. Hermione looked up at him, still holding her head, and furrowed her brows in confusion.

“What do you mean—Draco—what did you do?” Hermione had a scared, wild expression. Draco sighs and continues to stare at the flickering flames, not wanting to see the pain he caused written all over her face.

He told her Ron Weasley was found dead this morning, but spared the details for her own sake. Draco was sure she didn’t want to hear how he found The Weasel and made him beg for forgiveness right before he disemboweled him. Quite the show, Draco thought. He didn’t even ask why Draco was there. Seems like word got around that Draco Malfoy was on the hunt for the remaining order members. Ronald Weasley was the last one left. Draco has completed his last mission.

“I’ve told you before Hermione, no one is going to live with the regret of leaving you behind.” Draco said coolly still looking at the fire. “If that means they don’t get to live at all, so be it.”

“So you kill them…? My friends…? Harry?” Hermione howled, tears falling more heavily now. “They didn’t want to leave me Draco, I was- I was-“

“You were starving to death in an enchanted trunk. If I hadn’t shown up you would have died.” He said, cutting her off. Draco was looking at her now with a possessively dark expression on his godlike face. The only emotion he had let her see since she got here. He could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes, but he didn’t look away this time.

“I saved you. You’re mine now.” He said fiercely, still staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

Hermione paled, but stayed silent. She realized what this meant and could feel her world falling down all around her. The only person keeping her safe and sane was the reason why she was so lonely and crazy in the first place. Oh what the oxymoron I am, thought Hermione, how could Draco be so kind to me, but so evil to everyone else. Draco watched as she realized what he did and listened—no matter how hard it was—as she cried for her friends.

Not knowing what to say, Draco finally looked away from Hermione and walked over to the window. They were in the library at Malfoy Manor. The only place left that Voldemort doesn’t have monitored. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Godric’s Hollow, and Hogwarts are all under Voldemorts control.

Hermione Granger, The Brightest Witch of her Age, is just a shell of the girl she once was. She refuses to use magic. Draco usually finds her curled up with Hogwarts: A History, not reading, but staring at the cover with a blank expression. He bought all her favorite books, remembering what she liked in school, that weren’t already in the massive Malfoy library. Even if she didn’t read. He was never mean to her and always treated her with gentle care. Never touched her when she didn’t want him too. Always made sure she had access to the kitchen and library. She was grateful, he could tell, but she wasn’t happy. He never saw her laugh and only saw her smile when she was dreaming—if she dreamt. Most nights were spent holding and rocking her back to sleep after a nightmare. Hermione Granger was broken.

Two years ago, Draco Malfoy found her on a raid in Godric’s Hollow right after Christmas, hiding in a enchanted trunk. Voldemort received information regarding Harry—he was last seen at the graveyard—in Godric’s Hollow. But when he looked down into that trunk, and Hermione looked up at him with scared eyes, he felt his heart crack for the first time in his life. He knew from that moment on he would never let another soul lay a hand on her beautiful brown skin. Draco picked her frail body up, and gently pushed back the chestnut curls falling in her face. She looked beautiful still, and he couldn’t understand how someone so beautiful and kind could be left there to die by the people who were supposed to love her the most. He Disillusioned her and brought her back to the manor. He didn’t know why, but if anything else happened to her, he would never recover.

Now Draco Malfoy is the highest ranking death eater in Voldemorts army and has killed many men, women and children. Hermione is his reason. After finding her and nursing her back to health, he went out to find the Order Members who left her there to die. Draco Malfoy is ruthless. Right before he kills them, he asks why they decided to leave such a talented witch to die.

Their answers are never good enough to keep them alive. Ron begged Draco to spare him and said Hermione would hate Draco for what he has done to her friends. Draco asked him why he left her there in that trunk. Ron said he didn’t leave her there, that he was looking for her. Draco killed him anyway.

Draco knows Hermione will never forgive him for killing her friends, but at least she’s safe. No one will ever touch his lioness again and he would do it all again if he had to.

But, he wishes things were different, that he didn’t find her almost dead. That they had met in another life where blood status and evil doesn’t exist. Where he could have told her how he felt the moment he saw her on that train. Somewhere safe.

That’s where she could learn to love him.

