Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love by Isthisselfcare is such an amazing fic! If you haven’t read it, go do it :)
I was delighted when Amanda from @mysteriousmothbooks commissioned me to draw Hermione and Draco for one of her binds. The theme was pink coquette, which was a fun challenge. I had never done anything in coquette before and had fun looking up the inspiration for this illustration.
So thank you, Amanda. And I hope you all like this one as much as I do!🤗✨
Tension has always been their shared language—but this time, words burn louder than silence.
In the quiet corner of the library, nothing is safe: not pride, not restraint, and definitely not the space between them.
Here’s what happens when truth slips out sharp-edged and a kiss hits harder than a curse.
Spoiler from When We Collide: Chapter 13 - The Cost of Being Seen
She stood up, voice sharpening—
“I fix books. Spells. People. But I’m not fixing you.”
Draco snapped, “Did I ask you to?”
His voice cut fast—too fast. “Don’t flatter yourself, Granger. I’m not broken. And if I were, the last thing I’d need is your kind of help.”
They stared at each other.
He couldn’t breathe right. Her hands were locked like she was bracing for impact.
His gaze dropped to her mouth—too long. He didn’t mean to, but he didn’t stop either.
She saw it.
“Don’t look at me like you want me, you don’t,” she said, “You want the girl who’d walk away. You want the bloody chase”
He almost laughed. “You started it.”
Granger slapped her hands on the table—sharp, loud, a crack of wood on stone. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t back away. Just braced, like the only thing keeping her steady was the fury itself.
From across the stacks, Madam Pince hissed a warning shhh—sharp as a hex.
Neither of them moved.
“You think I don’t know that?” she snapped, but her voice was lower.
Draco stepped in, crowding the space between them.
“So what was it, then? Pity?”
“Don’t,” she warned.
He saw it—the flicker. Not fear. Not revulsion. Not something he could name. Her breath stuttered.
She blinked like it might reset the moment.
“You think this is new?” she whispered sharply. “You think I didn’t see it coming? You’re unstable, you’re angry, you hate yourself more than you hate me. And if I give you more than one piece of me, you’ll use it to hurt us both.”
[…]
“You corner me like I owe you something,” she said. “And I hate how much of me still wants to give it.”
Her hands trembled as she pushed the parchment aside, and that was the crack—Draco saw it.
She hated being wrong. But more than that, she hated being right about wanting him.
A beat passed. She looked at him, really looked. “You wanna know? Fine. I kissed you because I was tired of pretending I didn’t want to.”
Her hand tightened on the table’s edge. She looked like she wanted to run. Or scream. Or both. And maybe if he’d said one more cruel thing, she would’ve. But instead, he said nothing. Just stood there, breathing, waiting.
And then she kissed him—like it would shut her up.
No warning. No pause. Just teeth and heat and frustration. Her mouth hit his too hard. Their teeth knocked. His balance slipped, and his hands flew to her waist, more for steadiness than want.
It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t mutual. It was chaos, collision.
Her hands clenched in his shirt—like she needed to erase him. His back hit the table behind him. She shoved forward again.
Draco kissed her back. Because she was heat and anger and everything he shouldn’t want—and did anyway.
But then it faltered.
Too much pressure. Her lips slid. Their noses bumped. A breath caught at the wrong time.
The words slipped out from his mouth, breathless—
“This shouldn’t—”
But she kissed him harder, and the rest died in his mouth.
And her kiss deepened—hot, unthinking—and he followed her lead.
Fingers tightened. Her breath hitched. His balance cracked.
Draco Malfoy hated being late, yet today he dragged himself into the Auror Department a full twenty minutes after everyone else (Theodore didn’t count, he was always late and never seemed remotely ashamed of it). Draco’s stomach growled like a Cerberus off its chain, and his hair looked as though it had been through Bombarda testing.Creevey gave him a glare dripping with judgment before turning his frustration on parchment instead. His quill screeched so loudly it might as well have been carving the desk.Lucky Creevey. He didn’t have a ginger menace camping under his bed, hissing like it owned the place. Draco had honestly believed that after saying goodnight to Granger, he’d be free to collapse into sleep at last. If only it were that simple.The knock hadn’t taken long: Granger had forgotten her cat, and Draco—well, Draco forgot his common sense the moment he saw her again.
