Microfic May is a prompt challenge in which participants write a microfic each day in the month of May! Inspired by the OG @microficmay (welcome back!)
This challenge encourages stories written and told in more concise ways! Write a microfic (50 words or less) using the prompt of the day!
You are NOT required to participate for all 31 days. Write a couple, a bunch, or all 31 prompts. Don’t like the day’s prompt? Use one of the alternates prompts.
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The lovely @escapeinmybookshelf is hosting a Microfic May Challenge that entails no more 50 words a prompt. It's been alot of fun so far and different then my normal wips. Anyway, here's the first week of Granola's Dramione Microfic May 2026! Text is below the cut.
(Note for all my moots: I am NOT taking a break from Dragon Age. It's just a daliance with Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger)
Day 1: First Crush
The slope of her face remained the same as it had before he was a Slytherin and she a Gryffindor, even under grime and blood. He never forgot a face.
Especially, not hers —never hers.
If he had known then, what he did now, he would have loved her sooner.
Day 2: Comfort
His fingers ached, a burning sort of pain that couldn't be comforted. Potter had ripped his wand from his hand, tearing skin of his palm.
His pain though, was nothing to hers. He'd seen how deep his aunt carved. And if his witness was not enough, her unconsciousness certainly was.
Day 3: Matched
Rivulets of rain pelted the window, merging into one another in streaky succession. The clock on the mantel chimed three. The envelope had gone soft under his sweaty hands—a marriage match.He ought to be grateful for this merciful luxury but his mouth was dry and full of ash.
Day 4: Chaos
She was awful. Absolutely bloody awful.
For as charming as she was Hogwarts, Astoria was disorganized, feral and petty. Her room was filled with paper, dog hair, and he counted no less than four left shoes, their mates disappeared into the suck hole of her chaos.
He'd not marry her.
Day 5: Control
There was a hollow emptiness as the glass rolled past his foot, and it still did not match what roiled in his gut. He would have a lady at week end , a wife—a wife who fucking hated him.
'Twas it not the Malfoy legacy to trap and control another?
Day 6: Loyal
Ancient vows wrapped around their entwined fingers, binding him to a loyalty he would never choose. Astoria was beautiful, regal in her bridal gown, but it was the pallor of death. She would die and he would stay with her until the end. Bound and held, a costly Groom's duty.
Day 7: Awestruck
All charges: Acquitted. Malfoy free to take wand back. Granger pleads on behalf. Expectant father: No comment.
A wailing, piercing whine echoed in his skull, heavy and loud. Eyes scanned the paper, reading words gone blurry under his eyes, a tangle of ink and magic.