Prompt:

He’d set the world a blaze, but never let a flame touch her.

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happy mother’s day to Hermione Granger-Malfoy, she’s not a mom yet but Draco is a manchild, so

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something i just now noticing which makes me kinda sad, but why do fanartist who ship dramione always make hermione white or slightly mixed—more like tan— but drarry fanartist make her straight up black.

WHERE ARE MY BLACK HERMIONE DRAMIONE FANS LIKE UGH

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dramione headcanon

The world around Hermione looked like something out of a H.G Wells novel. Bright streaks of color shoot pass her, the voices of her friends called out to each other, and pillars of black smoke were billowing out from all the burning trees into the sky. She leaned to the right to dodge a dark purple curse flying towards her and charged forward. Hermione fought her way through the battlefield, sending hexes in any direction she saw a mask, trying to find Harry.

Harry Potter is now twenty one and still hasn’t even made contact with Voldemort since the Ministry fiasco six years ago. Time was running out for Hermione and her friends, and they still needed to find the last Horcrux before Harry could even try to duel He Who Shall Not Be Named.

She kept running until the sounds of battle were quieted by the hoots of owls and the crunching of leaves under her feet became to loud for her battle worn eardrums. Tired and sore from years of fighting, Hermione fell against the tree closest to her and slid to the ground.

“Where are you, Harry?” She thought. She felt the tears brimming her eyes. “There’s too many of them…we need to get out...”

Hermione blinked back the tears and tried not to think about all the death over the past couple years. Seems that Dumbledore turned out to be a crazy old fool after what happened that night in the Astronomy Tower. Harry told her and Ron that Dumbledore knew Malfoy was tasked with killing him. Dumbledore did nothing to help Malfoy. Just stood by as a sixteen year old boy plotted his murder to save his family. Snape managed to spare him of the actual killing part, but not before Malfoy tried multiple times. Luckily nothing he tried was actually lethal. Hermione knew it wasn’t the lack of bravery or knowledge, Draco was top of his class right next to Hermione five years in a row. She was positive he didn’t want to kill Albus Dumbledore, even with his family on the line, he gave futile attempts.

Because of that, Hermione couldn’t help but wonder where Draco was and if he was okay. When Harry recounted everything leading up to Dumbledore’s death, Hermione felt her feelings toward her former bully start to change. She no longer saw Draco as a privileged, prejudice, pureblood but as a deeply scarred and disturbed man. Hermione went to find him and tell him she believed in him and that if he wanted, he could come with them, and help them defeat the man keeping his family hostage. When she found him more feelings than just pity and empathy started growing in her chest; she felt drawn towards him, like a moth to a flickering silver flame.

After a few minutes to think and catch her breath, she got back up and head back towards the sounds of destruction. Gripping her wand tightly in her right hand, she sprinted in the direction she last saw Ron and Fred, and hoped they were alright. Hermione found her way back to the battlefield, quickly dodging the shots of red, green, and orange flying all around her. She made her way back to where her, Ron and Harry apparated too. Not a single one of her friends were in sight, but she could hear their screams. Hermione gritted her teeth and started towards nearest scream.

“Stupefy!” Hermione screamed and a jet of bright orange light shot from her wand, hitting the masked death eater straight in the gut. She grabbed Ginny Weasley up off the ground and shoved a back-up wand from her holster into her hand quickly.

“Thank you, Mione.” Ginny clutched the wand tight and they both turned so they were back to back. Four masked death eaters were surrounding them and closing in. Hermione caught a glimpse of familiar blonde hair under the cloak of the masked wizard to her right and cursed under breath.

“Ginny you got them back there?” Hermione yells over her shoulder. Ginny moves from Hermione’s back and shoots her signature Bat-Bogey hex at the nearest death eater as a response. Causing him scream, grab his face and run awkwardly away. Ginny looks for her next target.

Meanwhile, Hermione dodged a Crucio and sent a stinging jinx back, hitting her attacker. The female death eater screamed out in pain and fell to the ground. Hermione heard a distinct popping sound and looked to her left. Seems like Ginny’s target got scared and bailed. Another pop came from in front of her and she turned back to see her attacker had bailed as well, leaving the girls alone a few yards from the next pair of wizards dueling.