From Hogwarts With Contempt (M, 17.5k words, 8/15 Chapters)
A look at Draco's time at Hogwarts from what his father hears about (and sometimes doesn't).
Summary:
Hogwarts wasn’t quite what Draco Malfoy expected.
It’s colder, draughtier, and far more Gryffindor-infested than he was prepared for.
In a series of scathing letters home, Draco documents his years at Hogwarts — from the incompetence of the staff to the baffling popularity of Potter and the infuriating brilliance of a bushy haired Muggle-born witch.
If Hogwarts won’t bend to his will, at least his father will hear all about it.
Tags Include:
Epistolary
Canon compliant (WHAT HARRY DOESN'T KNOW, HE DOESN'T KNOW)
Enemies to Lovers
First through Seventh Year
Secret Relationship
Pureblood customs
Angst and Fluff
Yearning, pining, jealous (all-consumed) Draco
dad don't read too much into this, she's only the love of my life.
year one - I don't have a crush I just want her to be my secret ally
year two - she's strange but i like it
year three - i'm not sulking
year four - the best use for blast ended skrewts is determined and practiced
Snippet from Chapter 8:
P.P.S. You were right in thinking Dumbledore wouldn’t allow everyone to compete in the Triwizard Tournament. Pity, I was hoping Weasley would be chosen so he could die in a tragic accident — or well, maybe not die — that would make a martyr of him. Maybe disfigurement. But Granger does have a soft spot for ugly gingers — in fact, the uglier the better — so maybe it is all for the best none of us can compete. Not that I ever would. Who needs glory when you can sit back and commentate on their misery? Besides, it’s not like I’m after attention. Not anymore.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Original Male Character(s), Draco Malfoy/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Padma Patil, Penelope Padgett Fawley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Original Muggle Character(s), Original House-Elf Character(s), Original Characters, Luna Lovegood, Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Found Family, Auror Draco Malfoy, Auror Partners, Auror Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Luna Lovegood & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Alcohol, Bisexual Theodore Nott, Denial of Feelings, Detective Noir
Summary:
Auror Draco Malfoy has learned to survive as a traitor in a post-war world by becoming immovable. Still. Careful. Useful.
Routine keeps the dark at bay. Long nights at the Ministry, quiet meals in an empty Manor, the cold comfort of predictability. He isn't happy, but he's functional.
It's enough. Or, it was.
Until Hermione Granger comes home.
After nearly a decade abroad - travelling, working for MACUSA, and avoiding the parts of herself she'd rather not examine - she returns to London for one year. A favour to Harry, she insists. Temporary. Contained.
Neither of them expects to be partnered together.
Harry, unfortunately, has other plans.
Thrown into long nights, dangerous cases, and a slow, reluctant closeness, Draco and Hermione find themselves breaking down the walls they'd spent so long rebuilding.
They're older now. Lonelier. Haunted by grief and regret; softer in places they swore were stone, sharper where life cut them thin.
Falling in love was never part of the assignment. But it's happening anyway.
**✨ Enemies. Politics. Dark creatures. And a magical ball fourteen chapters in. ✨**
🪄🩸🗡️
Just updated The Same Coin — a slow-burn, mystery-heavy Dramione fic set in a corrupt, post-war Ministry where Hermione Granger is assigned to supervise one Draco Malfoy.
There’s betrayal, bureaucracy, and something terrible stirring in the shadows.
In the latest chapters:
🔍 A mole is unmasked at a Halloween ball
🐍 Macnair returns — and he has a wand to Draco’s throat
🧠 Hermione weaponizes Legilimency
💔 And that enemies-to-lovers tension finally boils over
If you like courtroom drama, magical beasts, broken trust, and terrifying kisses — come read.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Happy to be considered by @dramioneasks if you're still taking recs!