Due to the adrenaline of battle, Ginny and Hermione spun around, wands pointed in front of them, and locked eyes. Both girls dropped their wands slightly and looked to their left toward a hooded figure slightly hidden by a tree. They looked back at each other for a brief moment of acknowledgment, then back in the direction he was. Malfoy wasn’t there. He was running back into battle, but burned into the tree was a Deathly Hallows symbol. Hermione heard a scoff next to her and turned to see Ginny looking at her bewildered.

“Tell your pet psycho to knock it off before he kills someone.” She said with admonition.

“I don’t think he’ll listen to me, Ginny.” Hermione said with narrowed eyes.

“You and I both know he will.” Ginny said and turned to leave to continue fighting. Hermione stood there watching as ten or more death eaters noticed Ginny and were headed her way.

“Now.” Ginny yelled over her shoulder and shot a Bombardo at the nearest tree, shattering it into a million pieces, and blowing the death eaters back several feet. “GO.”

Hermione gritted her teeth, whispered a silent ‘I love you’ to Ginny, and headed off in the direction Malfoy went…

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“Malfoy.”

Draco Malfoy stopped abruptly. Hermione to busy worrying about if he would even listen, walked straight into his back. He turned around agonizingly slow. His expression unreadable. Hermione Granger could not believe what she was about to ask. After five days of sulking around the library thinking the best way to go about this conceited task. Hermione decided that Draco Malfoy was the only one who could help, but she didn’t really think he was going to listen let alone stop in his tracks.

“I need to ask you a favor” Hermione stated as she put her hands on her hips. Malfoy scoffed.

“What could I possibly do for you?” He asked, dripping with sarcasm, and an eyebrow raised slightly. He was looming over her now. “Bloody hell, he’s tall” she thought and tried not to think about how good he smelled.

Hermione shifted her weight so she was now looking up at the man in front of her, arms folded over her chest, she huffed. His eyes were swimming with perplexity and amusement.

“I need you to curse me” She said blushing, suddenly embarrassed. His eyes dropped the amusement and she had to force herself to look away from those muddled silver eyes. She bit her lip, and said “I need you to curse my teeth”

Malfoy threw his head back and laughed. Hermione huffed. He stopped laughing when he looked back down at now extremely embarrassed Hermione turning to leave. He grabbed her wrist, spinning her back around so she was facing him. He opened his mouth to speak when she cut him off-

“What?! It was stupid for me to even ask, of course you wouldn’t help me even if it was cursing my big, fat, stupid teeth!” Hermione ripped her hand away from his grip and started to stab her finger into his chest with every word. “After all why would a rich, pure blood heir help a filthy little Mudblood like me? Forget I even asked.” She stormed past Malfoy and out of library.

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A few days later in the dark, wet dungeons next to the Potions classroom, Draco Malfoy thinks of a way to help.

The Slytherins howled with laughter. Each of them pressed their badges too, until the message POTTER STINKS was shining brightly all around Harry and Hermione.

“Oh very funny,” Hermione said sarcastically to Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls, who were laughing harder than anyone, “really witty.”

“Want one, Granger?” said Malfoy, holding out a badge to Hermione. “I’ve got loads. But don’t touch my hand, now. I’ve just washed it, you see; don’t want a Mudblood sliming it up.” Hermione could see the affliction in his eyes as he said the slur. She shot him a stinging glare.

Harry had reached for his wand before Hermione knew what he was doing. People all around them scrambled out of the way, backing down the corridor. Hermione looked from Malfoy back to Harry as realization set in.

“Harry!” Hermione said warningly.

“Go on, then, Potter,” Malfoy said quietly, drawing out his own wand, eyes flickering between Harry and Hermione. “Moody’s not here to look after you now — do it, if you’ve got the guts —”

For a split second, Malfoy and Hermione looked into each other’s eyes, then, at exactly the same time, Harry acted.

“Furnunculus!” Harry yelled thinking he caught him off guard.

“Densaugeo!” screamed Malfoy, not missing a beat.

Jets of light shot from both wands, hit each other in midair, and ricocheted off at angles — Harry’s hit Goyle in the face,

and Malfoy’s hit Hermione.